A lot was left unsaid in that last chapter, I know. But truthfully Janelle's not thaaat interested in it (yet), she doesn't want to know everythingv rn, just wants to understand the basics. She's perfectly fine with looking after Harry, which, no adoption or any of the sorts was implied. I doubt Petunia would let that happen considering the letter.

Wow, 8 months… Uh. Well, everybody invested in this story give your thanks to HPuni101. I finally deigned to check PM's only to be reminded about this story. Can't imagine why I didn't post this chapter (yes, yes I can, im a very lazy person) considering it was practically done, but here it is!

Also, when the next chapter will be out, I dunno. Now's really not a good time (I have half-yearly exams in like, three days), so we'll have to wait and see?

Me, own Harry Potter? Uhmmm, no.

Written (not edited, expect mistakes)9/07/17

Chapter 11: The Leaky Cauldron

Janelle stared at the written directions she was given, then at the many, many bookstores and smalls shops around them. The crowd around her tugged and pulled on her every way, but Harry hung onto her arm tightly.

"I don't see it." said Janelle, starting to wonder if Petunia had misled her.

"See what?" Harry asked, leaning up to peak at the small paper in her hands.

"The uh, 'Leaky Cauldron'." she said quietly.

Harry's nose scrunched, wrinkles forming on his forehead.

"I know." she laughed, then sighed. "C'mon, help me. You might have better luck at finding it then me."

They walked around aimlessly, keeping along the streets that Petunia had written down in her messy scrawl. It had been years since she had been with her sister, but the woman had at least tried, in her own sort of unpleasant way. After she'd pulled herself back into that stubborn, prideful way, ignoring the previous conversation.

Janelle's gaze was flickering over the decreasing amount of faces the further they spent walking, lost, when Harry tugged on her shirt.

"I think I found it." he said, head turned in the direction of a corner wall. Janelle eyed the brick building. She tried, or, at least she thought she tried. Her eyes skimmed over the area.

"There's nothing there, just an old, abandoned shop I think." She shook her head, gave him a small teasing grin. "Are you sure your glasses are working fine?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "It's there, can't you see?" he insisted.

Janelle doubtfully looked at the wall again. She even squinted, but to no avail she didn't see anything.

Harry looked disappointed.

"Well, what's it look like then?" she asked. "Describe it for me."

"It has large sign at the top. It's kind of wonky, falling to the side a bit." said Harry.

"Yeah?"

He nodded. "It says 'The Leaky Cauldron', and there are windows, with I think old curtains. There's light inside." Harry scratched his cheek. "It's warm looking? The door's green, too."

Inwardly, Janelle grinned at his lacklustre description, but slowly tried to imagine what he was seeing, so very curious to what a magical building was supposed to look like. She wanted to know what wizards called their own, it all seemed incredibly fascinating to her scientific mind.

"Thank you, Harry, for that lovely imagery –" he smiled proudly, and she tweaked his glass "–but I still can't – oh, hang on…?"

Her vision went blurry. Sort of. Slightly. She looked elsewhere. Everything was clear. She looked back at the direction Harry was looking at and – "Oh!" she blinked.

In the blink of an eye, an old, dingy looking pub had appeared where previously there had been nothing.

An old wooden sign, faded and worn with age, had the bold lettering 'The Leaky Cauldron'.

Everyone around them didn't seem to notice it's sudden appearance.

Janelle's head tilted. She stared both bemused and mystified. "Now isn't that just wizard." she muttered, pausing, before giggling, extremely proud of herself.

Harry just shook his head, sighing exasperatedly, like he was tired of her lame jokes. She pouted. He always did that, thinking her jokes were dumb. Too bad he'd picked on it, eh.

"C'mon, let's go! We've been out here for too long already, d'you think it'll be bigger on the inside? It certainly looks small from out here." Janelle chattered, pulling Harry by the hand to 'Cauldron's door.

It swung open smoothly, cool air rushing out to bite at her nose. The interior was rather dim, she noted at first, and the furniture had obviously seen many years if the scratched and faded out wood were anything to go by.

She pulled Harry close to her side to keep his curious, wandering hands to himself. As an eleven-year-old boy, he loved to touch anything he could get his hands on, firmly believing that in order to analyse and understand any object one must smudge their greasy finger prints on it and then proceed to prod from every angle imaginable.

Walking around the tables earned them many curious and odd looks, some that rose in intensity when their eyes landed on Harry. Janelle swore some of them looked on the verge of approaching the both of them, but they never got the chance to.

Arriving swiftly at the bar, Janelle waved down the bartender. If Petunia's instructions were right…

"'lo!" Janelle beamed. "We're looking to get to Diagonalley, would you mind helping?"

The man shot her a look that she didn't pay to much mind to but placed down the glass he'd been cleaning. "Muggleborn, ey? You're coming a little too late to be getting supplies."

Not knowing what the hell a muggleborn was, Janelle merely nodded exuberantly. "Is it really? Would there still be things out for sale? We had a bit of situation you see…"

"No, you should be fine. The 'Alley's never short of supplies." The bartender said as they exited out a door and stopped in front of an old brick wall. "Name's Tom, by the way."

"This doesn't look like an alley." Harry said.

Tom looked down at him, snorting. "Course it don't. Can't exactly leave it open in plain sight, y'never know who might accidentally see it. Here."

He tapped on the bricks, slow enough to allow both Janelle and Harry to memorise. For a moment nothing happened, and they both stared dubiously at the unchanging wall, before a rough grinding sound could be heard.

Right in front of them, the bricks shifted, creating a gap that could be walked through. What lay beyond it left them in disbelief.

Tom pointed. "There it is. Diagonalley."