Chapter 2
"Two tubs of vanilla, chocolate and strawberry please."
"That everything?" asked the woman.
"Give us some flakes and fudge sticks, and oh, give us the beans too," said Harry.
"How much of the beans would you like?"
"Four hundred grams please," Harry replied, while not sure how many that would get him, but he knew they were going to be eaten anyway. He loved those things. They may be more boring than Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans but they were definitely better
"Yes sir," she said.
Soon their order was placed onto the counter, including quite a bag of beans which Harry inwardly cheering over.
"Thirteen pounds please," The cashier informed the teen.
After handing over fifteen pounds and telling her to keep the change, Harry and Severus headed back towards the wizarding world, enjoying their ice cream on the way.
"You never did tell me your name by the way," said Severus.
"My name is Harry, Harry Evanson," said Harry. He could think of nothing other than he was an Evan's son.
Severus listened to everything Harry told him about the muggle world. He was in awe over their ingenious, especially making bombs with gunpowder. Wicked was the only word to describe it in Severus' mind.
"So I could get potions ingredients from the muggle world that would work better in potions?" asked Severus.
"Yes," replied Harry.
"I've never thought of that," said Severus.
"How do you think normal people get better if they didn't work their own kind of magic?" asked Harry.
"I don't know," Severus frowned realizing Harry had a point. He was already getting attached to the man. It was not a good thing for Severus; after all, everyone who liked him eventually left him.
"Why did your mum lock you in a cupboard?" asked Severus.
"It was not my mum or even my dad, they both died when I was one. After that, I stayed in the cupboard. It's all I remember," said Harry. It was true; all he remembered of his childhood was darkness, cupboards and spiders.
"Your guardian then?" asked the boy.
"They were afraid of magic and tried to get it out of me," said Harry. Unable to believe he had nearly said beat it out of you. That was something he did not want the kid to know.
"Why were they afraid?" inquired Severus.
"They were squibs," said Harry. That was true; he had found out that, his grandparents had been magical, that Petunia had been the squib in the family. And Vernon, well he was not sure, but it did not bother him much he would have loved to wipe it in the man's face if he had been magical.
"Oh," was all he could utter. Severus was still a little confused; he knew what a squib was, but why would they hurt Harry?
"Don't think on it. It still confuses me," said Harry with a smirk.
"What time is it?" asked Severus in panic.
"Five, why?" asked Harry curiously.
"Oh crap! I need to meet my dad. If I don't, he is going to be so mad!" said Severus.
"Where about?" asked Harry.
"Diagon Alley of course," said Severus.
"Well then come here," said Harry with a sigh.
Severus went over to Harry who had been standing a few feet away. Harry wrapped him up into his arms before apparating both of them to the place they had met.
"Thanks and goodbye," said Severus, running over to where he had just seen his dad. Harry watched sadly as Severus was man handled, knowing how much it hurt when a person who loved you was supposed to care but did not. When he looked again having been lost in thought, Severus was gone, as was his father.
"Better get myself booked into the Leaky Cauldron," he muttered under his breath, heading towards the establishment.
"Can I help you? My name's Tom. I'm the owner of the inn," was asked as soon as he stepped in.
"Yes, I would like a room, meals and all, for I do not know how long I'm afraid, just book me in for two weeks for now," said Harry.
"Very well sir that will be four galleons and sixty sickles," said Tom.
Harry handed over five galleons and took the key before going up. Shaking his head when the man tried to give him his change. He did not want crap littering his money pouch. However, he knew he would have to watch what he was doing, in case he was here for a long time. Not that he really needed to, because he had enough money to last him a lifetime.
Sleep was the last thing on his mind, he was thinking about Severus again. Could he really help the boy? Did he want to? Yes he did. Could he? Yes he could. With a sigh, he wondered what he could do to help the young man fit in at Hogwarts. First, he needed some Slytherin planning and cunning. He needed to get Severus away from his father and get him new stuff. Question was how would he do it?
He planned and plotted all night while eating his dinner. Thinking of Severus getting nothing made him feel less willing to eat, but never mind, he had a house to buy and everything. 'Well,' he thought, 'doesn't look like I will be here for the next two weeks after all, not that it matters.'
Sliding into sleep some time later he woke up what seemed like minutes later, but it was really five hours. Rolling over, he got up. Time to put his plan into motion.
He put on his new clothes, which were still in their wrappers. He quickly ate his breakfast and was out into the wizarding world within minutes. His first stop was Gringotts, knowing that it was the best place to get a lawyer; he would need one if he were getting a house.