Previously, on Accepted:-

Harry walked to the door, straightening his hair before he opened it. The woman standing before him was wearing a long purple, star covered floor length dress with long sleeves. Mr Potter, I am Professor McGonagall, but, to the matter at hand, Mr Potter, I'm here to take you to Diagon Alley to get your school supplies,"

Harry was completely giddy with excitement at finally being able to find out more about the magical world. There was also a great chance, he realized, that he would be going into the actual wizarding world and would meet real wizards and witches, you couldn't exactly get wands, owls or cauldrons in Surrey's shopping centre.

"Wow, Diagon Alley that sounds so cool. How are we getting there? When are we going? Who's going?" asked Harry rather excitedly, blushing as he worried that his new teacher would think him an idiot.

Her eyes sparkled. "Mr Potter, you remind me of someone, your father in fact," she told him. "But I'm finding it a bit cold out here, can I come in and have a seat?"

Harry looked horrified, how could he have left her at the door and forgotten to invite Professor McGonagall. "O…o…o…of course," stammered Harry. "I'm sorry, take a seat, Professor,"

He lead her through into the dining room, as both the living room and the kitchen were currently occupied by a Dursley.

"Before we leave, I have a few things to tell you, they are things most of our world know, and they are about you, Mr Potter, however, I can't imagine you'll have found about them from your aunt and uncle. Now, what knowledge do you have of the magical world?" she asked, while looking down at him through oval glasses.

Harry thought for a while. "Well, there's a school called Hogwarts which I'm going to, it starts on the 1st of September, and, um… I think that's it," he told her.

Professor McGonagall's eyebrows shot up, she was clearly shocked at this. "This is all you know of your world? Do you have any knowledge of your parents?" she asked.

"Sorry, but that's all I know, I found it out from the letter, Aunt Petunia said to ask somebody magical if I asked her any questions. The only thing about my parents I know is that they were killed in a car crash when they were drunk, but, the only thing about that is, since I found out I was a wizard, I was doubtful about them dying a car accident, because there's a chance their wizards also and I didn't think wizards could die in car crashes," he paused for breath and looked up at the deputy headmistress, as though scared she would tell him off for doubting his Aunt and Uncle, however the opposite was true, as he saw the look of shock on his teachers face that he had gotten quite accustomed to seeing by now.

"Harry," she started, in a gentler tone than before. "Your parents were called Lily and James Potter, I taught them and had the pleasure of knowing them. They were most certainly not drunks," she continued, her lip curling upwards in disgust at what the muggles had told Harry. "Lily was beautiful, with bright red hair and eyes exactly like yours. She was top of many of her classes, as well as having lots of friends from all the houses. James had lots of friends as well, he was incredibly loyal. He was very good at transfiguration, which is what I teach and he was also good at the wizarding sport we have at Hogwarts, Quidditch. He played for his house team." She paused.

Harry gave her a sad smile. "Wow, they sounded great, I wish they hadn't died in that car accident," said Harry.

"Well, you see Harry that's the thing," explained Professor McGonagall. "Your parents most certainly did not die in a car accident, in fact I doubt your father's even been in one. When you were born, You Know Who-"

"But I don't know who," interrupted Harry, as he was rather confused at why she wasn't using his real name.

Professor McGonagall sighed, and then began again. "Very well, Mr Potter, You Know Who is a name for… Voldemort. When you say the name, we are reminded of the terrible times he inflicted upon us. He was very powerful around the time you were born, and decided to go after you, for reasons I do not know. You parents went into hiding with you," she paused, and Harry swore he could see her eyes watering. "However, their whereabouts was betrayed to You Know Who, he came to your house in Godric's Hollow a few weeks after your first birthday, and…and… he killed your parents, Harry. But, then, he went to kill you, casting the killing curse straight at you. It reflected straight back at him, you survived and banished Voldemort, making you incredibly very famous, and are known as The Boy Who Lived, saviour of our world," she finished.

Harry was shocked, and speechless for a moment, before saying "But how is it a killing curse, if it didn't kill me?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

She sighed, and then said "But that's just it though Harry, nobody knows - the killing curse has always killed the people it's been cast at, you're the only exception. It's why the world which you don't know anything about regards you so highly," she told him.

"Thank you for telling me, Professor," thanked Harry with a grave look. "I'm really interested in finding out more about the wizarding world,"

She smiled again. "And you will be able to do so even better Mr Potter, once we get there, we just have to pick a muggleborn up so she can also get her school supplies. I thought it was best to discuss these things in private. Be warned, though, everybody will know you because of your fame. We're going to walk to the end of the street, then I'll apparate you to Hermione's house, either I or another head of house take muggleborns and muggle raised children to Diagon Alley, as their parents won't know where it is. Apparating is a type of wizarding travel, it lets you disappear from one place, and appear in another place. Come on then," she explained, and then stood up as she finished.

Harry stood up as well and followed her to the door, when she paused. "I had better tell your relatives that I'm taking you, I wouldn't want them to worry," she realized.

"Oh, don't worry about them, they won't care," Harry pointed out.

Professor McGonagall looked slightly worried about this statement, but chose to make no comment, instead wondering into the living room where Uncle Vernon was sat in front of the television, and informing him where they were going. Harry heard this met with a grunt, and wondered why she hadn't just believed him that they wouldn't care.

Harry opened the front door as Professor McGonagall emerged from the living room, muttering something about 'horrible muggles'. They walked out the door together and down the street, when they got to the end of the street, she grabbed his hand and they reappeared in front of a posh looking Victorian house in the suburbs.