Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Future Diary, any resemblance to any other Harry Potter or Future Diary fan fiction is coincidental and plagiarism is not intended. No flames please constructive criticism only.

AN: I apologise for any spelling or grammar mistakes I have missed

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After a plane trip and some help from contacts of Minene's, she and Harry had arrived in Britain. She was still wearing her wig and contacts in order to keep herself from being recognised.

They had arrived at the London safe house and had dumped their stuff there. It was a decently sized place in the shadier part of London's East End. The contact was smuggling in some explosives and would deliver them later.

After they had settled in Minene after touching up her disguise took Harry went looking for the Leaky Cauldron. By some stroke of luck they stumbled across a man in funny looking robes and Harry asked him for directions, he had told them where they could find the pub. That was how the two found themselves looking at the pub in question.

"What a shit hole" Minene commented after a few seconds of examining the place.

"Might as well go inside" Harry sighed and pushed the door open.

His guardian followed him inside and the two saw that the inside was very dark and shabby. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old barman, who was bald and looked almost like a walnut.

The two approached the bar and walked up to the barkeep.

"Yo Barkeep we're look for Professor McGonagall is she here?" Minene asked while keeping a look out just in case someone recognised her.

"The names Tom" He introduced "She's over there with the muggles"

"Muggles?" Minene raised an eyebrow questioningly

"Non-magical folk" Tom clarified

Tom pointed to a group of four people and standing next to a bushy haired girl around Harry's age along with what Harry assumed was her parents, was a tall black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern expression on her face.

"Yeesh the old bat looks like she's never been laid in her life" Minene commented under her breath.

"Thanks a lot I didn't need those mental images" Harry muttered back, this caused Minene to also shudder at the image which now invaded her mind's eye.

"Agree to forget?" she asked

"Done" Harry agreed.

The two sighed and approached the woman she turned to face them and her eyes widened slightly upon looking at Harry.

"Ah, can I assume that you are Ms Uryu?" She asked politely

"Yeah that's me" Minene confirmed keeping a wary eye on the bushy girl and her parents.

"I am Professor Minerva McGonagall" The Professor introduced herself "I am the deputy headmistress at Hogwarts, as well as the transfiguration teacher as well as the head of Gryffindor house"

"And you are Harry then?" The professor asked avoiding using his last name, not wanting to cause a riot.

"Yep that's me" Harry replied "And I know my name but I'd prefer to be called Harry Uryu if it's all the same to you"

"Very well Mr Uryu" she conceded

"So how do the kids get to the school?" Minene asked

"They go on the Hogwarts express which leaves from platform nine and three quarters on the first of September." McGonagall explained "In order to enter the platform you must walk directly at the solid metal ticket box that divides Platforms Nine and Ten."

Minene stored that information away for later. Now that she knew how to get to the school she just needed to know how to pay for supplies and where to get those supplies, then she and Harry could ditch the old hag.

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McGonagall had taken them aside to a quiet corner of the Leaky Cauldron and silently cast a few spells before putting her wand away.

"There now we shouldn't be overheard" she said "Now there is something you must know Mr Uryu. Harry Potter is a household name in our world, the reason for this is that you survived the killing curse. It is a dark spell that does just what the name implies; there is no known counter curse or effective shield against it. Yet somehow you not only survived it but sent it back at a particularly dark wizard by name of….Lord Voldemort. It is because of this that you became the Boy-Who-Lived. Back in those days he and his followers the Death Eaters who were originally named the Knights of Walpurgis leads reign of terror against the wizarding world"

"That's a ridiculous name for a group" Minene snorted derisively "Knights of Walpurgis at least tries to sound cool but 'Death Eaters'? I know guys who'd shoot themselves before joining a group with a name like that"

McGonangall frowned but continued as though she had not been interrupted.

"Last time Lord Voldemort was in power he started a war that almost brought our world to its knees." McGonagall went on "But to this day people still call him You Know Who out of fear"

"So why did he come to kill my parents that night?" Harry asked ignoring his big sisters grin having a sneaking suspicion that she was not going to let the Boy Who Lived thing go probably ever.

