Luna then dragged him to the rest of the menswear, where she'd already had set aside a pile of clothes she wanted him to try on and near the change rooms. For the next few hours he played 'dress-up doll' for her and tried them each on with little fuss other than the occasional pained look. Somewhere along the line she'd also managed to corral a shopper's assistant to help, who had taken one three-sixty degree look at him and promptly began adding to the pile to Luna's delight and Harry's mild chagrin.
Once they'd finished only Harry's shopping, with many many bags set aside to be picked up later, it was already past 'elevenses'. Luna then dragged him up to the food court area and they took a half hour break eating a morning tea.
As soon as Harry finished his tea, Luna then dragged him down to Ladieswear. She wanted to buy more muggle outfits as she'd determined she hadn't enough to match his, Harry's.
This time Luna played 'dress up doll' for Harry, but had a lot more fun doing it than Harry did for her.
After picking out a good dozen outfits from a lady's business suit down to jeans and plain blouses; plus, to Harry's delight, sexy underwear; they were done.
A quick trip back to the Menswear section and they were picking everything up there, minus the still-to-be-made suit and its accessories. Then, loaded with bags, they headed off to an out of the way place to shrink it all before dropping it in Harry's pocket. Then it was back out to the cab rank.
They were back in Grimmauld Place less than forty minutes later.
However, where all Harry wanted to do was go relax and meditate for a while, Luna had him hand all the bags over to Dobby for Dobby to 'de-tag' it all before putting it all away for them.
A quick lunch and then Luna said, "Love, Dobby will have got all that clothing ready to wear by now―"
"Yes, Mistress Luna," said Dobby, from the kitchen work bench. "Dobby has!"
She gave the elf a nod and turned back to Harry. "So, go get out of what you're wearing and dress into something less..." and wiggle her fingers at him, "... 'Combatty'" "Combatty?" he asked, amused.
"You know what I mean," she grinned back.
"I do," he said, standing up. "I'll go do that now... buu-uut... only because you asked nicely.
"I also want to get in some meditation before Remus and Tonks turn up and I give you more lessons on using your magic in a different way."
She smiled and returned, "Sounds like a good idea."
As he was about to leave, he smiled at her and honestly said, "I like that you don't refer to those fanciful creatures when you speak to me."
She grinned back and said, "You know almost all of them I made up. And I like how you, back when we were at Hogwarts together, knew that and didn't say anything." With a wider grin, he walked over, bent over to where she sat and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you for trusting me, even back then."
As she lightly blushed he left the kitchen and headed upstairs.
From where he was quietly watching, Sirius turned a grin on her and waggled his eyebrows.
She just rolled her eyes back at him.
An hour later she went up to his room and quietly let herself in.
Harry was sitting on the floor in a folded-legs, almost full lotus, position with his wrists resting on his knees.
As soon as she stepped in, he opened his closed eyes and looked to her. "Luna? Are they here, already?"
Not immediately answering she walked over to the chair he had at the desk Sirius provided for him in his room, spun it about, sat on it and looked to him. Clearly a little worried, she finally asked, "What do you think of the idea of me moving into here, permanently?"
A little confused, he replied, "I thought Sirius has already given you a permanent room here."
A little amused by her Harry's naïveté she smirked and gave a huff as if a smothered chuckle. "No, silly," she said. "I mean, move in... here." And gestured to the bed.
Finally understanding, he grinned back and asked, "I think I would love it. However, it has to be something you want."
She didn't miss the almost pleading at the end. "I want," she grinned.
Happily, he scrambled to his feet, quickly closed the distance between them, dragged her out of the chair and laid a massive hug on her, before then spinning her around with a joyous shout for a moment. As they both laughed and he put her down, she said, "I'll have Dobby move my things in here, straight away."
As he rapidly nodded his head with a big excited grin on his face, she more calmly said, "Just so you know, Love; I prefer to sleep naked."
"Then I will, too!" he declared.
She grinned back at his clear happiness.
Dumbledore was released by the DMLE not much earlier than lunch. He only had enough time to go back to his office and meditate for about fifteen minutes to calm down before he was up and heading for the Great Hall.
Even then, he was still irritable.
'How dare she,' he thought. 'What happened between Gellert, Abe and myself is a private family matter. She had no right to ask about that.' He knew that was not true, as he did cast a couple of Killing curses. However, they weren't illegal, back then. The curse only became known as one of the Unforgivables after Gellert was already on his pogrom to take over Europe, not before. Which is why she couldn't arrest and charge him for it.
However, she used his 'non-denial' that he'd cast at least one of them to press him for further information concerning his relationship with the man.
He then had to claim he had no idea what the man was going to get up to at the time; and, 'It would be wrong to judge someone for something they might do in future.'
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