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A/N Hey, this chapter is a little longer so I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 3
The next day, as soon as the sunlight hit Harry's window, he was up, nervously hopping about in excitement. Once he had had breakfast he quickly popped upstairs to get his white cane. He figured it would be useful to have in a crowd. Just before they were about to leave, Harry had a thought and quickly ran to his bedroom to fetch his sunglasses. Harry absolutely hated people commenting on his eyes; and anyway, it was really sunny outside.
Dudley and Vernon both declined coming to Diagon Alley, not wanting to miss the football match that was on the television later that day. So it was only Aunt Petunia and Harry who drove to London that day. Petunia said she vaguely remembered Diagon Alley but the only thing she could remember about getting there was something about a leaky pub. They had been wandering around London for ages. They were about to turn around and go home and maybe send a letter to the school asking for directions when Harry suddenly stopped his Aunt."Is that it, Aunt Petunia, The Leaky Cauldron" Harry said excitedly. Aunt Petunia glanced around, startled to see the shop."That wasn't there before-"She was cut off by an excited Harry tugging on her hand." Let's go Aunt Petunia!"Harry exclaimed before rapidly feeling about with his cane. Although blind, Harry could still make quite a lot distance, so Petunia quickly hurried after her nephew a small smile on her face.
They both entered the pub slightly nervously looking around. Harry grasped Aunt Petunia's hand and allowed her to lead him to the counter where she asked him if he knew the way to Diagon Alley."Why yes I do ma'am, follow me" He replied immediately only allowing himself a slight curious glance at the long white cane Harry held tightly in his left hand. After introducing himself as Tom, he led them out the back door to a brick wall."How are we going-".Petunia was once again cut off as Tom pulled out an intricately carved stick from his back pocket and began to tap seemingly random bricks. Just as Petunia was about to voice her questions again, a loud rumbling could be heard as the wall slowly opened to reveal a narrow, street bustling with life.
Harry, with one hand on his cane and the other firmly wrapped around Petunias fingers he began dragging her along to their first destination, Ollivander's Wands. This was the thing Harry was most excited about. He would be like people in storybooks with their magic wands. But the real reason he was so excited about wands was because he held a firm belief that magic could fix anything. Therefore it could fix his eyes. Petunia had tried a couple of times to talk with him, reminding him that while they might be able to fix his eyes, he shouldn't get his hopes up too much just in case they can't. But Harry just brushed her off, his mind hopelessly lost in endless daydreams of being able to see again.
The sound of a bell, almost made Harry trip over in surprise before he realized it was just from the door. They both entered carefully, covering their mouths as the overpowering musty smell hit them like a wave. There also didn't seem to be anybody in the shop. Harry detached himself from his Aunt and began feeling the walls of the shop. His hands came into contact of boxes of different sizes and shapes but he couldn't figure out what they contained. Unknown to Harry a figure had slipped out of the shadows and placed himself at the desk. Petunia had her back to him but Harry was looking right at him but he didn't seem to see him. "eh hem" Ollivander cleared his throat, looking pointedly at Harry but it was Aunt Petunia who came over to the desk."Harry, come here, it's time to get your wand" Harry wordlessly obeyed, moving jerkily towards the sound of his Aunts voice.
"Ah, the Boy-Who-Lived, it seems as if only yesterday when your parents were here getting their first wands. But now, let us focus on you". Ollivander stated in a low voice. Almost as soon as the words had left his mouth he was moving around grabbing box after box from the shelves."Ah let's try this one Mr. Potter, 12 inches Holly Wood, Unicorn Hair core, quite pliable". Ollivander thrusted the wand into Harry's shaking hands. "Go on then, what are you waiting for give it a wave". Ollivander said, already reaching for another box. Harry nervously waved the wand, but immediately dropped it as he heard a loud noise. Due to Ollivander muttering to himself he managed to figure out that he had tipped all the boxes of their shelves. With a slight apologetic smile on his face Harry reached forwards for the next wand. Again and again, Harry was handed wand after wand, each of them making Ollivander more enthusiastic to find the right wand for Harry Potter. Finally, when Harry had almost given up hope of finding a wand, Ollivander quietly said to himself. "I wonder..." The aged wand maker slowly made his way over the store, stopping only at a white box. Considering most of the boxes in the room were varying shades of brown this was stood out even to the muggle eyes of Petunia. However she bit her tongue deciding not to mention it to Harry, so as not to give him more worries. "May I see your cane Mr. Potter", Ollivander said unexpectedly. "um okay", came Harry's nervous reply as he handed his treasured cane over to Ollivander. "Oh yes, Mr. Potter it is just as I expected, your cane is made of a most special wood with quite rare magical powers. It is the wood of the white Cherry Tree. It is rumored that there is only one in the entire world. Your cane seems to have come from one of the many branches. Fortunately for you I also own a wand that comes from this very same tree. 11 inches, White Cherry wood and a powerful Dragon Heartstring core. Oh yes, Mr. Potter, this is a powerful wand. It not only contains the magical wood from a most rare tree, it also holds the dragon heartstring from the most feared dragon of all time, Smaug. Yes, Mr. Potter, this wand holds great power; I can only hope you are able to wield it well." He finished speaking, handing the wand and the cane back to their rightful owner.
