A/N: So another chapter, Hope you enjoy.
I apologize for spelling or grammar mistakes I hope my beta's have gotten them.
The beta's for this chapter were: CDSE, Just Me and My Books, TheKatanaMistress, SkylanTorian2014 and Hazel006.
I hope to post in a somewhat standard flow aiming at one chapter every two weeks, But won't make any promises.
I don´t make any money of this, and none of the characters are mine.
Chapter 2:The Talk with Dumbledore
"So Harry how are you?"
"I'm fine thank you, how are you mister Dumbledore?"
"I'm feeling fine, but please it's Professor or Professor Dumbledore, mister makes me feel so old."
'You are an old man.' Harry thought, but kept smiling and continued on completely normal.
"Well Professor, I got a few questions regarding the letter you sent me"
Professor Dumbledore held up an hand and said, "Harry is this about money, or how to get your supplies ?"
"Both and how you know for sure I'm a wizard, I can't just run off without proof. Plus, how am I supposed to pay for this school and how much is it?"
"Well Harry my boy, your parents have left you quite a sum of wizard money, and also paid for your seven years at Hogwarts."
"As for proof of being a wizard, you mean to say your relatives never told you about yourself and your parents? After all you must have had some unexplainable things happening around you."
'Mmm seems like Professor Dumbledore knows, or at least knows about, my parents ... I have to find out. Since he came out of the fireplace, then my parents as magicals, probably had other means of transportation and never drove a car.'
Harry asked eagerly, "Did you know my parents Professor?"
"Well yes my boy, they were brave and powerful wizards."
"Could you tell me about them?"
"Did your aunt and uncle not tell you about them?"
"No they do not like to talk about them, or anything that from the magical world" Harry shook his head and continued "I did not notice till I got your letter, but they're avoiding talking about magic."
The Professors face darkened with a somber look as he thought, 'He is not ready to hear of the prophecy. But he will need to know about his parents, even if it will hurt him. He is too famous not to know.'
Then Professor Dumbledore said consolingly, "Harry I have to warn you, the story of your parents is pretty sad, but something that you will find out very soon anyway."
Harry spoke with a maturity above his age as he replied with a steady, certain voice "Yes Professor I want to know, I already know they did not die in a car crash."
Professor Dumbledore looked surprised at that and blurted "a car crash? Oh my dear boy that is not even close to the truth."
"Will you tell me what really happened?"
"Yes, Harry. I will. You'll need to understand that you are famous in our world and why. This story of yours, you're not the only one who plays a part in it. Your parents also have an important part as well."
Harry asked in a curious voice "I'm famous?"
"Yes my boy, you are famous in our world, you and that lightning scar of yours"
He instinctively touched his scar.
"We have been at war in our world with a dark wizard," Albus waited for a moment before he continued, "Your parents died in this war protecting you from a dark wizard. This wizard tried to kill you as well but somehow you survived his killing curse"
Professor Dumbledore waited for a moment and looked at Harry who sat there listening attentively like someone was telling him an exciting fantasy story.
Professor Dumbledore thought he was taking it rather well so far and continued.
"The result was that he was defeated and you got that lightning scar of yours. also to this day you are the only person to ever survive the killing curse. Which is why you and your scar are famous."
Professor Dumbledore gave him some time to process this story and put on his most comforting, grandfatherly smile he could muster. He also cast a calming spell on Harry just in case.
After those words Professor Dumbledore thought a little worried 'Let's see how he takes this, if he can't handle it I will have to Obliviate this talk from his memory and take a slower, different approach.'
The words tumbled out of Harry's tongue and almost screamed was, "I don't want to be famous."
The professor sat there dumbfounded and thought, 'He hears his parents died and the thing he is worried about is being famous?'
Then, Professor Dumbledore said in a comforting voice, "Well, there is not much to do about that I'm afraid. I plan to shield you from it as much as possible while you are at Hogwarts. If that does make you feel a bit better."
The teenager paced around, thinking frustratedly to himself, 'Damn. Famous! I don't want that much attention! They may find out. The thought of others knowing how I'm treated here, I'd die of embarrassment! Especially when I'm supposed to be the one who took down a dark wizard.'
Harry shut his eyes for a while and regained composure over his emotions before he contemplated what Professor Dumbledore had said. 'I'm famous for surviving a killing curse. After my parents were killed by this wizard. The story about my parents dying in a car crash is all a lie told by my uncle and aunt. Perhaps I was not unwanted just unwanted by my aunt and uncle... But, how does a one year old survive when my parents can't?'
"But sir, how come I could survive what my parents could not?"
"Well there are many mysteries about that, and though nobody knows for sure, I have my own theory about that.
I think that the love of your mother and father made for a powerful ancient magic. This magic was probably the reason why you were protected you from this dark wizard.
I myself have made protective shields at your uncle and aunt's house to protect you and your relatives from further harm."
'Further harm. Ok except from those inflicted by relatives yeah, alright. But for this theory to be true they must have loved me like they love Dudley. ' the young boy thought miserably.
