Author: Made a few changes to the story. Harry Potter and the Harry Potter characters are not mine nor is the storyline, they belong to J.K. Rowling. I only own my ideas.
Chapter 2: The Silent Boy and His Friend
The young raven haired boy, as he read over the list of things he'll need, walked beside a large male. Sighing, Harry tugged on Hagrid's coat sleeve and waved the letter in the air frustrated. Hagrid, who quickly grew to understand the boy's strange ways of communicating, smiled.
"You can find everything... if you know where to go." he said cryptically.
Huffing at the half-giant's answer, Harry followed Hagrid as they entered into what looked like a normal pub. Inside it was dimly lit and crowded. The young boy shrunk back into his large friend once they entered.
"Ah Hagrid! The usual I presume!" the Bartender shouted over the noise.
"Not today, Tom, on official Hogwarts business." Hagrid said putting a comforting hand on Harry, "Taking young Harry, here, to buy his school supplies."
"Bless my soul... it's Harry Potter." Tom said bewildered.
Everything was quiet as everyone in the pub looked at the boy and he pressed farther into Hagrid, who gently squeezed his small shoulder in reassurance. Inhaling, Harry walked a little away from his safe place and shook hands with those who came up to greet him. He smiles politely and bowed his head in greeting. Then a man with a purple turban stepped timidly towards Harry.
"Oh, Professor Quirrell! I didn't see you there." Hagrid stated as he stood behind Harry in an almost protective manner, "Harry, this is your teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Harry's emerald eyes widened in understanding, he smiled and held out his hand shyly. Quirrell stared at it fearfully as he held his hands tightly to his chest.
"Fearful subject... n-not that y-you n-need it, e-eh, P-potter?" the professor stuttered.
The boy, though smiling, held a confused look in his eyes. Looking at the time, Hagrid ushered Harry to the back exit excusing himself and the boy from the pub. Walking outside, Hagrid tells Harry that he's famous. Watching as his large friend tapped the umbrella on the brink wall, Harry grunted.
"Well... I'm not sure I'm the one who should tell you that, Harry." Hagrid said apologetically.
Harry huffed and nodded stiffly. Chuckling at the young child, Hagrid continued to hit his umbrella on the wall. Soon the brinks started to shift and a door way appeared, leaving Harry to stare at it in wonder and amazement.
"Welcome to Daigon Alley!" the half-giant said happily.
The two walked through the arched door way, succeeding in entering the wizarding world. Harry was too busy looking around the place, only barely listening to Hagrid telling him what and where to get things. Finally coming back from daydream, Harry tugged on Hagrid's sleeve and pulled out the inside of his pocket with a worried expression once the man looked at him.
"There's you money, Harry." Hagrid said pointing to a large building, "In Gringotts, safest place... next to Hogwarts of course."
Nodding in acknowledgement, they walk into the wizard bank. Inside there were these strange looking creatures, short and scary. Harry grabbed on to Hagrid's sleeve once more and pulled himself closer to his protector. The man glances down at the boy and smiled faintly.
"Those are goblins, Harry, best to stay close." he whispered, "Clever, but nasty, creatures goblins are."
Pressing himself even closer to Hagrid, Harry gazed around until they came to a stop in front of a higher desk where Hagrid spoke to an elderly looking goblin. He stated his and Harry's business, and the goblin rose from his seat.
"And... does Mr. Harry Potter have his key?" it asked looking over at the boy.
"Oh! Wait." Hagrid said as he searched his coat, "Ah! Here it is the little devil!"
Presenting the key to the goblin, he pulls out a letter claim it came from Headmaster Dumbledore. The goblin stayed silent for a while before acknowledging what the half-giant had said. Harry and his friend rode on a mine cart with another goblin until they arrived to Vault 687 which the Potter Family Safe. Opening the door, it is revealed to have millions of gold coins. After the amount needed for school and a little pocket money, Harry and the other two head off to the other vault that held something important.
"Vault 713." the goblin announced.
Harry poked Hagrid's arm and pointed to the vault as he tilted his head, making his bangs hide the lightning bolt scar.
"Can't tell you, Harry," he replied apologetically, "Strictly Hogwarts business..."
Nodding in understanding, the three got out of the mine cart and proceeded to walk towards the volt.
"Stand back." the goblin politely ordered.
With no key, it opened the vault and inside was a small package which Hagrid stepped inside to grab. Tucking it safely inside his coat, Hagrid turned to Harry.
"Best to keep this between us, eh Harry?" he said questioningly.
Harry nodded firmly with a smile, and they leave the wizard bank after thanking the goblin. Walking around Harry points to the first thing he needs; books and quills. Hagrid quickly maneuvers Harry through the crowd and gets to the store that has books and quills. Harry laughs as Hagrid carries him on his broad shoulders so that the boy could get the quill that he liked.
"You should get the stuff that you like, Harry." Hagrid said to him gently once he placed him back on his feet, safely on the floor.
Smiling in thanks, Harry points to the next thing he'll need; school clothes.
"Wouldn't happen to know what size you are, would you?" his friend asked.
Harry shook his head, and pulled on the over sized shirt he was wear then the belt that was holding the big pants up. Hagrid frowned.
"Alright then, we'll just get them tailor at the store!" he said merrily.
Smiling, the boy paid for the quills and books. Attempting to carry them, and failing due to the heavy weight, Hagrid smiled as he reached for the books.
"Here, Harry," he chuckled, "Carry the quills and ink, I'll carry the books."
