Right, sorry, got caught up I my mum's diary," Harry said with faux embarrassment. He snapped the diary closed and put it in his pocket.
"I don't have all night, you lazy human. Some of us have work to do," the testy being stated as he pointedly moved to the door. "Come along."
Harry took one last look around and decided to keep the vault open for now, but he might move it all when he found a home. He could feel the wards around the bank and would have no problem updating and copying them. For now, he had to get back to the school, since he had no place else to go right now.
After the ride to the top, the very tired Harry exchanged some gold to pounds, went outside and then used his new form of transportation to the Honeydukes' tunnel. He quickly checked his map, made himself invisible and dashed to Gryffindor tower. There he looked around, viewed his map, saw the youngest male Weasley's name, and decided to crash on the couch. He blinked his trunk to him, and got dressed in some sleepwear. He shrunk the trunk, put it on a necklace, and then fell asleep as soon his head hit the pillow he conjured. It had been a long day.
Hermione was the first one down the next morning. "Harry," she said as she gently shook his shoulder.
"Wassa?" was the nonsense answer as the sleeping teen rolled over.
"Come on, Harry, wakey, wakey," she said with a nudge and a giggle.
"'ermoine, 'hy are 'ou shakin' me?" came the muffled question.
"As much as I'd like to let you sleep, the prefects will be down soon, and they will be much more forceful in getting you awake," the bushy-haired girl stated, giving his shoulder another shake. "Think ice water," she said when he just mumbled again.
"Fine, fine, I'm up," our savior grumbled as he rolled over and sat up.
"Why are you sleeping on the couch?"
"That thief is in the dorm room," Harry answered, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, wondering where his glasses were, since he didn't take them off last night. He squinted around and spotted them on the floor near Hermione's foot. He held out his hand and thought at them. They winked in to his palm, and he held them up looking for damage. They were only smudged, so he thought them clean.
"Harry, you don't know…" she hedged, biting her lip and looking away, missing his use of wandless magic. She really didn't want to believe that Ron would steal anything. It had kept her up all night. Was he really so mad at Harry that he would act so completely out of character?
"Right," he interrupted her and he put his glasses on, "and until I do, I'm not sharing a room with him."
"I guess that makes sense," she said, letting it go for now.
"It does. Look, I'm hungry, let's go eat. I'm thinking breakfast in the kitchen today. I want to ask you and Luna, maybe the twins, more about this… world, I guess is the word I'm looking for," he said and pulled off the trunk necklace, expanded it and rummaged through it for clothes. He picked out his attire, which he was going to have to fix since they looked too big and holey. He looked at Hermione and said, "I meant after I get changed. I might be awhile in the shower, so you don't have to wait for me," he said with a small smile, negligently shrinking and putting the trunk back around his neck. He was looking forward to a long, hot shower. It was only two days ago he was cold and dirty. No, right now scrubbing clean sound luxurious.
"I'll be here for about an hour, so try not to take that long, and you will show me how you just did that," she said as she pulled out a book from her bag.
"Right," was all he said as he turned and ran up the stairs.
Exactly fifty-five minutes later, a clean and well-dressed Harry Potter came down to the common room. Now there were many other students gathered there, and they all looked at him as if they were fascinated at the change. They had been so caught up in his little speech and argument yesterday that they hadn't noted his clothing. Now though, they could see this was not the teen they knew before. Gone were the baggy hand-me-downs and in their place were some nice black jeans and a royal blue button-up shirt. Not to mention the awesome shiny combat boots.
"Quit fucking gawking at me like I'm some bloody zoo animal," our hero snarled as he pushed his way to Hermione and the Weasley twins.
"Let's just go eat," Hermione said as she laid a hand on his arm.
He smiled, threw his arm over her shoulders and said, "Yeah, I'm starved."
Luna had been waiting for them at the half-way point and the now five students were eating breakfast in the kitchen. Harry made sure to make her feel welcome with cheek kiss and an arm around her shoulders. They were having a full English breakfast and Harry delighted in the spread. He made sure to load his plate with a bit of everything and all but inhaled the food.
"You know, you'll taste more of it if you chew," Luna reprimanded kindly, knowing that he still worried about starving. She wondered if part of that was subconscious conditioning, from his childhood. Not that she knew anything about it, but just from observing him these past two years, she concluded his homelife was not ideal. Now, with his memory gone she may never know.
Hermione was also thinking along those lines, and she put a hand on his arm and said, "No one is going to take it from you."
"Right, sorry," he said as he slowed down.
"How did it go last night?" George asked Harry, changing the subject and taking those pitying looks away from the amnesiac.
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