AE: Please R&R. This is my first story so don't kill me if its bad.

AE: All the charters belong to JK Rowling and her publishers and stuff. So I am not copywriting. 

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            "Where is that place where you buy all that hocus pocus crap?" Uncle Veron asked. "You mean Diagon Alley?" Harry replied. "Yes, that's the place." Uncle Veron muttered. "Dudley, come here son. That's the ticket. Number A5. NOW!" Uncle Veron yelled. Suddenly Dudley had Harry in a headlock. "Now where is it." "Is what?" "Don't be cute with me boy. Where is it." "I don't know what you're talking about." "Where is Diagon Alley?" "Oh that. Well you have to go to London and. Wait why do you want to know." "So I can take Dudley there so he can get his school supplies." "Fine I'll show you if we go my way." "Deal." Said Uncle Veron quickly.

            "Where did Harry go Dad?" "I don't know but we will find out soon enough." In the meantime Harry had raced upstairs and threw open his trunk. He grinned devilishly. He had the perfect idea. He picked up a little clay pot full of a mysterious sparkly powder and raced downstairs. Now that he was 16 he was allowed to use magic in the Muggle world. Harry walked up to the fireplace and muttered, "Incendio." Magical flames burst from the hearth.

            "This is called Floo Powder." Harry explained. "You take a handful and throw it into the fire like so." Harry threw the powder into the fire and watched the flames turn from fiery orange to mellow green. "Aunt Petunia go into the fire." Harry instructed. "Won't it burn me?" She cried. Harry laughed. "Nope just step into the fire and yell "Diagon Alley" at the top of your lungs. You will go strait to Diagon Alley. But, mind you, when you get there, please don't wander around. Stay in right by the grate and don't move." "Ok, but I will kill you if I burn." "But if you burn how will you kill me?" Harry taunted.

            Aunt Petunia took a deep breath and walked into the green flames. "It feels warm like somebody gently tickling me. I love it!" Aunt Petunia exclaimed. "No say Diagon Alley loudly and clearly." "Ok." Petunia took another deep breath and said. "Diagon Alley." With a loud whoosh she was gone.

"Dudley you next and stay next to your mother. Oh yeah take some Floo Powder." Harry whispered into Dudley's ear.  Dudley reached into the pot and took a small handful of the Floo Powder. "Diagon Alley." With a loud whoosh he was gone as well.

"They better be ok or you will be my lunch. Comprende. Capish." Uncle Veron snapped. "They will be ok. Just chill. Don't move around or I will find you and curse you. Make sure you wait for me because you will be in MY world and it is completely different than YOUR world." Harry said quickly. Harry gestured to the Floo Powder and Uncle Veron took a handful of it, walked into the flames and yelled, "Diagon Alley." With a loud whoosh he was gone.

"Finally!" Harry exclaimed. He took a handful of Floo Powder from the pot, walked into the flames and yelled, "Diagon Alley!" With a loud whoosh he was spinning. Tucking his arms in tightly and watching the familiar green flames swirl around him. After about 30 seconds the flames spun slower and slower until they stopped at the entrance of Diagon Alley. As Harry stepped out of the grate, he saw Uncle Veron, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley standing outside the grate waiting for him to come out looking menacing.

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I hope you liked it. Did I keep leave you in suspense. I know it sounds kind of corny right now but the plot is just developing so bear with me for the next few chapters.