Whabam, Power The Dark Lord Knows Not Chapter 4 sorryfornotposting,ihadnowifi, a harry potter fanfic

A.N/ Guys, sorry this took so long to upload compared to the other two, we had no internet. This chapter is a shopping chapter, and I tried not to go too into it, because I know that gets boring. Concerning Celia and Tee, I will explain them very soon, either this chapter or next. Do you guys want a slash in this story? And if so, who with?

Btw, to the shiety reviewer, im going to assume you can read, so read the summary. It says Dumbledore bashing, so put two and two together. I am going to emphasise the fact that this story is for my own enjoyment, and if it something doesnt please you about it, dont read it. If you have helpful feedback, that will assist me in making the story better, please let me know. Thank you to all the people who followed and read, and i apologise again for the long wait.

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As they walked around Diagon Alley, Harry grinned at the weight of the gold filled bag in his pocket. Today was quite a day for him, because as long as he could remember, he'd always had to wear Dudley's hand me downs, and NO ONE could make those look good. He would finally get his own things, which no one else could share; his own clothes that fit him, his own books, his own PET maybe. Beaming the whole time, Harry followed Celia and Tee around the alley. The two were talking about something regarding potions ingredients but Harry had managed to just zone them out into a faint sort of buzzing noise.

They walked around the alley for a bit, before they stopped in front of a store called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Finishing their conversation, they turned to face Harry.

"Harry," Celia said softly. "We're going to split up a bit here. Tee has some things he needs to go purchase, and you and I will go buy all the essentials. We can come back another time and get all the extra things we don't need quite yet. Does that sound alright to you?" She said, pocketing a list of groceries.

Harry bobbed his head, still quite enthusiastic about the prospect of fitting clothes. Tee waved goodbye to them as he walked away. They were to meet up in the Leaky Cauldron in three hours, giving them ample time to wander around a bit and buy things.

Celia took Harry into the store, the door chiming as they walked in. There were a few customers being served, and Harry looked around at the cloaks suspended on the walls for display. So it's social norm for people to wear these things... Harry thought. This explained a lot.

A middle aged woman bustled over to them, wringing her hands together. She seemed a little bit distracted by something rather, and quickly turned around, yelling at someone to try and salvage something. Turning back to face them, she forced a friendly smile on her face.

"Hello dears, what can I get you for?"

Looking at Harry in case he wanted to take over, and seeing him shake his head, Celia started,

"Oh, if we could just get a set of robes for my son please, that would be lovely. Just some casual black ones, and maybe a semi-formal set as well please."

The lady nodded the whole time, and smiled at them again.

"Sure thing dearies, this way please, we just need to measure you up," she said to Harry, who gulped a bit. He'd never actually been measured before, and was still highly uncomfortable with physical contact, even from Celia and Tee. It made his guts twist around themselves, but he decided to put on a brave face and proceed. They followed the lady to a platform of sorts, and the woman whipped out a tape measure, leaving it floating in the air.

The measurer came to life, and started floating around and measuring all over Harry. Celia caught up a conversation with the woman about politics or something boring, and they only stopped when Harry made a noise of protest as the tape measure was measuring his hair strands. With a flick of her wand, the woman banished it, and went over to get some fabrics.

Holding them up against Harry's chest, she showed each fabric to Celia, looking for approval. They decided on a plain black colour for the casual robes, and a deep intense emerald colour for the semi-formal, to bring out Harry's eyes more. Once this was done, the woman led the back to the front of the store, telling them to come back in 30-45 minutes for their finished items.

Leaving the store, Harry shook himself out a bit, still uncomfortable from that mildly confronting situation. He took Celia's extended hand hesitantly, and followed her further down the main road. They walked for a bit as Celia peered in the shops, referring to her shopping list, and finally stopped at a shop called Flourish and Blotts, which appeared to be a book store. Walking in, Harry was astounded at the sheer number of books inside. Again, he was unfamiliar with the names of most of the things, but was still captured by them none the less.

