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Harry opened his eyes to find himself lying in the darkness of his bedroom. It was the thirty-first of July, his birthday and, (much more importantly, at least to him) thirty-two days until he boarded the Hogwarts Express. These were his first thoughts upon waking. He had gotten his Hogwarts letter a few days ago, and today he would go to make his first official appearance in the magical world.

Harry had spoken to Petunia about today. Vernon would sleep by in, Harry had made sure of it. After his success in passive legilimency, he had started to use it to influence Vernon, and to a lesser extent, Dudley. Instead of an angry dislike of Harry, the Dursleys regarded him as a virtual stranger. He had done this instead of something more… drastic because he didn't really want them to like him. He was perfectly fine with being left completely alone with his books.

Looking around the room, other than the furniture, there were very little personal effects. His trunk sat beside his bed, farthest from the door. He kept his violin case under his bed, as it was too big to fit in one of the dresser drawers.

His violin was one of his prized possessions. It was a muggle, but magicals had some interest in music, most young children learned to play an instrument at one point or another, usually piano. Well, most pure-blooded children anyways. He had decided to learn an instrument that went well with piano. It had been a simple matter, to go to the music store and buy it with the money he had converted to pounds when leaving Gringotts. He'd also purchased a book on how to play. It wasn't the most proficient way to learn an instrument, but he had been practicing for two years, and frankly, it wasn't especially difficult for him. Once he had learned to read and write sheet music, it had been rather easy for him to write his own music.

He pulled out his violin carefully from its case and assumed the familiar stance with his violin. He drew the bow and softly, almost reverently, began to manipulate the strings, drawing forth a sweet melody. He played for what seemed like forever, pouring his heart in the song. When the music drew to a close, he felt more relaxed than ever.

Harry had also decided to take a day off his exercise regime, something he had developed over the last year. The regime consisted of ample stretches, a mile run, as well as an alternating, hour long, work-out. Monday through Wednesday he worked on his upper body, and Thursday through Saturday his lower body. Sunday was a leisure day.

In its place was to be a shopping trip, first in muggle London for a telescope, then magical London, for everything else. Petunia would be taking him, dropping him off in a little shopping district, a few blocks away from the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry stood and moved to dress in his finest clothes, a slim fitting, dark green, button-up shirt, and a comfortable pair of black dress pants. On his feet were a snug pair of combat boots, black to match his outfit. He had taken a shower last night, but he still cast a wandless cleaning spell on himself and his already clean clothes.

He walked silently downstairs and began making himself breakfast. He had two over-easy eggs with toast and two sausages.

Most of the cooking was done with the help of magic. Holding multiple levitation charms, one on each pan, wandlessly was good practice, and it stopped the cooking from waking the Dursley's. That was just him being nice. Petunia would be up soon, if she wasn't already. Vernon would be asleep until well after Harry had gone, as would Dudley.

Petunia came downstairs a few minutes after Harry had finished eating, and began to brew half a pot of coffee. Harry pulled a book out of his bag and began to read while she did this, certain it would only take her a short while to finish. She sat and drank her coffee, and he finished his chapter. When they were done, they stood and left the house without a single word having been spoken between them.

Petunia dropped him off three short blocks from the Leaky Cauldron. There was a small shopping area, with a select few shops he would be visiting. The first order of business was the muggle telescope. He hoped to find one in the pawn shop, which would be his first stop.

He found a pawn shop relatively close to the Leaky Cauldron. Entering the shop he noticed all sorts of different second hand items. Electronics like Walkman with cassettes, televisions, and Polaroid cameras. They had sports cards for football, soccer and baseball. There was jewelry of all manner, from watches to earnings. Household appliances were common. They had bikes and lawnmowers as well as a small collection of quality leather items.

He didn't really want to look through the whole store, so he went to the place that closest resembled anything spacey. There he found two telescopes. One that looked decently old, made of brass and one that looked relatively new and had many new and cool features.

He wanted the new one, but decided to get both in case the cool features didn't work at Hogwarts. He took both telescopes up to the front counter, and paid for them quickly, leaving the shop. He then shrunk his telescopes and placed them in his pocket before walking towards the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry was about to officially enter the Wizarding World, for real this time.

Harry entered the Leaky Cauldron with a spring in his step. He passed patrons as he walked directly up to the bar. He greeted the bartender with a friendly, "Hello Tom, lovely to see you again", as he sat down on one of the stools surrounding the bar. Harry gave him a sly smile, conveying that it was appropriate to use his full name. Harry and Tom had had a short chat when Harry was leaving the alley for the first time. He had told Tom that the next time he saw him, he would be 11, entering the wizarding world officially. Harry had asked to be treated like an old friend, giving the appearance that he frequented the Alley.