"I don't know, no one really does, perhaps he simply wanted your parents out of the way or perhaps he thought he could persuade them over to his side. While he was arrogant He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was an exceptionally skilled and charismatic wizard when he wanted to be and he was very skilled with magic especially when it came to the dark arts. I along with a few others do believe that Lord Voldemort is not dead yet as much as people would like to believe so."

"So you think this asshole is still alive?" Minene asked "So where is he?"

"We have no proof that he is still alive" McGonagall replied "And I doubt that the ministry would do anything without solid irrefutable proof. They have a tendency to bury their heads in the sand unless they can see the problem. Furthermore we have no idea where he is, if he is alive."

"So what proof do you have that he's alive then?" Minene growled with annoyance

"At the height of his power Lord Voldemort feared few things the prominent amongst them was the Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and Dying. We have reports from spies amongst his followers that he was obsessed with gaining immortality and had even found a way to live without a body. But we never confirmed those reports."

Harry and Minene were silent for a few moments allowing the information to sink in.

"So to recap I'm famous for defeating this guy when I was a year old and you think he's still out there somewhere am I right so far?" Harry asked

"Yes you are correct" McGonagall said shakily

"But how can someone live without a body that's impossible isn't it?" Harry asked

"You will find Mr Uryu that magic when stretched to its limits is capable of some of the most beautiful and foul things you can imagine. Particularly when used by someone as depraved as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. But what kind of magic could allow for such a thing I'm afraid I cannot say, such things lie outside my realm of expertise" McGonagall explained

"Now then let's get going shall we? There are lots of things to buy and we are on a tight schedule." McGonagall became a bit brighter now that the subject was no longer being discussed.

The old professor suddenly stood up and the two followed her through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a dustbin and a few weeds. There was a bushy haired girl and her parents waiting for them. Apparently the girls name was Hermione Granger. Harry observed that she was bossy yet had a craving for knowledge.

That probably meant she would be great for research, Harry made a mental note to keep an eye on her just in case he needed her brain for research purposes.

Professor McGonagall took out her wand and tapped the wall three times with it. The brick she had touched quivered – it wriggled – in the middle, a small hole appeared – it grew wider and wider – a second later they were facing an arch-way on to a cobbled street which twisted and turned out of sight.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley"

Harry and Minene thought they'd gone back in time as they walked past buildings that were built in a Victorian style. There were shops that sold cauldrons, pets, wands, books and various other items both essential for school and otherwise. Harry could see the gears turning in his older sister's head. She was definitely thinking about something judging by the glint that Harry could see in her eye.

"Say professor are there places that you recommend avoiding?" she asked "You know shady places that might do dirty dealings and other such not so legal business"

"Yes there is Knockturn Alley it has many less than reputable places unfortunately all are sure to keep just within the law. They've learned to spot investigators into their practices and are thus able to hide the illegal items and services from sight." McGonagall replied offhandedly pointing to a dark and dingy passageway between shops that were off to the left "Why the ministry does not simply shut the place down I'll never know. Bribes most likely."

Harry could tell that his older sister had just made a mental note of that. Most likely to visit the place later to see what it offered. Suddenly he felt Minene nudge him, he looked at her and watched her eyes flick in the direction of McGonagall's pocket.

Harry sighed and using his well refined pickpocketing skills he withdrew an envelope from McGonagall's pocket. He opened it and pulled out a small golden key along with a note and list of shops. The note indicated that the key was for Harry's vault at Gringotts.

"What is it?" Minene murmured so that only Harry could hear.

Luckily McGonagall was too wrapped up in answering Hermione's questions to notice that anything had happened.

"It's a list of shops and a key to a vault in the bank" Harry whispered back

"Convenient."

Harry had rarely seen his big sister grin wider than she had been at that moment. She quickly snatched the key, the list and the note away from him then she gently sealed the envelope and put it back in McGonagall's pocket.

Professor McGonagall suddenly came to an abrupt halt as Hermione began rapidly asking her questions. Harry and Minene took this opportunity to slip away into the crowd unnoticed by the Professor and the Grangers.

