Summary: "You caused this, you killed yourself before you were meant to die, you caused the rip and you have to be sent back to fix it"

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Chapter 3

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Harry laid in his cupboard as he read over the letter he had grabbed out of the morning mail in the dim light of the cupboard. It was from Hogwarts and boy was he glad to see it. He had been utterly impatient for the most part for the last month as he wanted to be free, in a sense, from Privet Drive and be able to simply revel in his magic again. Things weren't as bad as it had previously been when Harry lived through it the first time, especially with Petunia giving him some insight on a few things and helping him with some difficulties with certain items to aide him for later, such as obtaining certain Muggle books that he wished to read and see how it and the Wizarding World's equivalent differentiated.

He and Petunia were still on odds and ends with each other for the most part, mainly with Harry as he was still weirded out by the change in his aunt, but Petunia was at least trying to be a better person to make up for the neglect, he refused to use the term abuse, she had been causing for the last ten years, eighteen if you count Harry's life before instead. They chatted when Harry was working; in or outdoors, when they ate, when Petunia took him out of the house and for just any general reason to keep him from being silent and pensive. They talked about what he wanted to be if he stayed in the Muggle world; not bordering into the Wizarding world yet as he still wasn't suppose to know much of it, the weather, politics; which was a weird subject to get into because once they got into it they didn't stop until one had made the other back down with their points being superior, favorite genre of books, his looks; another weird area to go into, Petunia and Lily's childhood, random stories about their childhood when they lived in a place called "Spinner's end"; in which he vaguely remembered the name from somewhere, but he couldn't remember where, and just joking area to create a comfortable atmosphere.

Vernon and Dudley were a little put out when they caught them in one of the political debates, but didn't do anything about it as Petunia said that she wanted to see if he could hold a decent conversation with her when no one else was around, which still made them on edge so they stayed away from Petunia when he and Harry were talking. Now Harry and Vernon still hated each other for the fact that Vernon still treated Harry like shit and loathed magic, though he was still ignorant of Harry knowing that he was a wizard and got his letter. With Dudley...Harry was estrange with him, they didn't speak to each other, never looked at each other, never acknowledged each other unless absolutely necessary, it was to a point that Dudley spent most of his time away from the house or in his room, only speaking to Vernon and Petunia when they went and got him from where ever he had been hanging out, when they were upstairs, out together as a family; which still left Harry out, though by his own choice, or when they were eating.

He sighed a little as he heard Petunia unlock his door; it was mainly to keep Vernon from being suspicious about their grown relationship, and climbed out, ducking as he did so. This was another thing that sort of put him off kilter, his growth. Sure he was happy to be getting somewhat bigger then he previously was, he was still shorter than most people his age and a year younger, but he didn't understand much of it. He had asked Thana about it, but she said that it was so his magic could expand more before he went to Hogwarts while still being in his natural stature, nothing more nor less on the explanation.

He entered the kitchen and saw that Petunia was in casual yet stylish clothes that only saw the light of day if she was going out to shop for long hours of the day. This only meant one thing, she was taking him out and no matter how much fit throwing the two Dursley males did or persuasion on Harry's part would change her mind, the stubborn woman. He stood ram rod straight and hid in the shadows, making sure to make no noise with the help of his "accidental" magic, while he spied on his aunt so she wouldn't take him, really he didn't need anything she was going to get him, he could do that himself without her, but alas things weren't going to go his way.

"I know your there Harry, you can't hide from me, never could and never will" she said while not turning from packing her bag and finish making her men something to heat up later once they woke up, really it was Saturday a day to do whatever and they decide to sleep in. Harry flinched slightly at being caught, how he would probably never know, it had to be a girl things as he had been caught by many girls and women including Hermione, Luna, Ginny, Molly, Poppy, Minerva, Narcissa on one occasion, Tonks; though that was purely accidental, Pansy; surprisingly as he hadn't even communicated with her at all before that time and she had popped up out of nowhere!, and a ton of other women like Katie Bell, Amelia and Susan Bones, Pavarti and Padma Patil, and surprisingly Sibyl Trelawney, but he hadn't even done anything except hang in the background away from everyone and they saw him before anyone else and pulled him into the damn crowds! He hoped to somehow escape that damn third eye all women seem to possess one way or another and by god, or in his case by Thana, he was gonna do it!

