Harry lay in his bed, waiting. He was waiting for Haley arrived; she had said that they were going out somewhere, though Harry had no idea where. He looked at his clock again, 8:30. Haley had said she would be there at 9.

'Better start getting ready,' he thought. 'Then I can get away from the Dursley's earlier.'

Just as Harry was finished putting his shirt on, he heard Haley opening the door and stomping up the stairs, calling a cheerful good morning to the Dursley's. Harry was still amazed at how much they liked Haley, even though she was best friends with him.

Without even knocking on the door, Haley walked in.

'You ready to go?' she asked.

'Where exactly are we going?' Harry said curiously. Haley had only said they would be going out, but she hadn't told him where.

'Haven't I told you?' When Harry shook his head, she explained. 'Mum wants to go shopping in London. We were going to make a day out of it and get school stuff while were there, since school starts in 3 days it probably a good idea to get everything. We didn't think the Dursley's would be getting you anything, so we thought we would take you. Not like we would ever leave you here on your own when we go out anyway.'

At the mention of school Harry's heart sunk. How was he supposed to tell Rebecca that he needed books on magic for school? He didn't even know how he was going to get his school things. There was no way the Dursley's would take him to Diagon Alley, and he only had 3 more days until school started up. He had been having so much fun with Haley he didn't even notice how close the school year was getting.

If Haley saw the look of disappointment on his face, she didn't comment on it. Instead, she grabbed his hand and started pulling him down the stairs.

'Come on, we'll be late. Mum's waiting.'

20 minutes later they drove onto the busy streets of Muggle London. Harry watched eagerly out the window, amazed by all the shops and people on the streets. The first and only time he had been here was when he came with Hagrid after he first learned he was a wizard. Haley sat next to him on the back seat of the car, chatting away happily, with Harry adding into the conversation every now and then.

It took them almost 10 minutes to find a car park, but after they did, they walked around the streets, looking into the windows of every shop they could. Harry and Haley were talking about the time Dudley had punched himself in the face, laughing merrily at the memory. It had been one of the best moments of Harry's life, especially seeing Dudley's face after it had happened.

For the rest of the morning, they went into many of the different shops. Harry was amazed at some of the things the shops sold. The Dursley's had definitely not taken him shopping if they could help it, preferring to leave him with old Mrs. Figg. Besides, wearing Dudley's old hand me downs meant he never needed to go shopping for new clothes.

Dudley was constantly complaining whenever Petunia announced it was time Dudley needed new clothes, saying shopping was boring and he didn't need any new clothes. Harry had stopped feeling jealous of these shopping trips a long time ago, but he still felt a pang of sadness when he realised once again he would be receiving more of Dudley's clothes (which were 4 times too big for him) instead of getting his own.

Harry would have given anything just to be able to get a few clothes of his own, and here he was now in shops that had shelves full of clothes, that Rebecca insisted he and Haley try on.

3 hours and many shopping bags full later, Rebecca announced that it was time for lunch. They stopped at a small little café, ordering a plate of chips for them to share. They sat down to eat there food while talking about the morning they had had, Rebecca still telling them that they had a lot more to do before they left. After lunch, they walked to the next shop, and the next, and the next.

They were having such a great time, that Harry didn't even notice that they were entering another one of the shops until they reached the back. Wondering why Rebecca had stopped, he looked around to find himself face to face with a brick wall. Harry looked at it curiously. Had they gone the wrong way? He looked at Haley and Rebecca, and found them both studying the wall intently. Doing they same, he realised that the wall looked familiar, like he had seen it before.

'That's a bit stupid,' he thought, 'how can a wall look familiar?'

But the more he looked at it, the more familiar the wall became. Harry suddenly realised why the wall looked familiar. He shook his head, feeling even more stupid. There was no way he was where he thought he was. He was just hoping to come here so badly that his brain was tricking him into thinking that this perfectly normal wall was the entrance to Diagon Alley.

'That's it,' Harry muttered to himself, 'my brain is just tricking me. Nothing more.'

Harry had almost convinced himself that his brain was just tricking him, and was about to tell Haley and Rebecca that they should turn back so they could go shopping when Haley pulled something out of her pocket.

Tapping the bricks in a certain pattern with the object, the bricks opened up to reveal and archway. Beyond the archway, Harry could see many people on a busy street, doing there shopping. The only thing different from this street to the one outside was that a lot of the people were dressed very strangely, and the shops sold very different things.

Harry stared at Haley, at a loss for words. She smiled sheepishly at him, before sweeping her hand in a very dramatic fashion towards the bustling street.

'Welcome, to Diagon Alley.'