A/N

Ok well I'm back, sort of I suppose, as I live in Australia, I went back to school heaps earlier then all you Americans, and I have had serious writers block. Like I had trouble writing my English essay . , anyway I'm back

And to all those who are complaining about how short the chapters are, im sorry, but I don't feel it is right for you to criticize me, when you have your own stories on well then you can, and how about some help, I mean you cant just criticize a writer, you go to help him improve CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM people, ok Lachlan breathe, ok im done, sorry. Back to the story, which I am so glad you like by the way, and I will try and "extend my chapters" but as I said….well yeah I'm going to write,….now

Oh and I nearly forgot, I will try to update sooner, but remember school, writers block and well you get the drift

Oh and by the way I will be doing this like if the 6th year was different to the book, cause well I want it to be, it makes me feel secure inside, so like Dumbledore isn't dead and so on and so forth

Disclaimer I own nothing, except I might bring someone in, but I own no one else, wish I did, then I would be like rich as , but I don't –cries-

Return to Diagon Alley

I am
A little bit of loneliness
A little bit of disregard
A handful of complaints
But I can't help the fact
That everyone can see these scars

Linkin Park – Faint

Harry stepped into the bright sunlight as he stumbled sleepily of the bright violet double-decker. After promising to ride in the night bus again soon, he retreated into the dark pub by the name of The Leaky Cauldron, after greeting a few people who recognized him in the polite yet embarrassed tone he always had, he walked up to tom the innkeeper

"Morning Tom, how are you this morning?" he asked brightly

"Top of the world, Mr. Potter, a room for you I presume?" he replied in his usual fashion

"Yes please Tom, ill just be going out for a few hours…."

"That's fine Mr. Potter, your bags will be in there and I will have the key ready for when you return."

"Thanks Tom, I will see you later" the young man said as he proceeded through the archway to Diagon Alley

The feeling of awe never left him, even though he had been to the magical alley's many times before, there was always something new to just burst out at him. But of course some things never changed, like the large white marble building that was home to one of the world's largest wizarding bank and the sneers he got from the goblins that ran it. Harry walked boldly through the long hall as he came to a line marked Withdrawals-Deposits, the line was rather long, he supposed with people getting in early before the start of school rush.

The line was taking hours, no, it seemed like days to Harry, although it had only, in reality been ten minutes, Harry was jumpy, he was now free of the Dursley's, but he knew Dumbledore and maybe several Auror groups and the entire Weasley family would be either looking for him, or worried about him. He knew he shouldn't have done this to them, but it wasn't about them, it was about him, he needed to get out of there, ad not wait for Dumbledore to come and get him. He, of course, did not hate Dumbledore, but he now knew that Dumbledore was not the epitome of perfection that Harry had once thought he was. Finally he was summoned by a disgruntled looking Goblin, but, he supposed, they all seemed to look like that.

"Uh hi, I would like to make a withdrawal from Mr. Harry Potter's account"

"Do you have the key?" the Goblin sneered as he eyed the boy

"Of course" Harry said politely, as he fished the tiny gold key from his pocket, giving it to the Goblin

the goblin tested the key in the usual method "well everything seems to be in order, if you will wait a moment someone will take you shortly."

Suddenly a small Goblin appeared "Good morning sir, my name is grippy, I will be your pilot this morning, please take a seat in this cart and we will be on our way"

Harry was taken aback.