To fix my mistake

Chapter 2

-Draco-

"Yeah." Harry said, a nervous but relived grin on his face as the last Potter took the proffered hand, "First year. You?"

"Yep," he grinned as he sat on the stool next to Harry, doing his best to ignore the wary untrusting looks he was getting from the employees "I've been looking forward to this for ages."

"So you grew up in the wizarding world?" Harry asked eagerly "What was it like?"

"Well I grew up kinda sheltered?" he admitted sheepishly "I spent most of my time being forced to learn politics and etiquette along with a few non wand magics from the tutors my dad got me."

"Politics?" Harry asked confused "Why would you need to learn that?"

"Because my house is a noble family," he said with a puzzled frown "don't you know about your own family's heritage? Your family is one of the most politically powerful families in Britain."

"It is?" Harry asked in shock "Why didn't Hagrid tell me?"

"Hagrid?" he asked, already having plans on how to guide Harry so that the last Potter wouldn't end up as weak as he was in the last world.

"Yeah," Harry grinned broadly, nodding to the window where he looked to see a giant of a man with a couple ice creams "that's him there. He's the Groundskeeper of Hogwarts and came to deliver my letter when the muggles I was living with kept preventing me from opening them."

"The Groundskeeper?" he asked, making his voice sound puzzled "I've read the Hogwarts rules. For muggleborn and muggle-raised witches and wizards a professor is supposed to come to their house to explain everything to them and answer any questions in case the family is opposed like yours apparently were. From what I've heard of Hagrid he isn't allowed to use magic so he technically shouldn't have been allowed to go as demonstrations are a large part of those visits."

"But…but there's nothing wrong with Hagrid." Harry protested.

"I'm not saying there is as a person," he responded, not wanting to have Harry lose one of the few truly honest people from the last world "but he doesn't have the kind of qualifications to answer the questions you need or…well he's known to be rather biased about some of the Hogwarts Houses."

"But…wait what houses?" Harry trailed off confused.

"What do you mean wha-…oh right, muggle raised." He gave a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his hair as he began explaining "Well Hogwarts is divided into four houses each of them with different 'attributes' and stereotypes. These Houses are Gryffindor which is the House of the Brave and Chivalrous, Slytherin which is the House of the Cunning and Ambitious, Hufflepuff which is the House of the Hardworking and Loyal, and finally Ravenclaw which is the House of the Witty and Wise."

"And…what are the stereotypes?" Harry asked, somewhat nervously.

"Well the Stereotype for Slytherin is that everyone in that House is a Dark Witch or Wizard in training, already evil and planning to murder their way to ruling the world." He snorted "It has that reputation due to overblown arguments from the founders of the Houses and the last big Dark Lord came from Slytherin."

"That's stupid." Harry scowled "You can't lump everyone in because of a few idiots."

"Thank you!" He exclaimed with a grin, happy that he was already making an impact on Harry before Hagrid and Weasley got stupid notions into the 'Chosen One'. "Anyway, onto the rest. The stereotype for Gryffindors is that they're reckless adrenaline junkies who are always looking to fight something or get glory. For Hufflepuff it's that they're castoffs that nobody else wanted, and for Ravenclaw it's that they're a group of bookworms who don't know how to do anything that isn't written down for them in triplicate."

"You said Hagrid was biased?" Harry frowned, probably not wanting to believe it.

"Hagrid, from what all I've heard, believes the stereotype of Slytherin and thinks Gryffindors can do no wrong." He explained before grinning "Now enough of this depressing crap, I have something much more important I need to teach you about."

"What's that?" Harry asked confused as even the witches working on their fittings looked confused.

"You my friend," he grinned "need to learn about quiditch."

-Harry-

Walking down the streets of Diagon Alley to continue his shopping with Hagrid he looked up at the giant man and asked, "Hagrid, I was learning about the Houses from my friend back inside Madame Malkin's. Can you tell me some more about them?"

"Course 'Arry!" Hagrid said happily, the giant licking some of the ice cream "Well to start off with there's Gryffindor, best 'ouse 'o the bunch. Dumbledore was in it you know. Then there's Ravenclaw, they're a smart bunch but usually keep to themselves and their books. Next is ufflepuff, most see em as a bunch of Duffers but they're just a group of 'ard working people. Still though, better ufflepuff than Slytherin. There wasn't a Witch or Wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin 'arry you mark my words."

"Hagrid that's horrible thing to say." He said with a scowl as the giant looked at him in shock "You're saying that a bunch of eleven-year-old kids are evil people! Just because some are bad doesn't make the House itself evil!"

"I…well I just…Um…" Hagrid floundered about for any possible response.

"How would you feel if someone declared you worthless just for being expelled." He frowned, remembering what Hagrid had told him before "And used a couple of people who got expelled and didn't do well as examples as to why you were a failure?"

Hagrid sighed, "You're as dangerous as your mother in an argument 'arry." The giant groaned.

"Why are you so against Slytherins anyway?" he asked, wanting to understand why his first friend was so biased against them.

"Look 'arry, I don't want to go into it but I will say 'at it was a Slytherin that caused my expulsion." Hagrid groaned, looking like he desperately wanted to change the subject.

