Chapter 4- Diagon Alley

The rest of summer past quickly and Harry had no further meetings with Voldemort since the day he had told him how to get a resorting.

"When the sorting ceremony is over for the first years, all you have to do is go up to Dumbledore in front of the whole school and ask for a resorting."

"That's it!?"

"Some things really are that simple, Harry."

"What if Dumbledore says 'no'?"

"He wont."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because it is written in the old laws of Hogwarts. Any student over the age of thirteen may ask for a resorting if that student feels that they have been sorted wrongly…"

"How do you know this?"

"Because Harry, I am Lord Voldemort… I know more about Hogwarts than perhaps Dumbledore himself…"

"What do you want from all of this?"

"I want you to be happy, Harry, haven't I already explained that."

"And what do I get in return? Should I go through with this resorting business?"

"Well, assuming I'm right and you were sorted based on rash decisions of a broken and neglected eleven-year-old, then you will be in your rightful house. There you will find everything you need for your future… for our future…"

"How do I contact you… if I wanted to, I mean… how do I contact you while I'm at school. I can't just go around finding bathrooms to be alone in…"

"When you go to get your school supplies for next term you will go to Diagon Alley, yes?"

Harry nodded.

"I will send you a package, let's call it a gift, you will use this to contact me… should you wish…"

"How will I let you know when I'm going? Maybe this is just a way for you to come out and kill me when I'm least expecting it…"

"I will have one of my… friends… waiting everyday at noon near the ice cream shop. All you have to do is take the package from them."

"Who is it?"

"Now Harry…" Voldemort's red eyes where dancing in amusement, "where's the fun in that?"

Today was the day. Harry and the Weasleys along with a few other Order members were going to go to Diagon Alley so that the children could get their school supplies. Harry, who knew he was going to be surrounded by Order and Weasleys alike, still hadn't come up with a way to sneak away. Hermione was also to be meeting them there. Perhaps he could say he wanted to get something from the Quidditch shop and once everyone was inside, he could sneak off under the invisibility cloak. It was only a few shops down to the ice cream shop that Harry knew Voldemort would have sent someone.

Moody was the only one that would put a stopper in this plan, being able to use his magical eye to see through invisibility cloaks but thankfully they had been informed a few nights previous that Moody wasn't going to attend Diagon Alley with them. Moody had agreed to take up the post of Defense of the Dark Arts class, as himself this time, as a favor to Dumbledore and the Order so that he could be on location at Hogwarts should anything go wrong.

Harry couldn't believe he was going through with this. He couldn't explain it, but he just felt it was what he needed to do. Maybe it wasn't right. Maybe it was all in his head and he was getting set up to be murdered in broad daylight. However, all Harry could think was what else do I have to lose?

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It was nearly 11:00 in the morning when Harry and the Weasley's left Grimmauld Place. Harry knew there were Order members to be following them, and by them Harry knew it was just him, around to the shops, but he didn't know who. What the Order didn't know was that there were definitely Death Eaters in Diagon Alley… but who Harry didn't know.

It was strange how Harry felt that he could trust Voldemort. This murderer who only wanted to kill Harry since he was a child. The man that his parents had died to protect him from. Harry couldn't think about that now though. His parents have been dead since he was a child. Harry was left with unloving relatives and a broken godfather who spent the better part of his life on the run. His last link was a werewolf that was off doing only Merlin knows what for the Order, for Dumbledore. Then there was the Headmaster himself, the man that basically let Sirius be killed. Harry had enough, he wanted an escape. He wanted a new life. He wanted something to change.

The streets were packed but Hermione managed to wave them down at the entrance to Gringotts, the only wizarding bank that Harry knew about. They exchanged formalities before Harry, Ron, and Hermione went off on their own. Although, Harry knew better, they had shadows following them.

"Summer been okay? I haven't heard much from either of you since I left. Did you find what you were looking for in that book, Harry?"

"What book?" it was Ron. Ron turned to look at Harry with a bemused face, "Don't tell me you've decided to turn into Hermione, Harry?" Hermione punched Ron's arm, while Harry smirked sideways at him. "No, just wanted to see something, but doesn't matter I didn't find anything interesting." Harry hadn't told a soul about his ideas of resorting himself once they got back to Hogwarts.

He didn't know why he was keeping this a secret, but he didn't want anyone's opinions on if he should do it. Ron wouldn't understand, his entire family being in Gryffindor for generations. Hermione, while she might understand, wouldn't want to change houses and wouldn't understand Harry's need for something to change in his life. Had he been what had Voldemort called him, a broken and neglected eleven-year-old, when he had made the decision to not pick Slytherin?

"Ron, lets go look at the Quidditch shop. I think I might need some new gloves and another broom service kit."

"Now that's the Harry Potter I know!"

Hermione rolled her eyes but followed them along, "But after this we need to go get our books! We are supposed to be shopping for school mind you!"

"Yes Hermione, we know." Ron looked at her with a sour face, "Don't remind us!"

