Still don't own Harry Potter, If I did they probably wouldn't have been made into movies.
chapter 4
Harry awoke the next morning to the sound of his door being opened. "get up '' Cyrus said in a slightly gruff voice "we have a lot to do today" before he walked out Cyrus threw a bundle of clothes at Harry's still prone form. Harry got out of bed and quickly got dressed in the clothes his father provided. The jeans and tee shirt were a bit big on Harry, but they were nowhere near as bad as his cousin's things. Harry walked out of his room and sat down on the small bar table in the apartment kitchen, Cyrus was prepping a small meal of eggs, toast, and orange juice. When he noticed Harry he began filling him in on his plans for today. "We need new clothes, the majority of my money got destroyed in the fire though so we are going to have to stop at Gringotts. That will give us a chance to get your school items, from there we can come back, drop everything off, and then go shopping for clothes that don't make us look like we are from the middle ages." Cyrus took a sip of his coffee and then sat it down. "Harry I think it is best that for the time being we find you a hat or something. We do not need more attention that necessary and some higher ups in the magical world might be on the hunt for us after my little tangle with the people who destroyed our house," Cyrus steepled his fingers as he lets out a sigh, he checked his watch and stood up "alright, let's get going." Cyrus threw on a jacket as he opened the apartment door and led the way onto the bustling London streets. Harry followed Cyrus and they walked about a mile before approaching a small tourist stand. Among the various overpriced gifts were a few hats and some newspapers. Unsurprisingly there was no mention of the fire that destroyed their house, but the hats were perfect for what Harry would need to hide his scar. Cyrus quickly paid for the hat, gave a short glance to the papers, and then they continued heading deeper into London. As they walked Harry began to get a slight sense of vertigo, he felt like he had been here before, walked this route, but everything had been different. Harry shook his head to focus back on the moment. Damn he must have been tired. After another fortyish moments of walking, Cyrus gently nudged Harry towards an older style bar. As they entered Cyrus' face almost seemed to shift. His eyes seemed darker, his hair lighter, almost as if he had shapeshifted. Harry shook his head, it must have just been a trick of the light. Cyrus kept scanning the bar as they made their way through it, nodding at the bartender as they passed. As Harry looked the place over he could make out some words carved into the stools. *Property of the Leaky Cauldron* Harry stood for a moment and finally started to realize just how oddly everyone was dressed. The people had on robes like Harry's father had described. It only took him a moment to connect the dots and realize that these people were like him. Wizards. With a start Harry realized his father was still walking and he ran to catch up with him. Together they exited the back of the small bar into a dead end alley. Harry was about to say something when his father held up a hand, his wand pressed into his palm. He then tapped some of the bricks and the dead end disappeared revealing a large strip of stores with branching paths. "Welcome" Cyrus said in a quiet voice "to Diagon Alley, come we have a lot to do." The duo walked through the Alley towards a large marble bank. The lettering for Gringotts was pure old, guards stood outside the doors in heavy armor with weapons that looked as deadly as the short, well muscled, green figures that held them. While the goblins were not the tallest creatures, coming in at only a few feet tall, they held themselves in a way that promised pain for anyone who dared cross them. Harry respected this, while these creatures held vast wealth, they seemed to value the life of a warrior more than that of a banker. As Cyrus and Harry entered the bank Harry noticed words on dark crimson banner "Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn,
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there."*
Harry chuckled slightly at the rhyme but knew without a doubt it was serious. He followed Cyrus up to a teller, they passed an extremely large and hairy man who was arguing with one of the tellers about some vault and some guy named "dumbasadoor" Harry thought it was a weird name but hey who was he to judge. He snapped back to reality when he heard Cyrus say his name. Harry looked up at his father with a questioning glance and then to the goblin who had an expectant look on his face. "Well?" the goblin repeated slightly annoyed "are you Harry Potter? Harry looked puzzled for a moment. "Of course I am Harry Potter" he said with confusion "Who else would I be?" The goblin let out a slight chuckle "that's what everyone says boy. Can you prove it? Are you willing to prove it?" Harry knew this was some kind of test and he had a feeling the repercussions for failing this test would not be in his best interest. "I am willing" Harry said in a much shakier voice than he intended. The goblin gave a wide toothy grin as he stepped down from his pedestal "good very good, it is time to determine if you are who you say you are. Follow me, Harry Potter."
*Quotation from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone*