It took about 45 minutes of going over catalogues of different styles, colours and fabrics for Harry had the beginnings of a new wardrobe. He was finally able to say he had the start of a wardrobe that was equal to his proper status. Harry felt the price was exobitant at 1000 gallions, but Neville assured him it was nothing for people of there standing. To not dress the part, would leave people with the impression that they did not care for there status or respect the sacrifices there ancestors made. Harry finally felt truely himself. He now was dressed similar to Neville only difference was the colour scheme, while Neville was wearing soft earth tones, he wore Soft greys and dark green.

As he was heading out of the shop Harry felt his stomack rumble he realized he had not eaten that day. In fact he had not eaten in days. While Hagrid tried to feed him suasages yesturday. Dudley had litterally grabbed them out of Harry's hands. Stuffing them in his fat gob. While Harry had a newfound respect for where his Aunt was coming from. He could not forgive or forget her neglect. If would be best for both of them if he could leave for good.

"I was going to take you to buy your trunks for school next. But it seems that your stomacks need feeding. No wonder look at the time. It is nearly two in the afternoon. Come Fortecues sells sandwidges and drinks as well as Icecream. You boys get a table while I go order you some lunch."

The three of them made there way to the ice cream polour where Harry and Neville grabbed a table for three outside on the patio.

"So whats all this about houses at Hogwarts, and what's Quidditch"

" Well, its really quite simple. The houses are the different dorms a new students are sorted into at the start of there tome at school. There are four of them at Hogwarts. Each house values different traits. There's Gryffindor, thats the house our parents were in. Well my mom was a Hufflepuff, but she acted like a Gryffindor. Gryffindor values those who are bold and brave, but are often don't think things through, and can be thought of as reckless idiots.

My mom's house Hufflepuff, is for those who value hardwork and loyalty. Though the house is often seen as the leftovers, or duffers thats not the case. I used to think that Hufflepuff was for whimps, well thats what my gran tought me growing up. But then she had Amelia Bones over, for tea, shes the new head of our law enforcement. I was so impreesed with her and she was nice. I asked what house at Hogwarts she had been. Madam Bones replied Hufflepuff. Five years ahead of your mom. I learned she was the prefect assigned to mom her first year, It was great. I got to learn a lot about my mom from her. Gran only talks about my dad. Always comparing me to him. Anyways thats Hufflepuff. The next is Ravenclaw. That house prides itself on intelligents and wisdom. But in reality most our self servimg bullies. Who need things a certain way, and a very nerdy. All they ever do is read. They are all about theory, not that impressive when it comes to practical applications. Apparently there are only about 10 Ravenclaws who have done the hands on carriers. Most are paper pushers or politicians. Then finally we have Slytherin. Slytherin values ambition and cunning. Theres nothing wrong with those traits. Its that that a lot of the cuurent Slytherin lack both. It full of the bigots like that Malfoy. Most of the true Slytherins these days avoid that house as it currently has a bad rap, due to the known dark wizards that have come from that house. Neville explained mean while wheels were turning in Harry's head.. Trying to think what house he would end up in. It was at that moment that Gran, arrived with the food..

"Hello boys. Sorry about the wait. The entire alley is packed today. Harold dear I did not know what you liked, so I got you milk and a ham and cheese sandwich with chips, Neville I got your usual, with apple juice. Now what were you boys talking about.? " Asked Augusta as she sat down at the table and served each of them their lunches.

Harry getting the nerve to speak for the first time in a while, answered. " Neville has just finished telling me about the different houses at Hogwarts. He was just about to explain what Quidditch is."

"Thats excellent dear, now I will explain Qidditch while we have our lunch. Now Quidditch is simply THE sport of the wizarding world. There is no sport more popular in our world. It is played in the air on broomsticks. Seven players on a team, and four balls. The largest ball is like a football in size, but is not kicked. In Quidditch there are three chasers on each team, their job is to scare in one of three goalhoops of there opposing team, which are guarded by that teams Keeper. Each goal is worth ten points. You with me so far."

Harry nodded. Then took a bit of his sandwidge. He had never had something so delicious, but new he had to take his time. As he was not used to having much food. His body would protest.

At Harry's nod, Augusta continued,

"Now, each game also has a set of two identical balls called bludgers . That look and are the size of connon balls. They fly around and try to knock the players of their brooms. Its two players on each teams job to use heavy bats and try to keep the bludgers away from their teams players and at the other team. Now the final position is that of seeker. Those that play seeker are usually small and lightning fast. Their position usually decides who wins a game.

They chase a shiny golden ball that is small. The size of a walnut, with wings. It is really fast and near imposible to see. The catching of the snitch gives 150 points to that seekers team, as well as ending the match."

Harry sat there stunned, picturing the players and positions as they were described. He drank up everyword, though he was starving for food, his sandwidge sat in front of him, totally forgotten for the moment. Quidditch was a sport. If there was a league like he suspected there mighf be. If he was any good on a broom, maybe he could be a famous player. That would get people to stop referring to him as The-boy-who-lived first and formost. Especially if he could be the best in the world.