"Alright Harry, put on your best trainers and grab your letter, we're going to Diagon Alley then to London to get you some more verity of clothing and supplies" she said before going to get the car started.

Oh he was doomed.

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"Aunt Petunia, I think I can find my away around, you don't have to do this! What if Uncle Vernon finds out and starts something?" Harry asked as they neared the Leaky Cauldron, one of the familiar sights that he so dearly missed. He didn't want his aunt with him as he didn't feel all to comfortable with her being there like a mother holding her child's hand, to that he would say that one: he certainly was not a child despite his looks, and two: she wasn't his mother so why should she be there? While in his logic thinking, Petunia drove up to a curve and parked before turning off the car.

"You can't possibly know the way even if you find it! You would be distracted by all the sights and sounds of the Wizarding World and wouldn't get your supplies in time and you'd wonder off into some dangerous parts of Diagon Alley" she said to point out some faults, "Also you leave Vernon to me, I may be smaller than him, but I have one hell of a back hand with a cast iron skillet, so if he tries anything I'll be able to protect myself" she finished before getting out of the car. Harry sighed, Merlin she was right about wondering into dangerous parts of the Alley, he really wanted to find some items in Knockturn when he got a chance, but the part about him wondering around and not getting his supplies...yeah not really likely.

Harry got out and followed his aunt to the Leaky Cauldron, his head up high while his scar was hidden with a small amount of her makeup (genius!) so no one would notice him unless he pointed it out himself and removed the makeup. They slid through the pub and made their way up to Tom at his counter, which Harry liked seeing the friendly, elder man again. Petunia didn't have a wand since she wasn't magical and Harry hadn't purchased his yet so they had to ask Tom to let them in.

"Excuse me, Sir" Petunia asked softly to get Tom's attention. The bald headed man turned to Petunia and smiled to show his gap toothy smile, though it was a bit creepy it still show his friendly nature.

"Yes what can I do for you?" He asked while laying his rag down, Harry then noticed that his hunchback was missing just like the first time, and he wondered how is it that in only two years he had a hunchback. Petunia smiled in return while pulling Harry up to her side.

"My nephew here is attending Hogwarts this year and needs to get into the Alley, I'm not magical so I can't do it myself otherwise I would" Petunia explained their situation. Tom hummed in agreement and motioned for them to follow him to the door that leads to the small back entrance to the Alley. Tom pulled his wand out and taped the bricks to activate them then stood back until they moved out of the way.

"There you go Madam" Tom said and smiled at Petunia and Harry before heading back to his bar. Harry watched him slip away in the corner of his eye while he put on the facade of a surprised child, he never got used to the spectacular beauty of the Alley when he came to it, it was like Hogwarts in that sense. He saw Petunia smiling at him before putting a hand on his back and moved him into the Alley with her.

"First stop the bank, you'll need Wizard's money, Galleons I believe they're called" Petunia mumbled the last bit to herself, though Harry heard it well enough. Harry only nodded while looking at the shops and following his aunt, he was also planning his little adventure to Knockturn while he had the chance; he doubted that Petunia would let him out of her sights while he still had the last few days left with her until he went to the express.

Once at the bank entrance, Harry looked over the warning the goblins had and smirked as he felt a small tingle of the spell that was laid among the words to see if he would hold to the warning. He heard his aunt mumble something along the lines of 'horrible creatures, always looking at people in disgust' which he thought was a little hypocritical of her since she used to do that to him, but he didn't say a peep about it as they headed into the building.

