Disclaimer: In this following story you shall hear of a many fellows. I would like to establish now that they are based on actual people and things. In future chapters you will meet a mysterious young gentleman who yields the sur name of Baron. I would like to establish that this character's family history is that of my family history. Any claimed relations between characters and real life figures do exist and are based on the history and past of others. Most characters, ideas, and things inside the following story is owned by Warner bros./scholastic/Jk rowling, I take no claim to such things and wish to remind everyone out there that this is fanfiction.
Author's note: Well, I saw the movie... OMG! it skipped SO many things!
General information: Harry is in his 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Professor, what are you doing here" Harry asked.
"Potter, I have to get you out of here." replied Professor Snape, "So lets not make this hard."
"What happened professor?" Harry inquired.
"A half breed, named Rowling, or something like that has written a muggle book behind the ministry's back." replied Professor Snape testily. "She has written a book called 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.' She wrote your entire first year at Hogwarts. The Ministry cannot stop it, its on the muggle best seller's list. As we speak a flock of muggles is heading to this city to see in number 4 privet drive truly exists. Is this it?" asked the Professor who was pointing to the cage and trunk.
"Yes, sir." replied harry. "Not to much for the famous Harry Potter, now is it?" Asked Snape sneering. "Well, Potter, grab the trunk and take my hand."
A few seconds later the two figures left the room.
"Pop."
Harry found himself in Diagon Alley. He watched as busy witches and wizards made there way around the wizard shopping street.
"That reminds me Professor. I did not receive my Hogwarts letter this year."
"Well, that is odd, Potter." Snape Bickered. "The great Harry Potter doesn't get his letter, whatever shall we do?"
Harry hated the way Snape loved to sneer. Ron and him had a long lasting joke, they wondered if Snape practiced that sneer in front of a mirror at odd hours of the night.
"Well, how am I to get what I need for school?" Harry asked.
"Easy Potter, the owls sometimes get lost, it will show up in a few hours... either at Hogwarts or at your hand."
Snape looked at Harry uneasily as they entered the Leaky Caldron. He handed a key out to Harry with the letter 2 scratched into it. He gave unspoken instructions to his pupil right before he disappeared with a pop.
'Well, what should I do?' Harry wondered to himself. He glanced down at the trunk which was rather heavy and decided it would be a good idea to get rid of the weight that filled his hands before going of through the alley. Harry swiftly made his through the crowded pub and up the stair before he was recognized as the boy that lived. Once he reached number 2, which oddly enough was the room after number 8, he slipped the key into the slot and heard a click. He rushed into his room immediately.
Once inside of the room he stripped himself of his muggle clothes (Dudley's baggy black jeans and a faded red shirt) and dressed himself inside some custom made robes.
He had had the robe made in order to be able to go to Hogsmeade and diner in a more appropriate dress than his Hogwarts robes during his 6th year. He had 7 robes and each were different from the other. The one he had pulled out was not his favorite but was the only wearable one (the others were crumpled and smashed in the back of his trunk.) He than grabbed a sock with several galleons inside it. He empted it into his pocket and started off.
Harry wondered over to Flourish and Blotts first off. As he entered the wizard bookstore he repeatedly told himself that he was not Hermione, he only wished to get a few things there. Harry walked over to the advanced magic section of the store, also called the Forgotten section.
The advanced section of the store was almost never visited. Very few wizards had the time or the extra money to be able to go back and buy a huge leather bound volume, much less read one, but as Harry had learned a few years before, there were books that could help him defeat the thing that threatened him the most: Lord Voldemort!
Harry strode over to the shelf and looked over the volumes. He found the volume he was looking for, a heavy brown leather book which had close to 2000 pages that was entitled: 6748 Spells, Curses, Hexes, and Jinks to Learn One at a Time.
Harry picked up the book and made a move to leave but instead found himself spilled onto the floor. He had tripped over invisible books! Harry shouted to the store clerk to come and help him with them.
The store clerk arrived and looked at Harry as if he were a madman.
"Yes, sir?" he asked Harry.
Harry handed him a book which weighed down his hand instantly. The store clerks eyes lightened instantly.
"You found The Invisible Book of Invisibility!"
"Well, your welcome."
"Sir, you don't understand. We lost 2000 copies of these 7 years ago!" the clerk announced excitedly.
"Well?" asked Harry.
The store clerked looked at Harry with annoyance. "You can have any book in the store for free."
Harry smiled and picked up his book along with an Invisible Book of Invisibility and smiled and the young clerk.
"In that case, I would like to have these." Harry said.
The store clerk through a handkerchief over the pile of invisible books and put Harry's two book into a bag for him. Harry took the bag from the clerk and left. He walked straight to Quality Quidditch Supplies.
As Harry walked into the shop and found himself in the midst of a crowd. Harry nudged the person next to him.
"What is going on?" He asked the plump, old witch.
"Victor Crumb is here!" she yelled back as she turned her head away. Than jerked her head back with a look of recognition on her face. "Your Harry Potter!"
"Yes, ma'am" Harry muttered as her eyes darted up to his scar.
"Harry Potter is here, too!" yelled the witch.
The witches efforts to yell over the crowd was rewarded with a load shriek from several young ladies.
"'Arry!" came a heavy Bulgarian accent in the far corner of the room. "let me over to 'Arry pleaze."
Victor Crumb moved swiftly over to Harry and put an arm around him, developing him into a huge bare hug.
"How is Her-mo-niny?" He asked with great effort. "I came to Britain to show her that I can say her name right!"
Harry stared at Victor for a few seconds before saying. "Victor, we need to talk."
