A/N: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone in a Nutshell. At least for the first few chapters that is. Nothing really belongs to me, as this is only a fanfiction. Everything belongs to JKR. Enjoy-CCG

Chapter Four

Harry Potter, Mr. Potter, The Boy Who Lived

"I…" Harry started to answer.

"No, he will not be going!" His uncle retorted. Harry had honestly forgotten they were there. "We're going to put a stop to all this nonsense."

Harry turned toward his uncle. They knew. "You knew!" Harry voiced his thoughts. "You knew about this and you never told me?"

His aunt replied. "Of course we knew, you're Lily's son. She was the witch in the family, she went to Hogwarts, she married that Potter boy, and she had you, and then she got herself killed for that precious world of hers. The moment we found you on our doorstep, we knew we had to put a stop to it, to your freakishness."

"Killed! You mean my parents were murdered?" Harry shouted his stomach jumped into his throat. "You told me they died in a car crash."

"Ha, a car crash, kill Lily and James Potter?" Hagrid laughed.

Harry shook his head and glared at his family. "You've done some awful things to me, but this takes the cake." He turned to Hagrid. "Take me to this Diagon Alley." He turned to grab his gifts and noticed that his white box was missing. Dudley had it. It was cake. "Hey!" Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose, how could anyone be that greedy. Out the corner of his eye, Harry saw Hagrid point his umbrella at Dudley; a moment later a pig's tail had sprouted from Dudley's hindquarters. Harry laughed as the Dursley's began to panic.

"Well we should be on our way Harry."

Harry continued to read his letter as Hagrid took him to London. He looked through his list of school supplies. "Mr. Rebeus?'

"Hagrid will do just fine eh."

"Uh Hagrid, are you sure we can find all this stuff in London?"

"Of course I'm sure, but you have to know where to go."

Hagrid stopped in front of a tatty looking building. Its sign said The Leaky Cauldron. "'Ere we are." It was a pub, a lively one. Harry watched as Hagrid greeted some people. The barkeep shouted to him over the crowds' voices. "Hagrid, how are you? The usual I presume?"

"No thanks Tom, I'm on official Hogwarts business." Hagrid patted Harry's shoulder, Harry Looked up at the man; he had a strange look in his eyes. "Just helping young Harry here buy his school supplies."

"Bless my soul, it's Harry Potter!" Tom exclaimed the pub went numb. Harry's eyes widened. 'How does he know my name?' Harry thought. He was even more shocked when several others greeted him and shook his hand. Hagrid stopped him in front of a man wearing a turban.

"Ha-Harry Pot-Potter can't tell you how plea-pleased I am to, to meet you." The man said.

"Well, hello there Quirnius." Hagrid replied. "Harry, this is Professor Quirrell, he'll be your defense against the dark arts teacher."

"Oh." Harry exclaimed at least it made sense for him to know Harry's name. "It's nice to meet you as well."

"Well I'm sorry, but we have lots to buy." Hagrid gave aloud chuckled and escorted Harry to the back of the pub and through a door.

"Uh Hagrid, what was that?" Harry asked he needn't had pointed out what he was talking about.

"Uh…now watch here Harry." Hagrid pulled out his umbrella and tapped the brick wall in front of him, four taps. They began to move. Harry watched in awe, briefly forgetting that Hagrid dodged his question. "Welcome Harry, to Diagon Alley."

It was like discovering a new world that had been there all along, a world that he finally belonged to. Hagrid walked him down the crooked street. They passed by so many stored, a wand shop, cauldron shop, owl shop, and a place called Quality Quidditch Supplies, whatever Quidditch is, in the window they were modeling brooms. 'Did witches and wizards actually fly on them?" Harry wondered. "Hagrid, are you…how am I to pay for all of this, I haven't any money."

"You have money Harry." Hagrid laughed and pointed to a building up ahead. "Your money's in there, Gringotts, the wizard bank."

