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I hope this next chapter lives up to your expectations.

In response to my first review- Thank you firstly, I understand what you mean with the perspectives and I have update it to try and get rid of any confusion as I do tend to make mistakes with tenses, sorry. I have rechecked them and tried to put the correct tense in places. The first bit was meant to be third person and the rest from Harry`s perspective in first perspective, I hope it makes a bit more sense I will just stick to Harry`s perspective.

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So,where to next Diagon Alley,

Where we will see how cunning Harry Potter truly is?

So that`s how I then found myself following this giant of man, called Hagrid who really made me feel a dwarf and a small one at that. Sure, he seemed nice but wasn`t that what people did, they tricked you and Hagrid is much stronger than Vernon, much stronger I would not like to be under his wrath. Anyway, adults were not meant to be trusted although to be fair people in general are not meant to be trusted. I can`t forget Dudley`s gang they always enjoyed a bit of Harry Hunting so that then determines people even my age were not meant to be trusted.

"Harry ,here we are the Leaky Cauldron" said Hagrid his eyes looking at my face expectantly. We were currently in front of a pub which you could describe as grubby, well I would describe it as grubby. Is Hagrid okay I mean I hardly doubt the portal to a `Wizarding World` is through a pub and if that is then correct they are just setting us up to become alcoholics, right?

"C`mon Harry" Hagrid grumbled as he pushed open the blank ash grey door my small frame sliding through easily with room to spare as Hagrid ducked. I certainly don`t know what I was expecting but I prefer it outside, inside it was dark and suffocating with people I`ve never met. Hagrid and the barman Tom I think he was called, started conversing and then suddenly their attention was fixated on me.

"No I-it couldn't be, Harry Potter" He spoke his voice rough ,as everyone in the pub abruptly stopped and turned around as if my name was important. There were people shaking my hand telling me what great things I have achieved. They must be wildly mistaken I haven`t achieved anything they must be looking for someone else a clone. Or maybe just someone with my name. Yes, that seems plausible they can`t be looking for a freak. Honestly there were more people surrounding me than I have ever met. Then thankfully it stopped, as Hagrid tugged my arm gently leading me to some back garden and then started tapping the walk mumbling something incoherently to himself. I really don`t think this is how you open a portal, right. Which once more got me re -thinking Hagrid`s sanity. Although seems I was wrong as a small hole began to grow and then suddenly it became an arch and beyond that was a kaleidoscope of cobbled lanes and long looming buildings clamped together.

"So where are we going first Hagrid, I-I don`t have a-any money" I stuttered timidly, realisation hitting me , how could I even go to this school without even buying the supplies.I shouldn't have gone, dreams are meant to stay dreams.

Hagrid chuckled almightily throwing his head back rambunctiously as if he was sharing a private joke with himself as I had no idea what was humorous.

"You can`t believe that Harry, Lily and James wouldn't have left their kid with nothing, that`s what Gringotts is for" Hagrid bellowed. I looked up at him in surprise, nothing seemed to add up my parent`s didn't care about me, right? They died in car crash whilst drinking which of course should have finished me off and then I never would have met the Dursley`s. Second what`s this `Harry Potter`famous business, freaks aren`t meant to be praised.

"Erm, Hagrid why does everyone think I have done something incredible and my parents they d-didn't care they died in a drunk car crash, nothing makes sense" I whispered and just in that moment Hagrid`s face went blank then filling with rage as I flinched taking a step instinctively. I knew it, it`s definitely a trick, I shouldn't have opened my mouth, freaks don`t ask questions.

"Lily and James dyin in a muggle car crash, now that would never happen" Hagrid said his voice smothered in choleric.

"So how did they die" I asked meekly my hair dangling in front of my eyes. Meanwhile, my brain was still trying to process that the Dursley`s lied to me. I don`t know why I am so surprised they never liked me in the first place that`s an understatement I was simply a burden, still am really but why does it hurt?

"I`m not sure if I should be the one to tell yer` this Harry" he replied and just like that he jumped into an explanation on what really happened and why I have my scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. So, I defeated a dark wizard called Voldemort and my parents they weren`t sinners like Vernon calls them. They protected me, I don`t know why. I killed them. I`m no hero, I`m a freak and I don`t want to see their reaction when I get sent back to the Dursley`s. I`m not meant to be here.

I sigh silently,as we arrive at `Gringotts` written in fanciful black or was it brown cursive writing, of course. Which was a gnarled antediluvian off-white building that looked like it was worth a lot of money, perhaps too much money. I follow Hagrid hesitantly through the door and shocked at the first thing that meets my eye. It is a green rather small creature with white outlandish hair and a sharp pointed nose. The creatures were goblins and they ran a bank. This `Wizarding World` is starting to seem more and more whimsical. Inside the bank, it was decorated with a marble smooth floor and great big ostentatious chandeliers, that could flatten me without even trying. Hagrid said my name once more ,which I have heard more today than ever in my life. If I thought I could forget it, I can`t now.

