Chapter 3
Diagon Alley
As Harry stepped out onto the main street of Diagon Alley, he was amazed. If the side street they had arrived in had been like this, he would have been left a sobbing ball on the ground clutching his head. There were colours everywhere, the shops, the paved road, even the people were filled with colours brighter than he had ever seen before. A rainbow of colour filled the street, bold and bright.
For a moment, he is overwhelmed again, it is too much colour. Too much to process. A gentle squeeze on his arm reminds him that he is not alone. It grounds him and reminds him to breathe and focus. It takes a few moments, but he calms and lets the colours wash over him, not focussing on any of them, just breathing and standing. Until he is able to process it, he can see again, and its still bright, brighter than anything he's ever seen before. But again, he can already feel the nausea and pain fading as he observes his surroundings until they are gone completely. And all that is left is the initial amazement at everything on display.
"Right Harry, I know this must be a very interesting view for you, but we really must start, or we shall never finish in time. If you could follow me, we will start at the Bank. Do you have your list with you?" Harry nodded and followed the professor as he strode forward, moving at a surprising pace for his size. Harry pulled the folded list from his pocket and held it out for the professor, ducking underneath a sudden cloud of strange pink light that appeared from a nearby shop window. He would try not to think about what that could have been.
"Ah yes, hmm plain robes, a hat of course, gloves – well you shall want dragon hide for those, that venomous tentacular is a prickly bugger - a winter cloak …" The list went on for several more items which the professor hummed at before folding the parchment and tucking it into his pocket. "Very well then." A few minutes of walking through the bustling crowds, Harry noticed that while some people seemed to wear long robes while others wore slightly more normal clothes, like the professor's grey suit, and they reached what Harry presumed was the Bank.
An enormous building of white stone, it had very different colours to it than the rest of the Alley. Veins of dark golden light, browns and greys wreathed the building, surfacing and sinking beneath the stone exterior like veins of crystal in stone.
Flitwick led Harry up the steps and through the large open doors, inside were several counters being manned by small beings. Their colours were almost all earthen browns and dark golds, interestingly the gold was a similar shade to that which twisted through Flitwick's blue and gold colours.
"This, Harry, is Gringotts, it is the only bank in Britain and is run by Goblins, now some wizards look down on Goblins, seeing them as rude and lesser than themselves. I will not tell you what to believe, but I will advise you to be polite at the least." At that, Flitwick strode over to a counter with no queue and looked up at the Goblin sat at the desk weighing small blue stones on a set of scales.
"This young man would like to visit his Vault, good teller." The Goblin raised his head slowly and peered at first Flitwick and then Harry, then he nodded and raised a hand tipped with dangerous looking claws. He clicked his fingers twice and gestured behind Harry and Flitwick where a different Goblin now stood.
"I am Griphook, follow me." The Goblin's deep rasping voice echoed slightly, as he turned and walked away, not waiting for them. Professor Flitwick followed the Goblin, holding Harry's arm as he did so. The Goblin led them through a set of doors at the end of the large atrium they were in, and down a short corridor until the floor changed from marble tiles into a rough-hewn rock. Ahead of them was a cavernous space, rocky walls and stalactites spearing down from the distant roof of the cave. A single lantern was hanging from a chain stretching up into darkness, and beneath it a rail track with a single metal cart sitting on it.
The cave had very little colour to it, lines of dull gold threaded through parts of it seemingly at random, but the majority of the colour in the space came from the rails the cart was on. They were covered in looping chains of browns, golds and dark greens, wrapping tightly around the metal tracks as they stretched out in front of the cart.
Griphook opened a section of the cart to allow them to climb in and seat themselves on the rigid metal chairs bolted to the base of the cart. The goblin followed them in and reached down to a lever on the side of the cart. The goblin turned to face Harry and Flitwick with a toothy grin.
"Keep your hands inside the cart if you want to keep them and hold on." He chuckled before yanking on the lever. The cart screeched as it slowly rolled forwards, slowly at first, and then picking up speed until they were rushing along the track as it twisted and turned. Snaking through the cavern they were in.
They were hurtling along the track in no time, and soon they began to descend, the track turning into a steep incline. It was disorienting at first for Harry, his awareness allowing him to see the cart and tracks they were on, and the occasional stalactite that whizzed by them, and very little else.
"Vault number?" The goblin asked absently as he scratched his chin. Harry was confused for a moment. He didn't know a vault number, had Flitwick told him a vault number? His worries were calmed when the professor reached replied to the goblin, shouting slightly to be heard over the rushing wind.
