I intend to update this story as and when I can. Here is the next chapter. Please read and review it and we'll see where it goes. Love Moon xxx

Harry decided since his emotional abilities otherwise known as magic could gain him quick answers whether they liked it or not he'd be asking Petunia some questions. He went down to the kitchen after she'd called him down to talk to him about the letter and indeed his response to it. He'd responded to it before she could even tell him no a few days ago and she wasn't happy about it but hadn't had a free moment to talk to him about it until today.

"Sit down we need to talk!" she said as he did so activating his emotional abilities once more seeing her eyes glaze over which always told him it was working.

"Tell me everything you know about Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" he commanded as her slightly glazed over eyes focused more on what he was saying and she complied. The imperious curse was funny that way. Of course he didn't know its true name or that it was illegal to use it in their world but he did figure out that doing things wandlessly was a thing which couldn't be tracked. He figured it couldn't be tracked as he'd been doing it for years and no one had ever come to him to tell him to stop doing it. He would learn whilst at school that only his wand was tracked and so he would simply continue to do things wandlessly in the summer time. It would seem Petunia knew a lot more then he realised.

"Well I know it's a school of magic for witches and wizards to go. I have no magic and could not go myself but your mother was a witch and she could go. At the age of eleven she went to this school and told me that when she arrived there a hat which she called the sorting hat was placed on her head. It sorted her into one of four houses the school has although I don't remember the name of her house. It was Griffin something. She changed when she went to that school and my family had to lie about her all the time to explain her absence whenever anyone would ask about her. We had been really close but when she returned we didn't know her anymore" she said as he logged everything she was saying in his mind for further consultation later on.

"Now for something I need answers to how did she die?" he asked as her face paled.

"She and her stupid pranking bully of a husband got fucking blown up by a homicidal maniac who went by the name of Lord Voldemort but people didn't say his name there as he'd put a taboo or something on it so if you did he'd turn up and kill you. Lily told me his real name was Tom Marvolo Riddle and to be honest I have never forgotten that name. I hated my sister so much for being everything I could never be!" she responded normally still under his influence.

"You said earlier my father was a pranking bully, please elaborate!" he instructed calmly. It wouldn't do to get mad now as getting angry in public was illogical and really did serve no true purpose. The only time one should get angry in public was when someone directly threatened the person in question. He didn't like to get angry per say but he did relish condescending using big words. As a child he'd studied and written down many of the words Vernon used when he screamed at someone on the phone. Later on he'd looked them up in their dictionary when they'd not been looking and now used them himself to show his displeasure in a calm way. Usually it garnered shocking results for him and he loved it.

"Every time we ever met them at the insistence of my parents Vernon and I were always the butt of his jokes and indeed pranks. He wasn't funny and although Lily told him this repeatedly he wouldn't stop and she wouldn't leave him either. Vernon needed surgery to remove a pig tail once. It wasn't normal at all. She always seriously reprimanded him for it in front of us but he would do something and she'd be fine again. I mean to say he'd wave his wand and get her to drink something he called a calming draft. Well I wasn't fine. It was bloody scarring to say the least!" she answered honestly. He was shocked to hear that his father had essentially abused his mother like that and indeed the Dursleys. Yes the Dursleys were scum and may have even deserved it but had he been a nicer man they may not have been so vile to his son. If he was here Harry knew he'd have said that to him directly.

"Ok and what do you know about this Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore dude who signed the bottom of the letter I got?!" he asked her curiously.

"He is the headmaster of that school and refused me admittance when I wrote asking if I could attend. I didn't have magic in me so I couldn't go. He was very close indeed with James and Lily Potter your parents. You were meant to go to live with a friend of your parents should they die. His name was Silly Black or something like that I can't remember it exactly. All I know is that you were meant to go to him but for some reason Albus Dumbledore decided you should be dumped on our doorstep at night in November with just a small note explaining that I had lost my sister and not explaining why you were even here!" she snapped. He was very curious at that point. His interest well and truly piqued. He'd not known this before.

"What did the note say?" he asked carefully.

"Well it said they'd been blown up because they'd put their faith in the wrong man and that you had defeated Lord Voldemort or Tom Riddle when he tried to kill you and it is how you came upon that scar on your forehead. He said it wasn't safe for you to live in that world and grow up a celebrity as people might abuse you so he abandoned you with us and didn't pay us for that privilege either. We were expected to do this simply from the goodness of our hearts. I mean seriously? Who does that these days?" she responded which made him think a lot about Albus Dumbledore and how little he trusted the man already and he didn't even know him all that well. He was stunned and stopped from asking anymore questions however as there was a literal bang at the front door and it fell off its hinges. There stood tall as you like was Hagrid.

"I eh I'm sorry about that. You've changed a lot since I last saw you Harry!" he said with a huge smile shocked at Harry's response.

