A/N: Hey, It's been some time, hasn't it? I've been in a bit of a writing slump, so further updates for this story may take a while. I'll try my best, but I can't promise that I'll be able to keep up any sort of consistent pace on this story. Anyway, on with the chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Godzilla. I only own my original ideas.

Chapter 37: Events in Diagon

Asulmagus arrived in England, and after returning to human form, stopped in at Potter manor to pay Charlus a visit. He also discovered the House Elves had made improvements to his cavern, much to his approval. Harry showed off his new growth spurt, which Charlus considered carefully.

"Well, my dear grandson, you certainly have grown," said Charlus, "How… big do you expect to top out at?"

"No idea," said Harry, "but I'd think somewhere in the range of 100 meters".

"Ah… good thing that cavern's plenty spacious, then," said Charlus, "so, what's next for you?"

"I plan to head to Diagon Alley and get my books for the upcoming term," said Harry.

"Good idea," said Charlus, "though I should mention, the Floo network's been having some reliability issues recently. The Ministy's planning on taking out of service for a bit to clean out objects people dropped mid-transit".

"In that case, what's my next best option to get to Diagon?" asked Harry.

"Well, there's always the Knight Bus," said Charlus with hesitation.

"You don't sound too pleased with that idea," said Harry, "what's wrong with this mode of transport?"

"It doesn't have the best safety record," said Charlus, "but it will get you where you need to go. Just head to roadside and hold your wand up high. After getting on, well, just hang on tight".

Harry nodded, and headed outside. He went down the walk, wheeling his trunk along behind him, and arrived at the road with ran past to the manor. As he arrived, he heard a rustling from the bushes nearby. Harry prepared to defend himself when a large, shaggy black dog emerged from the bush. It saw him, and its tongue lolled out happily. Harry, chuckled to himself for getting worried about something like this, and scratched the dog's head.

"You're just a big softie, aren't you?" said Harry, "Though, you remind me of someone…. Sorry, boy, I'm not looking to adopt right now. I'm sure with your demeanor someone would be willing to take you in".

The dog whined sadly, and lowered its head.

"Don't give me that look," said Harry, "I have to go now, boy, keep yourself out of trouble, alright?"

Harry raised his wand to the sky, and watched as the dog trotted away. A moment later, a loud *BANG* sounded, and a purple triple-decker bus skidded to a halt in front of him. The doors opened, and a pimply-faced young man stuck his head out.

"'Ello, and welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport of stranded witches and wizards," said the man, "I'm Stan Shuntpike, and I'll be your conductor tonight".

"Okay… can you take me to the Leaky Cauldron?" asked Harry.

"Of course!" said Stan, "Hop on, I'll grab your trunk".

Harry nodded and hopped onto the bus, paid his fare, and selected a… bed? As usual in the wizarding world, they seemingly couldn't work out how to create something logical… like a bus with seats, or at least bolt the beds to the floor. He selected one of the beds, and hung on tight as the bus rocketed into motion, travelling across the British countryside at relativistic velocities. Soon enough, it jolted to a stop in front of a dingy, unassuming pub: The Leaky Cauldron.

Harry disembarked, and made his way inside. The place seemed about the same as usual, except everyone seemed to be absorbed by their copies of The Daily Prophet. The headline was boldly proclaiming 'Breakout: Dangerous Mass Murderer Sirius Black Escapes Azkaban!' Harry grabbed a discarded copy, and quickly read over the article. Apparently, Sirius Black was convicted of being a Death Eater, betraying the Potter Family, and the killing 12 Muggles and one Wizard, Peter Pettigrew. As Harry read over the details given, several aspects seemed off to him: First of all, despite the Black family's dark reputation, Sirius was often considered the black sheep of the family for supporting the Light. The next aspect which seemed odd was the description of the blast which killed Pettigrew. Harry had never heard of a spell which could cause that much destruction, while leaving a single finger intact and undamaged. Third, no mention was made of Black receiving a trial. Despite how archaic the European Wizarding world was in general, and the British in particular were, they still had a legal system and the right for an accused to receive a fair trial. Harry smelled a rat, and it wasn't due to Ron Weasley's pet.

Harry continued into the Alley, and went about his routine: Taking money out of Gringott's restocking his potion supplies, and getting his books for next term. His defense book this term was an actual textbook, as opposed to a work of fiction. For his new electives, he discovered he already had the proper Arithmancy text, but picked up 'The Millian Runic Dictionary', the book for Ancient Runes. As he approached the counter to pay for his purchases, he noticed a stack of books inside a wrought-iron cage… and the books were growling.

"Uh… what are those?" asked Harry.

"Ah, that is the 'Monster Book of Monsters'. Someone had the bright idea of assigning it as the text for Care of Magical Creatures," said the shopkeeper, pulling out a set of gloves, "do you need a copy?"

"No, I decided against taking that class," said Harry.

"Oh, thank Merlin," said the shopkeeper, "Hey, I remember you! You're the one who caught that editing issue last year. I checked with the publisher, and discovered someone had tampered with their publishing process. They've fixed it now, and put out a new edition".

"Good to hear," said Harry.

He finished paying for his books, and headed out, watching the people moving about the Alley. Among those he spotted was Ron Weasley, who was coming out of the Magical Menagerie with what appeared to be a potion bottle. Harry continued along, and headed back to the manor to pack for the term to come.

A/N: And there we go! Next time, the journey back of Hogwarts. See you then.