"Vault 687 please." Flitwick patted Harry's hand which was gripped tightly to his cane as they hurtled down and around a sudden bend, a grinding sound coming from above as they suddenly changed direction again. This time Harry was able to see the cause of the sudden change, they had changed tracks, now following a more level path instead.
A few moments later, Griphook reached down and pushed on a different lever and the cart began to slow, sparks flying from the grinding wheels at the back. And then they had stopped. To their right was open air, stretching out as far as Harry could sense. But to their left was a rocky ledge and a strange metal door.
The goblin let them out of the cart and onto the ledge and then held out its clawed hand expectantly.
Harry wondered for a moment if he expected a tip, before Professor Flitwick held out a small golden key, it shone brightly in Harry's sight a deep gold before Griphook's fingers closed around it. The goblin walked over to the large metal door and stroked a single finger down its surface before slipping the key into the door and twisting it.
With a great rumbling sound, the door swung inwards revealing a small room filled with stacks of fat golden coins, small piles of thin silver coins and scattered around them a few mounds of hexagonal bronze coins as well. It looked like a lot of money.
Harry gaped wordlessly at the room and its contents before turning to his guide who chuckled at his expression.
"Well, you didn't think your parents would leave you nothing, did you?" The smiling man gestured for Harry to go inside the vault, handing him a small leather bag that he drew from a pocket that seemed far too small to have held it without bulging uncomfortably. But Harry was too distracted examining the odd coins. The golden coins – Galleons, Flitwick explained, were round and as thick as his thumb, the smaller silver coins were square and thinner – Sickles his professor informed him, and the smallest coins were hexagonal and bronze – these were Knut's according to his professor.
He filled the bag with a few handfuls of the Galleons before he realised the bag should have been full twice over, concentrating on the leather pouch he could see symbols of blue light swimming across its surface and he nodded, the bag was charmed in some way.
Once he had filled the bag with several dozen of the Galleons and a few handfuls of the Sickles and Knuts, he and Flitwick left the vault and the goblin closed the door, handing the key to Harry after he had locked it again.
"Now Harry, you must keep that key safe, don't give it to anyone and if you ever lose it, you should let myself or another professor know. Gringotts do not suffer thieves but if they have your key it is seen as permission from you. The key is enchanted, it can't be stolen or duplicated but if you give it to someone then Gringotts see that as you are giving them permission to access your vault. Understood?" At Harry's nod the professor smiled and led him back to the cart.
After another breakneck ride they were returned to the atrium of the bank where Flitwick shook Griphook's hand and Harry thanked him before they left, stepping out into the afternoon sun.
Until it was blocked by the largest man Harry had ever met, casting a shadow that stretched out in front of him. For a moment Harry was concerned as the giant walked towards them before Professor Flitwick called out in greeting.
"Hagrid! Lovely to see you, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the herd? I thought this was their breeding season." The giant slowed and stopped in front of them. His colour was interesting, a warm brown that reminded Harry of the old oak trees at his school and mixed in was a deep dark blue that seemed to pulse slowly. When he spoke his voice rumbled, like rocks grinding against each other, but it was a friendly voice, full of kindness. The giant might have been intimidating to look at with his big bushy beard and dark eyes, but he seemed to be a gently giant at least.
"Ah well, on bus'ness for Professor Dumbledore I am. Important bus'ness." At this, Hagrid seemed to swell with pride for a moment, before he looked down at Harry and reached out an immense hand for him to shake. It swallowed Harry's own hand, but the big man was surprisingly gentle as he shook it twice before releasing him. "Hullo there, 'M Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Groundskeeper at Hogwarts."
"Hello sir, I'm Harry, nice to meet you." At hearing his name, the giant leaned forward, bringing his large face close to Harry's own before rearing back and saying softly.
"Ah, Harry, good to meet ya too." He paused then and leaning back in, said quietly. "I was a friend of yer parents, good people they were. You ever want to hear about them, come on down to my cabin at Hogwarts." With a firm nod and a wave to the two, the giant carried on up the stairs, his stride clearing three of the stairs with every step.
Harry watched Hagrid enter the building and then turned to Professor Flitwick who smiled at him.
"So erm… what should we start with, sir?" He watched as the short man hummed and then nodded.