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About an hour or so later they left the bank, Harry was carrying a bag that let him have an endless amount of money in it and had packed it with as much as he could so he could get his school supplies, some extra items for his enjoyment, and so he could transfer them into Muggle pounds; which had been done once he got back up to the main floor and asked a goblin about it. Petunia was holding his letter and reading what they needed, trying to remember what shops had what after years of not being in the Alley, before steering Harry to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions and taking some galleons from his bag so she could get his books, much to his displeasure as he wanted to look for a few others as well, and left him to get fitted as this would take this longest amount of time, according to his aunt and past experiences.

He walked into the robe shop and waited for Madam Malkin to appear after the door had a jingle of a bell. He waited only a couple of minutes before the squat, white haired, old woman appeared and ushered him to a stool and started have a measuring tape go and take his measurements while a quill wrote down what those measurements were while she went to get some fabric from the back, though he thought she left mainly because of how he was dressed, baggy clothes and those clothes were in horrible condition at that. He let out a squeak as the measuring tape went though his legs to get the measurements there, but he thought about why all magical items seem to want to feel him up or try something sexual towards him, oh he started dreading the mirrors at the school as he remembered those dastardly things. He stood still when the bell jangled to signal that another costumer came in and he felt a lump form in his throat as he saw a familiar blond head of hair.

'Oh no' Harry moaned in distress, 'No! Why? Why did Draco have to appear now?' he asked himself while the quill kept scribbling away at the measurements, really how much had to be documented for a simple set of robes?

"Hogwarts, young man?" Madam Malkin asked Draco, who then nodded and had the pure-blood heir look about him until he saw Harry and lifted a eyebrow in his direction.

"Hogwarts as well?" he asked Harry coolly. Harry felt his breath hitch, Draco being civil? That was unheard of! Oh right this was the past they haven't even had that dispute yet he reminded himself.

'Hopefully we won't have a dispute and simply skip the whole rivalry thing' he reminded himself before looking directly at Draco, minding the tape that was clinging to his right leg.

"That's what the letter said" he said to the Malfoy heir and he was surprise to get a smirk back instead of a rude reply for his cheekiness.

"You have a Slytherin side in you" Draco said while he waited for Madam Malkin to come back from where ever she disappeared to while the two started talking. Harry decided to be the ignorant child of a Muggle raised family.

"Slytherin?" he asked with a tilt of his head and lifting his arms so the tape could wrap around his torso, this thing was getting on his nerves.

"You know the houses of Hogwarts right?" Draco asked while cocking an eyebrow up again.

"I only heard of them from my aunt, but not much of what they are about" Harry said and finally sighed in happiness when the tape rolled up and went to the counter.

"Are you a Mudblood?" Draco asked as he gave a small glare to Harry and set his back straighter then it was when he came in.

"I'm not Muggle-born if you mean that" Harry said while silently seething at that word. Draco seem relax slightly from his overly straight posture and seem to be a child that was just full of mannerism, much like Harry himself was after all those years of being hit upside the head for doing something unsightly or embarrassing.

"I see how is it then that you only heard about them?" the blond asked. Harry sighed mentally as he knew there was going to be a Q&A session that was about to happen.

"I was raised by my Muggle aunt and uncle" he answered, hoping he didn't have to explain, but the small dark feeling was seeping into his stomach as he remembered that this was still eleven year old Draco and not the eighteen year old Draco he had last seen before his death.

"You live with Muggles?" Draco asked, appalled by the idea of a wizard being raised by Muggles.

"Yes" Harry answered.

"Why?" Draco asked, and so began the Q&A session Harry had predicted.

"My parents died when I was a year old" he said to the child Draco.

"Can you tell me how if you're not uncomfortable with that?" Harry was a little unsure about the wording in that question as it seem to not be a standard Slytherin driven question or a child question, but rather a question that a preteen had put in a small touch of opinion in.

