Harry juggled the books he held with both arms, careful not to let any slip and fall. He shouldn't have waited until last minute to purchase them, but then again, there were a lot of things he probably shouldn't be doing. Like going to Snape for lessons so he could sit through his NEWTS.
The world was going to end.
He just knew it. Shrinking them all the moment he left the shop, Harry crammed them into his bag along with a few quills, a pot of blue ink and one of black, and a whole mess of scrap parchment.
The small slip that had the books listed on it had also come with the address to what Harry assumed was Snape's house and he raised his wand, signaling the Knight Bus. The trip was every bit as hazardous as his first was, and he wished he could have thought of a better way of getting to Snape's place.
A few bruises and bumped elbows later, Harry staggered out of the bus and onto a deserted street.