At the time of day that Link entered the Pub downstairs; he found it to be quite deserted, with only the man Prof. McGonagall had called "Tom" standing at the counter

"Well look who it is!" "Tom" said brightly…apparently refreshed by a good night's sleep. "Ye hungry lad?" he added, giving Link a knowing look.

"perhaps a bit…" Link mumbled "I haven't eaten in about a day…"

"Well have a seat then Laddie!" "Tom" again replied cheerfully…the change in his personality was remarkable really…amazing what sleep…or lack thereof can do.

"What can I get yeh?" he asked yet again..

Link smiled, and simply said: "surprise me"

Having lived in a forest most of his life, Link's diet had never been the most varied, mostly constituting of plants, berries, and the occasional deer that may have been killed by an unfortunate step too close to a Deku Baba. In fact, before he embarked on his journey to save Hyrule, he had only tasted meat once before in his life…also almost completely unknown to his palate, was bread; and that which he had tasted was always the type intended to remain marginally edible for long periods of time rather than to be enjoyed. And due to this he was incredibly astounded by the variety of food presented to him with naught but a flick of a wand. Never before had Link eaten sausage, not that he did not enjoy every moment of eating them; and he found the prospect of collecting eggs from chickens absolutely horrifying, thinking back to the cuccos that Malon had kept…and their incredibly short fuse when human contact was involved.

Tom simply chuckled to himself as he continued to summon creative food choices which seemed to endlessly amused the boy. Particularly laughable was Link's reaction to a plate of butter Croissants which he had summoned in a self gratifying attempt to be cosmopolitan.

"Why are these things shaped like this?" Link queried, examining one closely

Tom chuckled" Ye'll" have to ask the French Lad…Jus eat et"

Link took one furtive nibble at the end of one of the pastries, to find that he found it simply spectacular. That being said; the ravenous seventeen year old hylian quickly devoured the plate of a dozen pastries.

The culinary extravaganza continued for the remainder of the hour; and Link emerged from the Leaky Cauldron thoroughly fed and watered on some of the most interesting foods he had ever eaten.

Leaving the Pub; Link strolled down the alley, casually glancing into the storefronts he hadn't the time to see the previous day as he made his way to "Madame Malkin's Robes for all Occasions", though he simply knew it as "the store with the mannequins in the window" He made a left at the wider part of the alley's concourse counting the number of stores he passed, remembering that the clothier was the fifth one on the right after the turn- his many adventures in dungeons had granted him what he considered a "Pictographic memory" which served him well in this unfamiliar place.

After a good bit of a walk Link had succeeded at finding the clothing shop and stepped in; searching for someone to help him shop, he happened to notice a pair of rather tall young men, the two of them identical with shockingly orange -almost red- hair and freckled faces; the both of them seemed to be bickering over something about wheezing or the like; but Link stopped himself from listening further, Zelda had once scolded him for listening to other peoples conversations, something about it being rude and him needing to learn some manners if he was going to stay with her. Zelda had been discussing what could only be described as girl-things with Impa. Link didn't think he had ever seen Zelda as furious as when she had found out that he had overheard her. She hadn't spoken to him for a week.

"Excuse me-" Link politely interjected to the duo "have you seen the tailor by chance? I need to purchase something"

"Oh! She's in there fitting little Ronnykin's new dress robes" the twin on the left said, a silly grin appearing on his face.

"Should be out in just a spot" Finished the one on the right, matching his brothers smile.

"….Thank..you.." Link answered, turning to leave; a bit disturbed by not only the twins' demeanour, but also their demonstration of their ability to finish each other's sentence.

"Nice hat you've got there mate" one of the twins interjectected just as Link turned around to leave.

"Yeah," his brother added "Where'd ya get it?"

"it was…a gift" Link hesitantly replied, becoming increasingly uncomfortable by the two's unbridled flamboyance.

Link meandered away from the two bickering twins, hoping as to avoid what promised to be a rather uncomfortable situation. He couldn't't tell why, but something in his gut told him the two redheads were not to be trusted….under any circumstances. He proceeded to browse around the shop, observing the many different styles and colours of robes that were offered by the shop, occasionally stopping to feel the texture of the fabric they were made from. Link did not particularly like any of the styles that were standard, as he felt they all looked too plain and boring to wear in the presence of polite company - adventuring was another thing, one didn't't need to look flashy (in fact, it was one of those times when flashy was very, very bad. It was like putting up a huge sign screaming "I'm here, come and get me", when you were really trying to be sneaky. Plus, the clothing always got ruined, and then Zelda would moan at him), but as Zelda had always told him "You only get one chance to make a first impression" and black robes, which frankly, in Link's eyes, resembled more of a dress, didn't seem to exude an interesting aura. 'Plus,' Link thought, 'black seems like more of the bad guys thing.'