"Not only are you exceptionally rude but you're also breaking and entering you imbecile. Did it not occur to you to knock? Why are you here and indeed why are you so large? I would be much obliged if you would fix that door. Next time oaf knock normally and use the brain I am sure you definitely have!" he snapped as Hagrid looked to be close to tears very suddenly. It was almost as though someone had just told him there would never be any Christmas celebrations ever again or something.

"I am sorry about that Harry I will fix it now. Technically I shouldn't do magic outside Hogwarts though so it's best you don't tell anyone. I'm Hagrid keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts. I knew your parents when they went to the school. Are you ready to go?" he asked as Harry looked at him in shock.

"Sir I wouldn't go anywhere with you if someone paid me to. Why are you doing magic here if you are not allowed to do so outside of the school? I have no desire to get in trouble because you cannot control yourself. Please tell me what I need to know and then get out!" he snapped feeling highly annoyed as Hagrid moved and broke a vase with that simple action. Hagrid then cried big fat tears of disappointment.

"But I've been sent by Professor Dumbledore to take you to get your supplies. It wouldn't be safe for you to go and get them alone. I am to take you to the bank and hand in your key for you and everything!" he said as Harry looked shocked.

"Why do you have my key sir? What if I required money for bills? Have you been helping yourself to my money? In fact has Mr Dumbledore been helping himself to my money? This is entirely unconscionable! Hand over that key immediately and do so carefully lest you break anything else in here. I mean really could you be any more cumbersome!?" he asked as his emotional magic made it several degrees colder and indeed very scary as Hagrid looked like he might wet himself in fear but didn't actually do it.

"No I haven't. I never would I swear. I got the key from Professor Dumbledore sir. He was keeping it safe for you. You're a celebrity in our world and he didn't think you'd be safe with the key in the muggle world so after your parents died he kept it!" he responded easily.

"I don't know Mr Dumbledore but if I hear he's been in my accounts there will be hell to pay. I've been here in hell and I've had an account I knew nothing about. My life could have been happy! Why does he not think me safe is it because of this Voldemort Tom Riddle guy?" he asked as Hagrid seemed to flounder and needed to grab the wall to stop himself from fainting.

"Any chance of a drink please?" he asked as Harry looked furiously at him.

"Absolutely not. You're a menace as is and if we ply you with drink god alone knows what state this house will be in. It would seem rather foolish to send someone so ridiculous and cumbersome to my house. Would a better and appropriately sized individual not have been better or did he intend to scare me by sending a giant thug? Keep your damn hands by your sides Mr Hagrid I can't afford anymore cock ups! Now please explain what muggle is?" he commanded as Hagrid only looked more and more hurt as time went on. Unfortunately for him in his emotional distress he kept breaking trinkets as Petunia looked at Harry strangely. Not only was he genuinely unhappy about Hagrid being there much like herself but he was actually putting him in his place all without actually shouting something which made her shiver in slight fear even if it wasn't directed at her.

"Oh right yeah well I forgot you'd know nothing. Well there are a couple of phrases you'll be needing to know. Muggles or the muggle world is the non-magical world. Muggles are people like your aunt and uncle who cannot do magic. In our world you have people of different classes. A squib is a person born to two magical parents who has no magic in them and are usually adopted out in the muggle world. Muggleborns are people who have muggle parents and are randomly born with magical abilities. Half-bloods have one magical and one muggle parent and purebloods have two magical parents. You're a pureblood Harry. Your mother was a muggleborn and your father a pureblood himself. I can't think of anything else to tell you about!" he said finishing just as lamely as he'd started. So this place had social rankings which were very outdated. He'd need to be changing that. He looked back to see Hagrid fiddling with a letter in his hands.

"What is that letter about?" he asked directly as Hagrid jumped again breaking an ornament as Harry sighed and fixed it wandlessly which Hagrid either didn't see or ignored. Petunia assumed Hagrid had just fixed it again himself and didn't say anything more.

"Oh yeah well I ugh was meant to show you this letter so you'd be interested in it Professor Dumbledore said but I can't tell you what it's about as he had me give him a vow I wouldn't do so. Oh yeah before I forget here's your train ticket will take you to the train on platform nine and three quarters on September first. The train leaves from Kings Cross station at eleven am sharp. Don't be late or you'll miss it!" he said as Harry once more applied the imperious using his wandless magic to compel the truth from Hagrid.

"Where exactly is this platform nine and three quarters and how do I get there?" he asked as Hagrid answered this and many questions before leaving again with no memory of meeting him at all. Harry sent him on his way believing he had gone out to buy something he needed in the shops and gotten lost. He had stolen and stashed the letter in his pocket as Hagrid left. He decided he would go today to the shopping district and heading upstairs to get ready. As it was still morning Petunia didn't refuse his request to go out. He went upstairs and opened the letter reading it and was very confused. What in blue blazes was a Philosophers Stone and what did this Mr Dumbledore want with it. He got dressed and went outside holding out his wand arm as the night bus came for him. He'd also nicked the magical money from Hagrid's pocket when he'd not been looking. Too bad he hadn't been nicer. When he boarded the bus he asked to go to Diagon Alley. Stan Shunpike the conductor had asked for his name but some wandless magic insured he didn't pay him much attention. It was for the best really. That bus ride had been awful but so fast that he was there in ten minutes in comparison to the two hours it would have taken him otherwise.

