Chapter 2

Harry walked fast in stride away from Privet Drive. He could almost imagine the firetrucks coming to the burning house.

They deserved that, he thought, that and more. This was true but for some reason he felt guilty.

With a slightly irritating conscious Harry walked away from the neighborhood which he grew to despise for their normalness. He remembered a library nearby and deiced to go their for a pit stop to gather his thoughts.

The 'Lily Light' library was small like a red house. A had only a few selves of books to read from. There were tough very little people so it would really help Harry to hide in a corner away from preying eyes.

Harry sat farthest away from the door with his bag between his legs. He checked what he packed inside to see what he could do, and what he has.

He had:

1. 3 of Dudley's old big shirts.

2. 2 of Dudley's slacks.

3. 4 water bottles.

4. 2 pieces of pie.

5. 3 apples.

6. 130 pounds in cash and a few cards.

7. A few Toys.

8. A blanket.

9. 2 boxers.

Harry knew it was near impossible for him to survive for a week or at least till 1st September.

But first things first he took out the second part of the letter and read it.

The Standard Book of Spells... blah blah blah,1 wand, 1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2...) again know this.

And just then at the last of the letter was Harry's salvation,

TO MUGGLE BORNS PLEASE NOTE THAT TO PURCHASE THE ABOVE ITEMS ONE HAS TO GO TO DIAGON ALLEY LOCATED AT THE LEAKEY CAULDRON.

Diagon alley? Where is that, thought Harry. The world was a big place and know Harry had to find one alley way in the entire city?

Harry started pancaking, the city was so big and he has never been there how? How was he supposed to do this?

Running from the Dursleys was a treble decision. But it was so right!

OK, ok calm down, thought Harry, I'm in a library and there are books and maps here right? Right. So all i have to do is look it up.

And with that logic as his reason Harry started looking through the selves.

The librarian there was no help as he didn't know what he was doing and was just there as a bench warmer.

So after a few hours Harry was done looking through all the book he could find it was so tiring and completely fruitless.

He looked through a total of 9 books about London and each and every one was a bust.

But just then somebody else walked into the library. They looked strangely dressed and a little funny, with what looked robes and what was that in their hands, thought Harry. Out of one of the people's arm came a stick and it pointed at the librarian making him fall down.

Wizards! realized Harry.

He now took a interest in them and what they wore. One was a tall African man with blue robes with tribal markings on the borders. The second was a woman with a green cloak, and black gloves.

They were looking for something by the way they looked around the place. No, realized Harry, they were looking for me!

Harry grabbed his bag and ran to the janitor's closet. It was the closest thing to him and Harry was quite honestly desperate. Inside his mind went through thoughts like what could want to things like how to escape.

There was the main door but the wizards would see him coming. Then there was just staying in here, but would they check here?

While Harry was thinking he over header the people talking to themselves.

"Kingsley, do you really think he is here?", said the green cloaked woman.

"Yes Nembra I do, this the most likely place he would go to after all he is just all he is just a child", said the Afr-Kingsley.

"Yes well fine..."

Harry saw trough the key hole as the two now named figures looked threw his table and at the books he took out, Harry kept wondering why they were there? and then he saw it, his letter!

It was on the table he didn't take it!

Harry hit himself for forgetting the only thing connecting him to his world, the wizarding world. And just as he thought of the letter he saw Nembra finding it and reading.

Nembra said, "Kingsley come here, check this out, it seems our little wizard is is a firstly and a muggleborn." Kingsley toke the letter and read it for himself.

"Well this makes things easier", said Kingsley before looking up. He walked up to the table and pulled back a chair, he stood on it before his booming voice came on,"Listen we know you didn't mean to attack you're family and we understand things are confusing so come out we can help you!"

Should I, thought Harry these people looked like law officials to him so may be they knew what to do. Harry gathered his courage and turned the knob.

He came out of the closet a the two people looked at him, one with a kind smile and the other with shock.

Kingsley Shacklebolt has been on the Auror office for a long time, some times during the times of peace the Aurors get sent along side other branches to help them with cases. He has seen a lot of cases some of them big some small. But this one one was a strange one, Nembra came in later that day with a case that involved a use of magic to cause a house fire. There wasn't much information on the person as they weren't, for some reason, registered.

So with that in mind Kingsley expected a scared child with no idea what was going on who ran from home. If that was the case it was Nembra's job to calm the kid down, and if not and it turned out to be a dark wizard who attacked a new muggleborn's house then it would be his job to get the wizard or witch and make sure he or she was calm, if you know what I mean.

