Chapter 1 THE ESCAPE FROM THE DURSLEY'S

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As sixteen-year-old Harry Potter lay on the bare mattress the Dursley's called his bed, he stared at the dull ceiling thinking of a way to get to Diagon Alley to get a new wand (the Dursley's burnt all his belongings the moment he returned to #4 Privet Drive) and some spell books to prepare himself for the inevitable war against Voldemort.

Which would ultimately end when he himself defeated the Dark Lord, or, Harry thought sadly, the other way around.

It was 11:00 PM and Harry made the decision to leave the Dursley's forever the next morning.

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Harry was awoken by a sharp knock on the door to his cupboard by his Aunt Petunia (his Uncle Vernon had kicked him out of the second bedroom "You take up too much space! And Dudley needs more room for his things!" he told him).

"Get up Boy! And make us some breakfast!"

"Yes Aunt Petunia" Harry replied dully.

Harry groaned inwardly when he walked into the kitchen and saw Dudley sitting by the kitchen table, surrounded by large wrapped gifts, he had forgotten about Dudley's birthday as he was too busy planning his escape from the house.

He walked over to the stove and started cooking some eggs and bacon as Dudley started opening his presents, Harry noticed that a few of his presents would never be used, such as a full set Encyclopaedia Britannica and another bike (the other one was bent badly because of Dudley's first attempt to ride it).

As he handed out the Dursley's breakfast he eyed the bike thinking to himself it would be a perfect form of transport to get to Diagon Alley.

When the Dursley's had finished, Harry retrieved the dishes and started washing them slowly, hoping that the Dursley's would leave so he could get the bike and get on his way to the Wizarding World.

He knew the trek to London wouldn't be easy but he knew the way there by heart from poring over the map and memorizing the way to the Leaky Cauldron.

Soon enough his wish was granted as he grabbed the bike and slowly went to the front door and picked up his robes from behind a bush in a garden and before he knew it he was on his way to Diagon Alley.

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After 4½ hours of riding he finally reached his destination, the run down looking pub called the Leaky Cauldron.

At first when he entered he thought it was deserted, but then he the toothless barkeeper Tom give him a small wave, Harry waved back and walked out the back and soon realised he didn't have his wand (as it was burned) and couldn't get into Diagon Alley.

He went back into the pub and rushed over to Tom, "Hi Tom, can I borrow your wand for a second? I can't get into the Alley, I.. uh.. left mine at home."

"Okay Harry, I'll open it up for you", Tom Replied.

Harry watched as Tom opened up the wall connecting muggle London to the wizarding London.

"Thanks a ton! See you later". Harry shouted to Tom as he rushed straight to Ollivander's to buy a new wand, he felt rather defenceless without one.

As he entered the shop he could almost feel the concentration of magical power due to the collection of wands, "Mister Ollivander! I need a new wand, my old one was uh.. broken" he said as Ollivander came up to the desk.

"I thought I'd be seeing you here soon enough. So, Mister Potter, have a try of these newly made wands", Ollivander said as he brought out what looked like a magically expanded wheelbarrow full of long thin boxes.

Soon enough Harry had gone through all the new wands (just like last time) when Ollivander said, "My my, you are very interesting Mister Potter. I have one last wand, it is a one of a kind, and has been here almost since my shop started. It is right out the back. One moment." Harry stood there quietly watching as Ollivander brought out a very dusty box.

"Give it a shot, Mister Potter." He said as he handed Harry the wand, as soon as he touched it his hand felt warm and red and gold spark started firing out of the end of the wand, although there were more sparks this time than when he first got his other wand.

"This is an interesting wand Mister Potter, for it is made from a very strong wood from the Baobab Tree, which is almost impossible to destroy. But that is not all, the core of this wand is even more unusual, it is made from all three cores usually found in wands. This wand has unicorn hair, dragon heartstring and a feather from a phoenix."

Harry just stood amazed, from what he had heard no one had ever made a wand with all three cores before, "Wow.. I didn't even know that it was possible to do that!".

"Well Mister Potter, you have a very interesting destiny, this wand was originally made for Merlin himself, but as you know the wand chooses the wizard and I have a feeling this one has been waiting just for you. These are dark times, use this wand wisely and do not follow the same road Riddle did. Goodbye Mister Potter, and do not worry about paying me, think of it as a gift to replace your old one."

Harry left the shop feeling very thoughtful about what Ollivander had said, as he walked to Gringotts (the wizards bank) to get some money.

With his pockets full of galleons he made his way to Flourish and Blotts to get some spell books, as he walked in he saw the assistant and asked if he had any new books.

"Come right this way Mister Potter, we have a new set of books with spells from South America." Harry walked along behind him and when he reached the shelves he gasped, because there was rows and rows of books on spells Harry had never seen before.

"What books do you think would be best for me?" Harry asked the assistant.

The assistant quickly picked up about five books and took them to the desk, "These are the South American equivalent spell books for a Hogwarts sixth year."

Harry gave him a few galleons and quickly thanked him before going back to the Leaky Cauldron and asking Tom for a room for 3 weeks until the school term started.

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