Albus Dumbledore's POV -the year of Tiffany's birth-

I arrive in the middle of Diagon Alley, it's a dark and dreary day and immediately I realise my mistake: I forgot to pack.

Aaah well, time was of the essence, I can't very well be expected to remember everything.

First I will have to find out the time and date I have landed in. There is a man wearing pink just over here, looking through a shop window. He looks like a jolly old chap, I wonder if he knows what the date is.

"Good sir, would you happen to know when exactly I am?" I ask politely. I always did pride myself in being courteous.

"It is…." He looked down at his watch-less wrist. "Ten past one, the third of the sixth, 1980…. Oh and it's a Tuesday!"

"Ahhhh, thank you kindly. I'm much obliged," I reply.

He nods and walks into the shop for a closer look at the objects held within.

Well, it's… fifty, fifty seven days till Harry's birthday. I guess I'll have to lay low for a while. It'll be a couple a years at least before I can save myself. I'll have to buy some transfiguring potions and get a job, what little I have is little indeed and that little is too little for a comfortable wait.

I'm on the bus and sitting next to a lovely young lady who appears to be going on holiday, she has to booklets in her hand one for some place called Brudwick, lovely sounding name that brooooooodwick, k, k, k. Brood of chickens broody hens… brood.

Oh look, it says Godric's Hollow. How lovely, Godric's Hollow would benefit greatly if it's magical population went up.

"I see your thinking of moving to Godric's Hollow! It's a lovely place there." I tell her, thoughtfully.

"Is it? I'm not sure where to go… You see my sister Rosemary lives in Brudwick, it sounds so lovely, it makes me think of broody hens!" She laughs at herself and carries on, "But Godric's Hollow has a lovely little community. Although there is also the problem of safety. Brudwick is a lot safer than Godric's Hollow when it comes to Vol- You Know Who."

"Ahhh well, I personally think Godric's Hollow is a mighty fine place. But I wouldn't hold me to that." I advise, "Ahh I've reached my stop… Have you made a decision?"

"Well….. I think I will go to Godric's hollow after all….. Thank you for the advice, I'm much obliged." She smiles.

I nod, "your very welcome." And with that I'm off, off to save myself and find a job while I'm at it.

I move down Hogsmede in need of a hair colour changing potion. I should probably get more than one potion, especially as money in the tutoring industry is often unreliable.

I come up to The Hogs Head and enter the potion shop opposite. Inside is a large room lined with shelves full of bottles, pots and even a few mini-cauldrons, simmering. Smattered around the room are little testing booths and circular shelving you could pull up through the floor to view more items. There's a lady with bright pink skin and curly yellow hair sitting at a counter. The counter is positioned perfectly centre, right opposite the door.

I see a couple of hair growth potions on one of the shelves and walk in that direction.

The lady looks up and smiles. "Can I help ya there sir?" she asks in a high soprano voice.

"Ahh yes, I was just looking for a hair colour changing potion. You wouldn't happen to have one would you?" I ask.

"Yes, yes, we 'ave plenty of those," she said, gesturing me to follow her as she came from behind the counter.

"Would you like it long lasting or is this for a party or such like?" she asked, as I followed her to the bottom right corner of the shop.

"The longest lasting you've got please," I tell her.

"Okay…. What colour? Green? Ocean blue, or cloudy blue? Ooooh Oh, you'd look lovely with a plummy red!" she exclaimed.

Half an hour later I emerged, with a 'darkish brown with a hint of red' hair colour potion, that would last two years if I was lucky and strict instructions not to wash my hair for a day after application or my hair might turn out green.