Harry followed Mr. Twinkle Toes out of the orphanage and bid goodbye to Mrs. Desp, the three males walked to an alleyway, Harry growing more and more confused as they went. When they got into the alley, Twinkle Toes looked around, making sure no one was around, and nodded towards the Professor. Quirrell held out his arm, and gave it a significant look, then looked at Harry. Harry grabbed the Professor's arm and suddenly felt as though he was being forced through a very small tube.

The sensation stopped and Harry was on the ground. Harry rolled over got his knees under him, and immediately threw up. Quirrell winced and vanished the mess, not that Harry noticed, he was too busy being embarrassed about throwing up and trying not to do it again.

"Don't worry, my boy, everyone throws up after their first Apparition experience. Come on now, we need to go to Gringotts!"

Harry sighed and stood up to follow after Twinkly, Quirrell beside him. Harry was quickly getting annoyed, and wondered if he hadn't gone with the ignorant, sniffling little boy act with Mrs. Desp, if he could have come alone. Harry had actually known about the Wizarding World since he was six.

Flashback

A younger Harry was walking down one of the history isles in the London Library -on one of the very few trips the Dursleys had actually taken him on, although they did only dump him here for the time being- when someone smacked into him suddenly. The person -a girl Harry noticed- looked at him with all the disdain a six-year-old could manage.

"How are you here," she barked " muggles aren't supposed to be able to be in this section."

Harry was confused, what was a muggle? Hoping she would answer, he asked.

"A muggle is someone who can't do magic. Since you're over here, now that I think about it, you can't be a muggle. You must either be a mudblood, or an ignorant Light half-blood. Which is it."

"Mudblood? What's that? And what do you mean magic!"

"Oh enough with the questions! What's your full name?"

"Harry James Potter."

She gasped, looked at him, then said, "I'm Lillian Moon, and we are going to go talk to my parents, see what they make of you having obviously grown up in the muggle world."

She grabbed his wrist and started pulling him in the direction she had come from.

"You can't just say magic exists then just wave aside my questions!"

"I can and I will, shut up and come on my parents will explain."

And they had. They had explained so much, even explaining the differences between the Dark and so-called Light that Lillian had implied earlier. They told Harry the truth regarding his parents, and as much as they could in that first meeting.

Harry had seen them a couple dozen more times in the Surrey library after he explained his home life to him. They had even come by the house at one point, but were unable to enter due to what Mr. Moon explained to be a ward. He wasn't quite sure what type, but he said it seemed ancient and Dark, which seemed to surprise him.

Flashback Over

The Three continued on the way to Gringotts after Harry was sure he wasn't going to get sick again. Harry was not surprised, yet still amazed by everything happening on Diagon Alley. He had been once or twice, but the lively atmosphere never ceased to amaze him. Harry looked at the pet shop as he passed, hoping he could get a pet that he would be able to keep. Once, when Harry was younger, he had had a pet mouse he had found in his cupboard, but when Dudely saw it, he killed it. He thought it was disgusting, but had said something along the lines of 'it's just as disgusting as you, Freak!'

Harry hadn't been paying enough attention to know exactly what was said, as he was too angry. Dudley's head started to slowly sprout hair, well, more like fur. Harry was very proud of that burst of 'accidental' magic. Harry shook himself out of the recollection, noticing a beautiful snowy owl in a cage outside the store.

Harry sighed, and ran to catch up with Dumbledore and Professor Quirrell, who were just starting to enter the bank. When Harry caught up, Quirrell looked down with a small smirk and huff of laughter. Harry was slightly startled that Dumbledore didn't notice that he hadn't been following, yet Quirrell had. Just goes to show how far Dumbledore had slipped. Harry looked at a message engraved in the marble wall as he passed which read:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

Harry thought it read as more of a bet than a threat. Harry scoffed, then nodded to one of the Goblins guarding the entrance doors as they passed.

The group approached the counter, and Dumbledore smiled up at the Goblin, who merely sneered in response. "I have here with me, and he needs to access his vault."

"Does have his key?"

"Ah! Yes, yes, here it is."

Harry was unsure why Dumbledore had his key, but he did not like it. It seemed... suspicious.

"How much should be in my vault, after 11 years," Harry asked quickly, "It should be a size-able amount, yes?"

The goblin looked Harry over, nodded his head, and said, "After 11 years of deposits, there should be 560,000 galleons. No more, no less."

"I notice you said should, how much is in there now? Is there more or less in the vault?"

"Less."

"Where has the money gone then?"

"There have been several withdrawals made by on-"

"Ah! Harry, my boy, surely it is not that important to know who took it, perhaps they were just in more need of it than you?"

Harry looked at Dumbledore incredulously opening his mouth to reply, when he was stopped by a look from Professor Quirrell. Harry closed his mouth and gave Dumbledore a look full of loathing.