"According to my aunt, they were murdered" he said softly, that was still a touchy subject with him as he didn't know if he trusted Thana's claim of being his mother and with the fact that James and Lily died to protect him when they could of just let him die and live to continue on, why did they do that? It still irked him to not understand despite his years of thinking on it.

"I see" Draco looked directly at him and Harry saw a hint of apathy and sympathy for his situation, not pity and suffocating sadness or anything like it, which Harry seemed to find somewhat comforting.

"I give my condolence for your loss" Draco said, which Harry was a little taken aback from the claim. Why would Draco say that? He never met them, hell he was only a little under two months older than him, and he knew that Lucius hadn't cared if Lily and James died, so why would his son be this understanding and offer his condolence?

"Why?" Harry asked, never noticing that he had gotten off the stool or the fact that his robes had been finished during their chat, he was busy with getting an answer from Draco.

"Why, what?" the blond asked as Harry step forward, he was a good 6" shorter then Draco so when he looked up to Draco, the blond had to look down and directly into Harry's fiery, forest green eyes that showed his emotions that led him to his Gryffindor home. He heard Draco take a small intake of breath from looking into Harry's eyes.

Draco saw a inner conflict in those eyes as well as a whole hearted sadness that looked to be consuming the boy in front of him. Those eyes...they gave him a haunted look and he felt something inside him softly shatter with the over whelming emotions that he saw in those damn eyes.

"Why offer your condolence? You never knew them and you don't know me very much so...why" Harry's voice cracked a little with the emotions that he usually kept under a tight lid, but Draco had him for a loop like Petunia has done and it was making him bust a little.

Draco felt like he should hold the smaller boy, and good god was he small! He saw the petite outline then a smaller underline of muscles from the slight dip in the boy's clothing at the shoulders, add that with his tan you could easily see that he did a lot of outdoor work. Draco felt his hand twitch before he mentally scolded himself to answer the younger boy.

"Because...I could tell that no one ever said it and that...you are hurt by their death in more ways than most people are as you never knew them so...I wanted to give you some sort of apology for the cruelty of fate for not giving you the chance to have parents" Draco answered easily. What was wrong with him? He didn't act like this, it was either a prat or pure-blood heir not sophisticated, sympathizing boy that had a mentality far beyond his years, yet when he saw the boy's eyes, Draco felt a feeling of maturity enter him as he saw the older look in the boy's eyes. It was strange and he couldn't think much about it as he saw the hail storm of emotions in the boy's eyes and placed his arms around him while simply letting him relish in just being able to have comfort that he seemed to have been denied for so long.

Harry didn't cry he couldn't while he was in front of Draco or in public! He just breathed heavily and leaned into Draco's hug, an odd jester that he might have yelled at him for back in the past, but it was this Draco, the innocent, young one, that offered an apology for his misery, and he didn't think he could do that to him. He just breathed and tried to get his emotions under control while a small amount of tears filled his eyes and prickled enough to have him close them and let them slide down his face to the floor and seep into the wood, leaving two dark spots in their place. He was screaming at himself for being like this, he hadn't ever cried for the death of his parents so why should he now? He only cried when Cedric and Sirius died, the others made him completely numb so he hadn't cried for them, and he hadn't cried about the situation he had been put into. So why was he conflicted to do so now? It was overly confusing.

After a few minutes, Harry had calmed down and back away, his mask back on tightly so no extra emotions could show as he looked at Draco. The elder boy had his hands on Harry's shoulder while he was looking at him, watching and observing him like his aunt does now, and couldn't he catch a break with these people? Harry cleared his throat and gave a small smile to Draco, who smiled back; oh this was weird to him as he thinks he just formed a bond with the boy.

'Is that a bad thing?' Harry heard Thana say and Harry ignored her for the moment as Draco spoke.

"Better?" the blond asked and Harry nodded to him, not wanting to speak just yet.

