Harry walked down the Dark Alley in search for a robe shop. Often he noticed how people were staring at him.
'Why do they stare at me like that? I haven't seen anyone stare like that to another wizard.' Harry Hissed telepathically at Sliphis.
'They morely stare at your scar than at the rest of your face.' Was the snake's response.
'Then whats wrong with the scar?' the boy hissed back.
'I have no idea.' The snake replied.
'Isn't there any way to hide the scar? I hate being stared at.' Harry hissed back.
'Try asking around here.' Suggested the snake.
Harry entered a shop named Borgin & Burkes. It seemed the shop had a curious collection of things to buy.
When he walked towards the counter he saw the man stare at him.
'again.' Hissed the boy anrgrilly at his snake.
'How can I help you, Mr Potter.' Said the shopkeeper.
'Have any idea on how to hid that dammit scar of mine?' replied the boy.
The man thought for a moment. He found it at least strange that the Potter boy was standing in front of him, especially being it in his own dark oriented shop.
'The beauty saloon around the corner might know'. he informed.
'Thank you'. said the boy. Then he turned around and walked out of the shop.
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The magical beauty salloon was indeed able to spell his scar such as Harry could only see it by himself. They had stated that even Mad Eye Moody, - whoever he may be – wouldn't be able to see trough it. Also he had requested that they lengthen his hair to sholder length and he had them dye it with magical black dye. Also he'd make his skin look somewhat paler since he'd hated his skintone. Now a different looking Harry walked out of the saloon. Now he was ready to face the robe shop where he'd were going before deciding to get his scar out of public sight.
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After an hour a well clothed young man sneaked out of the Dark Alley and mingled himself amongst the shopping wizards. Since he'd had gotten his scar out of sight, no one noticed anything special about him, except for he was alone, without any parents. He had an half hour left before he had to meet with the Headmaster at the Ice cream stall. He decided that he would need a bag or something to keep his new possessions from the eyes of the old man. After some searching he'd found a shop that sold bags. When he finaly found one he made his way to the Ice cream stall and sat down on a bench.
The Headmaster weren't there. Knowing he would show up any minute he amused himself by looking at the shopping wizards. Planning that if he had nothing to do next morning, he would go to a book store and buy anything of his interest. Remembering that it would be his 11th birthday he'd decided he'd buy himself pressents for the past eleven year since he'd never recieved one.
Then the headmaster showed up looking around to spot Harry. Harry who was deep in thoughts was aware of the headmasters pressence, and he'd decided to play around abit since the headmaster didn't seemed to recognize him. After a minute he stood up and walked towards the Headmaster saying. I'm here already Sir'.
The Headmaster stared at the boy (again) He'd sure did recognized the boy's voice, but the boy looked very different from the one he'd left. 'Are you Harry Potter?' he asked with a stutter. 'Yes Headmaster, although I have improved myself a little'. Was the boys dry response. The headmaster nodded. 'Come sit down, my dear boy. And I get some ice cream for you. What taste do you prefer?' While they walked towards a bench, the boy answered. 'I leave the choice to you Sir'. The headmaster nodded and went to do his order. A minute later he was back. He gave Harry his Ice cream and seated himself near the boy.
'Where have your scar gone to?' Dumbledore asked after finishing with his Ice cream.
'It's still there, but you can't see it Sir.' The boy answered without further explamation.
'Why have you dyed and lengthen your hare, Harry?' asked the headmaster.
'Because I like it better so, and same goes with the skintone'. replied Harry.
'Mind tell me the real reson why you hid the scar?' asked the Headmaster friendly.
'Because I hate being stared at. Especially if I don't know why they are staring'. Said Harry in a bored voice.
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'I see' Albus said. He'd considered that it would be eventually bothering the boy to boredness when he would be treated anything special. Of course he knew where Harry got the scar from. But he had so far not seen any reason to tell the boy. 'Deaths and murders are not things to bother eleven year olds with. They would become traumatic, or depressed'. The Headmaster had thought. However, at this very moment, the Headmaster considered to tell the boy what had happened. But after some considerations he decided he won't not just now. Since it would probably ruin the boys life in a world he'd just entered. 'let the boy for now have his own ideas on how he got that scar,' was wat the headmaster concluded before continueing his conversation with the boy.
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After a quite long converstion in which the Headmaster explained on certain customs in the Wizarding world he told that he needed to be leaving. After asking harry if he'd already gotten his wand (which was a yes) he'd explained harry how to get entrance to Diagon Alley, and back to The Leaky Cauldron.
'If you need anything, ask the bartender to contact me, or send a letter by owl if you consider buying one. Also, I do not want you go enter the non magical world. That is, if you leave the Leaky Cauldron at the front entrance. Last but not least. I prefer you to not roam around after sunset. However, I cannot withhold you from doing so. I suggest you get some books to read so you have something to do in your room'.
After giving Harry a plenty of other advices The headmaster stood up saying. 'Ok, I must go now. I will make arrangements for sending you a teacher that can teach you different aspects of wizarding habits. I will inform you by owl within a couple of days'. Harry nodded and after saying goodbye, the headmaster vanished instantly. Since the shops were still open Harry decided to go to the bookshop. There would deffinatly be lots of interesting books to buy.