The globin glared at me and then proceeded to produce a key ,that was the most beautiful key I have ever seen, albeit I haven`t exactly seen that many. And then we were on our way to my vault which seemed rather unrealistic a whole vault to myself. If I had eaten today I would have thrown it right up on this idiosyncratic contraption that takes you to your vault. Which is quite clever but the nausea wasn`t exactly what I could call fun, although I never really had fun I guess. It`s really an unknown word to me, an unknown concept.

Nevertheless, we arrived at my very own vault and as the key unlocked the door, a familiar sound but it was always backwards for me it was always some one locking the door to my cupboard. It`s ironic really the cupboard was small and I hated being trapped in it but I was safe hardly anything could hurt me in there, I just hated the concept of being trapped. I felt my jaw drop once more as I looked at the contents in awe. It was filled with neat meticulous stacks of gold, silver and bronze and it was more money than I could dream of. The gold ones were gallons, the silver was called sickles and the bronze was knuts. I grasped as much as my pouch would fill as a wave of self-loathing hit me. I don`t deserve this, it`s too much. I shook it off my face turning into a blank expression which I usually wore as I tried to supress my emotions. I`m not one to wear my heart on my sleeve that means getting hurt and I get hurt too much ,already. I can still feel the raw sticky blood dribbling down my back from my warning or punishment but I'm not stupid. I`m not going to tell even if there is nothing to lose.

Then we were out of Gringotts and heading down a never-ending street filled with people wearing eccentric clothing to say the least. I do not know how I managed to supress the panic clawing at my throat begging to escape. We went to a store to buy robes, I think. Then the lady who owned the shop asked me to stand somewhere whilst she measured me, which I was thoroughly uncomfortable with as she tutted softly at my weight. Mumbling something that sounded like "much too skinny" and then pressing lightly on my back and I have no idea how again I manged to supress a flinch or even a whimper of pain. Then it was over thankfully as she passed me some robes in black and a winter robe a hat and the rest of the clothes we were expected to buy. It was more clothes than I ever owned and they fit me. They didn't hang loosely over my abnormal frame like Dudley`s did. She passed the clothes over to me as I thanked her profusely whilst then collecting the money I owed her. A smile graced her face as she said "So, polite that boy" and I flinched slightly at the use of the word `boy` being directed at me once more. Reminding me of my worth how did I manage to forget my freakiness said a voice that sounded an awful lot like Petunia.

She looked at me oddly as I exited the story with Hagrid. Finally, after a while we were nearly done, I bought all the books I needed and there was an awful lot of them if I`m honest. Then a cauldron was bought and a trunk filled off with equipment and now we were off in a search of `Ollivander`s` a wand shop. Great shadowing old gold letters dragged over the shop. The shop thankfully was empty as I walked in, only the silent piercing the air,with only a light sound escaping from the over-used metallic bell. Then an willowed old man who recognised me instantly arrived from the back.

"I was, wondering when you would get here, Mister Potter" he spoke his voice brash and rough.

I nodded in response, as he went off in his back room saying something about my parents and how it felt just like yesterday when they purchased their wands. Then a small long black box appeared in front of me as he told me to clutch it tightly and swing forwards and just as I followed his instructions the boxes began to cascade downwards as I placed the wand back fearfully. "No, definitely not the wand for you" he spoke.

Then another wand appeared and after a while because none of them seemed to fit, which got me thinking once more am I even a wizard. Just then he appeared once more grasping another long box whispering "Curious" I wasn`t sure if he was talking to me or himself. I held it carefully waiting for it to decline me like the others did. Yet it didn`t ,as the light began to spiral around me and it was eminently beautiful.

"Now that mister Potter is your wand, holly and phoenix feather eleven inches" he replied his voice full of surprise and a hint of awe. Just as I was passing the money over he said that the other feather belonged to the person who gave me my scar and said something like we should expect great things from me. Well that`s a first, expecting good from me I`m a nobody when is the Wizarding World going to learn. I`m surprised a wand even picked me in the end. Then it hit me, the shopping was over and back to the cupboard I would go until September. Hagrid grumbled and led me back to the `Leaky Cauldron` and then we were back soon on the underground and as he passed me a ticket for the train and a sandwich which I quickly devoured. He then began to tell me not to lose the ticket and then we were back on number four Privet Drive. Where I would be in my cupboard till Hogwarts. Hagrid`s tall frame then decided to crush my organs as he hugged me tightly and I could not help but squirm under his grip. I was not used for affection and just like that he was gone. I opened the door to the Dursley's and I was met with the sight of a purple Vernon looking at me expectantly.

"Now. I trust that you did not mention anything that happens here boy" he thundered his voice laced in disgust as he glared down at me.

"Of course, not sir" I whispered staring intently at the floor.

He then paused and began to walk over to me as he harshly gripped my bony arm and pushed me roughly into my cupboard locking the door behind me as he walked away as if nothing happened. And Just like that I was back where I started in my cold dirty cupboard but at least it was mine and it was safe, if anything. Yet now I was left with the consuming thoughts of the Wizarding World and the taunting voice saying they made a mistake.

They must of.

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