A/N: Update will either be quicker or slower as I have not got my computer anymore as it is being fixed, it may be quicker because I know I only have a little bit of time each day to write this therefore I might be quicker. As I guess you can probably work out this is the third chapter, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, just this story.

Harry woke up the next morning, looking out of the window which was charmed to show a view of the outside, he could see that it was a bright cloudless blue skied July morning. Getting out of bed his feet hit the soft warm carpet, savouring the warmth before he would be met with the cold sharpness of the bathroom tiles, Harry made his way slowly to the bathroom.

Once he had had a shower, and got dressed for the day he made his way to the kitchen, upon deciding that there was nothing that would pass as edible food in his kitchen he decided to get packed up and have breakfast in Diagon Alley. He got a small rucksacks together of stuff he would need for the day and started packing up items around the tent. Looking around outside he checked for muggles before waving his hand and dismantling the tent. Once the tent was dismantled he waved his hand again and the tent was shrunk to the size of a small pencil case, putting this in his travelling bag he shrunk that too and placed the whole thing in his rucksack.

Exiting the park he looked around trying to remember the way to Diagon Alley, this was proved difficult because he had never gone to Diagon Alley from Privet Drive before. Deciding that he would take the bus into central London and then find his way from there he turned right and walked towards the bus stop. Transfiguring some knuts into pound coins he paid for his ticket and sat at the back of the bus waiting for his stop.

Over the past four years Harry had found that he had much more power that Dumbledore had ever told him he had, or maybe he had tried to keep it a secret from Harry in fear that he would use his powers to become a new dark lord. Harry found he was able to change any object into an object of his choice, this proved to be very useful, especially when he was running low on items. However Harry never transfigured money from dirt or anything, only from one type of money to another, this was because he found he had enough money and he felt a bit guilty whenever he had to pay with what he knew was dirt. He had also never tried the transfication with an object into a human, this was mainly because he didn't what to know what the a lamp would be like if it was turned into a human. Harry had found that he could also do wandless and wordless magic, he found this out one morning when he was groggy and thought of accicoing his wand to him and the next moment he realised he had done so without lifting a finger. This power had become a small form of entertainment for him, mainly when creating uproar without being blamed for it. Harry usually did wandless spells by waving his hand, he only did this so that he did not get used to casting spell all the time with just a blink of his eyes. Harry had also learnt to apparate in the summer of his 6th year, he had developed that skill further into being able to view what was happing in that area before deciding to apparate, this allowed him to view anywhere at anytime, this was used for more practical reasons, though he had been able to watch a few movies whilst using this power. Harry was also slowly developing this power even further, so that he could move between spaces in time, he hoped to be able to go back and see Sirius, Remus, and his parents again.

Harry walked towards the grubby pub when he had exited off of the bus, reaching the delrict looking building he entered slowly. He stopped as he was walking through the door, looking round he hadn't realised how much he had missed this place. His first memory of this place coming back to him.

//Flashback//

For a few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a tip hat was talking to the old barman, who was quite bald and looked like a gummy walnut. The low buzz of chatter stopped when they walked in. everyone seemed to know Hagrid; they waved and smiled at him, and the barman reached for a glass, saying, "The usual, Hagrid?"

"Can't, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business," said Hagrid, clapping his great hand on Harry's shoulder and making Harry's knees buckle.

"Good Lord," said the barman, peering at Harry, "is this – can this be –?"

The Leaky Cauldron had suddenly gone completely still and silent.

"Bless my soul," whispered the old barman. "Harry Potter … what an honour."

He hurried out from behind the bar, rushed towards Harry and seized his hand, tears in his eyes.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back."

Harry didn't know what to say. Everyone was looking at him. The old women with the pipe was puffing on it without realising it had gone out. Hagrid was beaming.

Then there was a great scraping of chairs and, next moment, Harry found himself shaking hands with everyone in the Leaky Cauldron.

//Flashback end//

He stood still in the doorway the memory flooding back to him, the first time he had been in a place of magic, how Hagrid had looked after him. He smiled slightly to himself, Hagrid had been one of the few to have defended him in the papers. However, it had made people believe he was even more of a dark lord, being friends whit a half giant, many thought that he was going to have the giants attack them if he had not supposedly died. There was a loud rasping noise in front of him and he was brought back to the present. There was a short old man standing in front of him in muggle looking clothes clearing his throat.

"Are you just going to stand there all day or are ya going to move at some point so I can get past?" The old man said glaring up at Harry from his slightly shorter height.

"Oh yer sorry, I just haven't been here for a while." Harry laughed slightly to himself finding it strange but not unwelcome that people didn't gape at his scar or hurry to accommodate him just being he was the-boy-who-lived. //I could get used to this //Walking away from the door he heard the old man grunt and walk out into muggle London. Going up to the bar he ordered himself a fizzy water and lime as he thought that 11:30 was too early to start drinking, and a bacon sandwich.

He sat there eating the sandwich and drinking his water looking round the pub. Not much had changed, it was still dark and dingy, the fire place still held a roaring fire in the grate, behind the bar Tom was still working, though he looked much older than the last time Harry had seen him. Even some of the people in the pub were the same people from before, it was like that had never left. His eyes wandered up the stairs as he heard a creak. The one minor side affect that his travelling had had on him was that he was very aware of his surroundings after always having to watch his back, so he was always alert//constant vigilance as Moody used to say.// Looking up at the person that was coming down the stairs he instantly saw that he knew this person, the flaming red hair, he would have been able to spot that a mile away and would have been an idiot to not have recognised at least what family it belonged to….

A/N: Who is it there are 9 of them to choose from. LOL. Review!! I wanna know what you think about it?