Thursday the next week had approached much faster than Jake expected it to. He had been working tirelessly on lessening the effects of absorbing the impact of the Killing Curse, hopefully to the point where it didn't force him back and knock him out at all. Before, he would be unconscious for several hours, and even just over a week of training his body, he was now only unconscious for fifty minutes. He still had a long way to go to not being affected at all, but progress was progress.
He had gotten a letter from Hermione three days ago saying that her mum was going to allow her to stay at the Tower, which admittedly surprised him, but he wasn't going to complain. It wasn't like he was going to do anything besides kiss her silly anyway. He was also thankful that his nightmares had ceased; he hadn't had one since he had seen the dream clearly for the first time.
Today she was set to arrive, but didn't say if it were to be morning or afternoon. It was almost Noon, so if she had planned on arriving in the morning, she was running behind schedule.
He didn't have a whole lot of tidying up to do, and he was sure Hermione wouldn't care one way or the other if the Tower looked lived in or not. This was also the first time someone other than himself would be seeing Merlin in the Modern Era, and he wasn't sure how Hermione would react to meeting him.
He was sitting at his Alchemy Table when he heard the fireplace roar with green flames. He looked at the time and saw it was Twelve o'clock on the dot, "Punctual as ever." He stood up from the table and walked over to greet Hermione. She stepped out from the fireplace, a few bags in her arms, and she looked around, marveling at the room.
"This place has an antique feel to it," she said, looking around before she saw Jake. The moment she did, she dropped her bags, ran up to him, and placed her lips upon his. Her hands ran through his hair, and his hands went to her lower back.
Their lips were connected for as long as they could stand the lack of oxygen intake. When they separated, Jake looked into Hermione's left eye, "I know it was only last week when I last saw you, but I've been wanting to do that every second I've been apart from you."
"Jake, I didn't know you were such a romantic," she gave a half smirk, "but then, you never really had a reason to say something like that to me before," she grabbed his shirt by his collar, "kiss me again," she said, and he didn't hesitate to kiss her.
They separated far sooner, when a chuckle was heard, "I forgot to tell you... Merlin is in the Portrait above the fireplace..."
"Merlin? The Merlin?" She asked, her voice rising in pitch slowly.
"I didn't know I was known as The Merlin," Merlin's tall pointy hat bobbed on his head as he gave a hearty laugh.
"Actually it's Merlin the Great or The Great Merlin ," Jake said.
"And what was so Great about me?" Merlin asked in a playful tone.
"You're regarded as the strongest, most powerful Wizard to ever exist," Hermione said, not catching onto his voice.
"He knows, I told him two summers ago," Jake whispered to her. Hermione's cheeks flushed as realization set in.
"Wh-Where am I going to be staying?" She asked, shifting topics.
He picked up her forgotten bags from the floor, "Come on," he motioned with his head and led her to his room. He set her bags on his bed, "There's only the one bed, you can sleep on it, I'll sleep on a mattress on the floor if you want?"
Hermione had a flirty smirk on her face, "Or you and I could share the bed?" Her smirk turned into a suggestive smile.
"U-Uhm..." he was afraid she was going to suggest that.
She couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, "I'm teasing you, but we can share the bed, just make sure there is a line, literal or metaphorical, that isn't crossed, and we will be fine."
"Probably a physical line... I'm not saying I'd do anything without your strict consent, but that wouldn't stop me from trying to urge you into it," he said, "and I'd hate for us to do something we might have regrets about later..."
"I understand," her smile this time was gentle and thankful. Did she want to make love to him? Eventually, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to right now. She wanted her first time with him to feel special, not to feel rushed into.
"Alright, I can draw a line then, I've read up on so many spells, that I know I've read about one like that," he said, "do you want me to leave so you can unpack?"
"You don't-" she stopped herself. She just remembered she had unmentionables in one of her bags that she didn't want him to see yet. She wanted them to be active first before he saw her in those, "Er - yes, please?"
"Of course. I've gotten pretty great at fixing food if you're hungry?" He asked.
"I'm starving. I didn't eat before leaving home," she said, her stomach growling on cue, "whatever you feel like fixing."
"Okay," he smiled and walked out of the room. He walked over to one of the walls and tapped on a specific brick twice, going three below it and tapped that brick once. After a few seconds, the walls began to expand and contort until eventually, a room that resembled a kitchen was formed. He decided to go with an American dish to treat Hermione to, "Adding this kitchen last summer was the best idea I've had for this Tower so far," he said to himself proudly.