As he was handed the wand, Harry felt a rush of power surge up his right arm. The energy exploded out from his fingertips, an array of fireworks dazzling those who saw it. Harry not seeing the display he put on clutched the wand as he clutched his cane."Yes, yes that's the right wand for you. That will be 10 galleons." Seeing Petunia pause he quickly said" It's not a problem, I will charge it directly to the Potter Trust Fund but I suggest you pay Gringotts, the wizarding bank, a visit.
Petunia proved quite apt at maneuvering through the crowds and it wasn't long before they found themselves standing at the bottom of a set of elegant marble steps. Harry's cane and sunglasses made quite a few people stare so they quickly hurried into Gringotts. Petunia moved straight to the nearest teller but when she got there she was lost for words. Luckily Harry, having read about goblins in some of his mothers old textbooks he knew what to do."Greetings, May your gold flourish, and may your enemies lie at your feet". Almost instantly, the bank fell silent, all of the goblins staring at the child wizard who was the first one in centuries to properly give the goblin greeting. The teller he was speaking to quickly got a hold on himself and replied."Greetings Wizard, may your knowledge grow and may your enemies seek forgiveness."'
After a few seconds had passed, the goblin broke the silence. "How may I help you Mr. Potter" This caused the rest of the goblins to continue."I would like to make a withdrawal from my vault please" Harry said politely. They were taken underground via a cart but finally they were standing outside the potter vault. It sounded as if the goblin had opened the vault door and he was correct. The goblin handed him a pouch and told him to go collect what he needed.
As Harry entered the first thing he noticed was the heavy metallic smell that hung around the piles of gold. Deciding to come back and look around another time Harry quickly felt along the floor until he came across a pile of what felt like coins. He looked over to his Aunt and she confirmed it. Thankful he had been right he quickly used his pale hands to shovel in some of the coins. Once he felt it was enough he put the pouch in his pocket and exited the vault.
Petunia could already tell Harry had begun to get tired so they decided to quickly make their way round to the rest of the shops. They visited the apothecary which Petunia refused to enter because she said the smell made her feel sick. They also visited Madam Malkin's Robes for all occasions where they got Harry fitted with school robes. Harry also decided to purchase a few more robes, one a pair of dress robes. Since, he didn't care what they looked like and didn't want to ask his Aunt what color they were he went for the feel of the clothes. This ended with him buying a dragon hide vest because he liked the feel of the scales and a fur cloak.
Their last visit of the day was Flourish and Blotts. They entered this store much more comfortably than they had the last few, for this was something they were both familiar with. The first thing Harry did was ask his Aunt to lead him to the counter, where he asked if they did the books in Braille, although to be honest he did not even know how to read Braille. His Aunt had only mentioned it to him once, and the school he went to just didn't care at all. He promised himself that before they went home today they would visit a muggle bookstore and purchase some books that taught him how to read Braille.
Unfortunately, the wizard at the desk said that they only had a few books that were printed in Braille and these were mostly advanced defense books. Sighing heavily, Harry said he would take all the books they had in Braille. However it was a very determined boy that left the bookstore that night. Harry had never really tried to learn Braille because he never cared about doing well at school, but Hogwarts would be different. He would make his parents proud no matter what it took.
A/N Hey, just a little heads up, Harry is going to be sorted next chapter. If anyone has any preferences as to where they'd like harry to go please out a review down below; whichever house he is in will have a big impact on the rest of the story.