Wandering around, Harry was told that he could get as many books as he wanted. Filled with a new kind of joy, he ran around looking at the books. Several caught his attention, such as Magical Beasts and Where to Find Them, Potions for the Phierce Hearted, Potions for Beginners, A Beginners Guide to Defensive Magic, Hogwarts- A History, and Amazing Animagus, among other books. He wandered over to Celia, his arms full with the books he wanted, and plonked them in her slightly filled basket. It seemed to adjust to the new books, and slightly grow. Huh. Neat trick, Harry thought.

Celia looked through Harry's books and frowned a bit

"Some of these look a little advanced Harry..." She murmured. Harry looked at her desperately, with the cutest puppy dog eyes he could muster up. "But I get knowing won't hurt you," she said, giving in.

"Yaay!" Harry cheered, drawing some disapproving glances from the other customers.

Celia told him to go look in the charms and transfiguration section, as she and Tee wanted him to know about all the things. As she was in the history section, she put a couple books in for Harry herself.

From the charms and transfiguration section, Harry selected Charms for Champions, Standard Level Charms: 1, Turning a Prince into a Toad, and Milley's Guide To Transfiguration. On his way over Celia, Harry noticed a thick book called Twitching with the Fabrics of Time. For some reason, this caught his attention, and Harry added it to the pile.

As Celia was finished too, they went up to the counter and paid. Placing a small mound of Galleons on the counter, they took their books in a shrunk package, and Celia slipped it into her pocket for when they got home.

Walking around Diagon Alley was actually really interesting, as it was filled with such a rich exciting atmosphere that Harry had never seen before. The magic in the air was palpable, and even on a weekday, like today, there were swarms of people in the Alley. Street vendors were selling foods on the sides of shops, like Deep Fried Newts. Looking in the stores, Harry saw broomsticks, and magical animals, and potions ingredients, and magical furniture. He even saw what he thought was a store selling whale fetus brains. Harry heard a woman walk past saying,

"Five Galleons to fix my wand? The old man's going crazy, I swear!" Looking up to Celia, Harry noticed she was scanning her list. Poking her elbow as politely as possible, he caught her attention.

"Celia?" he said, tentatively. "Could I maybe get a wand today? Its just that you and Tee have one, and I would quite like to be able to perform magic too.." he said, trailing off.

"Oh, Harry! Of course you can get a wand, I was just thinking about doing that, actually. We'll pop over to Ollivander's and get you a wand." She said, turning around and taking Harry with her.

They walked into an old store that was old and thin on the exterior, and had the words Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC written on the door. The store was completely devoid of customers, but wands aren't something you need to regularly buy. The walls were lined with thin boxes, and everything was covered in a thin layer of dust.

"Hrmmm... I wonder if he's still in here," she muttered, glancing around the shop.

"Ollivander! Could we please get assistance out the front?" She called out loudly. A loud shuffling sound came from the back of the shop and a man called out,

"Of course, I'll be with you in a second! Just let me... AH!" Several crashing noises came out, jumping Harry and Celia. An old man with greying hair hobbled out of the back of the shop, cranking out his back. Wincing, he looked up at them.

"Oh, apologies about that, there was a slight poxy infestation in the back that I just had to deal with. Got rid of the blighters, no worries," he said, looking viciously to the back of the store. Fully facing the pair, he squinted at them a bit.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with you. Are you from around here?" He asked, not seeing through the ring's disguises. Celia looked at Harry, giving him that 'Let me handle this' look that most parents seemed to have.

"Ahah, yes, you are very observant. My son and I,' Celia said, laughing softly and clasping Harry's shoulder firmly, "Are actually from... Manchester! We've just moved in not too far away, and needed a new wand for him. So, don't feel bad about not recognising us," she said, faltering a little bit. Harry played the part and smiled happily at the suspicious old man.

Ollivander straightened up, and relaxed a bit.

"Oh, of course Madam, just getting to know the locals. Welcome to London. Shall we try find a new wand for the young master?" He said, walking over to the shelves.

"Which is your wand hand?" he asked Harry.

