He was grinning wildly and his hair was windswept. "Hey Neville," he said.
"Shower and then lunch?" Neville asked.
"Sure," Harry said. It was good that Neville was pushing for friendship too. That would make it a lot easier to achieve.
While they were heading up to the tower, Neville told Harry about all the plants that he had helped Madam Sprout with.
Harry listened intently and did his best to file the information away for later.
You never knew when you needed to know things about a flesh-eating ravenous plant that enjoyed humming and petting, but only on Tuesdays after sundown.
Harry shook his head. Some plants must have come into existence as a joke.
They showered and got dressed in clean clothes and Harry realised that he needed to increase his wardrobe by a fair amount sometime soon. Maybe there was some way of mail ordering clothes?
They headed down to the great hall while Harry told Neville what he and Hermione had figured out and his idea on how to deal with the dragon.
"I think it sounds crazy, but you are excellent on a broom and if you use strong enough fire shields then maybe it can be done," Neville said while thinking he was very happy he wasn't the one going up against a dragon.
Harry stopped by Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil on his way over to Hermione. "Would either of you two ladies know if it is possible to owl order clothes?" he asked.
He realised just a little too late that he was laying it on just a bit thick, but it would seem that they didn't mind.
"Oh you certainly can," Lavender said. "You just send them your measurements and the preferred item and colour."
"How do I pay?" Harry asked.
"There are a few ways," Lavender said. "If you buy from Madam Malkin's you could just pay the next time you get there. She does allow it for one purchase."
"You are a lifesaver," Harry said. "Thank you." He continued walking until he reached Hermione and Neville.
"What was that about?" Hermione asked. She had been too far away to hear him, but the way that Lavender and Pavati acted once he had left worried her.
It looked almost as bad as those fangirls that Krum had trailing after him.
"I just needed to know if it is possible to owl order clothes," Harry said. "I figured they would be the best ones to ask."
Hermione looked at him disbelievingly, but she didn't say anything else.
Neville joined them in the library that afternoon, and they focused their efforts on homework. Homework.
The one thing Harry had in no way missed. It was mostly pointless and didn't teach anyone anything.
Part of him wanted to just not care about it, but he guessed he should at least perform for Hermione's sake.
The problem was that if he used his entire brain for this he would improve in such a way that it wouldn't make any sense to anyone. He was just that much better at focusing his knowledge.
He also had six years of studying under his belt that he had not possessed the day before.
He had to be at least a little careless with his homework for now. He would improve with time.
That evening Harry was writing up an order of new clothes. He guessed he would have to buy clothes that fit the adult him later and just manage for now.
He couldn't think of a good excuse for young Harry to buy clothes that much bigger than himself. He didn't buy as much as he had considered buying because of that though.
His glamour made bigger clothes adapt with him, but it didn't actually work the other way around though he could wear clothes that fit his current form… he wasn't quite sure how they had managed that to be honest, but he wasn't about to start messing with the glamour now that it worked exactly how he wanted it to.
Harry could see Ronald glaring at him as he headed off to bed that evening. He didn't even care. Ron's problem was just that, his problem.
Harry didn't need to give a single thought to that. He moved his curtains aside and checked on his dragon egg.
He had made sure that no one else could open those curtains that morning before heading off.
He didn't want them to find the egg and he didn't want them to see him without his glamour on.
21st of November, 1994.
The following morning started very much like the first with a run, but Harry didn't eat breakfast in the great hall after his shower.
He packed some things and headed over the grounds to the place where the dragons were hidden. He walked up between the cages and slipped in next to Dufo.
The other dragons stirred and turned to look at him. A big black one with so many spikes that Harry wondered if the dragon itself wasn't more dangerous than its fire breath.
"Calm sister," Dufo said.
"Who is this jul, human?" the other dragon asked.
"This is Krinahkro. Kaan's chosen. The Dovahkiin," Dufo said.
"It is an honour to meet you," Harry said. "May I ask your names?"
"Zu'u Ninriik," the big Hungarian Horntail said.
The other two were Britkrein and Gravuun. Harry greeted them all separately once he knew their names.
Ninriik found this human quite different from the little pests that usually ran around her and messed with her scales.
Firstly he could speak a proper language instead of the strange bird noise they often used. Then there was the fact that he felt like dov. That had been a good word to relearn.
One that they had all lost with time. It gave her a sense of belonging that she had missed.
"What bothers you Ninriik?" Harry asked.
"Cold," Ninriik said.
"She isn't the only one," Gravuun said.
"This isn't good for our eggs," Dufo said.