A huge thank you to absolutely everyone who reviewed, followed or favourited and read this story. The support has been absolutely amazing. I mean, it's already been added to a community how cool is that? So as a thank you to all the people who have been supporting this story I've pumped out a roughly 2k chapter covering Harry and Diagon Alley. Don't worry, he'll be getting sorted next chapter. So, I hope you enjoy this chapter :3

Chapter 3: Alleys and Trains

"Nothing challenges me anymore. School is easy. Girls are easy. Soccer is easy. Quidditch is easy. What else is there left for me to do?" - Harry Potter (aged 14)

Stan, the conductor of the Night Bus wouldn't shut up the whole ride. "Long time no see, Mr Potter," he said. "How are you these days? Still love books and soccer? Are you still the little Casanova you used to be?" He continued. "Stan, can you please be quiet." Harry moaned. "I'm still reading and I still love soccer yes. And me? A Casanova? Hardly, all I do is flirt with a couple of girls every now and then." Harry finished.

Stan averted his attention from Harry quickly to turn into the Leaky Cauldron. "Well that's good to hear. You're 11 years old and you flirt with girls regularly. If that's not a Casanova then I don't know what is. Have fun shopping." Stan said. Harry laughed and nodded, before exiting the bus. At the end of the steps he turned and replied,"Cya Stan," before he walked off into the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry passed through the pub quickly, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. Once out the backdoor he tapped on the bricks and entered Diagon Alley, one of the least interesting parts of Wizarding Britain. Harry decided to get all the boring "school stuff" out of the way before he looked around the side alleys to advance his knowledge. He'd been saving up money for a while in preparation for Hogwarts and he had a bit extra as he knew that he'd get bored easily seeing as his knowledge was most likely going to be above the level of his peers.

Harry ran around Diagon Alley getting all the equipment he needed, books, cauldron, ingredients, scales, telescope etc. He didn't bother looking around the bookstore as he doubted there was anything in there that interested him that he hasn't read. Inside the bookstore he came across a fellow first year who looked like he was muggleborn. He was considering saying hello and introducing himself, until he heard the boy talking. "But mum, I wanna get the one with pictures too! It'll be easier for me to understand!" The boy exclaimed. Harry didn't deal with imbeciles of any kind and this boy, let's just say that Harry didn't want his IQ to lower any more by being near him.

On the way to Madam and Malkins his second last stop, he saw a cute girl who looked to be a first year staring at the Quidditch shop. When he walked past she looked at him and he smiled and winked. The girl started to blush until her father came back and got her attention,"Lisa come here. We need to go get you some books."

Purchasing his robes at Madam and Malkins went by fairly quickly and at long last he was at his final stop, Ollivanders. Harry opened the door and entered into a cold room. The front of the store. Looking around and not seeing Mr Ollivander he walked up to the bell and tapped it once gaining the attention of Mr Ollivander who appeared at the counter. "Hmm, Mr Potter here to purchase a wand I assume?" Ollivander inquired. "Yes, I would like to get myself a wand." Harry replied.

Ollivander walked up to him before measuring him. "Your left handed I presume Mr Potter?" Ollivander asked. "Yes." Ollivander studied him more before walking over to his shelves and pulling out a few wands. "How does this one feel Mr Potter?" Harry gave it a wave and a vase exploded. "Maybe not..." Ollivander sighed.

An hour later

"I'm running out of patience Mr Potter, you truly are a tricky customer." Ollivander said. "I only have a handful of wands left and one of them must be for you. How does this feel?" Ollivander handed Harry a wand and he gave it a wave. Harry instantly felt a surge of power flow through his magical core. "Mr Ollivander, I think this is the wand for me." Harry murmured. Ollivander took the wand and looked at it closer. "Very interesting..." he said. "This wand is made out of frozen birch wood, taken from one of the coldest parts of the wizarding world. It signifies that you are cool, calm and collected. It is a sign of intelligent and ability. The core is the fur of a kneazle, meaning that when it comes to a running race or sleuthing around you won't have too much of a problem. That will be 15 galleons." He continued.

"Thanks Mr Ollivander," replied Harry. Taking his wand off the counter Harry walked out of the shop and down to Knockturn Alley in order to get some books.

