Harry Potter and the Sorcerer that got Stoned

~*Chapter Three*~

  "Hey!  Look!  Here are some Dand-Aids with Pokeman on them!"

"They're Band-Aids, Ron.  And you don't want ones with Pokemon on them," Hermione sighed while looking at some shampoo.

"Well, why not?  They look pretty cool.  See this one?  It has a Squittle on it."

Hermione glanced up.  Ron had already opened the box and had started putting several bandages on his arm.

"Ron!  You're not supposed to take them out of the wrapping!  That's shoplifting.  Put them back before one of the employees sees you," Hermione hissed.

The carefree redhead seemed to ignore her.

"Harry, they don't look that bad do they?  I think this one with the Snopplax is pretty neat."

Harry just shook his head.  "We're supposed to be sixteen, Ron.  Sixteen year olds don't have cartoons on their Band-Aids.  Now put them back."

Neville looked up from the toothpaste.  "I think they are remarkable.  I've never seen a cartOOn before."

Lavender, who had been looking at the variety of lip glosses at the end of the aisle, poked her head up with interest.  "What's a cartOOn?"

"Come on.  Let's see if this place has an electronics section.  You might actually be able to see one," Hermione said while letting out a deep, audible breath

Seamus wrinkled his nose at the sound of the new word.  "Elktranicts?"

"Things with plugs," Ron muttered under his breath.  The redhead was all too familiar with electronics.  His father owned an extensive collection of plugs.

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            "Wow!  So that's a movie," Seamus cried in delight.  Ron, Lavender, and Neville, being raised in wizarding families, had never seen any sort of television and were quite amazed by it.

            Hermione was quick to correct Seamus.  "No, it was a preview of an upcoming cartoon.  Maybe we'll see it while we are here."

            "That was just a preview?!?!  We are defiantly going to see it!" Ron enthusiastically said.

            Harry looked at his wristwatch out of habit.  "Shit.  Does everyone have what they are buying?  We have five minutes to checkout."

            Hermione held up a few bottles of hair products.  She felt she needed something to pamper her beautiful mane with.  Seamus held up a few tubs of play-doh.  Neville was buying some acne medication (being a teen didn't agree with his skin all that much) and an appointment book.  Lavender had a little basket full of makeup.

            "I don't think you are going to have enough money for all of that, Lav," Hermione hinted.

            "I suppose your right.  I guess I don't need four different kinds of blushes."

            Harry pushed back a few strands of his hair from his forehead.  "Okay.  Let's go check out."

            The Gryffindors walked up to the checkout and they earned a couple of odd looks from the cashier.  It wasn't every morning that he had a group of teenagers buy items at six in the morning.

            "Oh no!" Neville cried out.  "I've lost my money!"

            "No you didn't.  I took it when you weren't looking.  I didn't want you to lose it," Harry said with a smile.

            "Oh.  Thanks…I guess."

            The cashier looked at the group with even more interest now.  "Are you all from Canada?"

            Ron was just about to reply when Hermione stepped in.  "No, we're from London actually.  We were just stopping from the airport on our way to the hotel."

            "That's nice," the balding man said while scanning Harry's football.  "Hope you enjoy yourselves."  He continued to scan items and everyone paid. 

Seamus had the most difficulty dealing with the currency.  He kept insisting that he wasn't getting proper change back.  In the end, Hermione pointed out that he was getting the correct change.  Just as the group finished up, the Slytherins came to get checked out.

Malfoy and Crabbe laid two large water guns on the checkout line.  They paid and stepped opposite of Harry and Ron.  Millicent blushed furiously as she placed a bottle of Metabolife-356 (a weight loss drug) on the counter.  However, her blush was nothing compared to Pansy's.  The normally obnoxious girl put her head down as she placed 3 EPT pregnancy tests down on the checkout.

"What are those for, Pansy?" Malfoy sneered.

Her face became a shade deep crimson.  "You know I have a boyfriend, Draco.  And I hate to ask Madam Pomfrey to do the test."

"I don't see why you fancy that Braddock.  Quite a cock if you ask me."

She swallowed her anger and handed over the money to the cashier.  The group of first years went to the entrance looking for Mr. Weasley.

"Where is that disgusting father of yours, Weasley?  I don't know how we ended up with him for a chaperone."

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Ron hissed.

Draco continued despite, "I bet he begged the Ministry to come.  He would never be able to afford to go to America any other way."

"Why if I had my wand I'd…"

"You'd do what?  Try to hex me.  Please, I'd like to see you try."

Harry tugged at Ron's shirt.  He didn't want to be cleaning anyone's blood off the floor of Wal-Mart.  "Ron, lets go look for your dad.  We have to leave soon or we'll be late."

"Fine.  But I'm warning you Malfoy."

"Yeah, whatever.  Go look for Daddy.  I bet he's lost!" Draco said and Crabbe grunted in amusement.

Harry dragged Ron off to look for his father before a fist fight broke out.  They found him ten minutes later in the appliance isle.  His eyes lit up brightly as he flipped the microwave door open and shut repeatedly.

"Dad!  Dad?!"

"Huh?  Oh!  Time to go already?  We'll have to get one of these when we get home, Ron.  Look at it!  It opens," he flipped the door open, "And closes."  He slammed the door shut.  "Opens…"

"DAD!  Can we go now?

"Yea but isn't this amazing?"

"Come on.  We're late, Dad."

After some coaxing, Harry and Ron managed to get Mr. Weasley outside and the group of Slytherins and Gryffindors touched the portkey.  As fast as the group had appeared, they disappeared into the semidarkness.