"A trunk first I think, and I know just the place. Follow me Harry, and stay close, even in Diagon there are some unscrupulous characters who might see you as an easy target." With that Flitwick led Harry down the Alley a little ways, and then steered him down another side street, though this one quickly opened up onto a street nearly as wide and colourful as Diagon Alley was.
"This is Horizant Alley and up ahead is a shop run by an old friend of mine, Castamir will have something you can use." Flitwick gestured in front of them at a shop with dark wooden walls and a window displaying a few interesting items, an old globe that was slowly spinning which seemed to show a very different looking map to what Harry had seen before, a tiny cauldron that could fit in the palm of even Harry's hand, and a telescope that had many dials and knobs littered across its surface. The wooden sign hanging over the door read "Copper Artifice's" in thick letters.
As they neared the shop, Harry was able to make out a faint shimmer to the walls and door, there was a very faint red veil covering the exterior of the shop, it reminded Harry a little of the wall of red that surrounded Little Whinging.
Professor Flitwick opened the door and let Harry inside as a small bell jingled above them. The shopfront was filled with shelves and tables covered in seemingly random items, some covered in dust while others gleaming and new.
There were small clockwork toys on one of the shelves which ticked and whirred to themselves, wooden carvings of animals and monsters on another that seemed to shift and move unexpectedly, there was a rolled-up rug in one corner leaning against a tall grandfather clock that seemed to creak ominously as the door closed behind them.
And everything in the store had a purple colour to it. Most of the items just had a ring of the deep purple flecked with a rust like red orbiting them loosely, but some had chains of dark purple binding them tight. The rug was one of those, its natural crimson red with flecks of sickly green pushing against the purple shackles binding it.
At the back of the store, behind a dark wooden counter and looking through a set of glass lenses at a piece of broken metal stood a tall man, his dark hair swept back into a loose tail similar to Flitwick's, though his was tied back with a dark red piece of cloth, olive skin wrinkled by smile lines, his sharply trimmed goatee split open as he smiled and called out when he looked up to see them.
"Filius, my old friend, it has been too long!" His voice was rich and clear, with a faint accent that Harry couldn't place, as the tall man stepped around the counter and greeted his friend with a warm hug, kneeling briefly to do so.
"Hello Castamir, it is good to see you, it has been too long." At this the smiling professor gestured to Harry and introduced him. "Castamir, this is Harry, he needs a trunk and I thought you might have something for him."
The tall wizard smiled and walked over to Harry, taking his hand, and shaking it enthusiastically.
"Well, any friend of Filius' is a friend of mine, a trunk you say?" Harry was a little shocked but nodded.
"It's my first year at Hogwarts, sir." Harry explained, though he was cut off quickly by a belly laugh from the tall man.
"No, no not sir Harry, not even my father was a sir, just Castamir will do for me." He waited for Harry to mumble an agreement before continuing. "Now, I do in fact have two trunks I have just finished working on, but before I bring them out, I must ask," Here he turned back to Filius with a frown. "Filius, the boy is throwing magic out all over the place, what is going on?"
If Filius was shocked at being asked this, he did not show it, simply chuckling before explaining.
"Peace, old friend, I have already checked, and he is safe. However, I will not share young Harry's secrets without his permission, you will need to ask him about the magical leakage." Filius said, nodding towards Harry as he finished.
Harry felt the tall wizard turn back to face him, and with a brief glance to Flitwick who remained silent, he turned his attention back to the wizard whose royal purple magic filled the room, he watched as it shifted slowly, the flecks of red seeming to burn before being swallowed by eddies of purple that flowed across his being. He nodded once; he would trust this friend of Professor Flitwick's.
"Professor Flitwick called it Fulgomancy?" He looked to the short man for confirmation before continuing. "Its how I see things, how I can see magic and stuff." He shrugged and tapped his cane on the ground nervously.
Castamir nodded to himself and stroked his beard as he listened to Harry explain how he learned how to use his awareness, nodding occasionally.
"Well, that explains that then, I apologise Harry but normally that much magic being thrown from a young witch or wizard is a bad sign." At Harry's nervous look he patted him on the shoulder warmly. "Not to worry Harry, there are not many who will be able to feel your sight, perhaps a few of your teachers but I am sure Filius will be able to explain it away, perhaps as a side effect of that Halloween, hm?" At Filius' nod Harry relaxed, at least he wouldn't be seen as a freak by the other students.
"Now, a trunk yes?" Castamir drew his wand, a long dark wand that shone with a grey-purple light and flicked the tip twice. Two small motes of purple sped from the wand behind the counter and down through the wooden floor before there was a clatter as through the doorway behind the counter, two large trunks came floating in and dropped to the floor in front of Harry.
One of the trunks was made of pale wood and bound in leather, it had an amber colour to it with a very faint purple halo encircling it. The other was a darker wood with metal bindings and hinges, this trunk was a dark grey colour almost completely surrounded by a web of thin purple lines.
"Now has Filius explained what I do, Harry?" When Harry shook his head Castamir nodded and gestured at the items around the shop. "I am a curse breaker and an enchanter, among other things." Here Filius snorted loudly but when Castamir frowned at him, the small wizard grinned and turned to poke at a glass clock on the table next to him. "Ahem, now, I buy cursed items, and then I either break the curse or in some cases, I bind the curse instead. Some curses are more nuisances than real dangers, but some are also extremely useful, if a little extreme."
Here he gestured at the pale trunk and rapped on the top with his knuckles.
"For instance, this trunk was sold to me by a rather aggravated witch, it appears her sons jinxed the trunk to vanish any left sock, glove, shoe or trouser leg placed within…quite a clever bit of work really. I was able to completely break that curse, now it is just a trunk with extra space in there." Then he pointed at the darker trunk. "Now this trunk was a nasty one, I bought this from an estate sale, the trunk was owned by a paranoid witch, and she cursed it so that anyone who opened it without her permission would be driven insane. Stark raving mad, eating grass and mooing at the moon bonkers. But with a bit of work, I was able to bind the curse, now if anyone who doesn't have permission from the owner tries to open the trunk, they will be rendered unconscious and get a rather nasty shock too."
Harry was fascinated, binding and breaking curses sounded amazing. After looking over both trunks, he decided on the darker trunk. He liked the idea of having a protected trunk to keep his books and things in, he was used to Dudley stepping on his books and throwing them around.
Castamir agreed to sell the trunk to Harry for 10 Galleons since he was a friend of Filius' and invited Harry to send him letters if he had any questions about curse breaking or enchanting. After wringing an agreement from Filius to have dinner before term started up, Castamir bid them goodbye as they left the shop and made their way back to Diagon Alley.
As they stepped back into Diagon Alley, Professor Flitwick asked Harry what he wanted to pick up next. After thinking for a moment Harry decided on getting his schoolbooks, though he was curious.
"Will all the books be in braille, or will I have to learn the charm you mentioned?" He was nervous at the thought of having to learn a charm just to read his schoolbooks.
"Not to worry Harry, while Flourish and Blotts might not have all of them in braille, Obscurus definitely will so we shall head there first." Professor Flitwick guided Harry to a dark shop, tucked away between a Quidditch store, which the professor explained was a sport played on flying brooms, and Madam Malkins, a shop that sold robes and other clothes.
Inside Obscurus books is a little dark, the light from outside almost entirely blotted out by the stacks of books that fill the shop. The owner was sat on a thin stool at the back, reading quietly from a book and didn't stir when they entered. Ignoring the odd owner, Harry quickly found all of the required texts in braille with a little help from Flitwick who, seeing the booklist also recommended a few other texts like 'The Essential Defence Against the Dark Arts by Arsenius Jigger', a thick book that the professor insists is far better than "Trimble's nonsense".
After Harry finished paying for his books and stacking them in his surprisingly roomy trunk, Professor Flitwick approached with another tome, this one is titled 'Advanced Charm Casting by Eulalie Hicks' who was apparently a famous Charms Mistress.
"A birthday present for you Harry, remarkably it's a first edition copy but as its in braille Alexander was willing to let it go for a bargain if I do say so myself." As the professor handed over the book, he leaned close and whispered. "I would keep it to yourself that it is a first edition Harry, there are a few things in there that the Ministry nowadays might frown upon." With a wink and a pat on the arm, the professor then offered to pick up Harry's Potions equipment and ingredients while Harry got fitted for robes in Madam Malkins.
So, Harry entered the seamstresses shop alone, tapping his cane at his feet as he waited for someone to appear. Once the harried sounding Madam Malkin came out from the curtain, she very kindly escorted him to a stool beside another boy also being measured for robes.
As Harry stood on the stool, Madam Malkin placing pins in the sleeves of the oversized robes draped over him, the boy next to him spoke up.
"I say, are you blind?" The boy asked with a nasally voice. Harry focussed on the boy; his magic was a dark purple, almost black. It was interesting how different it was to Castamir's rich royal purple flecked with reds; the boy's colour seemed dull in comparison.
