Harry work up, and glanced at the ceiling. A smile slipped onto his face. He firmly considered any morning that he did not wake up at the Dursley's was a good morning. And waking up in the Leaky Cauldron after causing Aunt Marge to expand and float away was an even better thing than the normal not waking up at the Dursley's.

Still, he had things to do, and a shopping district to explore. He knew that he would be finishing up his History of Magic essay later that afternoon at the ice cream shop, but wanted to look around at some of the other stores first.

A short while later, he was walking out the back door and into the alley itself. Crowds of early shoppers pushed around him, as the sights and sounds of Diagon Alley washed over him. He grinned and began walking, glancing at the various store fronts as he did so.

A few feet past Ollivander's the Alley shifted to the left and he turned down that way. Ahead, he could see a small little park area, but off to the right was an odd store front that he had not visited before. Of course that was true for a lot of the stores in the alley.

Shrugging, he entered the shop. A small jingle rang out as the door swung open, and he stepped into the building. It was darker inside, and he had to blink a few times to allow for his eyes to adjust from the morning sun.

He inhaled, and could smell dust and old books.

Finally, his eyes had adjusted and he glanced around, seeing shelves of older books to one side, and racks of other things off to the back of the store. Near the front was a counter with biscuits and scones displayed.

"Hermione would love this place," he muttered to himself as he walked deeper into the store.

The first section was one on transfiguration. He frowned, not really interested in school books at the moment, and went deeper into the store. After another few minutes of searching, he found what he would consider the fiction section.

He could not help but smile as he recognized a number of the titles as being muggle books. There were three whole shelves detailing the adventures of Merlin, and another two shelves on someone named Gyfarwydd. Then a third case filled with books detailing the adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle.

He turned a corner, and something at the bottom of the case, on the lowest shelf caught his eye. He bent down, and stared hard at the offending book. An uneasiness twisted in his chest. Confusion and concern ate at him.

Hesitantly he reached out and rubbed the gilded letters slightly, hoping that the letters would change.

When nothing happened, he pulled the first book off the shelf, and stared at the title. He blinked.

Then blinked again.

Finally, he pinched himself.

No matter what he did, the name of the book stubbornly stayed the same: Tommy Riddle and the Stone of Giramphiel.

He blew out a strong breath, and cracked open the book. Slowly, he read the story of a young half-blood wizard that was being raised in a muggle orphanage, and is introduced to the Wizarding World by the strange teacher, and gets to go to Hogwarts. The story continues, as he finds out that the Headmaster had hidden the ancient Stone of Giramphiel, which apparently was a magic stone that granted strength, bravery and charm to its holder, inside the third floor of the castle in an effort to keep it from the hands of the evil wizard, Grindelwald. The story continued, as Tommy discovered the secrets over the course of the year, culminating in a climatic battle, in which the stone was destroyed, and Grindelwald being banished from the castle.

Harry closed the book and stared at it. He closed his eyes, and gave his head a sharp shake.

Opening, them, he glanced at the next title in the apparent series. Tommy Riddle and the Hidden Spider.

Then the third. Tommy Riddle and the Prisoner of Nuremburg. He flipped through the last few pages, and noted that the prisoner referenced in the title was Tommy Riddle's maternal uncle, who had been imprisoned for muggle-baiting.

Finally, Harry grabbed the last book off the shelf. The title was haunting. Tommy Riddle and the Four Treasures of the Tuatha Dé Danann.

He glanced through the book, at how Tommy and his group of friends had to gather artifacts from a war-ravaged Germany in order to save the world from Grindelwald's depredations. The book ended with Tommy sacrificing himself in a German bunker in order to make Grindelwald mortal once again.

Harry frowned at the book, and then grabbed one of each.

There was something off about all of these. Worse, was the way that his life seemed to shadow them. A quick glance at the copyright page indicated that this series had been published by a company called Avarshina Publishing.

As he headed towards the front of the store, anther book caught his eye. Harry Potter and the Dragon of Dinkerway.

He frowned. Those books were a nuisance in his opinion. Then a horrifying thought occurred to him. He grabbed the book, and flipped it open. There on the copyright page, was another damning name: Avarshina Publishing.

Slowly, he replaced that book, and then glanced around the shop. For a moment, he wondered if he should really get these books. Then decided that there were too many parallels with his life to not do so. He had to read them. He had to know.

He also had to find out who owned this Avarshina Publishing.

Why were they profiting off his name. And why had they published what appeared to be a version of his first year adventures being performed by the killer of his parents.

Making up his mind, he carried the books to the front.

He had too many questions, and the only person he trusted at the moment to help him answer them was Hermione.