Authors Note: I'm not usually the type of fan to squeal and scream like a banshee when they see something related to Harry Potter, or any fandom for that matter but I saw the live streamed premier of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and it was amazing! Made me so jealous, wish I had been there! I "filmed" it so it will forever be on my computer.

As of 11/15 I also have the one from New York, which paled in comparison to London!/end fangirl mode

I'm going to be speeding things up this chapter, combining Hagrid's introduction with the journey to Diagon Alley. As one reviewer has graciously pointed out, I am going slowly, something I had trouble with cause I like to draw things out, explaining things in great detail.

I know I'm sticking rather close to the book, and that will change as soon as Harry gets to Hogwarts. Thanks for 700+ views, and all the favorites and alerts! It means a lot to me that people are reading and liking my story.

It's going to get interesting from here on out! Please bear with me as we go through the slower parts, it's going to speed up now so I can get caught up with where I want to be.

Vernon had finally found a place to stay where the letters were unable to reach them. He had never been more proud of himself to have finally beaten the strange things that Harry Potter made happen.

"Alright everyone, bed time." Vernon said, going into the only other room that the cottage had. Dudley slept on the sofa while Harry was stuck with a few blankets on the floor. For once he missed the cupboard under the stairs which had been his home for the last few years in his life.

Harry found he was unable to sleep. He kept looking at his watch, watching the time count down until he was eleven years old. It was raining extremely hard outside, the small shack Vernon had rented was leaking in places but that didn't stop Harry from drawing himself a birthday cake on the dusty floor.

He counted down the seconds until the watch showed midnight and blew out the candles. It was then a large clap of thunder ripped through the sky, silencing the sound of the one and only door crashing to the floor. Harry looked up and saw in a flash of lightning an enormous man in the doorway.

"Harry Potter!" The figure shouted loud enough for the Dursley family to come into the room. There was shock and awe on their faces at the sight of seeing such a large man.

"W-What do you want!" Vernon shouted, trying to sound brave. The sight of such a large man such as Vernon Dursley shaking in his boots made the even bigger man laugh.

"Out of the way Muggle. I'm here to see Harry Potter." He said, scanning the room for any signs of the boy. Dudley was using Harry as a human shield, much to Hagrid's dislike. A growl of annoyance slipped out of the half-giants mouth as he pointed a rather large and wet umbrella at Dudley. The chubby boy pushed Harry out of the way and attempted to hide behind the couch but a burst of white light flew towards him and hit him in the rump. Dudley squealed and ran into the other room, slamming the door behind him. A little pigs tail could be seen poking out of his trousers as he slammed the door to get away from Hagrid.

"Now then Harry, shall we get down to business." Hagrid said a smile on his face at having gotten rid of the annoyances. He introduced himself to Harry as being Hagrid, game keeper of Hogwarts.

"What was that?" Harry asked, a look of amazement on his face. He had never seen something like that before. He wished that he could have done that to Dudley, it would have made his life that much easier, he wouldn't have had to endure years of getting tormented by his cousin as well as the fact that there was a magical school in England.

"That? It was magic." Hagrid said, a rather quizzical expression on his face. The half-giant couldn't understand why Harry had no clue what he had just done.

"You don't know what that is? Don't ya know what'cha are?" Hagrid asked, a surge of anger flashing through him. Harry Potter should have known all about his past, how he came to live with the Dursley's and that he was a wizard.

"I'm just Harry," the young boy said, a confused expression on his face. He had no clue what Hagrid was saying.

"You're a wizard Harry! Your parents were two of the greatest wizards of all time until You-Know-Who murdered them," Hagrid said, passion flooding his voice. He always got so emotional whenever he thought of what Voldemort had done to the wizarding world.

Harry looked even more confused. "What are you talking about Hagrid? My parents died in a car crash, and I'm not wizard," Harry explained, to which Hagrid looked flabbergasted.

The Dursley's explained that they had kept the truth from Harry so that he would grow up to be a normal boy and not the freak that his parents were. Hagrid, disgusted at the turn of events took Harry from the sea side shack, saying that they were better off leaving the Dursley's alone so they could live out their "normal" lives in peace. Although they would have to see Harry at the end of the school year, they could return to their lives of reltavie normality.

"Hagrid, where are we going?" Harry asked once they were on a train in London. They were getting many stares from the other train goers who had never seen a man as large or tall as Hagrid.

"We're going to Diagon Alley" Hagrid explained, telling Harry that it was the place for wizards and witches to get anything they would never need for doing anything magical. "I've got your list here so we can get your school supplies." Hagrid explained as they entered a gloomy looking pub. Heading straight for the back of the place, they exited into an alley way that had a tall brick wall blocking the exit. "Here we are." The large man said, taking his umbrella and tapping a few bricks. The bricks opened up, revealing a doorway into Diagon Alley. Harry stood there with an awed expression on his face. Never before had he seen such an amazing place. There were shops that lined both sides of the street for what looked miles, and there were people everywhere, dressed in robes of so many different colors and styles.

"This place is amazing!" Harry said, taking a step forward. Hagrid just laughed at the boys purity, enjoying how much Harry liked the alley.

