Harry gathered together what little he had and shoved it into a bag. Hagrid and him left Privet Drive as soon as they could. They were traveling down a London Street when Hagrid stopped at a pub. "Come on 'Arry, in 'ere." Hagrid said.
The sign read "The Leaky Cauldron," "Hagrid? Are you sure this is right? It seems a bit dingy." Harry looked around at his surroundings (A/N: I'm not good at descriptions so I won't really describe it…you all know what it looks like, right?). It didn't look very accommodating.
"Not ter worry 'Arry." Hagrid smiled, "this is the best place fer ya!"
"Hagrid!" the bartender said as they walked in. "Wotcha doin' 'ere? Wasn' expectin' ya 'till tomorrow!"
"'Ello Tom! 'Ave ya got his room ready?" Hagrid asked as he put his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"I most certainly do! I'll take his stuff up once ya all get back." the bartender Tom said, "'Ello Harry, welcome to the Leaky Cauldron. 'Tis a pleasure to be finally meeting the famous Harry Potter!" he smiled brightly and shook Harry's hand diligently.
"Um, its nice to meet you too." Harry looked around, confused.
"Now Tom 'ave I yer word that ya won't say nuthin' ta nobody bout this?" Hagrid whispered.
"'Course Hagrid, of course!" Tom smiled slightly. Then he looked around. "Before ya go Hagrid, there's a professor here who would probably like ta meet Harry."
Hagrid looked at Tom, "Who'd that be?"
"Quirrell," Tom supplied.
"I suppose that wouldn't hurt, but keep it down Tom, I don't want nobody taken notice. Where's he at?"
"Over there," Tom pointed to a table in the corner of the room. A lone man was sitting in the shadows drinking something.
"Alright, come on 'Arry. We've got ter make this quick." Hagrid pulled Harry up to the lone figure.
"Professor Quirrell!" Hagrid smiled. "I heard ya were wanting to meet 'Arry Potter, sir."
"P-P-Potter," stammered Quirrell, "A p-pleasure to m-m-meet you." he grasped Harry's hand.
"Harry, he is going to be one of your professors at Hogwarts." Hagrid provided.
"What do you teach, Professor?" Harry asked.
"D-Defense Against the D-D-Dark Arts," burbled Quirrell. "N-not that y-you'll be n-needing it, huh, P-P-Potter?" Harry looked at him, confused.
"Yes well, ya'll be seeing the professor at school, 'Arry." Hagrid said, "Right now we 'ave loads to do, so say good bye."
"Bye Professor." Harry said as they walked toward the bar. "Hagrid, does the professor always talk like that?"
"Yes, poor Quirrell. It's like he's always scared or something." Hagrid murmured, thinking about something.
"Are ya ready, Hagrid?" Tom asked.
"Yes Tom," Hagrid motioned for Harry to follow him and Tom. They walked around the bar toward the back to some bricks above a trashcan.
"'Ere ya are, Hagrid." Tom said, "See ya later, Harry. 'Ave fun getting all yer supplies!" Tom waved goodbye and headed back toward the bar.
"Hagrid? Are you sure this is right?" Harry asked looking at the wall.
"Hush 'Arry. Two down, three across. Hmmm that didn't work. Now what did I do wrong." Hagrid mumbled to himself. "Ha I've got it! Three down, two across. Now stand back 'Arry." The bricks began to shift. A small hole appeared and it got bigger and bigger until a large archway was there in front of them. "Welcome to Diagon Alley, 'Arry."
Harry was so amazed that he couldn't speak. It was absolutely amazing. Harry had never seen anything like it. There were so many people, most with pointy hats and long billowing robes.
"Now 'Arry, stick by me. We got ter get yer money now so lets be going." Hagrid murmured.
"But Hagrid," Harry said as he looked around at everything as they passed. "I haven't got any money and you heard Uncle Vernon. He won't pay for me to go to school." Harry looked at Hagrid.
"Now 'Arry I suppose I should tell ya that not only are ya famous but rich as well. Yer folk's left ya well off. What're thinking that Lily and James Potter would leave yer poor! Now that's jus' silly 'Arry!" Hagrid laughed as they passed a cauldron shop. "Now, we'll be needing one of those." He mumbled.
"I'm rich, Hagrid? I'm rich." Harry said more to himself then Hagrid. He couldn't believe it. Wow!