Hermione had just begun to sort through her things when she found an item she had brought with her. Her face burned with embarrassment as she buried it at the bottom of her bag. The cucumber, she knew would have gone bad eventually, so she disposed of it the day before coming to Merlin's Tower and got something more durable. She felt an aching desire burning in her chest, 'Calm down, Hermione, calm down... you and him and aren't even going to be doing anything of the sort while here, there's no reason to get all in a fit about it.' She walked over to one of the dressers and pulled one of the drawers open without even a thought, and it contained mainly socks and boxers. Her face heated up again as she quickly closed the drawer, 'Maybe I'll just ask Jake where I can put my clothes...'
She walked out of the room and saw him in a kitchen she didn't recall being there before. She walked over and saw him laying out ingredients to prepare the meal he'd be making for her. He must've caught her in his peripheral vision, because he looked at her, "before you ask, yes, they are fresh ingredients."
"I-I wasn't going to say anything..."she looked at the flooring and thought it an odd choice to be of red and blue alternating squares, "is there anywhere I can put my clothes out of my bags?"
"Yeah, third from the top in the dresser is empty, and if you need the room, just move things from the fourth drawer to the fifth," he said and returned to his culinary project.
Hermione returned to the room and pulled open the third drawer, which was in fact empty. Hermione began putting away her clothes, putting her unmentionable items in first so they were at the bottom. She did end up having to move things out of the fourth drawer because she just packed too many clothes, 'You'd think I'm moving in with him...' She smiled to herself as she began to fill up the fourth drawer with the rest of her things. She walked out of the room and saw him still working hard, so she walked over to a bookshelf and read the spines of each book before she made her choice, " Alchemy, Ancient Art and Science ?" She pulled the book off the shelf and walked over to the chair beside the fireplace and began to read.
She wasn't surprised to read about the Philosopher's Stone in this, but Nicholas Flamel wasn't the first one to make it. She honestly never thought he was, but she was surprised to see that it dated back all the way to 435 AD. She looked up and saw that Merlin wasn't in his portrait. She stood up, book in hand, and walked to the kitchen again, where a most wonderful scent wafted into her nose.
"What is that wonderful smell?" Hermione asked.
"It's a Reuben Sandwich. It's got Classic Corned Beef, Swiss Cheese, and Sauerkraut. I decided to lightly toast it on the stove top to give it the delicious smell," Jake said, smiling.
"A Reuben Sandwich?" Hermione asked him.
"It's a staple American Sandwich, I don't know when it was first made, but my adoptive mother made it frequently and told me it was an American Staple," he said.
"Well it smells great," Hermione walked and sat down at the table in the kitchen, putting the book down as well, "Oh, Jake?"
"Yeah?" He called over from the oven.
"What do you want to do after Hogwarts?" She was looking at him, admiring his hair, but she did think that it needed to be cut and trimmed.
"I want to be an Alchemist," he said without hesitation.
"Really? An Alchemist?" She asked for confirmation.
"Yeah, now that Flamel is dead, the Magical World doesn't have a Master Alchemist, at least not in Europe," he answered, getting the sandwiches and taking them to the table, setting a plate down in front of her, and sat down across from her.
"You plan to stay in Europe? And Great Britain?" She asked.
"Yeah, of course," he said, smiling.
"Why?" She asked, a confused look on her face.
"You're here," he said casually.
"What?" Her cheeks tinged pink.
"If you moved to France, or Spain, or Germany, or even to America, I'd be there with you, because I love you, Hermione," he said sincerely.
Her heart fluttered in her chest, "Really?"
"Of course," he looked at her, "I couldn't imagine my future anywhere without you."
She smiled as her cheeks flushed with the feeling of love radiating in her chest. She looked down and grabbed the sandwich, biting into it a second later, and feeling it practically melt in her mouth, "This is wonderful!" She said with a full mouth.
He smiled, letting it slide because it was her and he knew she didn't do it regularly, and started to eat his as well, "I'm glad you think so, Hermione," he said in between mouthfuls.
