Chapter 4- Somewhere To Belong

AN: I wasn't going to update today, because my Kindle is acting up and I didn't want to fight with it, but it's JULY 31st. I mean, you can't just not update your Harry Potter story on Harry Potter's birthday.

Felix out-

Harry smiled when he saw a small town ahead. He could see people wandering about, shopping bags in their hands. It was nice, refreshing in a way. The place was beautiful. The name was strange though, he mused as he saw a sign proudly proclaiming "Hogsmeade". He wondered why there hadn't been any roadsigns.

Hedwig gave a hoot on his shoulder when he paused, and he chuckled. "Oh alright girl, I heard you, I'll get a move on."

He walked into the village, his eyes scanning the area. Shops, pubs, it all looked like something from an old story. How odd.

A man walking by looked like he was dressed up in a costume, wearing an odd sort of cloak, emerald green.

The man walked by a cart outside of a shop and his cloak snagged on a nail, tearing. Harry winced at the sound. The man pulled a stick-like thing from his sleeve and waved it. Harry watched as the cloak weaved back together, good as new. His eyes widened and he stumbled, falling.

Hedwig hooted in an irritated sort of way, taking flight to avoid going down with him. A woman stopped next to him. "You alright?" She asked. Harry nodded and stood, brushing the snow from his clothes. He hurried along.

A stall outside of a building with a sign that said "Three Broomsticks" had newspapers and magazines laid out. There was one called the Quibbler, which took Harry five times to pronounce properly, another called Teen Witch, and a newspaper called The Daily Prophet.

The pictures were MOVING. He looked around at the town. There were signs in windows of shops proclaiming potions, and robes for every occasion. Harry's eyes widened.

These people, this town, they were just like him! He grinned. He had given up all hope finding someone else who could do things like he could. Magic, he knew that was what it was. He could do magic, and he had found a town full of people who could as well.

Suddenly he found himself with a mouthful of snow. "Move it, kid!" Harry turned and saw the person who had shoved him walking into the place called the Three Broomsticks. Harry stood slowly, wandering through the town. Hedwig hooted over his shoulder at the pub in an offended manner.

"So, where now, Hedwig?" He rubbed his hands together, then looked at a newspaper. The headline proclaimed that someone was looking for his long lost godson. "Excuse me sir, how much for a paper?" He asked. The man grunted.

"A sickle." Harry raised an eyebrow. "Er, sickle?" He pulled out a few bills. How much was a sickle?

"Muggle money, Eh? Better get that sorted." Harry nodded and turned.

Someone grabbed his arm.

"If you need an exchange, see Draco, in the old castle. But you didn't hear it from me." With that, the woman who had grabbed him was gone, blending with the crowd.

"Draco, old castle. Got it." He started off, then realized he had no idea where he was going. He stopped to ask for directions.

The person took in his ratty clothes with an upturned lip, but Harry ignored it. He had found his place in the world. Sort of.

Draco and Horace set out for Hogwarts. They had long ago set up there for the more underhanded schemes they had concocted. Aberforth seldom asked questions, but he was a nice bloke, and Draco didn't want to get him in a rough patch with the law.

If things went pear-shaped they didn't want him involved, even by renting rooms to them.

Waiting to audition for the part of Harry Potter were tons of young men. Draco wrote a few names down, but most were completely unbelievable.

Honestly, one was as blond as Draco was! Didn't people see the old paintings and photographs of the boy?

What some people would do for money. Draco snorted at his thought, noting the irony in his statement.

Another few men and Draco was ready to pitch himself off of a tower.

"We'll find someone, m'boy." Horace patted his shoulder.

Draco nodded. "Next!" He called, checking the list again. A woman walked onstage. Draco groaned.