A.N. "blah" is speech, blah is thoughts, ~blah~ is parseltongue
Midnight, heavy rain and brutal winds lash out unscrupulously.
Harry casts another warming spell on himself. He is starving. All the food has been eaten, and according to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration, he can't transfigure any food for himself. Glancing at Dudley's watch, 23:50. Harry reassures himself that he would be able to eat his birthday cake when Hagrid gets here.
After Harry got back from the Gaunt home, life carried on as before: going to the zoo—without releasing the Brazilian Boa this time, he really doesn't want to be locked in his room for a month, since even if the Dursleys were nicer in this life, it was only slightly nicer—then as predicted, the owls brought the acceptance letter. Harry wanted to hide the letter to prevent the storm, but Dudley saw the letter before he could hide it—so the storm carried on as anticipated.
Harry lied on the floor of the cabin, quietly planning. The ring has been dealt with, the only one that could be dealt with at this moment. As for Ravenclaw's diadem can be resolved as soon as the school year begins; the diary can wait until second year; as for Hufflepuff's cup is a little more troublesome…it's not like he can break into Gringotts again…and finally Slytherin's locket, that can wait until Sirius get out of Azkaban and be destroyed at 12 Grimmauld Place.
Sirius…
Harry sighed, he really wants to save his godfather as soon as possible, with without that traitor Peter, he can't restore Sirius's honor and free him. This needs some careful planning, he needs to get Sirius out as soon as possible. Harry thinks back to him first seeing Sirius in third year, he was so thin and withered, with only skin and bone, relying on rats for food. This burns a hole in Harry's hard, making him clench his fists, nails digging into his palms.
BANG!
The cabin shakes with the sound, Harry sits up, starring at the door. Someone is knocking on the door.
Harry startles awake from his memories, lets out a breath. Hagrid is finally here.
Finally, he can walk into the Leaky Cauldron, following behind Hagrid, Harry steps into the bar. However, to Harry's dismay, after old Tom recognizes the Body-Who-Lived, people came up shake his hand.
Old Tom, you really got a keen eye! Thank goodness I put up a disguise the last time I was here. Harry thought quietly to himself.
A pale young man walks up to Harry, seeming very nervous, with one eye twitching.
It's Quirrell!
Harry smiles while starting to occlude his mind. He doesn't want his anger to attract the attention of the one behind Quirrell's head.
Hagrid introduces the two cheerfully, "Harry, Professor Quirrell will be one of your professors at Hogwarts!"
"Po—Po—Potter," Quirrell stumbled, grabbing Harry's hand, "I ca—can't tell you how ha—ha—happy I am to se—see you."
Suppressing his disgust, Harry shakes his hand. Maybe because Quirrell doesn't want to harm Harry right now, or because Voldemort is still weak and not in a dominant position, so this benevolent touch doesn't cause Quirrell to burn like it did at the end of first year.
Harry feigns a shy smile, like a real eleven-year-old boy, "What class do you teach?"
"De—Defense against the dar—dark arts," Quirrell mumbles, "But it i—is un—necessary fo—for yo—you, ri—right, Mr. Po—Potter?"
Harry doesn't want to drag the conversation on, so he says with a smile, "Not at all, I am looking forward to your lessons. I'll see you in Hogwarts, Professor Quirrell."
Then he follows Hagrid towards the courtyard, but before he leaves, Harry gives a cold glance towards the back of Quirrell's head and turns before he notices.
He really, really hates Voldemort.
As he remembers, Hagrid, being the faithful friend that he is, opens the door to the Magical World.
Sunlight shines in Diagon Alley, the pebble road extend beyond his sight, various magical shops litter the streets, wizards and witches wearing robes walk around, lively and boisterous.
Even if he's been here countless times in his previous life, even if he was here just a month ago in this life, but the sight before his eyes still renders Harry speechless, just like all those years ago that eleven-year-old boy who just walked into the Magical World.
I'm back.
Following Hagrid to Gringotts, arriving at Harry's vault, Harry discreetly casted a wandless space extension spell to his pockets, then turned and tried to put as many galleons into his pocket as he can. According to his experience in his previous life, the wealth of the Potter Family, even if he tried, he would never spend it all. So, instead of just leaving it to rot in the vault, or for his offspring (if he even has one) to inherit, (more likely it would be confiscated by the Ministry), he would rather have it used to defeat the Dark Lord. He plans on going to Knockturn Alley after to buy an item.
After that, he followed Hagrid to Vault 713 for the Philosopher's Stone, then went to Madam Malkin's for his robes, while Hagrid went back to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink after the trolley ride.
Pushing the door open, Harry saw the amiable face of Madam Malkin. "Do you need the robes for Hogwarts, my dear?" Madam Malkin asked.
"Yes, Madam, as well as some clothes for everyday wear."
"Of course, my dear, come here to choose your style." Madam Malkin takes out a style book, giving it to Harry.