Finally, after what felt to be the greater part of an hour, the tailor finally emerged from the back room, accompanied by, yet another child with shockingly red hair who, Link noticed, had a distinctly disgruntled look about him. The tailor briefly spoke to the twins who were still bickering about wheezing or whatever it was that was bothering them in the far corner of the shop and beckoned for them to follow her to the counter. As to be expected the duo paid for the carefully wrapped package which Link assumed were the "dress robes" the twins spoke about earlier. Link wondered what these 'Dress robes' were. He was pretty sure that the red headed child, Ronnykins, was a boy, so why would he need a dress?

"Was nice meetin ya mate" one of the twins said to Link, over his shoulder as they prepared to leave, then turning to extend his hand in greeting which link returned.

"I'm Fred" said the one on the left with a cheeky smile, "Fred Weasley." He made a little bowing motion.

"And I'm his distinctly better looking brother, George" the other quipped, mimicking the same gesture as the other. Fred elbowed his brother in the ribs at this. George grimaced at Link, before recovering his excited bravado "and this here, is little Ronnykins!", "George" added, pointing to the significantly shorter redhead, who simply nodded and turned away with a grunt.

"He's a tad shy around strangers" Fred snickered aside to Link…or was it George? Already, Link was having trouble remembering.

"Link"

"Link eh?" The right brother asked, a mischievous look coming into his eye. "That's a rather odd name."

Link just shrugged.

"So…Link, how would you like to help us out a bit."

That was when Link figured that he needed to excuse himself

Quickly saying goodbye, Link focused his attention on the tailor, who introduced herself as Madame Malkin.

"What can I do for you today young man?" Madame Malkin asked politely, "correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you visit my shop yesterday as well?"

"well Yes…" Link started

"oh dear….do your school robes not fit quite right, they look fine" She interjected, with a look of concern gracing her features

"oh no they fit quite nicely" Link said bashfully, "I was actually wondering if I could purchase something a bit less…well…boring"

"boring?" Madame Malkin quipped, looking quite puzzled "these are the standard uniform robes for Hogwarts, you have to wear them to class, why would you need more "interesting" robes?" she accentuated the "interesting" with an air of curiousity.

"well…" Link started, trying to think of a good excuse "for the time I do not have to be in uniform…and I have some rather…special…needs which require specialized clothing"

"why don't you take a seat Mr.?" she paused to ask for a name

"Link"

"Mr. Link, please" she said with a smile, conjuring a rather comfortable chair for each of them to sit in

"What did you have in mind"

Link's consultation with Madame Malkin lasted longer than he would have thought, however with the entire day to himself, he really could find no reason to complain; especially considering the quality Madame Malkin had put into the three garments he commissioned, and the fact that they were ready immediately; a sentiment which would have been that of fantasy back in Hyrule. Even the Royal tailors couldn't compare.

The first of the three garments contained in the brown paper package he now held in his arms was a more conservative take on his traveling tunic, the same basic form, however the garment now reached his ankles and had a white surcoat beneath so he wouldn't't need to wear the white leggings, whose practicality was even questionable to him at times.

The second outfit was more formal, and really not much of a robe, but more of a coat, only reaching to the middle of his shins; it was, as requested, in his trademark forest green, with a standup collar with the front cut away, the front of the coat was held shut by fasteners over his left shoulder and a few hooks hidden beneath the fabric to create a very streamlined look.

The third outfit was the one which gave him the most trouble as it required a very arduous process of explanation and questioning by Madame Malkin, however the results were impressive; the third garment was somewhat of a gut decision; Link, seeing that his tunic was impractical in this world at best decided that he needed something to replace it (for the moment) which was practical and functional. Consisting of a tunic made from heavy grey material to serve as the under layer, with matching leggings of a slightly lighter fabric; the over layer consisted of a heavy green cutaway robe, knee length with a slit in the back for mobility, all held together with a thin sash designed to fit underneath his belt.

Overall, Link was decidedly very pleased with his choices.

Contented with his rather expensive purchase; Link ambled around the twists and turns of Diagon alley, pensively taking in the sights, occasionally stopping to take a closer look into a storefront which caught his eye. Much as he wished the contrary, Link simply could not dispel the proverbial melancholy cloud, hovering over his head.

"so many people….." LInk thought pensively as he maneuvered through a particularly dense throng of shoppers, when suddenly; he felt himself trip over the long hem of his robe, and could don nothing but brace himself for the painfully impending fall. What Link did not perceive however, was the rather steep stairway leading down into a very dimly lit, very suspicious looking side alley. Link grunted as he rolled head over heels down the steep stairs; the package he had been carrying went flying from his hands, as did his wallet, still holding a substantial amount of rupees, which consequently spilled out in every direction upon its aquaintence with the rather sharp cobbblestone street.

