A/N: Woot! Skipping calc to write fanfiction. I'm amazing like this no?
Disclaimer: My Harry has a big heart and is super tall, JKR has a Harry with amazing bravery and if the movies are anything to go by is slightly short. I think ours I'll be slightly different. *sparkly eyes* I borrowed from the first book, and you all should recognize it! Mostly at least.
Chapter 2:
Harry woke up at seven and quickly got dressed before opening his door and peaking out. The corridor didn't look much different from last night, still grimy, still dingy, and still very dark. To his comfort and surprise door number twelve open and his professor stepped out glancing at his own door. He smiled nervously and exited pocketing the key to his room.
"Good morning, sir," he said politely approaching the man earning a stiff necked nod.
"It is good that you are prompt and an early riser Mr. Potter," the man said coolly and Harry merely smiled, not bothered by how distant the man seemed. He understood teachers had to keep their authority and Harry wasn't one to challenge it, he figured if you wanted to keep twenty-odd students in line one had to have authority. "Now I believe it's time for breakfast, Hagrid will meet us I believe once he is awake."
"Of course sir," Harry said following the man down the stairs.
"Morning sirs," the bartender from last night said happily and Harry wondered when the man slept.
"Good morning," Harry said shrugging off the question mentally.
"Good morning Tom, I believe we need three full Englishes, two for Mr. Potter, and one for me. Plus a pot of tea and a pot of coffee if you can." Harry's professor said sitting down. The bartender blinked then turned to stare at Harry.
"Blimey, yo-you're Harry Potter?" The man said bending over the counter to eye him closely.
"Erhm, yes, I'm Harry," Harry said quietly seating himself across from his teacher leaving plenty of room for Hagrid for when he joined them. The man suddenly ran over and offered a hand. Harry studied it before shaking it gingerly. After a few minutes the man finally let go and headed back to his bar.
"Harry Potter," the man called over his shoulder. "I'll be right back with your breakfasts! It'll be an honor Mr. Potter, it's just an honor servin' you, havin' you stay here! Blimey I'll have ta mark ya room as the actual room Harry Potter slept in. Bloody hell." Harry stared after the man for a minute before looking at his professor questioningly.
"I believe I mentioned your fame last night Mr. Potter," he said simply. Severus hid a smile at the look of horror and distaste crossed the boy's features. It was strange to see such a youthful boyishly soft face on someone who was even taller than him. Of course the horrible glasses didn't help. It made him look disarmingly safe. A mental note to have Madam Pompfrey check out the boy's eyes as well as his nutrition when he arrived at Hogwarts was filed away. If the boy needed glasses that badly they'd get him a pair that wasn't held together by bits of tape and actually looked half decent.
"That was a might peculiar though still, will there be more like that?" Harry asked avoiding touching the table with his hands. It looked as though it had dried... Multiple dried somethings on it. In fact he rather hoped he wouldn't have to eat here again. Thirty minutes later there was a pot of tea and a pot of coffee between the two of them and Hagrid had finally came down the stairs. He plunked himself down in a chair which groaned.
"G'mornin'" he said cheerfully to Tom who came out with two platters plopped down in front of Harry and Professor Snape.
"Hullo Hagrid, good morn to yous, what'll ya be havin'?" Tom asked.
"Four of what they be havin' iffin you don' minds none Tom, and an extra plate of that hash with sausage in it." Hagrid answered, Tom smiled and nodded.
"The usual it be then, shoulda known. Be back with that second English for ya Mr. Potter, gimme just a moment," Tom said.
"Thank you Tom," Harry answered as he dug into his breakfast, cutting his sausage. It took Harry a good hour and a half to finish. Professor Snape simply read a paper while waiting for them to finish since Hagrid had ordered another plate and some pancakes after finishing his fourth plate and Harry wasn't used to such a large, but necessary, amount of food and ate slowly savoring it. Severus glanced over his paper just as Harry put down his fork and finished his tea.
"Done?" Harry nodded. "Good, what of you Hagrid? Are you finished and fine with leaving now?" The man queried.
"I'm done Pr'fessor, I'm ready and willin' righ' this moment." Hagrid said after wiping his mouth.