"Alright first we'll go to this bank Gringotts and then we'll get your stuff and then to Knockturn Alley to what special services they provide" Minene listed off with a chuckle

"This should be interesting at least" Harry said as they approached a large area in the alley.

They looked saw that Gringotts was a snowy-white building which towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was some sort of creature that Harry assumed was a goblin.

The goblin was about a head shorter than Harry. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Harry noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside.

Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn,

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there

A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins on brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these.

Suddenly the Goblins all abruptly paused in their work and stared at the duo. They could hear the Goblins whispering to each other.

"You can feel that presence on those two right?"

"Of course it's him no doubt about it"

"How did THAT happen?"

"That's one to keep an eye on"

"What in Guntera's sacred beard is HE doing involving himself with a human?"

The whispers along that nature continued even as Minene and Harry made for a counter. The guards around the bank were now noticeably more alert than they had been and were following Harry and Minene with their eyes cautiously.

"Excuse me" Minene greeted a free goblin. "We'd like to withdraw some money from Harry Potter's vault"

"And do you have his key, Madam?" The goblin asked with polite caution in his tone.

Harry withdrew the tiny golden key that he'd pilfered from McGonagall.

The goblin took it and examined it closely.

"That seems to be in order." The goblin said after he finished examining the key "I will have someone take you down to your trust vault. Griphook!'

Griphook was yet another goblin who wandered over to them. Minene and Harry followed Griphook towards one of the doors leading off the hall. Griphook held the door open for them. Harry, who had expected more marble, was surprised.

They were now in a narrow stone passageway that was lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downwards and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Griphook whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks towards them. They climbed in and were off. At first they just hurtled through a maze of twisting passages.

Harry didn't bother trying to remember they had taken too many turns to memorise. The rattling cart seemed to know its own way, because Griphook wasn't steering.

Harry's eyes would have stung as the cold air rushed past them if not for his training with FARC when he was younger. He briefly thought he saw a burst of fire at the end of a passage and turned around to see if it was a dragon, but he was too late as they had plunged even deeper, passing an underground lake where huge stalactites and stalagmites grew from the ceiling and floor.

Eventually the cart stopped at last beside a small door in the passage wall. The three disembarked and Griphook handed Minene the lamp. Harry gave Griphook the key and the goblin approached the vault.

Griphook unlocked the door. A large amount of green smoke came billowing out, and when it cleared, Minene whistled. Inside were enormous mounds of gold coins. Huge columns of silver. Heaps of little bronze Knuts.

"The gold ones are Galleons" Griphook explained. "Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle, simple enough"

Harry walked inside of the vault and gathered up as many of the Gold Galleons and silver Sickles as he could and stuffed them into a bag that he had been carrying.

"That's a lot of gold and silver" Minene commented with a devious grin.

"Not really" Griphook said offhandedly "This is only the trust vault, it contains approximately nought point nought one percent of the Potter family fortune"

Minene and Harry looked at the goblin with surprise.

"So how much were my parent's worth?" Harry asked bewilderment

"Hmmm our last estimates put the Potter fortune at…"Griphook passed for moment "fifty million pounds sterling"

Harry looked at Griphook for a few seconds before coming to a decision.

"I have a proposal for you Griphook"

The goblin raised an eyebrow in intrigue.

"I would like the Goblins to invest some of the money in my vault. In exchange Gringotts can take twenty five percent of the profit made while the rest goes to me."

"Twenty five percent is most generous Mister Potter, more generous than most of the pureblood families would be willing to give. Gringotts will be happy to accommodate your request." Griphook replied with a greedy grin "Is there anything else that I can help you with?"

"I'd like you supply my big sister here with a means to access the money in my vault." Harry said "She's my legal guardian and I trust her above all others."

"Very well she will be given access as you say" Griphook affirmed "Is there any other business you wish to attend to?"

"Yes I want you set her up with a safe house here in Britain that can't be found by muggles but she can find" Harry requested "I'll pay extra for muggle and magical luxuries"

"It shall be done a Gringotts representative shall contact you by the end of the week to set everything up" Griphook said "The cost shall be deducted from your vault, the total is approximately three hundred and fifty thousand galleons"

"That's fine" Harry said back "Our business is finished thank you Griphook"

With that finished the three exited the vault which Griphook sealed and got onto the magical cart which then sped off towards the surface.

