"YOU PUT HER BACK RIGHT NOW OR YOU'LL WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!" Uncle Vernon roared, his face red, with livid fury, spit flying from his mouth.

Harry didn't believe it. He had just inflated his aunt.

He only had a few seconds to think: he grabbed his trunk and burst outdoors, the cool, moist air whipping his face as he ran, and ran, and ran, oblivious to where he was going.

He approached a busy muggle area with many little shops lined delicately across a small, winding road. It was midday, and the summer sun beat down it's elegant rays of sunshine upon his face.

He paused to take a breath.

As he passed, he saw a beggar. The beggar looked malnourished, and as though one more second of life would finish him off.

Harry felt pity for the beggar. People rushed past him. Like Harry, he was invisible.

Harry reached in his trunk for some sickles, but remembered that muggles couldn't use magic currency. Instead, he opened up the section of his trunk with all of the sweets he had got on the Hogwarts Express on the way back from Hogwarts. He found some chocolate: It was a magic chocolate that allowed you to regulate your temperature: If you felt hot, it would make you cooler. If you felt cold, it would make you warmer. If you were fine, it would still just go as a nice snack.

Harry approached the beggar. "Hello?" he said anxiously. The man looked up.

"Here." Harry said, putting the chocolate in the beggar's hands. "They make you feel whatever temperature you want to. It's mag— uh, I mean, the latest scientific discovery- chocolate that changes your temperature." Harry laughed nervously.

The beggar looked up and gave a weak smile. Harry returned one, and said "well, I better get going now. Bye."

But he didn't realise that someone had been watching him.

He bumped into a bus- it was the Knight Bus, apparently. He rode to Diagon Alley, and met Cornelius Fudge, who seemed perfectly cheerful and indifferent to the fact that Harry had blown up his aunt. He wanted Harry to stay in Diagon Alley, and Harry agreed. He didn't want to go back into the muggle world! He was in the Leaky Cauldron and had a room of his own. He put down his trunk.

As he opened it, he saw something that wasn't there. There was a box. A golden box. It's beautiful, Harry thought admiringly. Probably goblin-made. But he noticed that there was a symbol on it. He ran his fingers across the indents, and felt a warmth spreading from the box to his fingers. He wanted to open it, but what if it was Dark Magic? After the Chamber Of Secrets being opened because of a cursed diary, Harry knew not to trust this. But maybe it was nothing bad.

He couldn't resist it. He opened the box, and saw two earpieces. They were red.

Suddenly, a blinding light flashed in his eyes and he saw a strange, hovering sort of ladybird.

"Hello, Harry Potter! I am Tikki, a kwami!"

Harry gasped, and fell backwards in shock. "A what!?"

"I'm a kwami. I grant powers."