"Now hurry up dear we have plenty to still buy. If theres time we can stop by the quidditch shop. And get you some books and maybe a toy model, if you want." Augusta said as she gestured to his lunch.

With a start Harry broke out of his thoughts , and realized the other two were done. He felt his stomach grawel and quickly, finished his sandwidge.

The rest of the afternoon went by quickly, they both got new wands. Neville was going to use his dads wand, when he said this to Olivander, the man had a fit.

"No...no...no... the wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Longbottom. This wand your fathers wand refuses to work for, in rare cases they can be past on. Your dad is still alive and this wand refuses to change alliegiance, to anyone else. You would have matched much better with yiur mothers, alas I heard it was destroyed that night. Never the less we shall par you with a wand. In the end a newly made, cherry and unicorn hair, thirteen inchss, chose Neville. Harry it seemed tried every wand in the shop, until a 11 and a half inch Holly and Pheonix feather chose Harry.

Harry freaked out by the connection his new wand had to, Voldemorts. ,But he came to realize it was a wand, used by a wizard, It was the monster Voldemort who did the deed. A wand is tool.

After Olivanders they bought there books and other supplies. Augusta shrinking them as they went. There last stop before the quidditch shop was the trunk shop where they picked up the multi compartment, custo trunks. That they ordered right after lunch. Both trunks where a rich mahogany, with brass fittings on the corners. Each had their Families coat of arms and initials inset with more of that golden brass. They went with brass because it is a harder and more durable then gold.

At the Quidditch shop, Harry was in paradise. He never saw something so interesting. He loaded of his arms with all tge info aboat the game and brooms he could. From magazines, to books, to pamplets. He also got himself the minuturized modle. Which before today he never dream of affording at a whooping 1000 gallions. Nothing compared to watching the figurines of players on brooms move, though. If that was what flying a broom was like, he couldn't wait to next year when he could have his own, broom. For the first time actaully, feeling his 11 year old age. He was ready to have a tantrum, when Augusta wouldn't allow him to buy the nimbus 2000 in the window, or his own set of pro grade quidditch balls. It was only his fear of rejection, and what she might do to him, if he misbehaived, that kept him in check. As he new if she reacted like Venon, he woukd be beaten and locked up without meals for a week. Augusta reminded him that first yeats were not allowed to bring there own brooms, as most have not yet learned how to fly. She explained while she played for her house team at Hogwarts, that was many years, she has not flown since was not up to teaching him. He was informed there would be a class at school. That he could get a broom next year, if he got clearance from Madam Hooch the flying instuctor at Hogwarts that he could safely handle a broom.

As they were leaving the shop Harry noticed, that Neville did not buy anything. "You not getting anything here Nev. ? he asked

"No, not that big into quidditch, I listen to the odd game on the wireless, but I'm not obbseessed with the sport like a lot of people. No my passion is Herbology. Besides the only reason you were allowed to buy so much is because it is your eleventh birthday, plus you have years with having next to nothing to make up for. I had my celebration with gran last weekend. She had a brand new greenhouse built for me. At the moment I am only allowed to havd basic plants in there, until I prove my knkwledge in Herbology at Hogwarts. See she has the same rules for both of us." responded Neville.

At this point, the trio were approaching the Leaky Cauldron, when Hagrid stumbled out, drunk as a skunk. In his hand he was holding a cage with a white owl inside.

"There yea are Arry, got you this girl here fer your birthday. Lord knows those damn muggles, aint getting you anything."

Hagrid handed over the cage with the white owl.

"Speaking of muggles best get you back to em, i have me orders. Dumbledore told me to see you got you supplies then, return you to your aunts, staight away. Looks like your all set. Best be off. Say goodbye to yer friend you will see him at Hogwarts in a few short weeks." with that Hagrid went to place a hand on Harry's shoulder, to stere him away. His hand never made it even half way to Harry.

Upon seeing the scared look on Harry's face as he backed away from the drunk giant of a man. Augusta got in between them pulling her wand. "I think not Mr. Hagrid, you wont be taking him anywhere in the state your in. For crying out load can't you see you are frieghtening him. Problebly remind him of his Uncle. He is coming with me."

"But his aunt is his legal guardian, he needs to return to her." Hagrid said more aggressively, and again tried to make a grab for Harry, but again found himself facing down the business end of a wand.

Augusta knew she had to get the boys out of here. At this point Harry was shaking and had dropped the handle of his new trunk. Neville was trying to comfort his friend. She knew it might be another shock, to many for Harold but it had to be done. She had to get the boys home immediately. So she did the only that could be done.

"Tilly" Augusta called.

A small humanoid creature dressed in a maids dress, with the Longbottom coat of arms proudly displayed on the left side of the chest, popped into existance beside her mistress.

"Mistress called, Tilly.

"Yes, take both boys home, then return for their trunks immediately" Augusta instructed the elf, still not moving an inch, Holding Hagrid at wandpoint.

In the next instant both boys where gone, quickly followed by their belongings. At this point they had drawn quite a crowd, watching the scene between the Half Giant and middle aged witch.