Harry turned his head, offering a subtle snub. He was not pleased that he was not figuring out what was happening to his money, but he could put it off until he could come by himself. He was already making plans to come back as soon as he could.

The group entered the cart, which, Harry noticed, did not have a seat belt or even a bar to keep them in place. The goblin stepped in after them, closing the door. It pulled a lever, and the cart rocketed down the track. The cart was moving fast enough to make Harry worry he would sick up again if it didn't stop soon. Luckily, it stopped after a moment, with the Goblin calling out, "Vault 687"

They stepped out of the cart, Dumbledore handing the key to the Goblin, who opened the door and handed the key to Harry. Harry shoved the key into his pocket before Dumbledore could ask for it back as he looked like he wanted to.

Harry looked in the vault and saw a giant pile of gold, surrounded by a few smaller piles of bronze and silver. The Goblin said in a dry voice, "17 Sickles to a Galleon, 29 Knuts to a Sickle. 493 Knuts to a Galleon."

...

They exited the bank Dumbledore stopping and saying, "Well, this is where I leave you, I have a few things to attend to, Professor Quirrell will help you get your things, and I will see you come September 1st."

"Yes, I will see you on the first, Headmaster. I hope your errands go well, until we meet again." Harry nodded to the Headmaster with as much of a smile as he could manage. He was glad to be free of the man, at least for a while. The Headmaster gave a slightly forced smile, nodding his head and turning around.

Harry turned towards Professor Quirrell, motioning for him to lead the way. Quirrell turned and began walking to what Harry assumed to be the robe shop -Why they couldn't just wear trousers and a button up, Harry didn't know, much more practical in his opinion.- called Madame Malkin's Robes For All Occasions. They walked past the pet shop once again, Harry seeing the beautiful owl once again. Harry was contemplating getting the owl, but knew he would have no use for her and she would only suffer for it. They walked in, Quirrell leading him to a portly woman with brown hair tied up in a neat bun. The shop itself looked a good deal like the woman, orderly but overflowing. Rows upon rows of ready made robes in all the colours, cuts, and sizes you could imagine. The woman turned towards them, beaming, she said, "Hello! Hogwarts, dear? Yes, yes come over to this stool here."

Harry stepped up onto the stool she indicated, curiously eyeing the boy to his left. The boy had ice blonde hair and sharp features. Harry wasn't sure what colour his eyes were, until the boy turned towards him, and he saw that he had beautiful silver eyes. The boy looked him over and said, "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and yours?"

"Harry, Harry Potter."

The blondes eyes widened, then he smirked. "Pleased to meet you, my mum is over buying my books now, but I have yet to get my wand, have you?"

"No, not yet."

"Would you like to join me?"

Harry looked to Quirrell, who gave a small nod. "I would be happy to."

Draco gave a real smile, then looked over to the window, where a group of rowdy redheads was walking by. He sneered, looked at Harry, and said "You should stick with me, as their are some families that are simply... better than others."

Harry nodded and smiled, having already known that he would stick with Draco over the Weaslys who had just passed by. Harry had recognized the Weaslys from Lily's description of them, she had described them as, "A hoard of red heads with no sense between them, even though they were mostly Ravenclaws."

"What house do you think you will be in? I'll be in Slytherin, there hasn't been a Malfoy not in Slytherin since my family came here from France."

"I'll probably be in either Ravenclaw or Slytherin, although my parents were in Gryffindor."

"Ravenclaw is a good house, better than Hufflepuff I'll say."

The woman had finished measuring them by that time, and turned to Harry to ask a question he assumed she had already asked Draco. "Would you like anything other than your school robes, dear?"

Harry stopped to think for a moment, and said, "Yes, I would like a few black jumpers, as well as a few pairs of black trousers. A pair of dress shoes, and a few button ups."

The woman smiled and gave a wave of her wand, everything Harry had listed flying off the racks and onto the counter shrinking to what Harry assumed was his measurements along the way. Harry got off the stool, and went to the counter, setting down the amount of Galleons along the way.

Harry waited by the door for Draco's robes to finish flying over to the counter, and when it was finally done, Draco and Harry left, following Quirrell to Ollivanders, the wand shop. Draco said his mum was already there, and that Harry would meet her when they got there.

They walked down the alley a little more, finally coming across the store they were looking for they saw a pale blonde woman out side the store. Draco's mum was a very beautiful woman with beautiful hair, but it was no where near as blonde as Draco's. Hers was more of a golden blonde with lighter streaks throughout.

Harry smiled at the woman as they approached. Draco grabbed his wrist and pulled him to stand in front of her. Draco dropped his wrist and motioned to him saying, "Mother, this is my new friend that I met at the robe shop. His name is Harry Potter."

