When Harry left the Dursleys he was the happiest he had ever been in his entire there would be no more dark and cramped cupboard under the stairs, no more Dudley beating him to a pulp if he did one thing wrong, and maybe, just maybe he could make some mates at this school he had been accepted at.
Harry had never had any mates in his entire life. The closest thing that he had ever had as a mate was the mangy cat the used to show up every once and a while at his doorstep. His relationship with the cat was rather simple. Harry would give her some scraps and pet her behind the ear while she purred. She would then stare up at him with wide eyes before heading off again. It was then that the eleven year old realized just how lonely he had truly felt.
Hagrid was rather chipper as he walked him down the streets of London with a slight bounce. Harry had never been to London before so he walked with just the same amount of energy that Hagrid did and maybe even more. He drunk in the gorgeous sights of the city, eyes staring at every single detail as if the city around him might implode and disappear forever.
He mentally told himself that he would have to come back someday at take a better look at everything.
Soon Hagrid stopped in front of a rather dingy looking pub. It was one of the restaurants that Harry thought no one ever went in, but, for some unapparent reason, was still hanging around clinging to life like a spider in the attic.
When Harry went into the pub he was expecting the pub to be just as gnarly on the inside as it was on the out, maybe with a cult on the inside that matched the raged looking exterior. But to his own bemusement it was actually quite a warm and hospitable place. A warm fireplace was burning in the corner with several strange looking people huddled around it. The place was quite occupied with different looking people reading or eating, minding their own business.
When Hagrid made his way in a skinny man who must have been somewhere in his late 60's called from behind the bar. "Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?"
Hagrid shook his head to the man who appeared to be his friend "No thanks, Tom. I'm on official Hogwarts business today. Just helping young Harry here buy his school supplies.
"Potter?" The man asked, his eyes wide. "By chance is he any relation to Mina Potter? The girl who lived!" The pub went silent- every single occupant staring at Harry and Hagrid for an answer.
Hagrid cleared his throat hastily "Well-Um. Mina is 'is twin sister" Harry eyes went wide in shock. He had a sister. And not just a sister, but a twin! Why hadn't anyone told him this vital piece of information? He had a sister! Harry wanted to jump off the walls in utter glee. He couldn't believe it, he had a family!
"I thought her brother was a squib?" The man, Tom, asked in a daze.
There was that word again; squib. Why did people keep calling him that? He had been called a myriad of names in life from freak to orphan, he wasn't happy that he had to add another one to the list.
"Excuse me," Harry interrupted " but would someone mind telling me what a squib is?"
Hagrid grimaced realizing that the boy I'm fact had never been told what a squib was
"A-A S-quib, also known as a-a-a wizard-born, is a non-non-magical person who is born to a-a-at least one magical parent. Squibs are, in-in essence, 'wizard-bo-r-r-n Muggles.' They are rare and are looked upon with a-a-a degree of disdain by some witches and wizards, par-tic-culary pure-bloods." Said a man sulking up from behind him
"Hello, Professor. I didn't see you there. Harry, this is Professor Quirrell. He'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts." Hagrid said with a large smile on his face.
"Harry P-potter. C-can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you." Harry being the awfully polite child that he was gave the professor his hand to shake. Quirrel flinched backward, pulling his hand away as quickly as possible "F-fearfully fascinating subject. N-not that you need it, e-eh, Potter? Heheh."
"Yes, well, must be going now. Lots to buy. Heh." Hagrid said, pulling Harry to a back room.
"Hagrid," Harry asked "Why didn't anyone tell me I had a sister?"
"I'm afrai' I can't tell ya that 'arry. You'll ave to ask Dumbledore."
Hagrid was silent as he pulled out an umbrella and started to tap on the brick wall. He wasn't exactly sure what this was going to do, but didn't voice his concerns.
Harry was once again shocked when the brick wall opened up to reveal a boisterous city street crammed with the strangest looking people he had ever seen. Almost Every single person was adorned in bright robes with pointed hats and carried strange stick things. Wizards were weird he asserted. Why did it look like all of the men and boys were wearing dresses? That had to be the most curious thing. A large smile spread across his face. No matter if it was strange or not it had to be the most magical thing he had ever seen.
The buildings in the crowded street were brightly painted making the crowded streets look full of life. Harry was so exited to explore what each place held. No doubt each place held a whimsical adventure for him to find.
"Welcome,Harry," said Hagrid's booming voice "to Diagon Alley"