"Um, I'm right handed, if that's what you mean." Ollivander nodded at this. He leaned over his shoulder, and stared at Harry for a bit.

"Um..." Harry fidgeted, feeling uncomfortable under the strong gaze of the man. Celia tightened her grip on his shoulder, telling him to calm down.

"I'm just trying to work out what core would suit you best, young sir," Ollivander explained, looking away. The old man was silent for a moment, not moving until Celia cleared her throat loudly.

"Ah, yes... I'll be honest with you two. I am usually quite a good guess at what core would suit what person, but with you, young master, I have absolutely no idea." What if there isnt a wand for me? What if I cant pick any of them? Harry fretted. Almost as if hearing Harry's thoughts, the old man creaked,

"The wand chooses the wizard my boy." He gave Harry another searching look, before giving up.

"Oh well, nothing wrong with doing it the old fashioned way. Come over here, and wave your hand around the shelves. If you feel anything calling out to you, tell me and we'll have a look."

Harry walked over to the shelves and waved his hands around slowly, trying to feel anything reaching out to him. He did this for a minute or so, walking all around the store, until he felt something tiny pulling him towards the store counter. Walking up to it, he stuck his hand out, following the pull. The two adults looked mildly confused at this, as all the visible wands were in the walls.

Still following the pull, Harry pulled open one of the draws. Inside was a single thin box. The pull coming from it was obviously what Harry felt. As he lifted the box out of the drawer for everyone to see, Ollivander gave a sharp gasp. Looking up to the old man, he held out the box.

"That one, m'boy?" Harry nodded firmly. Ollivander walked over, and opened the box for Harry to see. He handed him the stick, and as Harry took it a warm feeling rushed all through his body and red and green sparks erupted from the end of the wand. Turning to face Ollivander, grinning widely again, not for the first time today, the smile was wiped of his face as he saw that both the adults were frozen solid where they stood.

Oh no, this is just like with the Dursleys'! Harry thought. Putting the wand down on the counter, he ran out to the shop window, and muffled a scream as he saw that people in the immediate area of the shop were frozen too. Luckily there weren't many people around to see it, so hopefully no one would notice. Running back to the counter, Harry gripped the wand tight to his chest, and wished that everyone would go back to moving. His heart slowed down when Ollivander and Celia began moving normally again.

"Oh, yes this is definitely the right one for you. 11 inches long, holly with phoenix feather. Curious though... Very curious..." Ollivander murmured, putting the empty box away.

Celia stepped up.

"Sorry, but what's curious?" His eyes flicking up to her, and then darting to Harry and his new wand, the man explained.

"Well, I remember all the people who visit my store, and all the wands ive ever sold, and that wand in particular is special. It is special because of the core inside it. That wand contains a phoenix feather, specifically a phoenix feather of a bird called Fawkes. Usually those types of birds only ever give out one feather, but Fawkes was unusual. Fawkes gave me two feathers. I used them both in wands, and made two brother wands. These two wands will always have a connection. One of those wands is very famous, you see. It is the wand of the Dark Lord, You-Know-Who. It was a very powerful wand, and it just interests me to see you buy that wand, considering that it's brother almost killed Harry Potter. Gave him a nasty scar instead. Very curious..." The old man muttered again.

Harry was frozen solid in his sneakers, slightly terrified from that story. Celia was a little bit angry, but was still dedicated to her part.

"Oh, well what a coincidence. How much for the wand, Ollivander?" she asked briskly, but politely.

Snapping out of his faze, he coughed.

"Oh, uh 7 galleons please."

Paying him the adequate money, she let Harry get familiar with his wand while she also purchased a wand holder for him. Walking out of the store one wand, and one wand holster richer, they had done quite well. Harry was still very quiet though. Noticing this, Celia took him aside and looked at him sadly.

