A/N: Right, so, I didn't leave an a/n in the previous chapter and I really do apologise for that, I completely forgot. It's literally my very first time writing online and I was rushing a little. Again, I apologise, but mostly for updating really late. This chapter reveals just a little about Harry's dear Aunt Petunia and her not so friendly relationship with Dumbles. Reviews help a ton because if it weren't for one I would have probably forgotten to write an a/n in this chapter too.

Hope you enjoy x

Chapter 2

London

The next morning started off in a highly unusual way. Harry woke up to find everyone seemingly avoiding him. Even Dudley, who was heard moping last night, was awfully quiet. As soon as Harry walked into the kitchen, Dudley practically jumped out of his skin with a loud yelp, waddling his way around Harry out the door. Harry's eyes followed Dudley's round form as he dashed up the stairs as quickly as he could. Only a moment later, Harry realised he wasn't alone in the kitchen and snapped his gaze back where he noticed Aunt Petunia standing stiffly with a plate in one hand.

With one swift motion, the plate was in his hands now and Aunt Petunia was following Dudley's steps out of the kitchen. Harry looked down at the plate to find scrambled eggs and toast laying neatly on top. Unsure of what to do with it, Harry lay it on the table and sat down opposite it. The only thing that came to mind was to eat it and any oppositions were suddenly fading as Harry stared at the mouthwatering breakfast that he'd only seen the Dursleys eat before. He cast a glance at the door, worrying that someone will barge in and take the food away before picking up the fork and hurriedly shoving as much as he can in his mouth.

When he was done, Harry jumped out of his seat and moved towards the sink where he proceeded to wash the empty plate as quietly as he could. Once he was sure the plate was as white as marble, he placed it in the cupboard along with the other plates. Not a minute later, Aunt Petunia was back in the kitchen. "Come boy, we're going to London. Now." Her voice was modest but with clear dominance and Harry found himself nodding nimbly as he followed her out into the hallway. He didn't even notice putting his shoes on as his mind was going a million miles per second trying to come up with a reason for them to go to London, besides to, obviously, drop him off on the streets and leave him there.

He didn't even notice as he sat down in the back of Uncle Vernon's car. He didn't notice when Uncle Vernon trudged up and took a seat at the wheel and Aunt Petunia in the seat beside him. All he noticed was the blurring image of the outside that he watched through the window as they took off to London.

Harry watched with wide eyes as Aunt Petunia took out a long thin stick out of her handbag. After Uncle Vernon dropped them off, making his Aunt promise to be "finished" in less than 2 hours. Now, they were standing in front of a brick wall. Aunt Petunia glared viciously at the stick in her palm for a good few seconds before raising it and tapping a couple of bricks. She paused before sighing as the bricks suddenly started to move, opening up to reveal-

"Diagon Alley." She said in a bitter voice. Harry's mouth was agape. Perhaps he was hallucinating for there were hundreds of people bustling about wearing cloaks of strange colours and pointy hats all the while brandishing long sheets of parchment that seemed to hold a list of strange things. Not letting him have a proper look around, Aunt Petunia sped forward through the crowd making Harry rush after her. Soon enough, the two reached a tall white building with the words 'Gringott's Bank' embedded in gold at the front. Aunt Petunia pushed the doors open and stalked in, with Harry following close behind. On either side of them were little creatures sitting on tall stools counting what seemed like pure gold to but Aunt Petunia ignored them, instead going up to the very front.

"Mr Potter would like to see the his vaults please." She said with a controlled voice. The creature at the desk peered down at her over the huge book he seemed to have been reading.

"And does Mr Potter have his key..?" He asked with a cold grin, showing off his pointed teeth.

Aunt Petunia muttered "Goblins..." before scowling and leaning in to whisper, "Albus Dumbledore has it I believe.."

Harry, despite being busy examining all the strange looking creatures called goblins, had surprisingly heard her and wondered why the name sounded familiar.

Meanwhile, the goblin's grin had turned into a scowl that mirrored Aunt Petunia's. Nodding, he proceeded to the back where they met with another goblin who he said would take them to the Potter Vaults. Griphook, as he insisted they would call him, lead them to a cart that felt way to wobbly to safely ride on. But nevertheless, they rode on it and safely arrived in front of a metal door. Upon opening it, Harry's mouth went agape for the second time that day. Inside his vault, was piles upon piles of gold like coins and other exquisite items around. Rolling her eyes, Aunt Petunia shoved a small pile into a leather-like pouch and proceeded back out. The journey back up to ground level was quick but made Harry sick to the stomach but he kept his face neutral.

Finally, they exited the building back into the bustling Alley. It seemed they had quite a list to buy.