"It is good to sometimes release pent up emotions otherwise you get over flown with them and it's a very negative thing to do" Draco said in a Hermione like manner, almost as if he read a text book that had this and was reciting it. Harry giggled at the comparison, but Draco didn't know it and just went on thinking that he had thought of something to brighten his mood, which in-turn made the blond smile. When Madam Malkin returned she had a bag for Draco, most likely his robes, and handed them to the blond before stating that his father took care of the expenses. She turned to Harry and told him the price of his robes so Harry could pay her and take his purchases.

Once they were done, the two went outside to the Alley and Harry heard Petunia call his name from Flourish and Blotts, signaling that it was time to get his wand and possibly a few other things from the apothecary and his inks, parchments and quills, cauldrons and maybe see if Hedwig would come into his possession, though he doubted it as he didn't want his beloved owl to be in that situation again. He waved to Draco as he had spotted his mother, Narcissa, at the other end near Gringotts, but stopped a few feet when Draco called out to him.

"I almost forgot" he said and put out his hand, "I'm Draco" he said to Harry. Harry was ready to blow the friendship thing again, but something inside him said to give him a chance and he lifted his hand before clasping it in a handshake with Draco.

"I'm Harry" he said and smiled a little to the blond who had a large smile on his face. Not a smirk or a sneer, but a smile which almost lit up his whole face.

"Well Harry, I'll to see you on the train" he said and left, waving to him as he went to Narcissa who then started talking to him. Harry blinked and wondered what he just did before heading to his aunt who just looked at him for a bit.

"Everything alright Harry?" she asked softly, her hand held the small bag of school books and hi letter. Harry nodded and started walking to Ollivander's while thinking about the handshake.

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The wand shop was still as cluttered, dirty and weird smelling as last time. Harry stood at the counter as he waited for Ollivander to show up, the loony old man would probably show up when he was least expecting it so he opted to look around a little before the man showed himself. The wands that laid out on the counter were dull looking and seemed to need a little polishing to seal the cracks that were starting to show. Harry hadn't notice the first time around that the wands were individually looked at and taken care of, fixed of small errors and polished to fill in the smallest of hazardous cracks, but now he did noticed that out of all the wands he saw, they all looked well taken care of and would last until either destroyed, snapped, or no longer usable to a witch or wizard.

'Strange how it seems that I notice more this time around' he said to himself.

'That's because you are more observant and have a deeper sense of being able to see things this time then when you were at eleven' Thana's voice came in, seems she had enough of being ignored.

'I wonder how that is'Harry said as he continued to look at the wands and the polisher that stood a little off to the side.

'Because of how you grew up, while fighting and escaping Tom you learned to look at smaller things and watched out for them, it mostly started with Draco throwing Neville's Remembrall and you chased it' Thana pointed out to him. Harry thought back a bit to his first time of going through and remembered the time he found the Mirror of Erised and when he, Ron, Hermione and Neville escaped Flitch when he accepted Draco's duel.

'Makes sensenow' he told Thana and felt her smile and hug him before slipping out of his mind to do something. It was then that Ollivander came out of nowhere and scared the daylights out of Harry and Petunia, who had been reading a book she brought with her from home.

"Harry Potter! I was wondering when you'd enter my shop. I remember your parents coming in for their wands as well, your mother's Willow 10 1/2", swishy. Very nice for charms while your father's Mahogany 11" pliable. Excellent for Transfigurations" Ollivander rambled on to Harry, which he didn't mind as he loved to hear about James and Lily as much as he could. Ollivander turned to Petunia and she went straight as a rod, face pale, and eyes wide as she remembered this man.

"Oh god no..." she said to herself mostly as Ollivander looked at her.

"Petunia Evans, now Dursley, once a young girl who was jealous of her younger sister and scorned her as well as the Magical world for 'turning our back on you' I believe that is what you said to Lily. I never thought you'd come back here and especially with your nephew" Ollivander said to her, his hair had fell over his shoulders as he leaned over his counter.