"Harry, do not worry about what that man said. It has happened, it has been done. There is nothing you or I could do to reverse that man's deeds. Yes, your mother and father were killed by him, and yes he did try to kill you too, but you know this. I know it is hard, but remember- no matter where you go Harry, there will always, always. Be people who love you. People who will help you," she said. A single tear rolled down Harry's check, as he mourned his parents. Seeing this, Celia grasped him in a tight hug. With a shuddering breath, she said,

"Harry, I know this will sound weird, but I understand. Voldemort has taken things from me too, and has forced me from the things I love most in my life. The best thing to do is to move on and find new things to love. Of course we will always remember them, and miss them, but we won't do them any good by just crying over them." She said, releasing him from the hug. Wiping a stray tear from his face, she smiled at him.

"Come on, my little warrior, let's go get some ice cream. We can finish the shopping later."

Appreciating her efforts, Harry nodded. They walked over to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour and got some treats. As Harry licked his Crackling Chocolate Curiosity, Celia nibbled at her plain vanilla one. She whipped out a note pad and wrote something quickly on it, and Harry was once again amazed, to see other writing appear after a second. Seeing his wonderstruck look, she explained,

"It's a note pad that sends messages to its twin. Tee has the other, and if I write something in mine, it will turn up on his. It's how we communicate over distances."

Harry nodded at this, and continued with his frozen delicacy.

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Not too long after, the pair were into a luggage store. Harry was in need of a new backpack by order of Celia, and he wasn't protesting.

The gangly teenager manning the store saw them come in and ran over to them.

"HellohowmayIhelpyoumynameisIan" he spat out, clearly excited to actually have customers.

Blinking slowly, Celia gathered herself. Harry guwaffed quietly, and started wandering around, looking at the bags and trunks available. Celia briefly explained to the teen what they needed. He led her around the store, showing her completely irrelevant and extremely expensive items which were 'all perfect for your needs'. While this was going on, Harry was looking inside the backpacks.

They were all works of art, and amazing. Some had undetectable extension charms on them, some had increased durability guarantees of over 10 years, some had locks on them that could only be opened by blood, or only by the owner- they were truly incredible. As Celia escaped the sales assistant, she found Harry admiring a tan backpack. On the side, there was a note saying how it was undetectably expanded, and had enough space to fit a person inside if needs be. It had three separate pockets, one for books, one for potions ingredients (with a cooling system too), and one for general things. Each pocket was extended too, and the entire bag could only be opened by the owner. It was also shrinkable to half its size for convenience. She was impressed with the bag too, and withheld a sigh when she saw the price. Remembering the giant pile of gold Harry had recently acquired, she agreed, and brought Harry over to buy it.

Before leaving the store, Harry asked if he could get a trunk.

"We'll get you one when you go to Hogwarts Harry, for now this is only the essentials."

Accepting this as reasonable, they left with Harry's new bag. They only had muggle clothes (for under his robes) and a pet left to get. The rest was to be gotten when Harry went to Hogwarts, or was already owned by Tee and Celia. They decided to pick up the ordered robes first, and then meet up with Tee to get Harry's pet, as well as get some muggle clothes for general wear. They had to meet up with Tee first, so Celia wrote to him, and got a positive response.

Quickly walking to Madam Malkins, Celia picked up the robes and paid, while Harry watched a child get measured. Leaving promptly, they headed back to the street.

Ten minutes later, they saw a grinning Tee with his pockets bulging with shrunken packets, and a massive ice cream in his hand. Licking the stuff off his face, he greeted them, and they started off to the pet store. Celia and Tee had made an executive decision that Harry would get an owl, due to its practicality, so they took him to a curious store called Eeylops Owl Emporium, which was covered in bird poo. There were birds on perches outside, screeching at the passer-by's, and birds inside too, pecking at the sales assistants fingers.

Cautiously walking in, Tee and Celia stood back and chatted about things while Harry ran around looking at the birds. He thought they were all marvellous, but was particularly caught by a snowy white owl, which was staring him down. Not in an evil way, but in a familiar way, that was warm to Harry. Walking over, he extended his arm out to the bird, and the bird jumped on it, fiddling with Harry's messy hair. The shop assistant walking past gasped.