"Ah, Harry Potter, a pleasure as always. And how are you today, young man?" At this point, the pub had gone silent, and all eyes were on them. "I'm doing well; thank you for asking."

As soon as the bartender turned away from Harry, and it was obvious their discussion was over, most of the people in the bar lurched forward, as if they had been suddenly unpetrified. The introductions had already started falling from peoples lips. People stood and from all directions there was a mad rush to get to Harry. The greetings and thanks repeated over and over from all around.

Just as the first adoring fingers grazed his hand to shake it, a voice much louder than the rest spoke up, "Excuse me!", lots of eyes turned in the direction on the voice, including Harry's. His eyes landed on a Scottish (judging by her accent) witch. She was not young, but she didn't look old, in the classic sense.

"Were you all about to mob Mr. Potter here?" a shamefully sounding emphasis was placed on the word 'mob'.

"I know a good deal many of you from your time at Hogwarts, and I can honestly say this" at this point all eyes were either on her or looking sullenly at the ground. " I had thought better of each and every one of you", her voice was only a whisper in a crowded, but quiet bar.

"Mr Potter, I think you should come with me" it didn't sound like a request.

"Yes ma'am."

Harry didn't know her name, but he already had a great deal of respect from the older, stern looking Scottish witch. Harry followed the witch out of the pub and into the courtyard. Much like the last time he had been here, a moment after he stepped through, the person he was following whirled around to face him.

"Mr Potter, would you mind explaining why you are here without your guardian?"

"My guardian, ma'am? That's a joke, right?" Harry said, perhaps a little too hopefully.

"I assure you Mr Potter, I do not make jokes" the witch said, with a glare meant to intimidate.

"With all do respect ma'am, you don't really expect me to explain myself to someone who has not even introduced themselves?" The witch looked taken aback, whether at his tone or his question, he did not know.

The witch seemed to collect herself and spoke in a rather softer, less demanding tone.

"I apologize Mr Potter, you are right of course. Telling your business to a virtual stranger is indeed foolish. My name is Minerva McGonagall. I am the Transfiguration Professor and the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts.

"Oh, well in that case, Hello Professor, it's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to see you as well, Mr Potter. Back to the subject at hand, you shouldn't be here without either your guardian or a teacher escort. As I am almost finished with my business, I shall escort you through-"

She was immediately cut off by Harry."Professor? As much as I appreciate the gesture, I have to decline. I already know my way around the Alley, and I'd rather not waste both of our time by pretending that I don't."

Harry was lying through his teeth. He had been to Diagon Alley once before, but only to visit Gringotts. He had seriously considered doing some shopping then, however, he had been uneducated as far as the culture went and hadn't wanted to make a fool of himself with his inexperience.

His plans for the day would be greatly inhibited if there was a teacher watching his every move.

"I'm afraid I cannot allow that Mr. Potter. No eleven-year-old should be wandering the Alley alone."

" Be that as it may, though I am only eleven I am completely capable of finding everything on my shopping list. I have this planned as an all day event, and I'm sure you have other things to do today. My guardian will not be here to pick me up until well after five pm.

"I do not think so Mr. Potter. You are famous in this world and, similar to what happened in the Leaky Cauldron, will happen here in the Alley, but on a larger scale. I have to be there to… intimidate the mobs."

"Famous how?" Harry asked in a sickly sweet childish tone, but continued before she had a chance to reply.

"Did I create a potion to cure something? Did I create a lifesaving spell?"

"Mr. Potter-"

"No Professor. I am famous because I killed who again? Oh… that's right, I, a one-year-old baby, somehow killed a lunatic that ended up costing my parent's their lives. The wizarding world is happy that the fool, who calls himself 'flight from death' was vanquished, but never cared that two of the best Aurors had sacrificed their lives. Now, they are regarded as nothing but a footnote in the story of my life. The people's 'Hero' lost his parents, And what did he get for his misfortune? He was dropped in front of #4 Privet Drive in a basket on a cold November night. He had no idea about the wizarding world until he found out for himself,"

"Mr Potter, I-"

"Professor, I am not in the mood to placate you right now. I have a rather full day ahead of me. So please, just leave me be. You obviously didn't think I needed help until this point or the school would have sent a teacher, Deputy Headmistress. Like I mentioned before, I have been here, and I know my way. Do whatever it is you came here to do. Goodbye Professor."

Harry turned and walked away. She stared after him, stunned. He approached the brick wall on the other side of the courtyard, tapped the correct brick, waited a moment for the bricks to move, and stepped through.

Harry thought about stopping at Gringotts to talk with his account manager, but decided to leave it for another time. After all, he still had the money he took out of his vault during his first visit.