Hopping in, before Harry had a chance to give a destination and before the cabbie could even ask 'Where to, Guv?' Luna said, "Harrods Department Store, please."
"No worries, Luv," said the cabbie, already moving to pull out into traffic as soon as he had the gap to do so.
Another to receive their copy of the Daily Prophet that morning, but much later than at the Black Townhouse or the hidden Malfoy Manor, was Dumbledore. His was delivered in the Great Hall of Hogwarts as the mail-owls streamed in through the high and disguised owl windows in the rafters.
Having already finished his breakfast and while sipping on a cup of tea while he listened to the chatter going on around him, the old man quickly had the owl delivering his copy of the Prophet, the only item of mail he 'permitted' delivered to him in the Great Hall, magically divested of its load and sent on its way. Setting his cup and saucer aside, he flicked the newsparchment open so he could read the front page.
With a start of shock he could see that two of the main three articles, the other article was on an attack on a half blood's home two nights ago and where a wizard and his witch wife were murdered, was concerning the Peverell man. However, the first of the two covered in great detail how he, Albus Dumbledore, was thoroughly embarrassed by the man before the man then handily trounced him in a magical battle.
Dumbledore scowled at his newsparchment as he read. He was not a happy breakfaster. The newsparchment article even covered how the Peverell man had told one and all about his, Dumbledore's, involvement with Gellert back at the turn of the century.
Twenty minutes later, due to heavier than normal traffic, the cab was approaching another cab rank and pulled in. Harry already had a twenty pound note out and was offering it to the cabbie as he turned around to tell them the charge.
A quick exchange of cash and the two magicals were out and running inside the store.
Before Harry even had a chance to really look around, Luna had already slipped her right hand into his left elbow and was marching him towards where he could see the escalators over the many, many racks of perfumes and such that were just inside the doors of the store.
"In a hurry, love?" he asked, turning a smirk on her.
"No, but these... scents are quite unpleasant," she replied with a gesture to the racks of perfumes. "There are far too many synthetic, I think is the term, mixed in with the few real ones. I don't like them."
Harry nodded, understanding. The powerful intermingled perfumes were a bit much for him, too. It annoyed him that most department stores also put their perfume ranges right at the main doors of their stores.
Once on the escalator, Luna firmly said, "Menswear first. We also have to get your proper muggle sizes for everything, while we do so." Harry just physically and verbally nodded, still looking around at everything as he followed her.
Dumbledore hadn't long returned to his office when his floo 'whoomphed' and chimed to let him know he had a floo-call.
Turning to the fireplace he saw the head of Connie Hammer in the green flames.
"Constance, my dear― Errr..." he started before he saw the mighty scowl then cross the face of the Head of the DMLE.
With a sigh he said, "What can I do for you, Director?"
He'd already been hauled over the coals on more than one occasion by the witch for addressing him, as she'd said, so familiarly. For at least a month afterwards, the witch would then flatly and bluntly ignore him, immediately palming him off to an underling when Dumbledore tried to speak with her. "Step through, Dumbledore," said Hammer. "We need to talk."
Then, before Dumbledore could ask why, she withdrew her head from the flames.
With a second sigh, Dumbledore sent off a messenger Patronus to McGonagall, as his deputy, to inform her he needed to speak with Director Hammer of the DMLE 'most urgently' and would return as soon as he could. As always, he made it seem as if he was initiating things without actually stating such.
Then he was through the floo to what he thought would be the woman's office since her predecessor, Rufus Scrimgeour, had been killed in a late night attack on his home by Tom's 'boys and girls' less than a year after he took the job. Instead, it was the auror bullpen floo, where two Master Aurors were waiting for him.
"Oh," he said, surprised where he'd ended up. "This way," said the lead Master Auror, Stebbings, before turning about and beginning to walk towards the back of the large office. The other auror, Master Auror Vance, then simply gestured for Dumbledore to follow the first.
As Dumbledore did so, Vance then fell in behind him.
Annoyed by his treatment and the lack of trust and respect, Dumbledore had to clamp down on his Occlumency for any sign of that annoyance showing in his expression. Instead, he maintained an expression of calm peacefulness as he walked.
Instead of being shown into the Director's office, Dumbledore was taken through the door to the Interrogation rooms.
As he hesitated and was about to turn to Vance, he felt the tip of a wand pressed into his kidney area. "Don't make me do this, Dumbledore," said Vance. "You're just going to an Interrogation Room to answer questions, one way or another."
With a sigh, Dumbledore returned to walking and said, "I find myself disappointed in you, Emmaline."
Vance didn't reply; not even to correct him to address her as 'Master Auror Vance'.
Just like at Madam Malkin's, Harry was forced to stand still while someone wrapped a tape measure around different parts of his body. This time it was a man who spoke with a bit of a high class accent and the tape measure wasn't taking those measurements on its own.
He was quite condescending until Harry introduced himself as Lord Hardwin Peverell. Then that condescension flew out the window as if the man had physically thrown it.
Since then it had been, "I need you to hold your arms out horizontal, my Lord; as if on a cross." And, "Feet a bit further apart, my Lord." That sort of thing.
Once the measurements had been taken Harry was properly fitted for a bespoke business suit, as Sirius said it was important to have at least one so as to do business in the muggle world as and when necessary.
With sizes in hand, Luna began looking through the racks for far simpler muggle wear, for everyday muggle world use, while Harry was having material hung over him. She was building him up a wardrobe from underwear out, from head-wear to shoes. And she would also be adding accessories and body care once she and Harry had the rest chosen.
Harry came away from the fitting section of Menswear with a three-piece suit being custom made for him - charcoal grey with a lighter grey pinstripe; no hat; a suitable-sized charcoal grey business umbrella with a wooden hook handle 'No truegentleman would go outside without his matching brolly, my Lord'; black Oxfords, not brogues, with a pre-applied high polish; a couple of plain 'pure' white business shirts to wear with it; and matching black belt, with plain silver buckle. All that was set aside to be picked up at the same time as the suit.
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