"One of the best places in the world, besides Hogwarts of course." Hagrid commented. "First we have to go to Gringotts Bank to get your money." Hagrid said, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder and leading him down the alley.

Harry had never before seen so many shops, smelled so many interesting smells, it was all so overwhelming.

"Now, lets get your wand." Hagrid said, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder and leading him to Olivanders Wand Shop. They had stopped first at Gringotts Bank where Harry took out money to get his school supplies. He had been shocked that his parents had left him such an inheritance, that they had left him anything at all. The pair had also stopped at another vault, 713 where Hagrid had retrieved a single parcel, saying it was official Hogwarts business and no one would know what it was, although Harry tried to question him, the half giant was resilient for even he didn't know what was inside the paper wrapping. "Here we are." Hagrid said, a bell ringing once they entered the shop.

An elderly man was seated at the tabletop in front of them. He peered over his glasses, trying to see who had entered his shop. It took him a moment to register who had entered his shop, a warm smile on his face at the sight of Harry Potter.

"Mr. Potter, here to buy a wand I assume." Olivander said, going in the back room to get boxes of wands for Harry to try out. It took longer then expected to find a wand but when Harry finally did there was an odd expression on Olivander's face. "Interesting, there's only one other patron who I've ever sold a wand to that has the same core as you, a phoenix feather, the old wand maker said, lost in his own past.

"Who was it?" Harry asked after a minute of silence. The sound of the young boys voice brought Olivander out of his thoughts.

"Ah it was Lord Voldemort himself." Olivander said, causing Hagrid to gasp in horror at hearing the terrible wizards name. "I would have never guessed something like that would ever happen, but I guess even old wizards like myself can be surprised. You will be the light of the world Harry Potter" Olivander said, with a mystified tone to his voice as he was once again lost in the past. Harry and Hagrid took their leave, leaving the old man with his thoughts.

"Harry I'll go get your books while you're getting fitted for your robes." Hagrid said, leaving Harry at the robe shop while he went to the book store.

The robe shop had a musty moth ball smell to it as if the clothes and fabric in the shop had been there for centuries.

"i'll be with you in just a minuet." The shop owner said, for she was currently fitting a pale blond boy who looked to be about Harry's age.

"What it! You almost pricked me." The boy said, sneering in disgust at the magicked needle and thread that was hemming his robes.

"All done Mr. Malfoy." The woman said as both people sighed in relief that the ordeal was over. "Your turn." She said, gesturing for Harry to stand on the pedestal so he could get his robes fitted.

The blond boy couldn't help but notice Harry, it took him seconds to realize who it was, although he didn't make it apparent. He was much to good to act like some crazy nut who had just met a celebrity. He would play it cool, act as if he didn't know that the boy who lived was standing right in front of him.

"My name's Draco Malfoy," the boy said, giving Harry a nod.

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry said, causing the woman to gasp and nearly poke Harry in the leg with a needle.

"My goodness the Harry Potter!" She exclaimed, barely able to control herself. "Your robes are on the house!" She said. If it was for The Boy Who Lived, she would have gladly given him her right arm, for he had defeated Lord Voldemort.

"Ya know Harry, I bet we could be great friends, make Hogwarts a better place." Malfoy said, a smirk on his face. He had a feeling that Harry wouldn't mind being his friend, they could acomplish great things together, make Hogwarts the perfect place for pure bloods and those that had a thirst for knowledge.

Harry was thrown off guard, this boy hadn't acted the way everyone else had when he had said his name. They all shouted for joy, some had hugged him, but not his kid, he had acted as if it didn't matter that he was famous, that he had survived Voldemort's killing curse. The Boy Who Lived wasn't sure what to say in response to Draco's offer. He didn't know the boy, and Malfoy seemed a bit shady, an elitist, pompous boy who thought he was better then the rest. Yet maybe Harry could benefit from being his friend, pick up some confidence and learn to stand up for himself.

Before he could answer a woman's voice cut through his thoughts.

"Draco! It's time to go," the woman said and a slight groan escaped the pale boy's lips.

"Yes Mother," Draco said. "Think about it. I'm sure we'll see each other on the train." He said, before going out the door. Harry was left alone to finish getting measured and fitted for his robes. He was done and released from the musty shop, Hagrid waiting for him with a smile on his face.

"We're all done here, lets get you back home. I'll see you when school starts." Hagrid said, handing him a ticket that read Platform 9 ¾ from London to Hogwarts, leaves promptly at 9:00. Harry frowned, puzzled, having never heard of such a platform. Bu when he looked up to ask Hagrid the giant was gone.

He would have to figure out where Platform 9 ¾ was on the day school started.

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Hedwig sat contentedly in her cage as Harry made his way through Kings Cross Station. The snowy white owl had been a gift from Hagrid for his eleventh birthday. As Harry approached platforms nine and ten, confusion rippled through him. He didn't see any sign for the platform he needed.

"Do you need help son?" A worker asked, glancing at the ticket. "Platform 9 ¾, there's nothing like that here. Someone must be playing a trick on you," the man said, which caused Harry's stomach to drop. How could there be no Platform 9 ¾, it didn't make sense.