"Are you deaf as well as blind?" Harry started at that and turned to face the rude boy.
"No, I am not deaf, yes I am blind." Harry hoped that would be the end of it, but the other boy seemed intent on insulting him as he replied.
"How awful, how will you cast any magic? What's the point in you even going to Hogwarts? You're no better than a filthy muggle! Were you born that way?" Harry struggled to rein in his annoyance at the awful boy until the last question when he snapped.
"No, were you born a rude idiot?" Harry regretted it for a few moments before the nasally voice returned, louder than before.
"How dare you! Do you know who I am? My father could have your parents fired! Nobody insults a Malfoy!" So saying, the boy threw the robe he was trying on to the floor and stormed out of the shop, slamming the door closed as he did.
Harry sighed and turned to the witch who had been measuring his robes, wanting to apologise but before he could open his mouth, she shook her head.
"Not to worry dear, what an awful child. It's all the father's fault I'm sure, spoiling him rotten." After another ten minutes of measuring and trying on different robes, trousers and a few shirts and jackets, the witch shooed him off the stool and told him to wait by the counter. He was only waiting a few moments before she returned carrying a thick parcel wrapped in paper and tied with string. Harry paid and put the parcel away in his trunk before thanking the kindly witch and leaving the shop.
Expecting to have to make his way to the Apothecary, Harry was surprised to find Professor Flitwick stood outside the seamstress's door waiting for him, and after packing away another parcel from Flitwick, he followed him to their last stop.
The shop looked old, and behind the large glass window was a single cushion with a wand laying upon it. Surrounding the building, like an immense web of light, were lines of silver magic, the lines were constantly moving and shifting. As they stepped through the edge of the web Harry noticed that the whole thing seemed to pulse and shiver. Again, Flitwick opened the door for Harry and as they entered Harry saw that there was a wooden counter in front of them and stretching behind it were stacks and stacks of long thin boxes. Some were stored on shelves and others were piled on the floor in precarious and unsteady looking towers.
Harry felt a new person enter his awareness as an old thin man made his way closer from a door at the far end of the store. The man had a luminescent silver colour which Harry had never seen before and as he approached Harry thought he could see wisps of the silvery light drifting off of the man and brushing against the boxes and shelves before fading away.
"Ah Filius Flitwick, Acacia with Dragon Heartstring, 11 inches and bendy, excellent for complex charm work." The man said as he reached the counter and nodded at the professor.
"Hello Garrick, yes and still serving me well." The professor drew his wand and waved it once, letting out a shower of blue and white sparks that grouped together and formed the shape of a bird in flight before bursting apart and raining on the floor. Harry was mesmerised, he could not wait to learn how to do that.
"Good to hear. Ah and you must be Mr. Potter." The wandmaker bowed briefly. "I am Garrick Ollivander, premier wandmaker in Britain if I do say so myself."
"Nice to meet you Mr Ollivander, sir." Ollivander offered his hand and Harry reached out to shake it, but the man kept a firm grip and turned and twisted his hand over, inspecting it closely.
"Hmm interesting. Let's try this one to start with." Ollivander grabbed a box from partway up a tower of them behind the counter which somehow didn't collapse as he did so, and removed the lid, thrusting the open box at Harry as he did. "Here, Oak and Unicorn Hair 13 ¼ inches, unyielding."
Harry reached down for the wand, noting its flat brown and white colour's seeming to stir as he grasped it. The brown of the wand seemed to stretch and touch his own dark green, pushing and twisting until a very small amount of brown and green mingled together. Harry looked up in confusion before copying the professor's earlier motion and waving the wand. There was a loud bang and a crack from one of the panes of glass in the window and Harry immediately dropped the wand back into the box in horror at what he had done.
Flitwick and Ollivander seemed utterly unconcerned by the damage, Flitwick absently pointing his wand at the window, restoring it to its undamaged state while Ollivander hummed and took back the box.
"Definitely not that one then, how about this." This time the old wandmaker went to an alcove a few steps deeper into the store and returned with a slightly dusty box. "Blackthorn and Dragon Heartstring, 12 inches and bendy." Again, Harry grasped for the wand, watching as again the wands dark red colour tried to merge with his green, a little more of the colour seeped together this time and as Harry waved the wand, he had a little hope for this one. Nothing happened.
Putting the wand back glumly, Harry watched as Ollivander seemed to perk up.