"Ha 'ere we are, Gringotts. Now, 'Arry, this place is run by goblins. Ya don't ever wanna cross a goblin. They can be right nasty folks." Hagrid said as they walked up the steps toward a white stone building. "In we go."
"Wow this amazing." Harry murmured in ah.
"Yes now remember, this is 'bout the safest place besides Hogwarts." Hagrid told Harry.
"Why?"
"Well 'cause it run by goblins a course and ya'd be a fool ta rob it!"
They walked thru the doors and into the building. Harry followed Hagrid to the counters and Hagrid went about his business. They followed the goblin to Harry's vault and got out enough money to get his school supplies and have some extra for whatever he wanted. Harry had never seen money like this before. It was very different to the stuff Muggles used. Hagrid then took Harry to another vault where Hagrid took out a small package that he put in his coat pocket. He whispered to Harry, "I'd appreciate it 'Arry if ya told no one 'bout this. Dumbledore would appreciate it too." Harry had nodded his and said he promised. They then headed back out onto the streets.
"Now 'Arry get out yer list o' school supplies. Time ter go shopping." Hagrid grinned wide.
Harry pulled out his list and looked at it. "Hagrid, can we really get all this here?"
"A course we can 'Arry. Now come on." Hagrid motioned to one of the shops located near Gringotts. "I suppose we should get yer wand first." They walked into the shop called Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.
"Now while yer getting yer wand I'm going off ter get yer birthday present." Hagrid said.
"You don't have to get me anything, Hagrid." Harry said looking at him.
"I know I don' 'Arry, but I want ter." He left Harry and went down the street.
"Hello," a quiet voice said from the behind the counter as Harry walked in to the store.
"Hello," Harry said tentatively. The man came forward talking all the while, about how he was expecting Harry and stuff. The man helped Harry find a wand. It took forever. The man had to search almost all the boxes before he found one.
"Curious, curious," said the man as he handed Harry the wand. "I have never seen this before." Harry looked at him confused. "Now, Harry, I remember every wand ever sold and it is most curious how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, Harry, remember that. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather-just one other. It is interesting that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar." He pointed to Harry's head.
Harry took the wand and gulped, then shivered. He gave the money to the man and then left the shop. Hagrid was waiting outside with a white snowy owl that Harry was sure he had seen before.
"Hagrid, where did you get this owl?" Harry asked as he stroked the owl's white feathers.
"Well I bought her a few days ago at Eeylops Owl Emporium. Then I sent her off ter deliver yer letter. That's probably why ya recognize her." Hagrid murmured, as the owl hopped from his arm to Harry's shoulder. "She belongs to ya."
"What? Hagrid I told you, you didn't need to get me a present!" Harry exclaimed.
"Yes well lets get the rest o' yer stuff so we can get ya settled at the Leaky Cauldron fer the night."
They walked on down Diagon Alley and stopped at Flourish and Blotts to get all the books Harry would need at school. Then they stopped at Madam Malkins Robe's for all occasions. Next was the Apothecary, then, last was Cauldrons - All Sizes - Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver - Self-Stirring – Collapsible.
"Now come on 'Arry. We've got ter get yeh back ter the Leaky Cauldron." Hagrid pulled Harry away from what looked to be a broom shop.
"Hagrid? What's Quidditch?" Harry asked. "I heard a kid asking his parents for a broom while I was in one of the shops. They said so they could practice Quidditch."
"Blimey 'Arry I fergot yeh don't know bout this sorta stuff. Now Quidditch…" Hagrid went on to explain a bit about it. By the time he was done explaining, they had arrived back at the pub.
"Now 'Arry I am going to have to go to back to Hogwarts fer the rest of the month. Ye're ter stay 'ere. Tom will look after yeh. Here is yer ticket, Kings Cross, platform 9 ¾, Hogwarts Express, leaves on September 1st. 'Ave yer got that, now, 'Arry?" Hagrid gave him a golden ticket.
"Um…yes I believe so." Harry said confused.
"Good now take care, and Tom will take yeh up ter yer room and if yer need me just send yer owl or ask Tom. Bye, 'Arry," Hagrid waved goodbye and then in an instant he was gone.
"But, I-" Harry looked around confused. He saw Tom waiting over bye the stairs.
"Are ya ready for me ta show ya to yer room, Mr. Potter?" He asked.
"Yes," was all he said.