AN: Thanks to everyone for the reviews, favs, and such. I finally figured out how to reply to reviews so I will reply to them from now. If you have time please vote in the poll that can be found on my profile. Okay Hagrid's accent is too much of a pain in the ass so I'm not going to do it anymore. My respect for J.K. Rowling has just grown in leaps and bounds. Updates will be as frequent as I can handle. Usually once a week or every other week it all depends on real-life. Thanks again to Nanniko

Chapter 2: G004: Birdman

Harry chatted happily with Draco all the while making sure to keep an eye on the group of adults. He really didn't like the stares he was receiving. "Draco, Hagrid and I need to get going. I've got a lot of stuff to get. I'll see you at Hogwarts," he stated as he began walking away from the shop.

Draco nodded his head in agreement. "Yes I'll see you then," he replied as the two walked over to the adults.

Harry smiled at Severus, Narcissia, and Lucius. "It was a pleasure meeting you. Shall we go Hagrid?" He asked politely.

Narcissia looked as if she were about to protest but when Harry glared at them the protests died within her throat. There was something about the boy that honestly terrified her. The adults had so many questions for the boy, but they knew the questions could always be asked later. "It was a pleasure meeting you too Mr. Potter," Lucius said as Narcissia nodded her head in agreement.

Hagrid was stunned by Harry's and the Malfoys' interaction for a moment before he answered, "Yes we should lad. Thank you for taking care of the lad when he was out of sight. I'll see you at school Professor," he said as he led Harry to Gringotts.

Harry's eyes widened as he took in Gringotts bank. The building was a snowy white building that towered over all the neighboring shops. There was a set of bronze doors and when they opened you could see a second set of silver doors. On the silver doors there was an inscription.

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

Hagrid looked at Harry and noticed him reading the engraved words. "Yeh'd be mad ter try an rob it," he said as he politely nodded his head to the pair of scarlet and gold clad goblins.

The goblins looked just like Harry was told they would. They were about a foot shorter than him. They both had swarthy, clever faces. One had a pointed beard, but both had very long fingers and feet. The goblins bowed to them as they held open the silver doors. Once through the doors Harry and Hagrid were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter. The goblins were scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins on brass scales, and examining precious stones through eye glasses.

There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Hagrid and Harry made for the counter. "Morning," Hagrid said to a free goblin. "We've come to take money outta Mr. Harry Potter's safe."

"You have his key sir?" The goblin asked as he watched Harry scowl at Hagrid.

"Got it here somewhere," Hagrid said as he began emptying his pockets.

"Stop," Harry said quickly as he took what was in Hagrid's hand and forced it into his own. He looked into his hands and his scowl deepened. "This goblin is nice enough to help us and you were going to put dog biscuits on his ledger. Just put whatever you have in my hands until you find the key please." Hagrid nodded his head in agreement and did just that.

"Ah found it," Hagrid said as he produced a small golden key from his left pocket. Once he handed the key to the goblin Harry helped Hagrid place his possessions back in his pocket.

The goblin looked at Harry oddly before he began to examine the key closely. "This seems to be in order," he said.

"An I've also got a letter from Professor Dumbledore," Hagrid said importantly as he puffed out his chest. He handed the letter to the goblin. "It's about you-know-what in vault seven hundred and thirteen."

The goblin read the letter thoroughly. "Very well," he said as he handed the letter back to Hagrid. "I will have someone take you down to both vaults. Griphook!" Another goblin instantly appeared.

As Hagrid stuffed his pockets once more Harry said, "I'd…I'd like to see a list of all transactions since Halloween of 1981."

The goblin looked at Harry oddly before he left the counter. Hagrid was also staring at Harry. "Harry my lad Professor Dumbledore has had your key. I'm positive nothing improper has been done to your account."

Harry's eyes took an odd glassy look as he asked, "Why?"

Hagrid was startled by the question. "Why what?" He asked.

"Why did Professor Dumbledore have my key? Shouldn't it have gone to my aunt? Did he not trust them with my money? If that's the case then why did he leave me with them? If they can't be trusted with money how can they be trusted with a child?!" Harry wanted to know all of the answers to these questions and so many more.