"Alright Hagrid but you can't be biased against all of them for what one did." He chastised "Now come on, we have some shopping to do."

"Right you are 'arry." Hagrid nodded, looking glad to be back on familiar ground "Let's get your trunk first, you'll need it to carry all the things you ave to buy." Stepping inside he looked around at all the different trunks while Hagrid walked over to a bunch of plain looking ones, "Ere you are 'arry." Hagrid said happily "Standard trunks. Might I recommend 'at one." Hagrid pointed at a scarlet one with gold colored designs and a crest with the word 'Gryffindor' on it.

At that he sent his friend a flat look, "Hagrid," he chastised "what did we just talk about?"

"Sorry." Hagrid said sheepishly.

"Anyway, I want to see if there are any non-standard trunks I like better." He said, eagerly looking around and ignoring Hagrid's weak protests. Eventually he settled on a trunk with five compartments. The first was a standard compartment for his school supplies, the second was a room sized compartment full of bookshelves, the third was a workroom for him to make whatever he felt like, the fourth was an exercise room, and the fifth was a relaxing lounge like room.

"You didn't need to buy that 'arry." Hagrid chastised as they left the store.

"Hagrid I have more gold than I thought existed and have spent the last ten years living off scraps with only rags to wear and sleeping in a cupboard. I think I've earned a bit of splurging."

"…What?" Hagrid asked darkly as he paused and got wide eyed, hoping he hadn't angered his friend. "…You slept where?" Hagrid growled out.

"A…a cupboard under the stairs." He squeaked nervously.

"'Arry…" Hagrid said lowly "you are never to go back to those…to those…monsters again. Is that clear?"

"But…but I don't have anywhere else to go." He protested, despite how much he wanted to leave the Dursleys and never go back.

"You can stay with me if you have to." Hagrid promised "But I won't let those monsters hurt you ever again. Forcing their own flesh and blood to live in a cupboard." Hagrid started muttering things under his breath darkly as they went to a few other shops to get his basic equipment leaving only two stops left, the bookstore and his wand.

The second he saw all the book in the bookstore his eyes went wide and his grin threatened to split his face in two. He had always loved reading and learning, despite having been forced to do worse than Dudley. Combine that with all this knowledge of a world he knew nothing about and he was like a kid at Christmas.

"Go find some books you might like," Hagrid chuckled at seeing his expression "I'll grab your required books and meet you by the register when you're ready."

With an eager laugh he ran into the store, finding books on every subject that he found interesting. Some were books on history and politics, wanting to learn more about this world and the responsibilities his house would have if he believed what Draco implied. Others were adventure stories, potions texts, spell tomes on every subject, and a book of Runes which he couldn't help but find fascinating. His selections in hand he waddled over to Hagrid and, with a grunt, dropped them on the counter.

Chuckling the shop owner ran up the purchase, "I'd say we have a budding Ravenclaw here. It's been years since I've seen a first year so eager to get new books."

Chucking sheepishly, he passed over the gold and put his books in his trunk, planning on putting them in proper shelves later, as he and Hagrid made their way over to Ollivander's for his wand. Stepping inside the dusty, dimly lit, shop he looked around along with Hagrid, both of them trying to find the wandmaker. "Hello there." An old wavering voice greeted from somewhere unseen as he shrieked and leapt into the air, clutching Hagrid's arm tightly while shaking. "Oh dear, my apologies." An old man, he assumed it was Ollivander, said while stepping into view.

"Gave us a right start there Mr. Ollivander." Hagrid said while prying him off of the arm he clutched tightly to.

"Again, I am sorry." Ollivander said but the old man's grin said otherwise, "Now, I assume young Mr. Potter is in here for his first wand?"

"Wait how do you know who I am?" he asked confused.

"You have your mother's eyes and your father's hair." Ollivander answered, pulling out a tape measure that, on its own, began taking a variety of measurements on him.

"Hmmm, let's try this one then." Ollivander hands him a wand "Yew and Dragon heartstring." He took the wand and looked confused. "Well give it a wave." Ollivander urged as he did so…causing a vase to explode. "…That would be a no." Ollivander nodded wide eyed, gingerly taking the wand back. This went on for a good long while as he tried so many wands he lost count. Eventually Ollivander held him one that, upon seeing it, gave him a good feeling. "Redwood with a phoenix feather core, thirteen inches long and quite bendy and flexible."

Gingerly he took the wand but the second his fingers wrapped around it the air around him grew warm, a gentle breeze leaving him, swirling about as it blew away the dust near him while motes of sparks flew out of his wand. "Oho!" Ollivander cheered "Well done lad! Well done. This is my most recent wand and I'm happy it found its owner in you." Grinning back, he paid the man seven galleons for the wand and left the shop.

Stepping outside Hagrid sighed, "Listen 'arry." Hagrid said "I have to be getting back to ogwarts but I don't want you to go back to your relatives. Go over to Tom in the cauldron and rent a room until it's time to go to Hogwarts, alright?"

"Okay Hagrid." He said with a grin, hugging the gentle giant goodbye before heading off to rent a room.