Chapter 5

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It was August 31 and Hogwarts had yet to send someone to get Harry. He didn't give up hope, though. Bulma decided to clean up Harry by cutting his very long hair and buying him new clothes. Now, he looked like a normal person. Around noon on that day, a knock graced the door of the Briefs residence and, ironically, Harry answered, only to find a big, burly man.

"Ello Harry I've come ta pick you up. Direc' orders from Dumbeldore. It's time to go ta Hogwarts."

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

"Me names Hagrid, gamekeeper at Hogwarts" Hagrid answered, what looked like a grin appearing on his face. Bn¿sr56y7u

"Alright then, let's go."

Hagrid thought that it was only appropriate that they used the fireplace as means of transportation. Harry was confused about what Hagrid was saying. Out of one of his jacket pockets, Hagrid took out a little bag of powder.

"This, Harry, is floo powder; it is a means of transportation in the wizarding world. All you have to do is state where you want to go and you'll end up there. In this case, it's the Leaky Cauldron."

Harry entered Bulma's fireplace and spoke the words Leaky Cauldron. He quickly threw some floo powder down and he disappeared. When he opened his eyes, Harry was outside of the fireplace in a dark bar. Moments later, Hagrid appeared and walked up next to Harry.

"Ah, Hagrid, the usual?" came the voice of a bald, hunchbacked man with a tooth problem.

"No, not today, Tom, I'm on official Hogwarts business and I'm escorting Harry through Diagon Alley," Hagrid's husky voice answered Tom

"Harry?! Could you be Harry Potter, the long lost son of the deceased Lily and James?"

"Yep, that's me," Harry answered.

Tom called attention to the entire bar and Harry shook what must have been fifty people's hands. Hagrid made his way through the crowed and pulled Harry out. They walked to the back room and Harry watched as Hagrid used some kind of formula and tapped one brick. Suddenly, the wall turned into an arch way that led to a bustling alley way filled with men and women of all ages.

"Ah, Arry' we've made it to Diagon Alley. First we need to go to Gringotts. I have some Hogwarts business to take care of and then you'll be able to pay for your Hogwarts tuition," Hagrid told Harry, as they walked towards a fairly large building.

"Um, Hagrid, what's Gringotts?"

"Well, Arry' it's a bank that olds' money and high security treasures. You'd be a damn fool to try and break into eir'. Those goblins are some of the greediest creatures to walk the earth."

They entered the bank and walked up to a goblin that had it's face buried in a book, checking over accounts. Hagrid caught its attention and asked for someone to escort them to the Potter family fund and vault seven hundred and thirteen. The goblin at the desk called for Griphook and a goblin with a little bit of black hair walked over to Hagrid and Harry. He ushered them to a cart and once everyone were in the cart, it shot off at a high speed and eventually stopped. Hagrid stumbled out and stood against the wall as he held his hand against his head and tried to hold back the urge to puke. Harry followed Griphook to his vault. After using a key on the locks, Griphook pulled the vault open. Harry gasped as he saw heaps of gold, silver, and bronze that took up the entirety of the vault.

"Awesome," Harry said before diving into the heaps of money.

End of Chapter 5

A/N: Not very much happening in this chapter, but I will finish the Diagon Alley thing next chapter. I'll unveil Harry's best friend in this story next chapter. P.S. it is not Ron.