Tea was an eventful meal that night, how do you break to a family that magic really does exist and one of them is a wizard. It was an odd situation to be caught up in. Will didn't know what to say, but eventually after lots of pleading his dad started to doubt his previous principles. It was decided that until Harry came back he wouldn't be pushed into committal.

Will was excited about the prospect of his first encounter with the wizarding world, and was surprised that Tuesday came so quickly. At 10am on Tuesday morning, as arranged Harry came knocking at the front door, it was Mr Wilson who opened it.

"Er, Hi, Is Will about? I said I'd come round before going shopping, is now OK?" Mr Wilson didn't have a chance before Will pushed him out of the door, a huge smile on his face when he realised it was his new-found friend.

"Hi Harry, come in!" HE said, a grin plastered across his face and making no obvious effort to keep the excitement out of his voice.

Will nodded and Mr Wilson stepped out of the doorway allowing the local hoodlum into their house. "You warming to the idea?" Harry said, a slight tone of amusement in his voice.

"He's doing more than that, he's positively ecstatic at the prospect. I'm not sure I believe you yet though." The sobering tones of Mr Wilson announced.

"Dad, you didn't see what he did last week. It was amazing, he managed to get a letter to fly straight into his hand and cleaned it up till it was good as new, he also made this big stag come out of the end of his wand."

The 3 males went and sat on the sofa in the pale cream living room. A few pictures and photos were placed on the walls, each depicting a happy family scene, a TV lay unused in the corner. The whole room had a slightly show-house feel to it, it had obviously been recently decorated.

Mr Wilson still watched Harry like a hawk, refusing to take his eyes off him for a second just in case he whipped away a family heirloom while their backs were turned. As soon as the sat down Harry launched into plans for Tuesday. "Well we need to go to Diagon Alley, my friend Hermione said she could give us all a lift there, she'll be here in about a 30minutes to and hour."

Will started to feel nervous, as if someone had emptied the entire contents of Butterfly World into his tummy. "I'm going to be so behind. I don't know anything about magic."

"I know how you feel, I never got told anything about my mum and dad at the Dursely's. I didn't know I was a wizard until I was 11. Really though, everyone starts at the beginning, Hermione is the best in the year and she's a muggle born and Neville really struggles and he was brought up with magic."

Will nodded frantically again, Harry suppressed a small chuckle while rummaging around in his black Umbro bag, the kind everyone had as school bags 3 years ago, this one was particularly beaten as it once belonged to Dudley. Eventually Harry pulled out a blue leather-bound album and flicked through it until there was a picture of a large stone castle "That is Hogworts."

Will was impressed, not just at the large castle and huge grounds that included a lake, but that the picture was moving. It must have been a windy day as the clouds moved and leaves where being propelled in the air.

The pair continued to flick through, most of the photos had Harry's friends in but they were all taken at the school. There were some taken in the great hall with a ceiling which looked like outside and of the astronomy tower with the panoramic views of the Scottish countryside. Eventually came a picture of a few people on brooms, one of whom was Harry who was making an impressive dive. It looked like football on brooms with the teams, one in green and the other in red. As if reading his mind Harry answered the unasked question.

"That is quidditch, it's the wizarding equivalent of football. The rules are awkward to explain but I love playing it, I'm something called a seeker that means I have to find a little ball which flies around. Before you go if you want you can have a go on my broom, I found somewhere quiet enough to get away with it over the summer. I'll explain more then. The 2 teams there are house teams at Hogworts. There are four houses in all, Hufflepuf, Ravenclaw, Slytherin and Gryffindor. You get put in them depending on your talents. I'm a Gryffindor and we don't get on with Slytherin."

Will understood perfectly houses, he was in Lowry at primary school and Lowry never won anything. Week after week the plaque on the house shield stayed blue for Peel, occasionally going yellow for Wordsworth or green of Bronte but never the red he wanted to see so much. House rivalry was prevalent at Little Whinging CP, it would be no surprise the same was true elsewhere. Even his friends going to Woodhey were starting to form rivalries between the 6 houses of Ashton, Calrowse, Grant, Hoyle, Kay and Peel and they hadn't even met most of their fellow housemates yet.

"At Hogworts it isn't like at primary school though, because you live in your houses and have classes and everything together they really are like your family while you are there. The rivallary between Gryffindor and Slytherin has been going on since the founders, which was about 1000 years ago. There's a lot of history between them."

The pair became so involved in the conversation about Hogworts they totally forgot about Dave's presence in the room, he appeared to have been won over, in no small part thanks to the moving photographs. His jaw practically hit the floor when he first saw them. He finally broke his silence, "Sorry Harry for being cold this morning. It's just a lot to take in"

Harry didn't seem to care about his earlier misconceptions, but Will was ashamed of his father's behaviour. He was especially ashamed of that he believed the crap that had been spread about Harry. He was a perfectly nice guy. He didn't have much chance to brood though as there was a knock at the door, which Dave answered knowing full well it was probably Harry's friend to take them to this mysterious street in the heart of London.