And a wizard bank it was, although it was run by goblins, scary looking creatures with long pointy ears and a long pointed nose. In Harry's opinion, they looked like bitter old people in their nineties ready to bite the hand off of anyone who got to close. They came to a stop in front of one of the goblin's desk. "'Ello, a Mr. Harry Potter would like to make a withdrawal."

The goblin leaned forward. "And does Mr. Harry Potter have his key?"

Hagrid pulled two things out of his pocket, a small key and an envelope. "Also, a letter from Professor Dumbledore, I need the, you know what from vault you know which." The goblin nodded and called for another goblin to assist them. The goblin, Griphook, took them to a cart and they began the journey through the bank.

It was like a roller coaster ride. They stopped in front of vault number 687, Harry's vault. Harry watched closely as Griphook opened the door. The opened and Harry's jaw dropped. There were mounds of gold, silver, and bronze. "See Harry, your mum and dad wouldn't leave ya wit nuttin." Harry nodded and entered the chamber; the only question now was what his parents did to be able to afford giving him so much. Harry took out a small bag and started to fill it up.

They had one more stop to make. Vault 713, the vault opened a lot differently than Harry's it didn't need a key. The vault was empty except for a small package. Hagrid took it and turned to Harry. "Mum's the word Harry." He nodded and they left Gringotts.

"So where to next?" Harry asked.

"To get yeh school supplies, check yer list."

"The first thing they have is: Three plain work robes, one black hat, and one pair of protective gloves (dragon skin)…and one black cloak with silver fastening."

"Ah, yes, you can get those at Madam Malkin's." Hagrid said and steered Harry towards the store. "Now I'll be right back."

Harry nodded and entered the store. The door jingled and a voice called out to him. "I'll be with you in a minute." Harry nodded and took a seat. There was already a boy being fitted. Harry watched as the measuring tape moved on its own accord.

"First year?" the boy asked as he was finished getting sized up. He stepped down from the stool.

"Huh? Oh yeah." Harry replied.

A woman in black robes came out from the back. "C'mon dear, step up here." Harry did as he was told.

"Which house do you think you'll be in?" the asked fixing his blond hair in the mirror. Harry wasn't sure what he was talking about and hoped his answer made sense. "I'm not sure, I'm just glad I'm going."

"Oh I know what you mean." He stated. "If I was born a squib, I'd kill myself." There was a knock at the window, a woman with blonde hair; much like the boy's beckoned for him. "That's my mum." He tossed some gold coins on the counter and took the robes that were there for him. "My family comes from a long line of Slytherins, best house at Hogwarts."

Harry nodded and the boy left. Harry turned his head back to the measuring tape. He heard the door jingled again. It was Hagrid. "Almost done then Harry?"

"Yes, I was thinking of getting my books next."

"Then Flourish and Blotts is the place to go."

Harry paid for his stuff and he and Hagrid took off for the bookstore. Hagrid waited at the front of the store as Harry went off to collect his books. He smiled as he walked down the aisle. The books were alive. He turned the corner and ran into a pile of books. "Sorry." Someone said from behind the pile. "It's ok." The person behind the stack shifted. It was a girl, with bushy brown hair and bright brown eyes.

"Wow are those our school books, there's so many." Harry said.

"Oh, no. Well some of them are, the others are for fun, I need to catch up with the history of my new life." She replied. "My parents are non magical you see, so along with a History of Magic, Magical Theory, A beginner's Guide to Transfiguration, Magical Drafts and Potions and Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them. I'm also getting Hogwarts, A History." Harry had to bite his bottom lip to keep himself from smiling. He couldn't believe someone was this excited about school. "I'm Hermione, by the way."

"Harry."

"Well I should get going, the Professor's waiting." Hermione shuffled the books around so that she had a free hand and held it out. "It was nice meeting you Harry; I'll see you at term."

"You too." Harry said and watched her juggle the books around again. "Do you need any help with those?"

