Next, the women decided to go shopping for themselves. They ran him ragged going from shop to shop with armloads of bags he wasn't allowed to shrink. But that wasn't too bad. What was worse were the fashion shows he was forced to sit through. One would think a teenage boy would be thrilled to watch a pair of the most attractive women anywhere parade around in new outfits for him. And it was great at first, but it also made him highly uncomfortable and embarrassed to be in the woman's sections of all these different shops. When Fleur mentioned in a few shops how Harry had 'volunteered' to be their bag carrier some of the older woman started cooing over how sweet he was and how they wanted to introduce their granddaughters to a sweet boy like Harry. When they decided to start hitting the lingerie shops, Harry was ready to die of embarrassment. (Although part of the problem was seeing some of the outfits and imagining Padma wearing them.)
Saturday night, Harry collapsed on his bed at the Marauder's Den completely exhausted. He didn't know what they had in store for him on Sunday but suspected it would be more of the same.
He was right but also he was oh so wrong. It was worse.
It had been a pleasant breakfast. Cassie was the centre of attention and loved every second of it. Sirius seemed to have gotten over his anger over Friday night's escapade. It was nice to be home and Harry was enjoying himself.
After breakfast, Dobby cleared the plates and Kalina announced the second day of Harry's punishment.
"We got a lot more done yesterday that I expected," she admitted. "Harry was great as our personal valet." She paused and winked at Harry. "And I'm sure he learnt all kinds of things about ladies fashion. But I actually nothing left to buy for me or the baby."
Harry felt a tremor of hope. (He should have learnt by now.)
"So, I decided on something different," Kalina added. "Oh, Dobby, can you please bring that pile in with you?" she requested.
Dobby appeared with a pile of Harry's clothes. Harry recognized the last of the clothes from the Dursleys (he'd never quite gotten around to burning them and they sat in a drawer), most of the clothes he'd bought the summer after his Third year, and a few newer things he'd bought himself.
Kalina said, "I had Dobby bring me all your things and I was simply appalled at some of the wretched clothes you have. Honestly Harry, for such a sweet and intelligent young man it showed no fashion sense. So today we are going to correct that. You have a hair appointment at noon and then Fleur and Tonks are meeting us to start correcting your wardrobe. We're going to have such a fabulous time!"
'Oh my God,' Harry thought, in too much shock to speak let alone yell, "No! I'm in an all new level of Hell!"
The girls had a wonderful time using Harry as their very own dress-up doll. They were on a quest to find 'his' style and seemed to be using a shotgun approach - throw everything at him and see what sticks. Everything from shirts to trousers to belts to boxers; nothing was off limits. They hired three young women who were 'professional shoppers'. Their shoppers would go off to collect various outfits and bring them back. Kalina, Tonks, and Fleur sat sipping wine while Harry was forced to carry out a one man fashion show. To make matters worse, Tonks had brought along her camera for future blackmail purposes.
"Think how much your fan-club will pay for some of these," she quipped after taking a photo when Harry was trying one particularly form-fitting pair of bathing trunks.
"Think how much Harry will pay to keep them from getting it," Fleur responded with a giggle.
"Three evil witches," Harry muttered as he turned back to the changing room.
Finally, his time in Hell was done. Not because the ladies were tired of shopping, but simply because the stores were closing. Kalina paid off Harry's new clothes. Harry had to carry the bags but as soon as they were out of sight she called Dobby to take the clothes back to Hogwarts. Harry handed them over with a sigh of relief. He did however catch the amused look on his elf friend's face. After that, it was a quick cab ride through London to the Marauders' Den
When Kalina finally walked Harry to their Floo to return to Hogwarts, she wrapped him into a fierce hug. Then, gripping his shoulders she said, "As bad as this weekend was for you, so was our Friday night. If you ever do that to me again, Harry James Potter, we will find out if you can outrun a fireball." Another hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Now get back to school, scamp."
In spite of himself, Harry entered the Floo with a smile.