Another chapter up so soon! I guess that's the result of having nothing to do and being hopelessly addicted to Fanfiction and writing. Anyways, enjoy!

They landed almost immediately, and Harry was gasping for air, feeling like he had been squeezed through a very tight rubber tube. "Are you alright?" Minerva asked, concerned. "The sensation might take some getting used to." Harry, unable to speak, nodded instead. After Minerva made sure there was nothing wrong with him, she straightened up, and said, "Welcome to Hogsmeade, Harry."

Harry stared in amazement at the street. "Are they all wizards?" Harry asked hopefully. "Well, no," Minerva walked briskly along the road. "Some of them are witches, you know," she said, causing Harry to burst into laughter. Together, they visited every single part of Hogsmeade worth seeing: Flourish and Blotts, where Harry got a copy of 'The Tale of the Three Brothers'; Honeydukes, where Harry was introduced to the various types of Wizarding candies (thankfully, Harry didn't seem to like lemon drops); Zonko's, where Minerva got Harry some Hiccup Sweets (that couldn't do much harm, could it?); the post office, where Harry watched the color-coded owls with a gaping mouth while Minerva sent a letter to Arabella.

The time passed quicker than they expected, and soon it was half-past twelve. "Let's go to the Three Broomsticks for lunch, then we'll go to Hogwarts," she told Harry, who got even more excited than he was, leaving Minerva to consider the necessity of a Calming Draught. They arrived at the Three Broomsticks, where they ordered a small gillywater for Minerva and a small butterbeer for Harry while they waited for their meals. Minerva chatted with Madam Rosmerta while Harry spied on the other customers. At one point, Madam Rosmerta gaped at Harry's forehead, but Minerva quickly stopped her before Harry noticed.

"It tastes delicious, Aunt Minnie," Harry said an hour later, swinging Minerva's hand. "I'm stuffed to the gills." "Well, let's go to Hogwarts then. A walk would do you good. You shouldn't eat so much, you know, it's bad for your health," Minerva scolded lightly, although she was secretly pleased as she though Harry small and skinny for his age. "Why aren't we Apparating?" Harry asked, confused for Minerva usually did so. Minerva explained about the Anti-Disapparation Charms placed on the school by the Headmaster. They walked as they talked, and in no time at all, they soon arrived at Hogwarts. "And that," Minerva said dramatically, "is Hogwarts."

Hogwarts was a magnificent sight for Harry. It was simply enormous, with numerous turrets and towers. Perched atop a high mountain, no other building would ever feel or look the same as Hogwarts. Minerva saw the look of amazement spread over Harry's face, and she remembered her own feelings when she saw Hogwarts in her first year.

When they finally reached the tall black gates, Minerva tapped it with her wand and mumbled a password which sounded suspiciously like 'lemons drops'. As they crossed the grounds, they were greeted by an astonishing tall man with long shaggy hair and beard and black hair.

"Harry, this is Hagrid, the gamekeeper; Hagrid, Harry," Minerva introduced them. "Nice ter meet yeh, Harry," Hagrid said, sticking out his hand. Harry, who had never met such a tall man in his life, looked to Minerva for help. She gave him an encouraging nod, and Harry craned his neck to look at Hagrid. "Nice to meet you too," Harry said timidly. When Hagrid saw his eyes and scar, he gasped, "Gulpin' gargoyles, Professor McGonagall, ain't this Harry Potter?" Minerva sent him a silencing glare, much more powerful than a Silencing Charm, and mouthed, 'I'll tell you later'. Nodding mutely, Hagrid sent them on their way.

Minerva introduced Harry to all the Professors: Professor Flitwick, who was about the same height as Harry; Professor Sprout, who was very nice but smelt slightly of dragon dung (Minerva burst into uncontrollable giggles when Harry told her); Madam Pomfrey, who fussed over his health; Professor Snape, whom Harry didn't dare approach; Professor Binns, who said a vague hello to Harry and droned on about some Wizarding war.

"We have just one more Professor you haven't met, Harry," Minerva said, walking down the hallway with Harry trailing behind to observe and talk to the portraits. Walking towards a gargoyle at the end of the hallway, she told Harry to hurry up. "Toothflossing Stringmints," Minerva told the statue, and it leapt aside, revealing a moving spiral stone staircase.

"Step on, Harry," Minerva said, doing so herself, and Harry followed her example. The stairway carried them up to a wooden door with a brass knocker. Minerva knocked softly. "Albus, it's me," she called through the door. "Come in," was the response, and Minerva and Harry went in.

A man with long white hair and beard, a crooked nose and half-moon glasses was sitting behind a desk, surrounded by weird silver instruments. He was wearing purple robes with stars twinkling all over it, and Harry though he was a kind and powerful man.

"Harry," Minerva said with a smile on her face, "this is my husband, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts."

I hope you like it, and please give me your opinions on my story so far. Like I promised, more reviews=quicker updates! Anyways, it's getting late and I should go to bed. (Zzzzzz...) Please review!

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