After lunch, he showed her around the Tower, and was careful to let her know that every door between the top room, not counting the roof, and the base floor were trap rooms and to not open them. Her eyes widened when he told her that most of them would result in her death, and she made mental notes to not open any of these rooms. When they got to the base floor, it was barren, "Have you thought about what to put here?"
"No... the roof is just a bunch of targets to practice my spell work, so unless you want to see it with me, there's no reason to take you up there myself," he said, "this door over here leads to the basement," he opened the door and pulled his wand out, " Lumos Maxima ."
Hermione had to shield her eyes for a second, but when she looked down the stairs, she saw it lead into a massive basement area. It was damp, and unappealing, but there was an ornate ivory door.
"Be glad you are seeing this after I've already been through here. I had to push in a stone brick that revealed this door," he said and opened it for her.
Hermione was in awe at the Marble White room behind. Porcelain objects were everywhere, but the most eye-catching thing in the room was a painting of what looked like a Family tree, "Jake, is that...?"
"Yes, the Ambrosius Family Tree. It has Merlin at the very top, and every Descendant he's ever had..." he trailed off, his face fell slightly.
"What's wrong?" She walked up to him and looked up at him, noticing that he had still grown in height again, 'He's probably going to be as tall as or taller than Ron this year...'
"All of Merlin's Descendants up until about the early 1800's had many children... but only one line of descendants ever had a child that grew to have another child, that grew up to have another child... and so on and so forth... all other children that aren't of my direct ancestry... well it skipped around, but most of their children didn't live for long. You can see it branching out and then ending after a while..." he sighed, "then down here, you can see where they realized it was pointless to have so many children, so they kept it to one child, unless twins were born..."
Hermione began to climb the ladder to get a better look. As she climbed, she was reading the surname, "Why is it Ambrose?"
"When they moved to America not long after the year 1650, they changed it. Dumbledore told me my ancestors were the Pioneers for MACUSA over in America."
"When did they stop being a part of it?" Hermione called down to him as she climbed still.
"They eventually lost popularity and support for re-election, and it got to the point where an Ambrose was no longer in MACUSA," he explained, "they maintained their Nobility status among Witches and Wizards in America and Great Britain, for a while at least."
"What do you mean for a while?" She stopped to call down to him.
"I don't know the full details about what happened, but I know near the turn of the century, my great-great grandfather almost ruined everything the name Ambrose meant and stood for. My grandfather, by the time he was an adult, the name of Ambrose in America meant nothing. Until I was three months from being born... you remember the Brotherhood of Grim?"
"Yeah, I remember them, what about them?" She asked him.
"In a sense, I was the reason for the name Ambrose to be feared again... did I ever tell you about a Prophecy?"
"Maybe? A lot went on last year..." she said, starting her descent as she had seen everything she wanted to.
"Well in the Prophecy... As I became an adult I would bring about the Brotherhood of Grim's downfall. I still don't know much about them, because they are based in America, and no book in Britain has any info on them," he said when she was almost down the ladder.
"Well, you're powerful enough, Jake. You're easily the most powerful Wizard to ever exist. I'd say even greater than Merlin, honestly," Hermione said as she got to the very bottom and stepped off the ladder.
"Thanks... that's kind of you," he smiled at her.
She stepped closer to him, "And true," she managed to get his mouth down to hers and she kissed him for a few seconds, "come on, let's go and get started on our Summer Work. With luck, we can get it done by early next week."
*******
Unfortunately, it was the end of next week when they finally got their Summer Work done. Jake kept glancing over at Hermione and getting distracted, causing him to not work as fast as usual. If there were no romantic attraction between them, they'd have gotten it done when Hermione said.
Hermione had been enjoying the practice she had been getting with her spellwork and she felt like she had gotten better at Charms and Defense spells just in the week she had been there. Once he had told her there was a barrier around the Tower preventing the detection of underage magic use, Hermione tested it out with Wingardium Leviosa on a book, and when no Owl arrived telling her she had used magic underage, she let out a gleeful noise. Of course, she knew currently she was nowhere near Harry's ability as he was still really good at it and she wasn't even going to pretend that she could one day be as good or as powerful as Jake, because that simply wasn't ever going to happen.
