Collection Journeys
1. no longer feeling lost
Diagon Alley was a confusing place, but after three days of staying there, Harry was starting to get the hang of it.
It wasn't like previous years, where he'd been there for less than a day and then surrounded by people. Not that he didn't manage to attract attention he didn't particularly want everywhere he went, but this time he was alone.
Alone meant freedom, but it also meant easily getting lost. Like Hogwarts – how much scolding he and Ron gotten for winding up late for classes because they hadn't remembered the directions.
Diagon Alley wasn't quite as confusing, but it came in second place. Nowhere near as neat as muggle London – and Uncle Vernon was always going on about how messy it was. Not even on the scale of Privot Drive – so immaculate that there wasn't a blade of grass out of place.
Except for the owl issue. But that had been…well, the owl issue.
Diagon Alley may as well have been owl droppings when compared to Privet Drive, but Harry loved it. There was some trick he knew, something he didn't quite have just yet. Something more valuable than any map that wouldn't change an inch.
It was getting less confusing though. It didn't take him all morning to go to Gringotts and back this time at least.