"Oh woah mister, you must be some sorta bird whisperer, ey? That 'un there ne'er talks to anyone, ey! Just sits there and screeches at me. You can bloody have 'er, half price. Just getter offa my hands, ey," she said, staring wide eyed at Harry. Grinning, and throwing a couple of galleons at the stunned girl, he ran up to Tee and Celia.

"Look! Look! The girl said I could have her half price! I think she likes me!" Harry laughed, as the bird tickled his arm. The warm weight was something that Harry found he enjoyed a bit. Sighing in resignation, the adults went and purchased the owl essentials, such as owl treats, an extended cage that was large enough for at least an eagle, and a perch. Along with two live mice, male and female, that would mate and become prey for the bird. Just to train her up a bit.

"Harry, what are you going to call her?" Tee asked as they walked out of the store.

Thinking for a moment, Harry looked at the bird.

"I think... Hedwig sounds right. What do you think, girl,' he asked the owl, "Do you like the name Hedwig?" He said, receiving a cheek nuzzle in return. Sniggering, he petted her beak.

The adults aww'd at this, and started heading out. Checking the list one last time, Celia decided that they had nothing left to do at the Alley for now, and so would head to the Muggle world, to pick up some clothes for Harry and groceries for dinner. Walking over to the apparition site, they popped away to a discrete spot near a large shopping centre. Just before they left, none of them noticed an old man eying them suspiciously as he clutched a bag of lemon sherbets to his chest.

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With a massive flush of flames, out of the fireplace in Albus Dumbledore's office walked the man himself, his mouth full of sweets.

"Fawkes, mmgo fech Mmminrva please," the old man managed through the lollies. Rolling his eyes, the bird flamed away, returning a second later with a struggling woman.

"LET ME GO YOU WRETCHED BIRD OR I'LL TURN YOU INTO DRUMSTICKS!" Minerva screeched at the bird, incensed by her kidnapping. Seeing Albus, she turned on him.

"YOU send your BLOODY bird to summon me again, and ill shave off your beard, I SWEAR to MERLIN, ILL SHOW YOU WHY I HAVE A MASTERS IN TRANSFIGURATION, YOU-" she yelled, pointing at him furiously. The man sighed heavily through his teeth and whipped out his wand, throwing a calming spell at her.

"YOoouuu.. oh hello there Albus. What a peaceful day it is... I apologies for those rude words before, I don't know what got into me. How can I help you today, on this lovely, lovely day?" the woman sighed contentedly. Rolling his eyes, Albus swallowed the lollies.

"Minerva, I think I saw something at Diagon Alley of vital importance. It is imperative that you listen closely, do you understand?" he said quietly and seriously.

Minerva's eyes were glazing over, and she just hummed a happy yes.

"Okay. Whilst conducting very important experiments in Diagon Alley regarding the health and safety of the people, of course, I saw something which I think may be vital to what I told you about earlier. It was..." Albus drawled, obviously trying to be suspenseful.

"Mmmyess?" Minerva hummed.

"A 6 for the price of 4 Sherbet Lemon sale! Isn't it wonderful? Now I shan't run out for at LEAST another week or two!" he gushed, grinning at Minerva. The woman in question was giggling at the portraits, and didn't notice when Albus started spinning her chair around and throwing lollies in the air.

Cackling, the old man banished the transfiguration teacher out of the room and slammed the door shut with his wand. Wiping a tear of laughter from his eyes, he proceeded to start tainting the sweets.

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Three laughing people walked out of a department store, their hands full of bags stuffed with clothes and groceries. Harry was flushed bright red and Celia and Tee were clutching their guts with laughter, tears threatening to make an appearance. They had bought Harry several sets of clothes, simple ones, nothing too fancy, and a new pair of shoes, as his current ones had more holes than fabric.

"It wasn't funn-"
"OH, but it WAS!" Celia gasped between bouts of laughter.

They were referring to Harry slipping and falling in the middle of the crowded shopping centre, and conveniently being in the back of a newspaper shoot as it happened.

"Ah..." Tee sighed, whipping a non-existent tear from his eye.

They walked into a discrete ally, to pop away and before they left, Celia grabbed Harry's hand.