Once inside the shop, Harry's mission seemed to be falling into place. The shop was overcrowded with customers that it was nearly impossible for the trio to stand near each other. Harry handed Hermione a few gold coins, "Hermione, would you go get me a broom service kit? Then I can go get my gloves and we will be out of this crowd quicker?" Hermione agreed and Ron followed her while Harry waiting to see them disappear through the crowd.

Quickly pulling out his invisibility cloak he had stuffed under his sweatshirt; Harry took off out of the shop and down the street. It was hard to navigate through the crowd, but he only managed to run into one other person, and it appeared that the bloke didn't seem to notice.

When Harry arrived at the ice cream parlor he looked around. He didn't see anyone that appeared to be out of the ordinary or alone. All were families with small children or else couples looking love sick at each other. Who was he to meet?

Harry went into the alley between the ice cream shop and another nameless building and discarded his invisibility cloak. Afterall, he needed whoever it was to see him. Checking his watch, it was 11:59 exactly. Harry stepped onto the porch and seated himself at the furthest table from the busy street with only the alleyway behind him. He looked down at his watch again, 12:01. Come on! I've got to hurry… maybe Voldemort did lie. Maybe he didn't send anyone, and this was just a way to get Harry alone. Maybe this was a test to see if Harry would actually do it...Maybe…

His thoughts were interrupted, there was a woman that had sat in front of him. Long platinum blonde hair, Harry couldn't mistake her anywhere, it was Narcissa Malfoy. She pulled a small black box out of her robes. It was wrapped like a birthday gift, and had a dark green ribbon tied into a bow around it.

Harry looked at her his face turning sour, "No card, then?"

"No idea," Narcissa looked down at him as if he was something disgusting on the bottom of her expensive heels, "here." She tossed the present at him. "Leave. Quickly!"

Harry didn't need telling twice, he stuffed the package in his back pocket and did a quick jump behind the corner of the buildings. He pulled out his invisibility cloak over himself and made his way back to the quidditch shop, he would examine his prize later.

Ron and Hermione were standing outside looking around, ducking behind a crowd of shoppers Harry pulled the cloak off himself and side stepped out of the crowd.

"Harry! There you are! Where have you been?"

"Geez mate, we were about to panic!"

"Sorry…" Harry caught up to them, "I didn't find any gloves, couldn't find you so I went down the street to see if you went to get something to eat. Much too crowded in there…"

"Well tell someone next time, you had us panicked!" She handed him his change and the broom service kit.

"I was gone for two minutes Hermione, no worries." Harry got a scathing look from Hermione who gave him a calculated look for a minute but seemed to accept this answer.

"To the bookstore then?" Harry looked at them with a small smile. Happiness had filled Harry. He had accomplished his secret mission with no Order members the wiser. Ron and Hermione agreed, and the trio took off down the streets to finish the rest of their shopping.

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Harry, having successfully returned from Diagon Alley with all his school supplies for the upcoming year and his present from Voldemort, was eager for everyone to go to bed. He had stuffed the small black box in one of his shopping bags and then once back to his truck had stuffed the black box at the bottom of it as quickly as possible should Mrs. Weasley decide to sort through their school books.

After waiting for Ron's snores to fill the room, Harry quietly dug through his trunk and pulled forth his prize. Deciding it would be best to do it alone, Harry took off for the bathroom across the hall. A small part of Harry was hoping that Voldemort would be waiting for him, to see him open it.

After successfully locking and charming the room silent, he proceeded to unwrap the small present. The dark green ribbon fell to the floor as Harry hopped on top of the cabinet with his back to the mirror. Opening it up he found a small rectangular mirror. There were strange markings around the edge of its frame that Harry couldn't understand, and then he saw a small serpent engraved in the bottom left corner.

"Do you like it Harry?" It was Voldemort. Harry turned to see him in the mirror gazing down on him like a father would do watching a child open presents from St. Nicholas on Christmas morning.

"It's a mirror."

"Not just any mirror. This belonged to Slytherin himself. I have one as well, it is a pair. Whenever you are away at school, should you need to contact me, all you have to do is say my name…"

"Which one?" Harry asked it gently turning back to look at the small mirror. He after all did realize that Voldemort didn't allow his followers to call him Lord Voldemort, but Voldemort had said Harry was special… Harry wasn't a death eater.

"You can say 'Dark Lord' or 'My Lord'… for now…"

"What do you mean by for now?" Harry turned back to look at him questioningly.

"All in good time, Harry, but going around saying 'Voldemort' is bound to bring you unwanted attention. There is something else."

Harry waited expectantly.

"It will only work if you speak in our language. Not anyone can use these mirrors. I think its best that if from now on we only speak in this tongue as I don't want anyone to overhear you."

For the first time since all these meetings with Voldemort had started, Harry spoke to the Dark Lord in his own language, "Yes, I agree, my Lord." Voldemort smiled down at him, but Harry didn't see this, he was too enthralled in his new possession.

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