As Hermione was enjoying breakfast one morning, Jake busy fiddling with the Alchemy set, which he said he had yet to even try to use, an Owl flew in the open window carrying a letter. She had long since stopped getting the Daily Prophet so this Owl was unexpected, "Who could this be from?" She asked in a low whisper and took the letter, the Owl departing a second later. She saw that it was addressed to her. She knew that the person sending an Owl didn't have to know a person's location, the Owl knew where to go. It also clearly wasn't her Hogwarts Letter with her school supplies list, as Jake didn't get one. She opened the letter and found that it was from Dumbledore:
Miss Granger,
I invite you to stay at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place for the duration of your summer break. I ask that you please not tell Harry or Jake where you will be staying as of right now. There is far too much going on right now that they can't know yet. Please send an Owl with your response no later than the end of next week if you choose to stay at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.
Your Headmaster,
Albus Dumbledore
Hermione felt a sudden fire burning in her chest, 'Why the hell would he not want me to tell Jake where I would be staying?' She raged in her head. That simply was out of the question. Wherever she stayed, she would always Owl Jake where she was, in case she needed him to be there for any reason. She looked up at Jake, he didn't seem to even notice the Owl had arrived and left in the span of five seconds. She may have thought about it if it were just Harry, but Jake too? Dumbledore could quite honestly, as far as Hermione was concerned, go fuck himself.
She got up, abandoning what was left of her breakfast, and walked over to Jake, who was talking quietly to himself as he read a book called Fundaments of Alchemy , "The Alchemist's Potion can have several effects, depending on the Ingredients used, and not all effects are beneficial." She heard him say as she approached. He looked up at her, "Hello, Hermione - what's wrong?" He asked when he saw the look on her face.
She held the letter in front of him, " This is what's wrong."
He took the letter and read it quickly, "Is that how he feels, huh? He wants both Harry and I to be ignored by our friends? For what reason?"
"I don't know, but I'm not going to this Grimmauld Place until you are able to go... and Harry... he was the one who had it horrible near the end of last year, he needs our support," she said, disregarding what she had thought moments prior, "he doesn't need the emotional trauma of being abandoned by his friends, by the people who are supposed to care about him, and be there for him."
"No, he really doesn't... I don't know what went on in that Graveyard, but Cedric ended up dead, Voldemort came back, and Harry barely escaped one of the worst things to happen to the Wizarding World... to leave him to suffer in silence, what kind of friends would we be, leaving him to that?" Jake looked at her, and she saw that he had a rising anger behind his eye.
Hermione looked back at the letter, "I'm not responding. I'm not giving the Headmaster the satisfaction of responding to his letter." She walked over to the lit fireplace and thought about tossing it in, but decided to not, in case she needed it. "Dumbledore didn't say I couldn't Owl Harry, he just asked me to not let him know I'd be staying at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place... which means Ron probably got the same letter..."
"You should go," Jake suddenly said.
"Wh-What?" Hermione stuttered.
"If Dumbledore wants to think he's being clever, we will let him think he's being clever... we should go and see Harry first to let him know what's going on, then you'll go to Grimmauld Place, act like nothing's wrong. I won't Owl you how Harry's doing after you go, in case someone else were to read it, but know that he will be fine," Jake gave her a look, one that told her he wasn't going to be a pawn in Dumbledore's game.
She wasn't either, "Alright, when do you want to go and see him?"
"Right now should be fine," Jake said, standing up from his Alchemy Table, "let me go and get properly dressed, first." He stood up and Hermione watched him go into his room.
They had been sharing the bed in his room, she took the left side and he took the right, and there was a line that he had put in the bed that neither of them could cross. It wasn't there after the first night, because they realized if they could spend the day together being on top of one another while snogging, they could sleep cuddled up together and not do anything they didn't want to yet do. He didn't shy away from the fact all he wore to sleep was his boxers, which Hermione blushed about every time she saw him. She was more modest for now, sleeping in what her parents had bought for her just before she started her Fourth Year at Hogwarts.
Most mornings at the Tower, Hermione would be woken up by him kissing her on the back of the neck; she loved being spooned by him, she felt safe being up against him. One morning when she woke up, he hadn't yet, but she felt something pushing against her bum, and she realized it was him. He was bulging against her bum and it made her feel hot and bothered in between her hips. When he woke up, neither of them acknowledged it, and he quickly got out of the bed and hurried out of the room. Hermione hadn't moved until he had left the room, where she then tried to calm herself down.