"Harry, we're going to go home now. If you are at all uncomfortable, let us know, alright?" Searching his eyes for any form of hesitancy, she found none, and so took him to her side and popped away with Tee.

They arrived in what looked to be the kitchen of a large house. The furnishings and equipment were quite modern and fashionable, keeping to a blocky black and white colour scheme. The kitchen alone was large enough for them to stand in comfortably, and they placed their grocery bags on the counter. Through a doorway arch, Harry could see a dining table set, also very chic, and very comfortable looking.

"Woah, your house is really cool, guys..." Harry said in awe. This totally trumped the Dursley's house, making theirs look like a doll house in comparison.

"Aw, stop it you." Batting at him playfully, Tee began to unload the groceries.

"Tee, don't do that by hand, just call Minnie- Harry, make yourself comfortable." Nodding, Harry waddled over to the doorway, and looked through, his bottom still hurting from falling in the shopping centre.

"Minnie!" Harry heard from behind him. A softer popping noise came, and Harry twirled around giving a sharp intake as he saw the strange creature before Tee. Almost like a goblin, the small thing was very thin and short, with large ears and beady friendly eyes. It was wearing a warm looking jumper that snuggly fit it, and Harry could see the word Lovegood embroidered on the front.

Looking over to the perpetrator of the noise, the thing squeaked, and looked up to Tee excitedly.

"Masters has brought company! Masters should have warned Minnie so she could make tea and biscuits and things!" it squeaked in a high pitch voice. Speeding over to Harry, it grasped his hand, bobbing its head furiously. "Master's friend, I am Minnie, the house elf of the Lovegood family! Would you like some hot beverages?"

Looking over to Celia uncomfortably, Harry winced.

"Ahhhh, I think I'm okay for now, thanks? I'm Harry by the way."

Nodding even harder, the elf smiled, "Oh okay Mr Harry, Minnie will keep you full." Running over to the counter, she touched the bottoms of the grocery bags, barely reaching, and popped away, taking the bags with her.

His hand still shaking slightly mid-air, Harry winced at the couple.

"What the heck was that? House of Lovegood family?" Celia and Tee fidgeted at his wide eyed staring, and glanced at each other fretfully.

"That was a house elf, Harry...' Tee said, scratching behind his ear, and not looking at the boy, "errr, they're a breed of creatures that are often owned by wizards or witches, and essentially be a servant, cleaning the house and cooking and things like that. They belong to the family who bought them, and must obey them, and if they don't, they must punish themselves, or be punished. Some wizards tend to mistreat their elves, hurting them, but I think Celia and I treat Minnie quite well. She has a young daughter, who is learning how to help, but is too young at the moment. Queenie, I think it was..."

Harry nodded in understanding, looking over to where Minnie had popped away. Celia grimaced a bit, blurting,

"And we will explain the rest of that later, how bout some cake? Cake, harry?" Forgetting whatever they were talking about, Harry eagerly sat down, and a thick slab of decadently iced cake appeared infront of him. Squealing, he dug in, blurring out everything except his cake.

Celia and Tee were having a whispered conversation while this was going on,

"Darling, I think we should tell him, he's coming to live with us and it's only right..." Celia murmured behind her hand.

Nodding, Tee replied, "Yes, yes I think we should... Tonight is probably best. I'll join you." Giving him a mouthed thank you, she walked over to Harry and took his empty plate.

"Let's go pick your room and get you settled in, my little warrior," she said, smiling at the icing on Harry's face. Wiping it off, she pushed him through the kitchen door and up the stairs that were on the other side of a corridor, opposite the door. On the landing she pointed out the several doors, explaining that the red door at the end of the corridor was hers, and the one on the left of that was Tee's. Each room was extended internally, and was also silenced, for privacy. She pointed out the music room with the green door, the library with the brown door (which Harry was eager to visit), a pair of duelling and spell practicing rooms, both with lilac doors, the lounge room with the orange door, and several spare rooms with blank doors.