Harry scratched the back of his head with a thankful smile. They walked through the crowd as Hagrid, being the taller of the two, looked for the clothes store. Finally finding it, he ushers Harry inside. It took them a while to find a decent size for the raven haired boy, seeing as he was so small. The shop owner tailored it to the best fit though the school rob was still a size too be for Harry, the outfit match the petite boy nicely. Thanking the tailor, they moved on to the next and finally necessarily on the list; a wand.
"You'll want Ollivander's, finest wands!" Hagrid exclaims as he carries his young friend's books and clothes, "Why don't you go in? I have one last thing to do."
Nodding Harry walks into the store nervously as he sets his supplies down. Going to the front desk, he sees no form of bell or other noise maker to alert the store owner to him being there. Sighing, the boy looks around.
Empty? Harry thinks
"Ah," a stranger says as he rolls over on a ladder, "I wondered when I'd be seeing you, Mr. Potter."
Staring at the old man climb down the ladder steps and talk about his parents, which Harry eagerly listened to. Walking back to the waiting boy Ollivander handed him a wand.
"Well, give it a wave!" he said enthusiastically.
So Harry did, and a rose vase shattered to bits.
"Nope! Nope, apparently not…" the man said turning to retrieve another.
Harry gently placed the wand down. They tried again and again, but no wand seemed to be a match for the young Potter. Ollivander traveled to the far back of his shop where he picked out a very old box with dust caked on to it.
"I wonder…?" he said curiously.
Presenting the interesting wand, with red engravings of phoenix feathers, to the boy who barely touched it and a light shone down on him. Harry Potter had found a wand.
"Curious… very curious." Ollivander exclaimed cryptically.
Harry looked at him questioningly and the elderly man, with fading eye sight, gladly provided an answer.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter." Mr. Ollivander explained, "It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wand gave another feather... just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar."
a-and who owned that wand? Harry thought wide-eyed.
"We do not speak his name! The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why." He replied cryptically.
Harry appeared to want to know more and Mr. Ollivander was glad to supply as much information to the boy as he possibly could.
"But I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all," he said, "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible! Yes. But great."
Just as he finished speaking, there was a tapping at the shop window and a call for Harry. Turning from the elder man, Harry spied Hagrid outside holding a birdcage with the most beautiful white owl he had seen in his life. Smiling happily, the young wizard paid Ollivander and all but skipped outside to meet his new friend.
"Well, go on, give her a name!" Hagrid said joyfully.
"Hedwig…" he mouths smiling sweetly as he stroked underneath her chin.
Finally done with all the shopping, the now party of three headed for a quiet place to eat where Harry found out more about his fame and the own responsible for his scar.
"He's name is V..." Hagrid started and the boy stared at him encouragingly, "Alright... he's name is Voldemort."
Putting his wide hand over the usually mute child, Hagrid continued to speak.
"Don't say his name. It was dark times, Harry." he said quietly, "Voldemort started to gather some followers, brought them over to the dark side. Anyone who stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him, but nobody lived once he decided to kill them. Nobody... not one... except you."
Harry points to himself in disbelief.
"Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead." Hagrid replied between bits of his soup, "A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse, and an evil curse."
After their lunch the trio headed for the train station. Buying Harry's ticket, Hagrid and he walked towards the platforms when the half giant looked at his pocket watch.
"Blimey! Is that the time!?" Hagrid exclaimed alarmed, "I'm sorry Harry, but I'll have to be going! Dumbledore will want to be seeing-"
He cut off slightly as he patted his chest where he had placed the package that was in Vault 713.
"Well, he'll be wanting to see me." He finished handing Harry his ticket, "Make sure to get on your train."
Staring at the ticket that read platform nine and three quarters, the boy looked at it strangely and turned to see Hagrid but only to find that the latter had suddenly disappeared. For a giant he sure moves quickly.
Sighing, the young boy pushed his cart carrying his supplies to the platforms. Staring intently at the ticket he had been handed, Harry looked between platforms nine and ten. He hadn't dared to ask anyone for help, for what happened if it were a muggle he asked? He stood there for a while until a group of redheads came to stand next to him, the mother directing who to go.
"Alright Percy, you first." she said and off went a tall boy.
Harry stared in slack jawed awe as the boy, who was named Percy, ran right through the wall between nine and ten.
"You're next, Fred." she said pointing to two boys who looked exactly the same; twins.
"He's not Fred, I am!" exclaimed the boy on the far left of where Harry stood.
"Honestly, woman, and you call yourself our mother…" the other said dramatically with a sigh.
"Oh!" the woman said, "Sorry George!"
"I'm only joking, I am Fred!" he said chuckling.
He ran through the wall, quickly followed by George or at the least the one Harry thought to be George. Soon the woman sent the last one through.
"Alright, Ron, you're next… you are Ronald right?" she asked jokingly.
"Hardy har, har… bye mum." The boy said and passed through the wall.
Walking up to where the boy had stood not a moment ago, Harry breathed in deeply. Before he could try, the woman called out to him.
"Dear, are you having troubling getting through?" she asked politely.
Harry nodded sheepishly, blushing as the young girl that was with the woman smiled brightly at him.
"First time too, huh? All you have to do is walk right up between nine and ten." she said kindly, "Best to go at a run."
Harry nodded determinedly.
"Good luck." The young girl said cheerfully.
He sent her a shy smile and ran towards the solid brick wall and when he opened his eyes, Harry saw a different world. A normal looking train, but with platform nine and three quarters painted neatly on the front.