Mrs. Malfoy looked at him with slightly widened eyes, but that was the only change in her expression. She looked him over, then held out her hand with the palm facing down wards. Harry remembered Lily telling him about the Malfoy family, while talking about pureblood customs. Harry grabbed the offered fingers and kissed her hand. She smiled slightly, as though she had been expecting him to not know anything of their customs. "Hello, Heir Potter, how are you?"

"Very well, Lady Malfoy, and yourself?"

"Splendid. I'm afraid that this question will sound rude, but I must ask you anyway, Where have you been staying? We have been led to believe you have been living in luxury, but by the way you are dressed -again I apologize if I come off as rude- you do not look like you have been."

"Ah, no, I haven't. I've been living in the muggle world, with my... loving... relatives. At least, I was. I am no longer in their custody, as they dropped me at Wools Orphanage on my cousin's birthday."

Narcissa looked outraged, "I will not have my nephew living in an orphanage! Let alone with muggles! I need to discuss this with Lucius..."

Harry was kind of shocked but not willing to show it so he just nodded a bit. Quirrell must have noticed that he was uncomfortable, for he ushered her into the shop, Draco following along behind him. Harry entered last, looking around the seemingly empty shop, taking in the towering shelves full of rectangular boxes. Narcissa cleared her throat, and a head of white hair popped around the corner of a shelf. The man who was probably Ollivander, had odd silvery eyes, which didn't seem to be focused on any particular thing. He grinned and looked in Narcissa's direction. "Ah, Miss Black, or is it Mrs. Malfoy now?"

"Yes."

"I remember your wand, a beautiful Ebony, 11 in, Unicorn hair core, quite whippy, are you here for a new wand?"

"No, I'm here with my son for his wand, along with his friend Mr. Potter."

Ollivander's head whipped around to face Harry, still grinning, which was a bit unsettling, and said, "AH! Mr. Potter! I remember you parents, why, your mother, It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work. Your father, on the other hand, favoured a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favoured it — it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."

"Of course," said Harry, " How else would it happen?"

Ollivander continued grinning, which Harry was starting to get used to. "Which wand is your wand arm?"

"Well, I'm right handed...?"

Ollivander nodded, and flicked his own sandy coloured wand, causing two tape measures to fly out of the tip, at Harry and Draco, who had held out his left arm when prompted. The tape was whizzing all around them measuring everywhere, including the space between their nostrils. Harry wasn't sure why that needed measured but went along with it anyway. Ollivander finally called off the tapes, which fell to the ground limply. He came back from between the shelves with two piles of boxes, opening one and handing the wand to Draco. Draco waved the wand causing the vase in the corner to explode. Draco jumped and handed it back to Ollivander, who sighed. This continued on for a few more wands util finally Draco was handed one, and when he waved it, silver sparks spouted out of the tip. "10 in, Hawthorn, unicorn hair! A fine creation that one."

Draco smirked and looked to his mother, who smiled at him with a bit of pride. Ollivander turned to Harry, handing him one of the boxes, looking at him expectantly. Harry pulled out the wand, and gave it a flick, slightly disappointed but not surprised, when nothing happened, except a window breaking. They went through man wands, Ollivander becoming even more ecstatic as they tried more, until finally, they cam across a brown wand, that wasn't too long or too short. Harry took the wand and waved it flowers spouting out of the tip, until it suddenly stopped, Ollivander looking slightly put out. Ollivander took the wand from Harry, with an apologetic look. "The core bonded, but the wood did not. Simple fix really, but always disappointing when it needs to be done. Simply hold your hand over the woods I bring out, and I'll combine them."

Ollivander ran his wand down the side of the brown wand, causing the wood to split. He then jogged back to wherever he had emerged from when the group came in. He came back with a larger box, which had the raw wood.

He lied out the raw wood in a straight line on his counter and waved Harry over. Harry walked over to him, and started to move his hand over the pieces of wood. Harry felt a tingle come from a few pieces of wood, but they still didn't feel... right to him. Near the middle of the line up Harry found a long piece of ivory wood. Harry stopped on it, having felt an almost burning sensation coming from it. Harry picked it up, and turned to face Ollivander. Ollivander took it from him, and held up the orange feather he had pulled from the brown wand, holding the wood and the feather very close together. He let go of the items, and they remained floating. He moved his wand in a downward, ending it with a slight curve. There was a bright flash of red light, and a sharp snap. After a moment the light faded away, leaving behind a long white wand.

Harry grabbed the wand, and felt a huge rush, that hadn't happened with the original wood.

"12 1/2 in, Aspen wood, and Phoenix feather core. Often mistaken for Yew, Aspen is a great wand for revolutionaries. The core makes yours a brother to the very wand that gave you that scar. We can expect Great things from you , great indeed."

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