But what he saw was not what he expected, sure it was a child but not one who looked like he was crying.

His hair was messy and was long. He had a baggy t shirt and jeans. But the thing that stuck out to Kingsley was his eyes and face. They shined and he had a look. That look was the kind which made people do things like climb Mt. Everest.

"Hello," said Nembra.

"Hello," said the boy.

"Now that that's out of the way want to sit down and have a talk?" Nembra said gesturing to a chair, she took the oppesite side.

The boy looked at he chair before walking slowly to it, he looked nervous.

"My name's Nembra, whats you'res?"

"I'm Harry, Harry potter."

Those four words shocked Kingsley and Nembra. This boy was Harry? The Harry?! He was so thin and probably malnourished he looked like a wind could push him over.

"A-are you really?", stammered Kingsley.

"Yes, why, am I in trouble?"

"No, no you are not," said Nembra having recovered quicker then Kingsley. She then went on to give a big speech.

"Look i understand you may be confused but their is no need to worry. You don't have to worry you are not in any trouble, we know what you did was an accident. You see yes, you are a wizard. That letter you got was no joke, it was the truth, you see,..."

She went on about how the wizarding world existed behind the muggle world, how their world worked. His face brightened up and the boy listened to every word about the ministry of magic, the magical creatures, Hogwarts, the wizarding ways to travel, the four house's, even the trick to get onto the train on platform 9 3/4. Harry had many questions like were Diagon alley was and even where he should go to get some cash. He asked everything he wanted and Nembra being the patient witch she is answered all of them.

Time flew for the trio as the sun began to set and the moon to rise.

"Alright i think that's all," said Harry as he sunk into his chair he was so exhausted, Nembra looked tiered as well having to have talked for 2 hours straight.

The day was getting over so Kingsley decided it was time to get down to buisness.

"Harry," began Kingsley, "can I call you Harry?"

"Of course Mr. Kingsley."

"Harry, you see we are from the ministry and we came to find you see, it's about the Dursley's. You see after you left the house was on fire and burned half of the house down." Kingsley noticed at the mention of the Dursley's Harry's face went sour and all the happiness in his face turned hard. His eyes hardened and the light in his eyes vanished, this was obviously a touchy subject. "Can you please tell us what happened?"

Harry looked at the witch and wizard sitting across from him. They came here to find out what happened and from what Harry could tell they were genuinely worried for him.

"This morning i got my letter from Hogwarts," Harry started, "It was the happiest moment of my life. I asked the Dursleys what this ment they told me that my mother was a witch... the insulted her, they called her a freak. I couldn't stand the house anymore so I left. I think when I slammed the door my magic might have set it on fire but i'm not sure i didn't look back."

Kingsley decided that Harry was a scared boy and wouldn't have the heart to light a fire so he didn't question the story. Nembra also felt sorry for the boy and didn't think to question the story, Harry was in the clear.

"Harry by the way you talk about the Dursley's I assume they know about magic?" asked Nembra.

"Yes they do aunt Petunia knew about my mom's magic and she told Vernon."

"And if they know that, and considering that you burned down their house I don't really think it would be safe for you to live there. If you want Harry the ministry can put you up in a local hotel till you're school year starts. What do you say?"

For Harry it was a no brainier, on one side it was live with Dursley's and be in constant fear with one eye open, or stay in a part of the magical community. Duh!

"Of course, I would love that ,I mean who wouldn't?"

"Great Harry get you're stuff ready, we'll take you there." said Kingsley as he stood up heading towards the still sleeping attendant.

Nembra gave Harry the second part of his letter back as he packed them and the rest of his stuff inside his backpack and left the 'Lily Light' library.

"So how are we going there? Brooms? Or Appa-appa-"

"It's called Apperation Harry." said Nembra reminding him, "And, no we are not we are taking the bus."

"The bus? but that would take forever!"

Nembra just smiled as Kingsley raised his wand haling the Knight Bus.

Then out of no where came a purple blur that raced across the street. It stoped right in front of them as a thin young man stepped out. He took out a not a note and started reading.

"Greetings stranded witch or wizard-"

"Spear us the offical stuff boy we have heared it all before." said Kingsley.