"Now a woman with a husband and a son, both seem to be right bastards in their own cases" he continued.

"Oh do shut up" Petunia said tiredly, "I know that already and I'm paying for what I did to Lily so I don't need to hear it" she said while closing her eyes and hanging her head a little in defeat. Ollivander just looked at her before smirking a little at her pain.

'A creepy, old wander maker who is also a sadist, never thought that combination would show' Harry thought to himself while feeling a little sorry for his aunt, he pitied her for Ollivander picking at her past mistakes and faults. He turned back when Ollivander brought out a box.

"The Wizard doesn't choose the wand, the wand chooses the wizard, so let's get this started" Ollivander said while opening the box.

'Let the exploding being' Harry thought to himself while he heard a chuckle in the back of his mind.

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Twelve wands*, 11 Galleons and a rather nasty hit with a book, on Ollivander's part, later and Harry had his Holly 11" and Phoenix feather, he skipped the explanation on how his and Tom's wands were brothers and how he was expected to do brilliant things because he didn't need the reminder. He and Petunia went to gather the last of his school supplies before heading to Muggle London to get whatever it was that she wanted to take him there for. He looked at the amount of Pounds and Galleons, Sickles and Knuts he still had and saw that he had a whole lot more than what was spent. He didn't remember putting in that much as it was just around 55 Galleons he put in, same with the Sickles and Knuts, so he believed that the goblins did something when transferring his Galleons into Pounds.

He felt Petunia stop the car when they arrived to their destination. Harry was confused at how they arrived in Muggle London's shopping district as he remembered he had just looked at Hedwig on her stand outside the animal shop when they passed and stopping when he saw her. He didn't ask Petunia about buying her, he was just happy with seeing her and it seemed that his bond was still running strong with her as she flew over to him and nibbled his ear softly with affection.

Petunia had stopped when she noticed that Harry was not beside her and saw the owl on his shoulder. She saw the heartwarming smile on Harry's face when the owl preened his hair and gave him an owl version of a kiss. She didn't want to break that so she headed into the shop and asking how much the owl was. The owner had looked outside to where she was pointing and smiled at her softly.

"That owl has been a bad case, snapping at people that wanted her and sulking or softly making heartbreaking hoots, now I see why she couldn't be sold. Ma'am I'm not gonna charge you anything for that owl" the owner said, "I can't because a familiar bond doesn't cost a thing" the owner confessed and simply started gathering supplies for the owl and Harry. Petunia heard of familiar bonds from Lily when she was jabbering away about a classmate finding their familiar, saying that it was hard for a witch or wizard to get their familiar and when the lucky ones did, that bond could last through even death and was priceless.

She now understood those words that her sister meant and was happy to get Harry his familiar. She had told Harry that the owl was not to come into the house unless to deliver a letter to someone or to have a letter delivered to them. Harry agreed to those terms and set Hedwig, a strange name she thought, out to fly and to hunt when they got to Muggle London. Now they were at a good clothing store that she liked and had things for a good price, not really a bargain barn or anything, they just sold really nice clothes for a pleasing price, not to high and not too low.

"Aunt Petunia, why are we here?" Harry asked as he looked at the store in distain, he really didn't want to be here even if it was to get him out of the hand-me-downs. Petunia looked at him and gave almost a predatory smile, which he gulped at once he saw.

"We are going to get you new clothes, not a whole lot right now as we don't have room, but it will be enough for when you go to Hogwarts that's for sure" Petunia told him and ushered him into the store. Harry gulped again as he was dragged into the abyss of fabrics, stitches and tags.

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"Yes these will do, he is going to a boarding school and has to have some casual clothes for off days" Petunia told the female store clerk that was helping them. Harry was standing in front of the two women with some clothes he was being forced to try on. They were clinging to his frame like a second skin and would lift ever so slightly when he moved or went to grab something; it was enough to tease even the straightest of men.