Hagrid was stunned by these questions. "Harry I don't have an answer to those. All I know is Professor Dumbledore does what he thinks is best. He is not a bad man Harry," he uttered gently

"I never said he was Hagrid. Professor Dumbledore isn't God Hagrid. He is just a man and as such he makes mistakes." Harry sighed as he ruffled a hand through his hair and muttered, "I just want to make sure no more of his mistakes affect me."

Before Hagrid could ask what Harry meant the goblin came back with a piece of parchment. The goblin handed it to Harry without saying a word. Harry looked over the parchment. The last time money had been taken from the account was a week before the faithful Halloween night other then that the only other thing that had happened was that two deposits had been made. One on July 31st and the other on August 12th. Both were worth $10,000 gallons from the Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge. Harry smiled at this and turned to the goblin and said, "Thank you very much. I'd like to be informed every time there is any action in my account. Wither it is money being deposited or withdrawn."

The goblin nodded his head in understanding and Griphook led them to one of the doors leading of the hall. Harry looked at Hagrid curiously and asked, "What's in vault seven hundred and thirteen?"

"Can't tell ya that," Hagrid said mysteriously. "Very secret Hogwarts business Dumbledore has trusted me with. More than my job is worth I can tell you."

*Thirty minutes later*

Harry and Hagrid came out of Gringotts carrying a large bag of coins and the mysterious package. "Might as well get your uniform," Hagrid said as he nodded his head towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Listen Harry I hope you don't mind but I'm going to the Leaky Cauldron for a pick me up. I hate those Gringotts carts."

Harry nodded his head in understanding. He noted that Hagrid looked a little green. So as Hagrid left Harry walked into the store and was fitted for his robes. Once the squat witch was done fitting him he paid her and walked back into the alley. Hagrid wasn't back yet so he decided to go ahead and get his books. As he was walking he noticed a large group of red heads, but that wasn't what kept his attention. He noticed in the youngest boy's hands was a rat. A rat that wasn't really a rat at all but Peter Pettigrew. When Harry realized who it was he began to follow the group until they finally stopped in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies. He ducked into an empty side alley and observed from there.

He could feel his anger growing in leaps and bounds. This was the man that had started everything. 'This is one of the men who lead to my life being hell!!' He thought to himself as he felt power beginning to coarse throughout his body. Harry wanted to kill the rat. He wanted to rip Peter to shreds.

When Harry was about to do just that he heard a voice say, "Don't forget to read the label on the bottle Alice. You know very well that everything has a side effect. The question is, are you willing to drink from the bottle anyway?" Then Harry heard insane laughter surrounding him. He looked to see if the owner of the voice was still there, but the boy had already disappeared. Harry let out a growl of frustration as he punched the alley wall repeatedly until his knuckles were bleeding.

Harry quickly left the side alley and went back to Madam Malkin's. Hagrid still wasn't back yet. Harry walked into the shop and gained Madam Malkin's attention by asking, "Would you please tell Hagrid I went to Ollivander's shop?" When the witch had nodded her head yes he left. He went down to Ollivander's being sure to keep an eye out for the group of red heads. He wouldn't kill Peter it was to risky. It could even throw the entire plan out the window. He'd keep an eye out for the little rat though just to make sure Peter didn't catch onto his plan and make a break for it.

Ollivander's shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. When he stepped inside Harry heard a bell ringing somewhere within the shop. The shop wasn't lavish. It had only one worn chair and the rest of the shop was filled with long boxes piled to the ceiling. The place seemed to radiate of some sort of secret magic.

"Good afternoon," a soft voice said. Harry jumped and spotted an old man before him. His eyes seemed to shine like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Hello," Harry said nervously. He was used to being sneaked up on, but not by a stranger.

"Ah yes," said Mr. Ollivander. "I thought I'd be seeing you soon Mr. Potter. You have your father's eyes." Harry's eyes widened at his words. "Do not fret Mr. Potter your secret is safe with me I assure you. I feel as though I owe you a debt Mr. Potter. For you see I was the one who sold the wand that gave you that scar. If I had known what that wand would do…." Mr. Ollivander trailed off seemingly lost in thought. "No matter. Which is you wand arm Mr. Potter?" He held a type measure in his hand.

Harry held out his right arm. "Very good," Mr. Ollivander said. He measured Harry all over until finally he had all the proper measurements. He went over to the wall of boxes.

"Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches. You know the one I'm talking about," Harry said as he leaned against the counter.

Mr. Ollivander's eyes grew wide, but he nodded his understanding and grabbed the correct box. He brought the box over to Harry.

Harry took the wand and felt warmth flow through his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end of the wand. Mr. Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! I remember every wand I have ever sold Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand gave another feather – just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for that wand when it's brother gave you that scar. The wand chooses the wizard Mr. Potter. I believe we can expect great things from you. After all He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things – terrible yes, but great."

Harry glared at Mr. Ollivander and paid seven Galleons for the wand. He then left the shop and noticed Hagrid waiting with a giant grin on his face. He noticed Hagrid was holding a cage that contained a snowy owl. "Happy Birthday Harry," Hagrid said as he handed Harry the cage.

Harry stood there shocked looking down at the owl. He hadn't been told about this, and he was glad. Harry gave Hagrid a one armed hug and smiled brightly up at him. "Thank you so much Hagrid!" He exclaimed as he nearly jumped up and down in happiness.

Hagrid was surprised but thrilled at Harry's reaction. "She's a girl and a beautiful one at that. Owls are very loyal and very useful. I figured the Dursley's weren't much on presents and well I just wanted to get it for you."

Harry and Hagrid continued to get Harry's school supplies. Harry got several other books from Flourish and Blotts saying that he wanted to know as much as possible before going to Hogwarts. They'd picked up everything Harry needed from a telescope to smelly newt eyes. By the time they were through shopping Harry was completely exhausted. It was mid-day before they made their way to the train station. When they were riding on the Underground people kept giving them strange looks due to the oddly shaped packages and the owl inside the cage that sat on Harry's lap. It was up another escalator before they finally made it to Paddington station.

Hagrid tapped Harry on the shoulder gaining his attention. "Got time for a bite to eat before I leave. Wanna join me?" Harry nodded his head yes and they entered a nearby dinner. Hagrid bought Harry a hamburger and they sat on the plastic chairs. "You all right Harry? You're quite."

Harry sighed and said, "Yeah I'm fine. Just nervous is all. I'm expected to do so much. They don't even care how I feel as long as I do great things and be a hero. It's just too much."

Hagrid frowned slightly and said, "Don't you worry, Harry. You're a good kid. Just be yourself. I know that's hard because you've been singled out. But you'll have a great time at Hogwarts. You'll make friends and that will help a lot there. As long as you and your friends stick together it doesn't matter what anyone else says."

Harry smiled and said, "Thanks" He finished his burger and went back. Hagrid took him to a deserted area and handed him a ticket.

"That's your ticket for the train to Hogwarts. First of September at King's Cross. It's on your ticket. See ya soon Harry," Hagrid said as he watched Harry look at the train map.

When Harry turned around Hagrid had disappeared. He heard the insane laughter once more and sighed as a boy appeared from the shadows.

"You know Alice I think Hagrid might just be better at that then me," the boy joked as his blue and gold eyes danced with mischief. He pushed back a strand of his long black hair from his eyes. He appeared to be 16 years old and stood at 6'3''. He wore a blue denim jumper with no shirt underneath. He had well defined muscles but was not bulky.

Harry glared at the boy and said, "Oh believe me Birdbrain no one is better at being an ass then you. You know you could've been caught pulling that little stunt at Diagon Alley Birdman."

Birdman simply shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well it was either that or have you charged for murder. Look on the bright side. When it's finally time to get rid of the rat just sick Parano on him. That should satisfy anyone's bloodlust."

Harry couldn't help but smile. "You know very well that I won't let him die. At least not until Sirius is free."

Birdman rolled his eyes and sighed, "Fine be a spoilsport. What's with the bird?" The owl seemed to be watching him intently. The two boys left the train station and began walking home.

"I saw her and thought she'd make the perfect girlfriend for you. Then I remembered those pesky laws that abolished cruelty to animals," Harry said sarcastically as he carefully carried Hedwig.

"Oh hardy har har. You know very well I'm not into animals. So what's the real reason you got the owl?" He questioned as Harry began to leave him behind. "God damnit just answer the question!"

Harry laughed and began to run home. He loved annoying Birdman.

"Harry! Harry! Get back and help me carry some of this shit!!! Harry!!!!!" Birdman exclaimed as Harry just kept running home.