Indeed, when Mr Wilson returned he was followed by a bushy haired girl about half a foot taller than Will was. She immediately ran over to Harry and embraced him. "Harry! How are you? Have you been reading the prophet, they are still going on about the end of last term."

"I've not read it since fifth year, it's full of rubbish. Anyway this is Mr Wilson and Will who I've been talking about in the letters"

Hermione briefly introduced herself, she appeared to be a little bit of an intellectual but this didn't bother Will. His suspicions were further confirmed when she addressed the room in a business like tone, which now included Emma who had just returned from dropping Izzy at a child minders, "Well me and Harry will apparate to the Leaky Cauldron and meet you outside there. My mum and dad know the way and it gives you a chance to talk to some people about what it's like for them having a kid going to Hogworts. Is that OK?" The Wilsons all nodded in agreement and they were escorted to the car.

Will was slightly peeved that he couldn't have gone with Harry and Hermione, but he didn't even know what apparition was, let alone how to do it. Hermione's mum sat in the back with Emma and Will while the 2 men sat in the front. Will decided to eavesdrop on the women's conversation for ease.

"I'm so proud of our Hermione, she's doing alright at school. They can't do magic outside of school until they are 17 so we've only recently got to see what she's been doing. It's amazing to watch."

Emma nodded in agreement "When Harry came round I couldn't believe what he was able to do, I was gobsmacked"

"I've never spoken to Harry really, he's really quiet but Hermione speaks highly of him. They are really close, they've always been a little group of three, Hermione is going out with Ron whose Harry's other best friend. A lovely family the Wealseys."

"Don't you miss her when she's away?"

"Oh, of course, but she sends us plenty of owls. The schools provide owls for the kids to use, although some have their own. Harry has Hedwig and Ron has Pig. It's quite odd, you get used to them. I always have some owl treat about for them when they come."

"Owls?"

"Oh, sorry, that's how wizards send their post. It's really quick and usually reliable. When she's away at Christmas that's hard, she's stayed a couple of times, she claims it's to use the library but I think it's at least partly because she enjoys it there so much. She's grown up so much while she's been there, I miss her but she's having a whale of a time so if I had my time again I'd almost certainly still send her."

It wasn't long before they pulled into a car park and walked down a narrow street. Eventually they came to run down pub which appeared to come out of no where, it was sandwiched between 2 book shops and no one paid attention to it, it was almost s if people hadn't noticed the building. Outside stood Harry, Hermione and a new red headed tall freckly person Will recognised from the photos, he presumed it must be Ron.

"Hi, I see you made it alright. Well this is Ron, these are Will, Mr and Mrs Wilson." Ron nodded his head at the group. "Ready to make an entrance?" Ron asked Harry.

"Might as well" and with that the group entered the dingy pub and walked to the bar. Will was surprised that such a dirty and bland exterior could be home to such a cosy looking pub, it wasn't special really but it resembled almost a text book on the medieval. There was a broom sweeping up on it's own around the tables occupied mainly by people wearing robes. Behind the bar pots were poring themselves and glasses weren't being collected but just summoned to the bar in the same way Harry did with the Hogworts letter.

As soon as the group walked in the room fell silent and many people where whispering, pointing at the three seventh years and refusing to take their eyes off them. Obviously uncomfortable with the situation Harry dragged the group to a quiet table in the corner.

"What was that about?" Asked Will, seeing the 3 teens being treated as practical royalty.

"You mean you didn't tell them?" The red head said, obviously amused at the situation. If looks could kill he would be six feet under with the beauty Harry sent his way.

"Tell us what?" Asked a now frustrated Will. To which Harry responded with stony silence.

"As Harry is obviously not going to tell you, I will. Harry saved the world."

"Firstly Ron we did it together, and secondly if we didn't do it Dumbledore would have"

"Bull, and you know it. Ok, We saved the world that's the only compromise I'm making" Ron threw himself into his chair in a resolved fashion.

"How? And is this a common thing in the wizarding world?"

"No, Harry destroyed a wizard when he was one, unfortunate he came back and was after Harry. He was the wizarding equivalent of Hitler, he hated those who weren't pure-blood. At the end of last term he tried to kill Harry again, causing him to be ripped from his body. Then we stunned him at the same time and he is gone for good. Don't worry though, that is totally unheard of in the wizarding world." Ron said.

"So you mean the wizarding world is dangerous, you talk about death and destruction as if it is nothing."

"Well, us three are used to it. An unfortunate series of coincidences. It will all be over now though. I'll tell you the full story when we get back, you never know who is listening in these places" Harry said.

Will thought it best not to push his luck.