"Madam, I want this silk shirt, in white, black, and dark green, embroidered with blue or yellow lining, ten of each color. Also, ten black slacks, ten grey slacks, ten black cashmere sweaters." Since he had enough galleons on him, Harry bought all he wanted. After the war, thanks to the Potter Family vault, he has lived a nice life. His assistants think that Harry Potter having a nice clean-cut image helped with building the confidence in the public.
But who knew, that Harry Potter, under the glamorous exterior, is rotten and full of holes on the inside. If Harry wanted, no one could see behind his mask, if he wanted. This is a skill he learned in the ten years after the war.
"Of course, but, my dear, do you want all the same style? Merlin, that is such of a let-down of your pretty cute face." Madam Malkin said.
"Uh…Thank you for your praise," to be honest, there weren't that many people calling him pretty, most called him handsome or elegant. Is it because that his hair is straight, and without the glasses, he became 'pretty'? Harry reassured himself, he's still young, he would definitely grow into a manly man in a few years. "Then would you be so kind as to choose some styles for me."
"Alright, I'll choose some styles suitable for you, come on to the back, I'll get you measurements." Madam Malkin said.
At the back of the shop stood a slim boy with platinum blonde hair trying out clothes. Harry smiled while looking at the boy, it's probably best not to be enemies with Draco Malfoys. The Malfoys could be of great help when going against Voldemort. During the final battle, it is because of Narcissa Malfoy who lied to Voldemort, was he able to defeat Voldemort. The profound love the Malfoys feel towards family greatly moves Harry and is one of the reasons he stepped up as a guarantor after the war.
Harry walked up next to Draco, and Madam Malkin begins to measure him.
Draco turns his head to him. "Hi, you also going to Hogwarts?" Before he speaks, Harry greets Draco first.
The blonde looks back at harry, his pale cheeks flushed with a slight shade of pink. "Yes. My name is Draco Malfoy, pleased to meet you."
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter. Greetings, Draco."
Draco flushed even more, "Harry Potter?! The Boy-Who-Lived?"
Harry smiled shyly, "I've always lived with my Aunt and Uncle, they are all muggles. It is only today did I learn of my fame in the Magical World. Draco, have you always lived in the Magical World? Can you introduce Hogwarts for me?" Harry smoothed his hair that is just touching his neck, asked politely.
"Oh, of course, it is an honor for me to introduce for you, Mr. Potter," Draco said with the tone of nobility. Of course, if you can ignore his ears that were turning bright red. "There are four houses in Hogwarts. Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. Slytherin is the best, my whole family graduated from there, and it symbolizes pure-blood and nobleness. Ravenclaw is alright, representing intelligence. As for Hufflepuff, they are all mediocre idiots, if I get sorted there I will drop out. Gryffindor…let's just say that it is the camp filled with stupid and reckless imbecile lions."
Harry doesn't know whether to laugh or cry, this introduction is so subjective…is it really a fitting introduction to a new student who knows nothing of Hogwarts?
"I would think you have never played Quidditch. It is a recreational sport for wizards, you ride brooms, play it in mid-air. When you get to Hogwarts, there are flying lessons to teach you." Speaking of Quidditch, Draco's grey eyes began to sparkle.
Harry smiled, even if Draco's somewhat immature nobility speech makes him sound like a little ass, but there is still a cute side to him. "Then, Draco, when I learned how to play Quidditch, can we play together?"
"Uh, yes, of course. It would be an honor, Mr. Potter." Draco said, trying to feign composure.
Right then, the witch fitting Draco said, "All done, young man."
"Then, thank you very much, Draco, I'll see you at Hogwarts. Also, you can call me Harry."
"Alright, Ha—Harry, I'll see you at Hogwarts," Draco said, blushing, jumping off the stool, leaving the back of the shop.
From the looks of it, it turned out good? Harry raised an eyebrow. At least Draco is acting much cuter than before.
After a while, Harry finished his fitting, and Madam Malkin told him to come collect his clothes after three hours.
At the same time, Hagrid came back, standing outside the robe shop holding two big ice cream cones, smiling at Harry. They went to Flourish and Blotts, where Harry showed a great interest in the books, "Hagrid, can you go buy the other things for me? I want to stay and look at these books a bit more." Harry said, smiling up at Hagrid.
Hagrid smiled surprised, "Harry, that's not like you father James! You know, he almost never goes to the library. You're more like you mum, Lily was one of the best in the school. Looks like our little Harry's gonna be great at his studies! Alright, I'll go buy the other things, let's meet at Ollivander's in an hour—you need to pick out your own wand."
Harry thanked Hagrid, watching as he left the bookshop, then hurriedly bought all the class books as well as some others like "Hogwarts, A History", stuffing them in his bag. Casting a notice-me-not charm on himself, putting on the cloak he carried in his bag, and headed toward Borgins & Burkes in Knockturn Alley.