A tear welled up in his eyes at the thought that his parents did love him
He quickly wipe the tear from his cheek with the back of his hand, then, mumbled quietly to his headmaster, "Sorry I got a little emotional, I'm fine again. Thanks for telling me about my parents. It means a lot to me to know about them."
"That's okay my boy, You are taking this way better than I expected and I'm more than willing to share more stories of your parents. Though, maybe we should save those talks for another time. I believe that you have more pressing questions to ask and I have more to tell you."
"Yes, Professor. You told me about my history in your world. My past. But, I know nothing about the school I am enrolled for or about this Hogwarts. I would like more details on how to get to the school and the supplies."
"Ah well you will need to go to Diagon Alley. There you will find the stores that sell everything as well as the Gringotts Wizarding bank."
"So I would need to go to the bank for money and then to the stores there, but where is this Diagon alley?"
"Well you can't come there alone because you need a wand which you don't have yet, therefore the school often sends teachers with muggle-borns to get the school supply's"
"So a teacher will come to take me shopping? When would that be?" Harry asked a little excited.
"Well, I was planning to send Hagrid next Monday to show you around Diagon Alley. Hagrid is our Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts. You will like him. He's a very friendly man."
'Mmm I don't have anywhere to leave the supplies so it's best if I have them as short as possible.'
"Does it have to be Monday? I got some things left to do and not much time to go shopping the coming weeks."
"But dear boy school starts at September 1st and you will need time to read some of the books you're buying."
'Damn I need to read ahead, this makes it even harder. I can hide some stuff nearby in my secret treasury but I can't go there too often. Could I get away with books in my Cupboard? Maybe I can use their fear of magic to allow me to keep some books there.'
Albus saw Harry thinking and said "Maybe a weekend would suit you better?"
Harry's expression brightened as he looked up and said, "On the weekends I'm with Miss Figg's so if she is not against it, then I could go."
Albus took a look at Miss Figg. They nodded and then said to Harry, "Well then I will send a teacher tomorrow if that's fine with you. Though I'm not sure who will be available so I cannot tell you who just yet."
"Will he or she be coming through the fireplace again ?"
"No they will apparate into this house"
"Apparate?"
"Yes apparition is a form of magical transport, comparable to teleportation I suppose."
"So tomorrow someone from Hogwarts will come and apparate into this house and take me to Diagon Alley for my shopping needs?"
"Yes, that is correct."
"How would I get to this Hogwarts school from the Muggle world on the 1st of September ?"
"You go to King's Cross Station and go through the wall of the Platform 9,to get to Platform 9¾"
"9.¾? There's a platform like that?"
"Well, you walk through the wall between platform 9 and 10."
"Through the wall ?" Harry tilted his head.
"Yes Harry. The wall is an illusion that stops only non-magical people."
"Thanks Professor, I think that was all of my questions then."
"Wonderful! Now business is done, how about a game of chess?"
The two played a few games of chess, whom Harry all lost except the last one.
'He let me win this one, I'm sure of it!'
"Well done my boy, though I'd love to take revenge I really need to go back to the school." "Hope to see you on September 1st!"
"Goodbye Professor!" Harry said cheerfully.
After the visit, Harry cleaned up the mess that was made in the living room. He made some idle talk with Mrs. Figg about Professor Dumbledore and laughed at the man's horrible choice of clothing.
Then Mrs. Figg went to take a shower and Harry went to make an evening meal for the two of them.
Because Harry always cleans so well, he always has free time the second day of his weekend (though the Dursley's don't know that and think he is cleaning like a slave here as well).
Harry still asked if Mrs. Figg needed something cleaned before he went away tomorrow. She only asked him to make an early breakfast because he can cook so well.
Harry happily told her he would make her favorite and thanked her.
After they were done eating Harry told Mrs. Figg he wanted to take an evening's walk. She agreed and he went out.
Outside it was dark, Harry took his stroll to the children's playground and walked up to the tree next to the swing.
He needed to make room for his supplies, he looked around to see if it was safe and took his place on the swing. He started swinging it and at some point jumped off and landed on one of the tree's branches.
Somehow nobody was able to find his treasure.
Like that time somebody heard him, they looked up and stared right past him like he did not exist. It was odd but he was very glad he had this little place, where nobody but he could come. (there were heavy wards on this tree made by his accidental magic)
Harry went to the hollow center and started to make room there.
He reorganized the hollow space and threw away some broken toys. ' I'm sure some other kid here will still play with it.'
Harry climbed to an higher branch and leapt onto a nearby lamppost, and then used his arms and thighs to hold onto it and slide down the pole.
When Harry got back he took a shower and went to bed feeling rather pleased with himself.
**AD**
Albus returned to his chambers at Hogwarts and thought back at his meeting with Harry.
'He had taken it all pretty well. But it could be the shock did not reach him yet. In that case the breakdown would come this evening. I should tell the professor I'm sending tomorrow about it so he can check how the little boy was coping with it.