"oof….that. Hurt" Link gasped as he landed on his back.

His wallet hit the ground with a scene stopping crash- rupees spiled out in all directions, skittering across the cobblestones, clinking like broken glass. One such piece, landing at the foot of a rather sinister looking character, who looked more at home in a dungeon than in a street, however shady. The black-clad crone slowly reached for the stone at her foot to examine it, her bones creaking with every motion. Picking it up she cackled softly, suddenly fixing an ominous glare at Link.

"Youre too rich for your own blood boy" she chuckled, in a way that reminded Link Far too much of the evil desert hags, twinrova.

"why don't you come over here?" she said, in a way that did not sound in any way, shape or form; like a request

Link Stumbled to his feet, grimacing. "that. -Erg- doesn't belong to you" he muttered

He lunged at the decrepit hag, only attempting to retrieve his posession, however the crone was much faster than he anticipated. She drew her wand and pressed it to his neck.

She grabbed ink's left hand to restrain him- "CRU-AUGH!" she cried, drawing back from Link's hand dropping her wand as well. She cursed at him as she held her hand, as if it had been burned.

Link also noticed a crowd beginning to form around the scene he had caused- He turned about to survey the state of his clothing parcel, Thinking quickly, he swooped down under the curious onlooker who seemed particularly interested in his package, and retrieved his bellongings.

"The little bugger burned me!" the hag spat to the crowd, still nursing her hand. Looking around, Link became painfully aware that a crowd had begun to form, several of the onlookers drawing their wands and pointing them at him

"I don't want to hurt them" Link thought, contemplating running; only to notice that his escape route had been cut off.

"I suppose I have no choice" He pondered again, looking around to the very threatening people around him.

Drawing the magical energy within him, Link began tracing the sacred symbols of one of the ancient spells he had actually mastered. His fingers deftly traced symbols in the air, which were highlighted by a trail of energy. Drawing a circle around the panel, Link twisted his hands into the final gesture to complete the spell as the onlookers warily advanced upon him.

Taking one last glance around to look for a way out, and finding none; he completed the spell

"BOMBOS!" Link shouted, swinging his arms to the ground. Immediately a massive shockwave resounded from the spot Link stood, knocking the shady people around him off their feet. Seeing this as his opportunity, Link ran back the way he fell from, leaving the rupees which had fallen out of his wallet as bait for his attackers…

-Meanwhile, At Hogwarts

"ngh….ow, my head…" Zelda mumbled, shaking the cloudiness from her head, Looking about, she found herself to be inside a rather sterile looking room, and very alone as well, looking over her shoulder she gasped, noticing Impa sitting in a chair at her bedside, a bit close than she would have liked, sitting next to her was a sagely old man, who seemed rather oblivious to his suroundings.

"Zelda, we have much to discuss with professor Dumbledore here." Impa firmly spoke to the now lucid princess

"This is going to be a long day…." Zelda thought as she carefully rose from her bed….

Link ran as fast as he could through the throngs of people populating diagon alley, most of whom heard his explosion and now cast very disparaging looks and undercast conversation towards him. He continually looked over his shoulder, making sure that he was not still being pursued by a possibly murderous hag.

-Meanwhile, in knockurnn alley, a very rotund and toad looking woman poked her head from a nearby shop, who's windows had been blown out by Link's spell. She shuffled over to the crumpled form of the hag who had attacked the young hylian.

"my my my…." she spoke, with a condescending voice like poisoned honey

"what could have happened here" she finished, taking out a handkerchief, and using it to shield her hand from the "filthy" skin of the unconscious crone's arm, as she lifted it to inspect what Link's touch had done. Looking upon the inside of the crone's hand, she found a triangle, bisected by another inverted one, perfectly charred into the skin of the gangly woman.

"curious….Cornelius will want to hear of this right away…" she mumbled, dropping the old hag's hand and her "ruined" handkerchief with it, and shuffling away, and up the stairs back to diagon alley.

- Link stopped outside the door he had left the Leaky Cauldron from, gathering his breath. Looking around his surroundings, and finding himself to be un-followed, he entered the pub as q-uietly as possible, and returned to his room with all haste.

Placing his parcel upon the chair in the corner of his room , Link removed the hideous black cloak from his shoulders without bothering to empty his pockets; and threw himself upon his bed. Sleep came quickly, however troubled it would prove to be.

Well- Its been a long time coming, but here's the next chapter. I need to thank my AMAZING co writer again for her help and input, and just a reassurance to our readers, the next chapter is almost complete as well, so expect that one shortly as well- next time, we get into the good stuff ^_^

Thanks-

Madori-