He' got off the bus and he entered the alley with a smile. He had made sure to use make up to cover his scar. As it so happened on a drunken shopping spree Vernon had bought an entire set of stage make up. He was using it to hide his scar so he could have a hassle free time in the Alley. He wouldn't be disturbed now. The letter had felt weird when he'd picked it up. It felt like whoever had given Hagrid this letter had wanted him to see it but know nothing about it. It was unique after all. It was almost like it was meant to stoke his curiosity or something but he really didn't care all that much about it after he'd read it and seen that Mr Dumbledore was the man who had written it. His main interest now of course was why it had been obviously enchanted to force him to be interested in it but not know anything about it. He'd read the letter anyhow and none of it made sense to him.

Hagrid had informed that his parents had both been proud Gryffindors so he obviously would too. He seemed to think it impossible for Harry to even want much less consider another house something he didn't like. As a former Gryffindor himself Hagrid was highly biased towards it and not only that but it being the former house of the headmaster was not a good idea either. As soon as he'd heard what Hagrid truly thought of it he had decided to not go to that house at all. He was interested in becoming his own person who didn't need to live in the shadows of parents he'd barely even be able to remember at this stage. He was determined to become his own person no matter what others thought of him.

He strode up the alley to the bank after asking a random witch for directions to it. She had smiled and shown him the way kindly. What was with the fashion here? Everyone dressed pretentiously in robes and capes and looked like superheroes gone wrong or fucked up cosplay. He entered the bank and gasped at seeing the goblins there. Hagrid had told him they were vile people never to be trusted but as he didn't trust Hagrid he decided to make up his own mind on the matter. He approached a teller with a smile.

"Good morning my name is Harry Potter and earlier today I acquired this enchanted letter from a man for lack of a better word who visited my home. He was a huge fat unkempt mess of a man and seemed very interested that I should see this but not know what it was about. I have of course read the letter but I cannot ascertain what it is about and I need your assistance. Also I will require a bank statement as I need to know about my accounts considered I just learned of them from Mr Hagrid this morning!" he said as the Goblin there turned very red in the face and started screaming at another goblin close to him in what he could only assume was their very own language.

"Excuse me Mr Potter but Hagrid is known to us here and he is very well meaning naturally but has all the tack of troll attempting ballet. I will require you to sign this parchment using a blood quill. It writes your name in your own blood and can prove you are who you say you are!" he said as Harry looked at the quill and parchment and laughed.

"Wow you guys really are backwards here aren't you? No pen or paper huh? Well then I guess I better practice!" he said writing his name the worst he'd ever done it. What was with these bloody quills pardon the pun! They made no sense to him but he vowed to work on it. He was so focused on how to write neatly with a quill that he didn't even feel the blood go from his body nor the wound healing shortly after. It confirmed he was who he said he was.

"Yes you are who you say you are very good. These things must be checked. The reason I was so angry earlier is that Albus Dumbledore placed mail redirection wards on your residence so you couldn't get any mail and it would all go to him. We have fixed that now and it is all in a spare vault for you to check at any time. We can tell he hasn't opened anything he merely didn't wish you to have any of it for some reason better known to him. Here is your statement. Your account is as your parents left it. When you like you can become Lord Potter like your father was but don't need to do this right now unless it is your wish to do so!" he said as Harry smiled brightly at him.

He asked many questions and received a money summoning wallet which could summon any amount he needed once he said the amount aloud. He had learned about the Philosophers Stone and what it could do. Some quick wandless magic had the goblin giving him the stone and forgetting about it again shortly afterwards. Thankfully he'd not told the other goblin about the letter as he'd been busy answering Harry's questions on the matter. Harry took the Philosophers Stone and decided that to hide it would be the best thing. He placed it inside the till of the leaky cauldron at the back well-hidden so it wouldn't be found. Essentially Tom would be making more money than he had in ages but with no idea how. Harry even suggested he redesign the interior of the pub something the barman scoffed at. He could never afford to do that.

Harry went and got all of his supplies before he walked towards Ollivanders. He went inside to get his wand and almost left with the holly and phoenix feather wand but using his emotional abilities was able to get Garrick to tell him he was giving him that wand because Dumbledore had said he'd be needing it. He eventually found an ebony and dragon heartstring wand which suited him perfectly. He noticed when he used it casting his magic was very different indeed. It sometimes felt much easier which for him was like cheating. He vowed to use his wand only in classes and when he actually needed to. He was determined to use wandless magic as long as he could. He did prefer it anyway. He was determined to learn everything he learned in class wandlessly as well even if he didn't tell his teacher he was doing this. That night he lay in bed wand tucked away neatly in his trunk. It had been an interesting day to say the least.