A/N: again I do not own anything potterish..Oh and I lay claim to this plot… and a wonderful candy bar I am snacking on at this moment.

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Cartri-Howlman-Carthaki-Spy: this chapter will answer your question.. don't worry new plot twist to come. trust me other than that I can't tell u.. sry

The leaves were growing crisp on the trees, only the ever greens showed no true change. The fireplaces of hundreds were filled with the glow of floo powder. The flying cars and enchanted brooms set in motion slowly stealing the sky from the birds themselves. Everyone whom had a child of age, and received the post this morning, was headed to one place- Diagon Alley. . The wizarding world that came so close to London was packed to its gills with wizards, and witches, tall, small young and old. Each bustling around buying book, wands and familiars. The alley was packed worse than a giant in a trunk, and among the brewing stew of people were two boys each 11 trailed by the richest man to date. " we will have the best Harry" the blonde wizard replied as Harry looked longingly through the shop window at the newest broom on the market, one that very few had the privilege of riding. It sat like a blank piece of parchment, Harry nodded to his brother.. he knew his name would be written upon it, his father always got them what they wanted. The elder wizard took this moment to tap Harry on the shoulder with his long, black, snake tipped cane. " Come along.. boys let's get inside." Harry obeyed a smile on his lips, the smile of a spoiled child…one that held hidden agendas between the teeth. As he entered the shop he scratched the scar he had received from an accident or so he was told… he couldn't actually remember.

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Dumbledore paced his office as he did when in thought, or if he found that he had no thought at all. Two of his most trusted confidants stood within these four walls, only these chosen few, and the sleeping pictures would know of what was spoken here. "He is coming to Hogwarts today ..Professor." Professor Minerva McGonagall stated simply though her voice was sharp and worry hung from the very syllables. No reply came to her comment as it simply hung in the already heavy air. After a few moments of the relentless silence Hagrid spoke " Professor sir, I could take him-" Dumbledore held up a hand. " no no Minerva please watch over Harry, do take great care of it.. Hagrid do the same. You both must take great caution. All will work out in time." They nodded each in return to their orders, worry still hinting on their faces. There are three types of silence… the heavy peaceful sort after a long laugh, the easy sort, respectful silence, and the most heavy type one that held a foreboding of bad times ahead. This was the one each left through as they prepared for the sorting ceremony.

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His family had already moved on to the animal shop as he stood alone in Alabaster's shop waiting impatiently for the old man to pick anther wand. The first one had removed doors and ruffled their papers everywhere as if blowing a huff of annoyance ta the fact it had been chosen for the wrong wizard. The second had blown up something! Obviously it was a little peeved about the selection. And now the young boy waited for anther, half of him wondering how a pure blood could take so bloody long, and the other more nagging side telling him this man knew what he was doing- to be kind and patient. This nagging side of him Harry could never understand, his father held no such thoughts. "Here try this..Just be very careful" Harry took the wand with a sly motion as he backed dup and felt as if he was covered in a warm blanket. "Curious, very curious" "what?" "That wand has a phoenix feather in it young man, and the only other one that holds a feather from that bird was used by you know who." V-?" " shhh! But yes that wand was used to do great things -He paused-terrible, but great"

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Harry's younger blonde haired brother held all his items, including the best pair of owls money could buy, both black as the heart of you know who , each with eyes yellow as the bellies of mud bloods cowards. It was going to be the perfect first year, and it was going to go his way. Slytherin would in no doubt win the house cup. His family would rule the school and that crack pot Dumbledore had better no get in his way. "Harry happy Birthday!" he called to his brother who stood outside of alabaster's. He pushed and shoved his way through the crowd, more important things waited for him then them. The train for example would be coming soon and they had to get to that platform. " move you" he shouted to the last person before handing the caged owl to him. Harry grinned shoving his brother in the arm. "Thanks Draco"

A/N: shocking' isn't it? Please r&r waits with candy bars and fire hose ponders wonder if Harry's "good side" will prevail and where did this side come form?