He came out of the room a moment later, fully dressed, "The room is yours," he went and sat down in the chair next to the fireplace to wait for her. Hermione walked into the room and got ready for their visit to Harry. She obviously didn't have to dress too nice, it was only Harry, but she didn't want to look like a homeless person. She dressed in blue jeans, long-sleeves, and a short-sleeved shirt over that. It was supposed to be a rather cold day for July, but not cold enough to bundle up in heavier clothing. She walked into the bathroom and made sure her hair was nice and she quickly brushed her teeth before walking out of the room.
"I'm ready," she said and walked over to him. If they weren't going out, she'd straddle him and snog him.
"Alright, we can take the Knight Bus from the Leaky Cauldron. If I'd been to 4 Privet Drive before, I'd just apparate us there, but, well, I've never been there," he stood up and walked up to her. He kissed her for a second, "I love you, Hermione."
"I love you too, Jake," she looked up at him, smiling. She walked over to his fireplace and grabbed some of his floo powder, "Oh, is the pot charmed to never run out?"
"Yeah, the Tower, despite its age, has a lot of advanced magical features that are technically breaking Wizarding Law," he smirked.
"Normally I wouldn't approve... but after what Fudge did a couple weeks back, I have nothing against this," Hermione smiled as she stepped into the fireplace, "Leaky Cauldron," she said and tossed down the Floo Powder.
She appeared in the Leaky Cauldron after being engulfed in green flames and walked out into the main pub area, waving to Tom who was behind the bar, serving a customer. Jake appeared behind her a second later, "Morning, Tom," he waved as well to him. "Alright, let's go," he said and led Hermione outside the building. He held his wand up when no Muggle was around and the Knight Bus appeared a moment later.
"Hello Stan," Jake said after he got on, which was after Hermione.
" 'allo, where ya 'eaded?" Stan asked him.
"4 Privet Drive," he sat down next to Hermione and they were taken there.
" 'ang on, 'ow do you know moy name?" Stan asked him.
"Harry Potter," Jake answered him.
"Really? 'Ows he doin'?"
"He's doing well, I hope... if not, we are going to have a problem...," Jake said grimly, which shook Stan to his core and he didn't say another word.
Hermione scooted over closer to him so their shoulders were practically pressed together. It was a five minute ride to get to their destination. When they arrived, Jake paid the fare for both of them and they stepped off the Knight Bus, and he asked them to wait there until he returned. "So, this is 4 Privet Drive?" She asked him.
"Yeah, go on ahead, I'm going to look at the exterior real quick," Jake said and he walked off to the side.
Hermione walked up to the door and knocked. It was a moment before someone answered, but when the door opened, it was a man who answered, if you could call him that. He was incredibly overweight, and he looked like a baby whale. He was ogling her from the moment he saw her, which made her disgusted. Still, Hermione tried to remain polite, "Hello, is H-"
"Diddy, who's at the-" a woman said coming up behind him, "- Oh, is this the girl you said you were seeing later?"
"Er - no, I'm here for-" Hermione stopped when 'Diddys', who she assumed was Dudley, hand rose and became centimeters away from her. She suddenly raised her arm, pushing his tree trunk sized arm away, and she socked him right in the eye. He recoiled, yelling wildly as he fell to the floor. "Don't you dare touch me with those disgusting hands!"
"Hermione, are you alri-" Jake came up beside her and saw her handiwork, "that answers that."
Hermione looked at him and smiled before looking back at the woman, who had a scared look on her face. Hermione figured her to be Harry's Aunt Petunia, "Harry, where is he?" She more demanded than asked.
Petunia stepped back, afraid of the girl in front of her, and Hermione stepped in, Jake behind her, "Petunia, what is - YOU !" Roared a man who was more overweight than his own son, who had trouble getting back up on his feet. Hermione couldn't imagine how a person could be so obese and move with an ease he should by all accounts not have. The man she believed Harry called Vernon was pointing, but not at her, he was pointing at Jake, " GET OUT OF MY HOUSE !"
"Maybe if you say please?" Jake said and waltzed further into the house, admiring the place.
Hermione saw Vernon's face and it was turning purple, and not a light shade either, it was almost a plum color, " OUT ! OU -" Vernon stopped yelling, and only because Jake had drawn his wand.
"Hermione, go find Harry, see if he's okay. I'm going to keep an eye on this whale of a man," Jake said, glaring at Vernon all the while.