"No, but thank you though." She smiled her oversized front teeth showing. "Bye now."

Harry waved and went to gather his books. When he was done, Hagrid took him to Ollivander's, the wand shop. "Ok." Hagrid said. "Now I've got one more stop to make, you go in there and get yer wand and I'll be right back and after we finish shopping we'll head back to the Leaky Cauldron for supper yea?" Harry nodded and watched him walk away. He turned back to go inside and bumped into another girl.

"Oh I'm sorry, that was my fault." She replied. "A bit too fascinated with my wand…wow how many innuendos could come outta that phrase…anyway." She twirled her wand. "Beauty isn't she, ten inches of African Padauk, soaked in unicorn tears. Though that last part, admittedly is a bit creepy, but what'll you gonna do." She looked down and pulled out an odd looking watch. "Oh gotta go meet the group. Byes." Harry chuckled lightly.

"I'm going to love this school." Harry stated before entering the shop.

Ollivander's was a mess in Harry's opinion. There were boxes and papers everywhere. It looked as though a tornado threw up in there. Harry looking around, the wandsmith was nowhere in sight. "Hello?" There was a slight creaking noise, an old man on a moving ladder slid into view.

"Ah, I wondered when I'd be seeing you Mr. Potter." The man spoke. "I remember when your parents came and bought their first wands. Lily was a willow; it was swishy very good for charms. James on the hand he was mahogany: pliable excellent for transfiguration." He pulled a box off the shelf and took a wand out of it. "And you are…" He handed Harry the wand. Harry only held it for a moment, before Mr. Ollivander snatched it from him and handed him a new one. "Give this one a wave." Harry did, a box across for flew at his head, he ducked and it smacked against to wall behind him. Terror raced through Harry. What if they couldn't find him a wand, and then he wouldn't be able to go back to Hogwarts and go back to the Dursley's. Maybe he could run away, he had the means. His rambling thoughts were cut short when Mr. Ollivander reappeared, Harry didn't know he moved. Harry took the wand from him, a warm feeling shot up his arm. Mr. Ollivander smiled knowingly. "Curious."

"Yeah." Harry muttered. "I'm mean, I'm sorry, but what's curious?'

"That, that wand belongs to you, when its brother wand I sold was to the one who gave you that scar."

"And who owned that wand sir?"

"Nobody dares speak his name, for he did greatly terrible things."

Harry nodded and looked down at his wand, Ollivander spoke again. "Holly, eleven inches supple, inside it has one phoenix tail feather. I expect you to do terribly great things with that Mr. Potter."

Harry bobbed his head up and down not really knowing what to see. Mr. Ollivander was a creepy person. He left the store as Hagrid strolled up with a beautiful white owl in a cage in his hand. "Happy Birthday Harry." Harry took the caged and said thank you; he could do nothing but stare at the bird.

The rest of the evening went by uneventfully. The things Mr. Ollivander said played in Harry's mind all during dinner, he just had to know.

"He killed my parents, didn't he Hagrid, the one who gave me my scar." Harry asked. "Tell me Hagrid, I have a right to know."

Hagrid sighed. "Alright, but know this Harry, not all wizards are good."

"Right, how can there be good with no evil." Harry stated.

"Yes well, about a decade ago, there was one wizard who went as bad as you can go and his name was V…his name was Vol…"

"Maybe if you wrote it down." Harry offered.

"Nah, I can't spell it. Ok his name is Voldemort." Hagrid whispered.

"Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"Yes, it was dark times Harry, with Voldemort at large and his number increasing. Then one night he came after your parents, he murdered them."

"But why Hagrid?"

"I can't say for sure, but something about you that night stopped him from killing you too." Hagrid stated. "In turn, he who must not be named was destroyed, that's why you're famous, and that's why everybody knows your name. You're the Boy Who Lived."

A/N: I hate Hagrid speak. -CCG