"The potions lab is in the basement, two flights of stairs down, and I would ask you not to wander there until we say it is okay. Some of the experiments can be a little dangerous. On the ground floor is a reception room, dining room, kitchen- which you've seen, ball room, and several other rooms that aren't important. Feel free to wander around the house apart from the basement, and if you get lost, call upon Minnie, and she shall help you," she said, helping Harry take of his backpack.

"When we actually start to train you Harry, we'll take you to the duelling rooms and the potion rooms and things, so that you can learn in a safe environment," Tee pointed out. "In the meantime, you can pick your bedroom. There are five spare rooms, I think, so you can pick any one you want."

Astonished that they trusted him that much, Harry ventured forward, inspecting each room's interior and location. Each room had a queen bed, a bookshelf full of random books, as well as a desk and dresser, and a mirror. After looking in each room, he picked the one closest to the library, with a shy grin.

"Definitely a Ravenclaw," Celia whispered to Tee, and he agreed.

They all helped Harry put his stuff away that they had bought that day. Thankfully the room was quite large, because they hadn't realised how much stuff they had bought, and had ended up buying a lot.

Putting the last book in the bookshelf, Harry stood back and sighed with contentment. This was by far the best day in his life. He didn't know why he trusted Celia and Tee so much, but he just did. They felt familiar to him, and he couldn't help but like that about them.

Celia helped Harry change the colours and furniture of his room, to Harry's requests. The walls were now a warm dark green and the windows were outlined silver. His bed sheets were a dark shade of green too, but like sunshine gleaming on oak leaves on an autumn day. His bookshelf was dark mahogany, as was his desk and chair. His dresser and closest were a pleasant oaky colour too. The room felt lovely and warm already, and Harry smiled softly.

"Thank you so much, Celia and Tee. This means more to me than I can tell you..." he murmured, stroking his books.

"Maybe Slytherin?" Tee whispered, looking at the colour scheme. Celia nodded back, answering Harry with,

"Darling, it is our pleasure." Harry looked up at her, and hugged her, his eyes brimming with tears.

Celia gasped at first, shocked at the first affectionate physical contact they had seen Harry give, but quickly hugged him back.

"Now Harry, Tee and I need to go check up on a couple things, do you think you would mind occupying yourself for an hour or two? We'll send Minnie up to you when we're done," she said, patting his hair and releasing him from the hug.

"It's okay, I might just visit the Library," Harry agreed comfortably. Smiling at this, Celia and Tee left, closing the door quietly.

Hearing a popping noise coming from the closet, Harry rushed over and opened the door, noticing that his Muggle clothes they had bought had appeared next to his robes. Thanking Minnie, he closed the door and left for the Library, excited to plunge himself into the new world of magic.

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The evening paper for Surrey had just come out, and the article on the second page was something shocking to the British community.

LITTLE WHINGING FAMILY ARESTED FOR SUSPECTED MURDER

By Miranda Wholdings

Early this morning, over in Little Whinging, there was a call to the police reporting a missing person, description; child of about nine, male, black messy hair, bright green eyes. A batch of police was sent over to investigate the house reported, and stumbled across a horrific scene.

Under the staircase of the family, in the cupboard, was what appeared to be the living quarters of a small child, equipped with small toys and a single light. The space, barely _ by _ was filled up by a tiny mattress, where it is assumed that the missing child slept. The family in question, the Dursely's, say that they were taking care of "the freak", and that "You sticky busy bodies should keep your sticky noses out of our business!". Following the discovery of the room, stains on the walls, which have been confirmed as blood and human excrement, have been found, as well as a blood stained belt in the master bedroom. The family has been evicted from their home, and are being held for questioning.

Neighbours claim that they often heard screaming coming from the house, but were turned away by the wife, being told that the boys were just rough housing. One Sophie Jamieson says that she "noticed that they kept the boy unhealthily thin. Poor thing was always in Dudley's (the eldest son of the Dursley's) cast offs, making him look so terribly small."

If found guilty or murder, along with child abuse and neglect, among other potential charges, the Dursley's will face minimum of 5 years of jail, no bail, and the son will be sent to live with his aunt.