Hermione made to go up the stairs, when Vernon started to cut her off, "Oh no you don't! You are not allowed-" Hermione saw a stunner fly between her and Vernon and collide with the wall.
"Jake!? Are you sure it's still in place?" Hermione asked him.
"I thought you couldn't do that freak nonsense outside that freak school!?" Vernon roared.
Jake ignored him, though, "I guess we'll see," he said and Hermione continued up the stairs. He stood there, his wand trained on Vernon, and when no Owl arrived to tell him he performed underage magic, he smirked, "Would you look at that? I'm not in trouble with the Ministry."
Vernon turned purple in the face again when Hermione came down with Harry, "Jake? What are you doing?" Harry asked him.
He looked at Harry and saw baggy clothes on him, "Lift your shirt up, and no it's not in that way I'm asking." Harry looked reluctant, but he did lift his shirt up, causing Hermione to gasp, showing to both Jake and Hermione that he was thinner than he should be just after almost three weeks. Jake's eye turned a dull, dark red, and he looked back to Vernon, who was suddenly more afraid than he had ever been in his life, "What the hell do you think you're doing to him?"
Vernon opened his mouth several times, but he never got any words out, "Harry... How long has this been going on for?" Hermione asked him quietly.
"Forget it," Harry said quickly.
"No," Hermione said just as quickly, "this is your well-being that is being neglected by these - these - these horrid people! How can you just let it happen?"
"We'll talk about this later," Jake said, "for now, Harry, we are going shopping for clothes that fit you properly."
"You're going nowhere-" Vernon started to say, but Jake, whose eye was now glowing red, stopped him, and a choking sound was heard.
"You shut the fuck up, or I'll break that neck of yours," Jake said, releasing his hold on Vernon with magic, who began coughing horribly. Petunia made to go to him, but Jake stopped her, "Stay where you are. You can check on him after we leave." She stood there, afraid to disobey him, "Harry, let's go."
"Come on, Harry," Hermione urged him, and he walked forward and out of the house.
He saw the Knight Bus in front of him, "I was wondering how you both got here..."
"Flooing would've caused too much disruption, and Jake didn't know where this house was, so he couldn't Apparate us here-"
"Why are you both here?" Harry suddenly asked her.
The door to 4 Privet Drive was heard shutting and Jake walked towards them as they got on the Knight Bus, "We are here because Hermione received a letter."
She pulled it out once they settled in and Jake requested they go back to the Leaky Cauldron for now. Harry quickly read the letter, "Why would he not want you all to contact me? And where is Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place?"
"No idea to either, but I told Hermione she should go after we came to tell you. And seeing how you are being treated at the Dursley's, I'm glad we did," Jake said with a dark undertone to his voice.
"Why are we going to the Leaky Cauldron? I doubt Madam Malkin does Muggle clothes..." Harry said.
"It was just a place to go. It's near the Muggle Shopping District," Jake explained.
"Why would Dumbledore force you to live with them? The way you are treated..." Hermione said. Her voice cracking a bit.
"If it's safety he's worried about, you would be far safer at Merlin's Tower," Jake said.
"That's true," Hermione said, "It's got so many security features and the interior is so magnificent with the-" she stopped when she saw the look on Harry's face, "What?"
"How would you know all of that?" He asked her.
"Oh, J-Jake told me," she tried to play it off.
"I don't believe that," Harry had a grin starting to spread on his face, "Are you staying at the Tower with Jake?"
"N-No... no I-" she felt her cheeks burn, "Okay... I've been staying there since the Second week of summer break..."
"I think the Book collection at the Tower is her favorite part about it," Jake said teasingly, "she's had a book in her hand almost every second of her being there."
"Shut up!" She yelled at him, but he knew there was no hostility to her voice.
Harry looked between them both, but didn't comment as they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. They stepped off the Bus, which sped away when the door closed, "Do you have Muggle Money on you?"
"No... no I don't have any..." Harry said, almost regretfully.
"To Gringotts first," Jake said and the three of them walked into the Pub and on through to Diagon Alley. They went straight to Gringotts and Harry withdrew a couple hundred Pound-Sterling's worth of Galleons and exchanged them once they got back to the Lobby area.
They left Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron soon after and began to shop for proper clothing for Harry, and Jake treated him to some good quality food. Hermione looked at Jake as they ate and she admired him for how much he cared for Harry; it made her love him even more.