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In the Cathedral of Causality Deus sat on his throne overlooking the events.

"It's nice to know that goblins haven't forgotten me" Deus commented.

"Well it is kind of hard to forget when the God of Time and Space staggers drunk and naked into your bank, singing old Norse war sagas while angrily dual wielding a pair of your own peoples custom made battle axes." Murmur quipped dryly

"Ah yes I remember that now" Deus said scratching his chin reminiscing "Good times."

"You realise that it was your drinking problem that got you into this whole dying mess in the first place right?" Murmur pointed out

"I did not and do not have a problem" Deus grumbled pulling out a firewhiskey and downing the entire bottle quickly "I can quit any time I want."

He then proceeded to pull of six more bottles and began emptying them of their contents one by one. Murmur meanwhile simply sweat-dropped at her boss.

"Oh brother who'd ever imagine that not only does god suck at chess but he's got the universes biggest drinking problem"

"I DUN HUAVE A PROBLESH" Deus roared already inebriated "I CAN QUIT AT ANDY TIME BDAMN YUSH"

"Sorry boss I speak a lot of languages but drunk ain't one of 'em" Murmur said

"screvw ayou" Deus said now completely wasted after his twelfth firewhiskey before falling off to sleep.

"Yeesh boss you need to learnt to lay off the booze" Murmur sighed gathering up all of the remaining firewhiskey "Now to hide this stuff where he can't find it"

Murmur promptly vanished to hide the magical alcohol where her boss couldn't get at it. It only caused trouble whenever he got his hands on this stuff. Magical alcohol was the only stuff that could get Deus drunk ordinary alcohol just didn't do it.

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After their bank business was finished Minene and Harry were back in the Alley and had crossed most of the stuff off of their list, He only needed a wand, a pet and some robes now. Minene also insisted that they at some point visit Knockturn Alley to see if they had any special services available.

Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

Harry entered Madam Malkin's shop alone, feeling nervous. Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.

"Hogwarts, dear?" she said, when Harry started to speak. 'Got the lot here, another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."

In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head and began to pin it to the right length.

"Hello" said the boy, "Hogwarts too?"

"Yup" Harry confirmed.

"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands,' said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first-years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

Harry was had the sudden urge to throw the boy into a pit of angry scorpions

"Have you got your own broom?" the boy went on.

"No" said Harry.

"Play Quidditch at all?"

"No" Harry said again, wondering what on earth Quidditch could be.

"I do – Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"

"No" said Harry,

"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been – imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"

"Don't know depends on how it affected my learning magic" said Harry

"So where are your parents?" the boy asked

"They're dead," Harry replied shortly "My big sister takes care of me now"

"Oh, sorry," said the blonde ponce, not sounding sorry at all. "You're sister is our kind is she?'

"No she doesn't have magic but I do" Harry replied with boredom in his tone.

"What so you're a mudblood?" the boy exclaimed and recoiled away from Harry as if he was something hideous.

Harry knew an insult when he heard one and Minene did as well. The last thing they needed was for his sister's infamously short temper to manifest itself. Harry wasn't really bothered by the insult as he had been called much worse, and mudblood sounded like a childish insult anyway. Minene however did not tolerate insults especially from snot nosed kids.

So in order to keep their cover and save the boy's life, Harry quickly got him into a headlock and gave him an extremely hard noogie. It wasn't too long before some blood leaked from the top of his head.

"My father will hear about this" he threatened "You'll be out of Hogwarts before you can step into the doors. You'll see"

With that the boy hopped down from the footstool and ran out of the door. Though whether he knew it or not Harry had just saved the idiots life. He could see his sister with a satisfied grin on her face. Harry sighed a let Madam Malkin get to work. Soon they bought the robes and left the store.

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Next on the list was a wand so they had to go to the wand store they needed to visit it in order to acquire a wand. So they made their way down the alley.

"So where do we get the wands?" Harry asked

"Some place called Ollivanders" Minene relied stowing the list of shops away.