"Right then," the conductor continued without missing a pace, "the name's Stan, the Knight Bus has beds, curtained windows, candles burning in brackets beside each bed, and thirteen Sickels buys a cup of hot chocolate, while fifteen gets a hotwater bottle and a toothbrush in any colour."

Kingsley handed Stan the money while Harry and Nembra got on. They took a seat on one of the beds, Kingsley later joined them.

"So this is another way wizards travel?" asked a curious Harry.

"Yup this is called the Knight Bus it helps out wizards and witches who are stranded, you have to hail them with you're wand hand or with a raised wand, ether works."

"I see" Stan came up and gave Harry some hot chocolate.

The trip was surprisingly short as they arrived just as Harry was finishing his hot chocolate. The left the Knight Bus, Harry waving Stan bye, which blurred away. Harry noticed that they were in the heart of London, there were near a pub with a black sign on top. Harry looked at it and suddenly the sign changed it 'The Leaky Cauldron'. This was it, the unofficial gate to the wizarding world.

They entered the pub, it was old dirty and deserted, not what one would expect from someplace as important as this.

Harry looked around, as Kingsley and Nembra went to the barkeep.

"Hello Tom," said Kingsley to the barkeep.

"Hello Kingsley the regular?" replied Tom.

"No Tom I'm here in official Ministry business, This here is Nembra of the Magical Accidents and Catastrophes Department we got a very interesting case today. There was this child who ran from his family after he burned his relatives house down."

Tom gave a loud wistle as Kingsley continued.

"So now the kid can't go back because of the fire and has no where else to go. So the Magical Accidents and Catastrophes Department is going to put him up here till he gets to Hogwarts."

"Say no more Kingsley I'll draw up the paper work," said Tom as he left to do just that.

Nembra turned to Harry "Harry stay here for tonight if you need anything just call Tom, he's the owner and barkeep of this place."

"Don't worry Harry I promise to come visit you tomorrow, I'll help answer anymore questions you have because I know you will have some," said Kingsley.

"Right then," said Tom as he came back with a couple of sheets of paper, "Just sign here lad." Harry took the paper's reading them once over and signed them."H-Harry Potter?!" asked Tom as he read Harry's signature. Harry didn't know what to do so he just nodded to the bartenders surprise and happiness. "Oh my word H-Harry potter in my pub! This is extraordinary!"

"Alright Tom no need to keep the boy up any longer then need be," said Kingsley as Tom quickly nodded his head in agreement going to fetch Harry's room keys.

Kingsley and Nembra soon left via floo after a cup of tea, on the house, which left Harry and Tom alone.

"Come with me if you will Mr. Potter," said Tom as he climbed a set of stairs leading for the second floor of the pub.

Harry's room was the one two doors down to the right. Tom opened it and showed it off to Harry. It had a comfortable looking bed with a nightstand and a writing desk and a lamp. There was even a wardrobe to put clothes in.

"I Hope everything is to you're liking Mr. Potter. The shared Bathroom is down the hall to you're right."

"It is Mr. Tom and please call me Harry, Mr. Potter sounds so wired." Harry replied giving Tom a grin.

"Then please call me Tom Harry." Tom then gave Harry a very bright smile.

Harry then set his bag on the bed and turned around taking it all in, he was here finally the Leaky Cauldron.

"Alright then Mr. Potter I'll leave you if you need anything there will always someone down at the bar don't hesitate to ask for anything." Tom then quickly left Harry to his room.

Harry then smiled, he did it, this was his first step, his first step to walking his own path in life.

He went to the window looking down at London. He just stared at the sky until the clouds parted and he could see the full moon. It was going to be a beautiful night tonight, he thought.

He walked back to his bag and took out clothes to change into. He then sank into the bed with thoughts in his head about the wizarding world. The information was being processed by him as the night went on.

Was this all a dream? He kept asking himself, wondering weather he would wake up and find he was still in the closet under the stairs again.

No! I am not there that part of my life is over! I will not be treated like that again! Harry looked at his hands, they were the things he would need, with these hands he will become strong, strong enough to make sure people like the Dursley never treat anyone bad ever again.

He looked at his right hand, he then clicked his fingers and the friction of his fingers ingnited the fire which was now dancing on the palm of his hand.

Ya another chapter bites the dust! next one Harry goes shopping! wand suggestions anyone? Oh and also you guys want Harry to pick up something special? like a truck or a pet snack? oh I know how about a flying potato!

Any way I have no right to Harry potter or Avatar blah blah blah. The idea for this story is mine.

See you guy's soon!