"I see, well how about these he has on and some in different colours?" the clerk asked. Petunia seemed to think on before turning to her.

"Yes, I really think the greens would work to bring out his eyes and his ribbon while some reds, blues, violets and blacks would be out tints in his hair" she told the clerk who seemed to agree with her. The clerk disappeared after looking at what size the clothes were. Petunia grabbed some of the clothes in her stack she had picked out and handed them to Harry. Harry looked at his aunt in a sulking position, really more clothes? His face asked.

"Yes now go try them on" she said and moved him into the changing room. Harry let a small sulking-hurt mix upon her before closing the door to change. He had already gone through six of them already for Christ sakes! Why did he need to put on more?

'I think you look adorable!' Thana said once she got a look at him through his eyes. Harry sulked again and started to put on a damnable shirt that seemed to have an overabundance of buttons and clasps, who wore these? They were a puzzle and he knew that most people hated puzzles so who would wear them?

'Gay guy' Thana said and Harry stop in mid buttoning and shuddered at a small breeze that hit his skin and in the thought of him being hit on by guys, not that he was going to say it to anyone about him being on the gayer side of bisexualism, but he couldn't think of people wanting him for his body or anything else, and with his scars who would?

'Don't be so negative sweetie' Thana said and hugged him, 'Who ever will capture your heart and you hold theirs will see beyond the scars and see only you' she told him, which made him a little better, it was enough to get him started on buttoning the shirt again and start the claps. When he was done he saw that it was a deep blue to bring out the tinge in his hair and had a soft design of swirling green to make his eyes and the ribbon pop. He went out to the two women and they both gasped at how he looked.

"Why you are simply gorgeous!" the clerk said and smiled at him. Harry smiled shyly and ducked his head as a blush spread across his face that was an attention he wasn't used to. Petunia simply smiled at how he looked and grabbed something in her bag that held her book before a click went off as well as a flash.

A camera Harry thought and looked up to see a small black camera in Petunia's hands. He blushed harder with the thought of her just getting his picture; he was never photogenic and ducked back into the changing room. He heard Petunia and the clerk make a sort of whining noise and asked for him to come out. Harry said not 'til Petunia put the camera away and it wasn't coming out of the bag again. Petunia agreed and he heard ruffling of the bag as the small black camera disappeared. His blush was still present and didn't want to go away as he looked up to the mirror.

What did they mean by gorgeous? All he saw was a scrawny, messy, coal, black haired boy with a couple of hideous scars and dully coloured, green eyes. What was there to be gorgeous about? He heard Thana say some things, but he didn't heed any thought to them as he changed back to his hand-me-downs and folded the store clothes, as if he would look good in this type of clothing.

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Once home, Harry went into his cupboard and laid down, rightfully drained of any energy, physically, mentally and somewhat emotionally. He heard his aunt close the front door and move the bags to the small cabinet next to the fridge, his trunk they got was crafted to shrink when touched by a wand, no spell or complicated magic needed as it was specially made for students underage. Harry was glad to have found that beauty sitting in the back of the store, so it was put up on his small shelf with the broken toys he saved and hid it in a dark corner away from the sight of Vernon. Harry heard his door lock and a small whisper of 'Good Night Harry' from Petunia before she headed upstairs. Harry laid away until he heard her door close and soon slip into a deep slumber.

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Me: Chapter 3 is done! I was happy, somewhat, with how this turned out, and yes I made it to where Draco showed up earlier then in the book so they could talk and show what I have planned for Draco to be like, no not mature in his own sense this is only when he's around Harry, this will be the same with Hermione and nothing more, the other's are still children remember that! Also yes, Harry doesn't understand how people could see him as anything, but a scrawny boy.

* I just made up a number as we never found out how many he actuality went through in the first place.