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Chapter 2: Day Trip

Shoving his key and money pouch into his oversized jeans, his cloak over the top of him and wand stowed away in his back pocket, he was ready to go. It was just after lunch when he'd completed his daily chores, and a perfect opportunity to go on a small shopping trip.

Walking out the open front door, he'd walk a few blocks to the station and catch a train into London, a few stolen notes from his lovely Uncle to get him there. Uncle Vernon would never notice, Dudley took money everyday to hang out with his friends, as if he didn't get enough with his allowance.

Shaking his head, best not to dwell on negative thoughts, no matter how insignificant they were, today he was going to change his life for the better, well, try anyway. A lunatic was after his life, might as well be more comfortable. A few luxuries wouldn't hurt, along with his studying, it wasn't like he didn't have access to the money, and four years of school had barely made a dent in his trust fund.

One long stuffy ride later Harry got of at Kings Cross Station, just under two months until the new term began and he could go home. In truth, he'd been waiting for the inevitable invitation to the Burrow to appear, but his letters had as much information as requests to anywhere. Whatever they weren't telling him, his friends were not at the Burrow, Hedwig returned to quickly for that, but they were close.

Rubbing his tired eyes and scanning the crowd, he blended in well enough but it was best to keep his wits about him, no telling what could happen. Walking down a small lane after leaving the station, Harry chucked the cloak back over himself and began the long trek to The Leaky Cauldron. Diagon Alley would be packed just now with the summer holidays, so dodging people in his cloak wasn't going to be the easiest of things; hopefully the heat wave would discourage more people from shopping than normal.

Ok, not nearly as easy as it looks. Nine people knocked over, a stack of cauldrons down and some spilt potions ingredient, god knows what was still glued to his feet; he eventually made it to the bank. That was anything but subtle, he was just lucky the potions ingredients didn't spill on the cloak, but a few people might have seen his trainers.

Scraping the gunk off on a step and putting his clock under his shirt, he entered the blinding white building and gazed at the crowd. He didn't recognise anyone immediately, but rushed forward to the nearest free goblin. Muggle clothes stuck out a bit, and it only took one person to say his name before everyone stared.

''I'd like to be escorted to my vault please.'' Handing his key over the goblin, it just sneered before calling for another called Cethurt. Looking windswept as he scooped handfuls of galleons into his pouch, he kept shovelling for a good five minutes, he'd find something to spend it on.

Making it back to the front desk with a smile on his face, it wasn't as fun as flying, but fun nonetheless. Exchanging 100 Galleons for just under £500, he'd spend a short time in the wizarding area and then head out to muggle London again; several people were already turning towards him.

Flourish and Blotts wasn't nearly as packed as he was used to, than again he only came once he received his books list. Reading the titles of the various DADAs books he picked up a few, 'Duels and Strategies' 'Top 100 Hexes' 'Shielding and Defence' were just the first lot that caught his attention. Moving on towards transfiguration and charms, the clerk could glare at him all he wanted, the guy was about to make the sale of the day.

Silently thanking magic and the wonders of the feather light charm, he once again put on his invisibility cloak after siding down a small residential street. His little excursion would probably be mentioned in the newspaper tomorrow, at least he hadn't had his picture taken, or he hoped. There had been no blinding camera flash so it was safe to assume his picture would not be included. Still, he doubted any of his friends would believe anything written, just yesterday he had apparently 'broken into the ministry and harassed an international visitor' where did they come up with these things? He could just see tomorrow, 'Boy Who Lived Planning Book Burning' and 'Ministry Official Attacked by Book Wielding Maniac.' Well, the death eaters would find it amusing.

Folding his cloak and placing it in one of his bags, it hadn't taken long to find some stores, the packs of muggles walking about made shops easy enough to find, he just had to make sure he left money for the train and taxi. First things first, buy new clothes, get hair cut, and buy dinner. The shops would close in a little over two hours, not enough time to walk around leisurely, but long enough to get most things. Wasn't like he was fussy with what he wore.

Settling into a small table, numerous bags at his feet and sporting his new haircut, the small Italian seemed as good a place as any to get a decent meal. Ordering a spicy chicken pizza and a coke, Harry watched the people on the street passing by, all care free and blissfully unaware of the war brewing in the shadows. The last two hours had proved quite productive; he'd managed to buy several tops and some shirts, three pairs of jeans and some workout stuff. New shoes, socks, boxers, three jumpers and a nice black jacket, all in all, he had enough to last, and more then enough to carry. His hair was different as well, shorter with bright red highlights through it. He stuck out in the wizarding world, attention followed him no mater what he did, might as well dress as he wished. Mrs Weasley would have a field day if she saw him.

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Harry kept to the alleys as he travelled back to Privet drive, cloak over himself again, the crinkling of the bags was slowing him down significantly. Everything appeared normal, no gathering of wizards, just plain old Surrey. No ones noticed my absence then. Continuing on, he was only about three blocks away.

Freezing suddenly, he'd just walked into something, he could feel the magical energy crackling in the air. Whipping out his wand, he almost dropped it, staring at his hand, it was emitting a soft glow, so was all of him. Staring round in alarm the glow suddenly flared, shutting his eyes and trying desperately to gasp for breath, he was slowly becoming light headed.

A/N: lol, now the fun begins! Please note that the rebellion phase won't be permanent, Harrys just venting his anger and frustration, he'll act more in cannon later :)