Finally they found the store. It was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as

they stepped inside.

It was a tiny place, empty except for a single spindly chair which Minene sat on, giving a small glare to Harry in order to kill any protests he might have. Harry looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of his neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.

"Good afternoon" said a soft voice.

Harry jumped slightly surprised at how all his years of training with FARC that someone had snuck up on him. Minene must have jumped, too, because there was a loud noise of banging wood and she got quickly off the spindly chair. An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Hello" said Harry awkwardly.

"Ah yes" said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter" "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."

"My is Harry Uryu Mr Ollivander" Harry corrected the old man "I would appreciate if you used that name when addressing me"

"Very well Mr Uryu"

Mr Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. Harry could see himself reflected in the old man's misty eyes.

"And that's where ..." Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, white finger.

"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it" he said softly "Thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands ... Well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do ..."

'Well now Mr Uryu. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"

"I'm ambidextrous but I prefer my right hand" Harry explained, he used to favour his right hand but his FARC instructor quickly kicked that out of him by breaking his right hand and forcing him to learn to use both hands at once.

"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head.

"Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr Uryu." Ollivander said as the measurements continued. "We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."

Harry suddenly realised that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own much to his sister's amusement, he could hear her clearly snickering. Mr Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.

"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. 'Right then, Mr Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave.'

Harry took the wand and waved it around a bit, but Mr Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.

"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try-" Harry tried – but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Ollivander.

"No, no – here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."

Harry tried it and tried it and tried another but he had no idea what Mr Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.

"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere – I wonder, now, yes, why not, unusual combination holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth shoot up through his fingers and up his arm. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. Minene grinned to herself like the cat that ate the canary.

"Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good." Ollivander cried "Well, well, well ...

how curious ... how very curious ..."

He put Harry's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering,

"Curious ... curious ..."

"What's curious" Harry asked Ollivander who had fixed Harry with his pale stare.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr Uryu. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather – just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother, why its brother gave you that scar.'

Harry breathed out deeply but otherwise felt unsurprised, for a moment he felt Deus may have a hand in this but the realised that this wasn't really his style. Deus was much more subtle than this when he felt doing something. Though for some reason Harry swore that could hear a drunken laughing in the back of his mind for some reason but he quashed it as Ollivander had started talking again.

"Yes, thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember ... I think we must expect great things from you, Mr Potter ... After all, He Who Must Not Be Named did great things – terrible, yes, but great."

"So what else can you tell me about wands?" Minene asked "Can the kid practice outside of school?"

"No each wand made has what is called the Trace on them" Ollivander explained "It tells the ministry the location of any magic used in the wands vicinity"

Minene nodded at the information.

'Yeah we're going to have that gotten rid of as soon as possible, if the look on her face is any indication' Harry thought to himself.

"Well we're done here" Minene said "Pay the man and let's go."

Harry paid Ollivander seven galleons and left the store with Minene.

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Minene and Harry drifted between stores, getting his cauldron and other miscellaneous items that were required for Hogwarts. Eventually they came to Eeylops Owl Emporium and bought an owl. Though Minene insisted that Harry find an alternate means of communicating with her as soon as possible because an owl flying in and out a place would draw a lot of attention.

After this was done Minene and Harry went to Knockturn Alley and purchased a small golden medallion that was charmed to prevent the wearer from being recognised by people they did not wish to recognise them. They had to look quite hard and pay a pretty penny but the Trace was removed from Harry's wand by a specialist shop called Nick, Nack and Shivers, which sold all sorts of items as well as provided extra services like Trace removal for a fee of course.

So with their business now finished they left Diagon Alley to return to the safe house. The goblins would owl them with the location of the new safe house, that they had prepared. As the shopkeeper had promised Minene was not recognised by anyone who otherwise should have when she was wearing the medallion. She even went up to a police officer and spoke to him directly and he didn't recognise her at all, facially and or vocally.

Minene chuckled at how things would be much easier with the cops unable to recognise her. She was so happy that she ignored most of Harry's smartass remarks on the way back home.

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AN: And here it is chapter 3. The train and the sorting are next see you all then.