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Walking so close to each other, sharing an umbrella, he noticed that Selma was just about his height, which surprised him. Most of the girls in his class were taller than him, and this one was almost four years older. He expected her to also be taller. Thinking a bit about it, he realized that her parents seemed to also be quite short. Whatever the cause, he found it comforting that she didn't tower over him.
The shops were just opening, this early in the morning, yet Selma had a clear destination in her mind. By the time they reached that small street which was lined with clothing shops of all kinds, all the shops were already open. Selma proved to be a good guide, directing him to shops appropriate for his needs, showing him the best deals and checking the fitting of what he tried. She seemed to enjoy this, and Harry appreciated her help more than he could say. A few days earlier, when shopping with Hagrid, it had been just like grocery shopping, in a way, despite buying fine clothes. This time, he was also enjoying himself.
All too soon, it was midday. Harry was worried about meeting Bill on time. "I can take your stuff back to your room," Selma suggested. "You can go on and meet your cousin."
He smiled thankfully. He felt like he owed her for her help, yet he didn't know how to repay. Well, he had more than three weeks to think of that…
Bill was already waiting in front of Gringotts. Harry was glad that nobody noticed him, with his head hidden by the hood, under the umbrella. He still remembered the reactions during that first visit to Diagon Alley. Bill wasted no time. "Let's see what we can find in the bookshop," he said, leading Harry to Flourish and Blotts.
The rainy weather seemed to keep the customers away, which was fine for Harry. "Let's see… You need something about customs, maybe some etiquette, a bit of recent history and politics… Oh, and some Quidditch, of course."
As they were looking for the appropriate books, Bill also told Harry about some of the things he needed to pay attention to in the books. They didn't notice at first, but a certain girl seemed to follow them, listening attentively to all that was said and taking the same books that Bill recommended. Eventually, she approached them.
"Excuse me, but I couldn't refrain from overhearing what you said. I've only found out I was a witch a few weeks ago, and I also need to learn about the world I'm going into. Do you mind if I join you?"
Bill looked at Harry, who shrugged. "Well, Miss…"
"Granger. Hermione Granger," the girl said, blushing slightly.
"Well, Miss Granger, I don't mind. This is something I believe all muggle-raised should be taught before going to Hogwarts, yet nobody seems to care. I'm Bill Weasley, and this is Harry Potter, my young cousin."
Hermione's eyes opened wide. "Harry Potter? The one who vanquished the darkest Dark Lord ever? I've read about you in several books already! It's an honour to meet you."
Harry felt that this was not going the right way. "I was just a baby. I don't think I did anything. Whatever happened there was certainly not my doing. Nice to meet you, Miss Granger."
"Well, of course, it wasn't your doing, come to think of that. It was probably some protection, put on you by your parents, and possibly enhanced by your own magic. I'm really excited to go to Hogwarts and learn everything about magic. Aren't you?"
Her hero worship vanished just as soon as it had appeared. Harry liked her better this way, enthusiastic about learning, about finding she had magic, just as he felt. "Well, I'm also eager to learn, and the relatives with whom I stayed until lately have never told me I was a wizard. I only found out about it when I got my letter."
"Do you mind if we read these books together?"
Harry had to smile at her enthusiasm. "I don't mind, but where can we do it? I currently stay in a small room at a cheap hotel. It's not really suitable for having guests."
She gave it a thought. "I live out of London, which may also pose a problem. We may go to the lobby of a large hotel, though, and stay there. They don't normally mind, as long as you don't bother their guests."
"We still need to have lunch. Do you want to join us?" Bill intervened.
"Sure! My parents gave me enough money for lunch." She then frowned. "It's muggle money, though."
Bill laughed. "We can afford to invite you. Don't worry about that."
She gave it a thought and then nodded reluctantly. "I shouldn't take presents from strangers, but as Harry is a kind of celebrity, it should be alright."
Bill paid for the books, letting Hermione pay for her own purchases, and then led them to a side street, where several small tables were set in a small shop. "I believe you'll like it here," he smiled at the children.
Neither of them could make heads or tails of the menu, so they let Bill order for them. "Would you like some soup with noodles?"
Both nodded. He also ordered some salad and a hamburger with chips for each. Harry didn't know why Bill thought this was so special.
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