"Very interesting, I like a tricky customer." This time Ollivander reached out from the counter and pulled a box from a shelf next to him, about halfway up. "Here try this, Holly and Dragon Heartstring 12 ½ inches, supple." Harry was confused by the man's excitement but gripped the wand, watching for a moment as the yellow of the wand seemed to eagerly reach out and link with a small part of his green magic. Feeling a little more confident at seeing this, he gave the wand a wave. There was a gust of wind, it kicked up a cloud of dust and sent Harry into a coughing fit. Professor Flitwick once again flicked his wand and the cloud vanished, this time Harry focussed on the wand in the professor's hand and saw that the silver of the wand had tendrils of colour that stretched all the way up the professor's arm, the last of the silver reaching his chest and shoulder, and the professors own blue and gold was woven through the wand's length.
Harry was disheartened, none of the wands he had tried had come close to that level of meshing. The elderly wandmaker actually clapped his hands then, smiling widely.
"Aha, oh we're very close now." Ollivander looked at Harry's face for a moment before nodding and walking deep into the store, he was on the edge of Harry's awareness when he stopped. There was a clattering noise and a quiet curse before the wandmaker returned to a worried Harry and a chortling Flitwick. Throwing a glare at the smirking professor, Ollivander held out a very dusty box. "Rowan and Phoenix Feather 12 inches exactly, supple." Harry reached for the wand, nearing desperation and gasped when his fingers met the wood. The wand's golden red light was already partway up his elbow when he grasped it fully and he waited for a moment. The wand's gold and red stretched and weaved its way around his arm and reached his chest before stopping. This was his wand.
With a grand wave of the wand, flames of red and green spilled from the tip and circled Harry, tongues of the fire licking his face for a moment before it vanished.
"Oh bravo! An excellent showing!" Ollivander cheered as Professor Flitwick clapped and whistled. Harry blushed and thanked the two wizards before turning back to the wandmaker.
"This wand will serve you well Mr. Potter. The Rowan I cut from the oldest of its kind in Europe, from an island off the coast of Iceland and combined with a feather from the oldest phoenix in Britain, oh yes, a potent combination. This wand will work well in any branch of sorcery, but it will excel in defensive magic." Harry thanked the wandmaker and, at Filius' prompting, also asked for a wand holster. The wandmaker handed him a harness of rough scaled leather with a sheath that Harry could wear over his shirt and would allow him to keep the wand safer than if it was in a pocket.
As Harry paid, he leant his cane against the counter to try his holster on and Ollivander reached out and lifted it from the ground, holding it to his ear as if he could hear something from the wood.
"Come and see me in the summer before your second year, I might have something you could use." The eccentric wandmaker handed Harry back the cane and as they left the shop, Harry heard the man mutter something about "better than Lucius' silly thing at least" and then the door had closed, and they were back in the bustle of Diagon Alley.
The professor clapped Harry on the back before leading him back to the side alley they had first arrived in, Harry following behind dragging his oddly light trunk and tapping his cane in front of him.
"Deep breath again then Harry I'm afraid." Harry grimaced but offered his arm to the professor and sucked in a breath as he was once again wrenched through a twisting tube of darkness before his feet hit solid ground again and he could gasp for breath. He didn't mention it, but that had been less uncomfortable than the first time. Though still not an enjoyable experience.
"Well done, Harry, most people are …well they are unwell after their first apparition, but you've done marvellously. Now, I can see your uncle's motor vehicle in the driveway so perhaps I should leave you here? I wouldn't want to antagonise the man." Harry nodded and thanked the professor.
"It was very nice of you to come and help me, sir. Thank you for all your help." Flitwick smiled at that and patted Harry gently on the arm.
"I think, when not in class, Filius will do just fine Harry. And it was my pleasure, I will see you in a week. Remember Platform 9 ¾ at Kings Cross and the train leaves at 11am so arrive before then." With a nod and humming a cheery tune, Filius turned and walked a few paces before he disappeared without a sound. Harry stood for a few moments, watching as the last of Filius' azure magic faded from the spot.
He reached beneath his jacket and relished the warmth from his new wand before, with a sigh, he turned and made his way to Number 4 Privet Drive. Only a week to go and then Hogwarts, and he would be able to learn magic properly. He would live up to his parents' legacy.
[End of Chapter 3]
A/N Hi guys! I will be slowing down the chapters a little now, these first three were written a few weeks ago, but from now on I will be releasing a chapter twice a week or so.
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