'It was still odd to hear he did not even know he was magical, I would think that it's hard to hide. But then again I did tell them I wanted him to grow up away from our world, and to raise him as their own. So it's not weird for them to raise him completely as a Muggle. I just hope he does not feel too bad about leaving his friends.'
'mmmm I should see who is available tomorrow.'
He called a House Elf and told him to get Severus.
Some time later Severus entered his room."
Hello Severus would you tell me if you got anything to do tomorrow?" Dumbledore inquired.
"I must go to a Death Eater meeting somewhere on that day, so I keep it free of things I cannot leave immediately."
"Mmm, then you will not be able to take Harry Potter to get his school supplies."
Severus snapped directly, "Why would you want me to take the boy shopping ? Let Hagrid take him! He has nothing to do and would love it!"
"Hagrid won't work, I need someone who is observant enough to see if the boy had an emotional breakdown. That's why I need you there, you are observant where Hagrid is not."
"Well I'm sure Minerva will do just fine."
"I would love to have her go. But she has to take others already and has family matters later that day."
"Perhaps Flitwick?" Severus advised and then added "Anyway I can't and I need to get back to my lab, I'm refilling Poppy's reserves and need to bottle my potions."
Severus left Albus who thought, 'Flitwick is a little small, but may make Harry feel at ease.'
Albus called another House Elf and told it to call for Professor Flitwick.
Flitwick entered Dumbledore's chambers some time later.
"Sorry for the delay, I was in a meeting with Minerva, what is the matter?"
"It's alright, I'm sorry for bothering you so late but I hope you would be able to do something for me tomorrow."
"I don't have any pressing things to do. So I guess I can help."
"Thank you Filius, I promised Harry Potter that a Professor would pick him up to get his supplies."
"Although I don't mind going, why me and not Hagrid?"
"Because I told him about his parents today, I feel he might have a breakdown this evening. I need someone who could notice if he had, and Hagrid is not such a person."
"Yes that's right, what time should I go?"
"I would advise sometime in the morning. Let them have breakfast and then get the supplies before it gets really busy in Diagon Alley."
Flitwick agreed and went back to his own chambers for a good night's sleep.
**HP**
That night Harry lay in his bed and thought about his meeting with Dumbledore.
He curiously wondered about his parents, and wished he had something like a picture, making a mental note to ask Dumbledore about it later.
He also thought about him being famous, and how this would affect him.
Deciding that if he gave no reason to make himself interesting people will back off eventually, and then he could do what he wanted.
Harry fell asleep thinking about what he could do with magic, life would get so much better.
The next day Harry got up early after 5 hours of sleep.
He started his day with making Mrs. Figg's favourite meal and preparing everything for his departure.
Some time later Mrs. Figg came down in a pair of blue pajamas.
He asked if she knew who would come to pick him up.
She replied she did not know, but was sure that if nobody was available she would have gotten a letter about it.
She asked him how he was, hinting to the conversation with Dumbledore.
Harry replied that he was fine, only that he wished to have asked for a picture of his parents.
She told him over breakfast that she would contact Dumbledore about it and depending on his response and speed, Dumbledore would probably give him the picture today or next week.
Harry thanked her and started to clean up.
Mrs. Figg went upstairs to dress herself as a loud pop was heard from the living room.
She and Harry went there to see a small man in dark blue robes.
He turned around and saw the two coming in the living room. "Ah Mrs. Figg, and Harry Potter I presume?"
"Well hello Professor Flitwick you are here to take Harry shopping?"
"Yes, I'd like to go to some of the shops before Diagon Alley becomes a traffic jam. It will be hard enough to shop peacefully without anybody goggling at a celebrity."
Harry's face instantly turned into a slight frown. This made Flitwick noticed His expression and immediately thought about Dumbledore's question.
"Harry you ok? I know you don't want the celebrity status. But that is why I wanted to go early, some shops get really busy later but if we can hide your scar nobody will be any wiser."
"Sorry sir I did not mean to be down, I'm really curious about the magical world. But still, what would hiding my scar help with me being a celebrity and all?"
"Well nobody has seen as much as a picture of you since 11 years ago, so without the scar nobody will know who you are, and we can shop in peace."
"I see that is good news, I'll try to hide it then" Harry nodded in agreement
"No need to Harry, we got magic for that."
Flitwick took out his wand and asked Harry to show his scar. He pushed his hair to the side and Flitwick tapped the scar with his wand saying, "Dissimula." (glamour charm)
"There Harry now nobody will be able to see the scar."
"Thank you professor!"
"Well get ready, there is a lot to see" "Hope you got a strong stomach Harry"
At those words Flitwick grabbed his arm.
The next thing Harry knew everything went black; He was pressed very hard from all directions; He could not breathe, like there were iron bands tightening around his chest; His eyeballs were being forced back into his head; His ear-drums were being pushed deeper into his skull.
Flitwick had Side-Along Apparated with Harry. Within moments, Harry opened his eyes and before him was an amazing sight.
"Wow…" Harry spoke with wonder.