Strolling down Knockturn Alley Harry saw things kids his age weren't supposed to see or know about. He saw prostitutes accosting people and attempting to interest them. He saw criminals running around, cursing each other and in one dead body a knife in his genitals. Harry was able to cope with this by now and he hardly blinked as he walked over to "Books for All" a store ran by an ex-convict that had pretty much any book that's ministry restricted or hard to find. He walked inside and grabbed a couple of new books on battle transfiguration and runes. Paying for his purchases, he walked out and continued on to the Leaky Cauldron. Inside he saw Ginny Weasley, his brother's "crush" and her mother, who was being loud and annoying as per usual.

Looking away as they walked past, Harry slowly moved towards the door before running out into the muggle world as soon as they left. Harry had some leftover Muggle money and decided to get some new clothes to wear seeing as he had hardly any left. It was 4pm by the time he arrived in the mall and he walked around purchasing some new shirts, a hoodie, jeans, shorts, shoes etc. It had taken a while, especially because he had ran into some girl who wanted to find about everything about him. If she looked nice, Harry would be looking forward to telling her everything about him and giving her some hands-on experience when it came to telling her about his mouth. Unfortunately for Harry, she was ugly and he'd exited the store soon after, getting away in his cat form.

Done with his clothing, Harry decided to grab some books for light reading, some fiction and some non-fiction. Done with his shopping for the day and loathing the idea of going home straight away, he headed to a muggle cafe and ordered himself a nice large milkshake. Accepting the inevitable he caught the Night Bus home and quickly climbed up to his room, dropped off his purchases before climbing down with his soccer ball. Harry opened the door and was immediately screamed at by Lily,"Where have you been Harry! Your brother wanted you to play tag with him! He's very upset now, he's up crying in his room. Go and apologize as soon as your father and I are done with you!" Harry stared at them blankly. "Play tag with me? He just wanted to get me in trouble," he thought to himself. He then spoke up,"I'm sorry mother but I was out at the muggle park playing with some boys my age. I'll be sure to play with Lachlan tommorow," he lied in a monotone voice. James then decided to add his opinion in. "Boy, why are you still playing that stupid muggle game? You're a wizard, Harry and you play Quidditch if you play anything at all. You don't practice soccer your practice Quidditch!" Harry then replied,"I would practice Quidditch but you've never bothered to teach me how to play."

Struggling to come up with an excuse, James stated,"I'm sorry boy but I can't teach you Quidditch. You will learn when you go to Hogwarts." "You taught Lachlan how to play when he was 4. That's not true," Harry refuted.

James stared at him and then said,"But that's because you never asked Boy, like he did."

"Stop lying, I asked when I was 6 years old when you took Lachlan to the world cup!"

Losing his patience, James yelled,"Just go to your room!" Harry obeyed his instructions and walked up to his room and muttered,"Dad, is your ass jealous of all the shit coming out of your mouth?" That night, Harry had trouble falling asleep because he knew it was almost time for him to get away from his family who thought that the sun shined out of his brother's ass. He definitely wouldn't becoming home for Christmas so that meant he would be spending close to the whole year at Hogwarts. Although he would only be getting 2 years of this bliss he was definitely looking forward to it.

1st of September, Hogwarts Term Begins

Lying in his bed, Harry Potter had a nice sleep-in unable to get out of his bed because of how comfortable he felt. Well, until he opened his eyes to check the time and saw that it was 9:30am, an hour and a half until the train left. Flying out of bed he quickly had a shower and got dressed, sprinting down the stairs with his trunk in tow. His family was sitting down at the table, Lachlan dressed in Quidditch gear. They were having a nice breakfast and were discussing Lachlan's amazing grab of the snitch. It wasn't that amazing, all he really did was open his hand and the snitch flew into it. Grabbing some toast and quickly buttering it he sat down at the table eating it. His family hadn't noticed he was there though, what a surprise. Checking the time again he saw it was 10:24am and it was about time he left. Interrupting the conversation between his parents and brother he said,"Uhm Mum, Dad could you please take me to Platform 9 3/4 for the Hogwarts Express? It's leaving in half an hour..."

"Sure hun, we'll go know but we have to be quick it's your brothers big day. It's his teams first game of the season, and they're playing last years winners," Lily replied. She then grabbed Harry's arm and they apparated to the station. The walls were made out of cobble and wizards ran around hugging their children with tears in their eyes. And right in the centre of it all a scarlet train. "Have a good time at Hogwarts hun," Lily said before she promptly disappeared. "What a surprise..." Harry thought to himself. He then walked towards the train, opened the door of a random compartment, lifted his trunk and entered. Change was coming to Hogwarts.

I've decided on the name of the OC and most of his backstory. Thanks to the people who've sent me some fics to read they'll definitely keep me up tonight that's for sure. Have a good day!