"Good." The shorter man said with a satisfied nod as he placed a few strange coins down on the table before rising. "Then, Mr. Potter," Snape said, "I believe it's time we got your supplies. You have your letter I trust?" Harry nodded. "Good." The other two rose momentarily afterward. He beckoned to them and they followed him to the back of the pub. The darkly robbed man stopped before an arched filled brick wall. Pulling out his long stick. Wand, Harry thought. He taped a certain brick in a precise manner three times. The red bricks neatly receded, folding in on themselves widening and opening a space we could easily step through. Wide eyed he stared at sudden glistening shop street filled with the morning bustle of strangely dressed people in bright robes and peculiar hats. Hagrid chuckled at the young boy's astonishment and even Professor Snape gave an amused smirk.
"Welcome, Mr. Potter," the professor said softly, "to Diagon Alley." Harry smiled at them both. Hagrid went first parting the crowd with his bulk. Harry glanced around at the different shops.
"Where are we going first sirs?" Harry asked politely, curiously.
"To the bank, Gringotts, you need money Mr. Potter, to buy all the items you require. So we'll head to your vault while Hagrid takes care of some Hogwarts' business. I will be helping you with the general supplies today, and Hagrid will help you sort out the more difficult items, like your wardrobe." Snape answered in a tidy fashion.
"Oh, okay," Harry answered. He paused to mule things over, "Sir?"
"Yes Mr. Potter?" The man replied.
"Is there anything specific I should know about the bank, it's managers or Hogwarts itself? I'm sure there's books but..."
"Ah, yes, books are an excellent source of information, however they can be out of date, biased or leave questions that haven't been answered to their full potential in a personal opinion. For the bank and it's managers. Well, it is run by a race called goblins and I warn you, do not every try to swindle them. They are masters at handling wealth and were originally a warring race. However, due to a series of treaties with the wizards they are no long at odds with us, mostly. The bank itself is considered impenetrable, and no one has been able to stage a theft from it in the recourse of it's history."
"That's pretty impressive," Harry said thinking it over. It sounded a lot safer than the ones back in the Muggle or mundane world he was calling it.
"Indeed, now moving onto Hogwarts," the man continued, "Hogwarts is a school founded in 856 CE by four of the most powerful and influential wizards and witches of their time; Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin, and Godric Gryffindor. The school is thus divided into four houses named after each founder and is considered the epitome of that founder's set of values; loyalty, wisdom, bravery and cunning. During your first day there you will be sorted into the one you would serve best in and then spend the next seven years of your education there." He finished.
"Oh, okay," Harry said, "I guess I'll worry about that when it happens. There's no wrong place to end up in, since it's all dependent on your personality and traits, so making friends and acquaintances must go well."
"Indeed," the man said once more as a towering white marble building appeared. On a plague outside of it stated in plain unforgiving terms the following in gold:
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
They strode in and stopped in front of a podium with a short wrinkled figure standing rigidly on a stool behind it. It was tall, however the obviously male's head topped off at his collar bone.
"G'day to you sir!" Hagrid said cheerfully.
"Mr. Hagid, Professor Snape, how can we at Gringotts assist you this fine day," the goblin said in a rather smarmy manner.
"The boy and I are here to retrieve the necessary funds to pay for his first year of school supplies. His vault was, I believe, number 687 to be exact, Mr. Potter's vault," Professor Snape said shortly, placing a golden key on the counter. "Hagrid has some work for the school concerning a package."
"Er, yes, Pr'Fessor Dumbledore said vault number 713." Hagrid said quickly showing him another key. "I was to be emptying it fer him." The goblin checked the keys over the nodded before handing them back.
"Ah, then I will get you two separate carts," the Goblin snapped, "Griphook! Cribclaw!" Two rather squat goblins waddled out of nowhere and stood there at attention. "Griphook take Mr. Hagrid to vault number 713, Cribclaw you will be responsible for taking these wizards to 687. Good day to you Mr. Potter, Mr. Hagrid, Professor Snape." The goblin's attention was already away towards the next person coming up behind them.
"Come," one of them barked. He was a rather foul-tempered looking one, much older than the other who eyed them in mild interest. "You're with me Mr. Hagrid." Hagrid trotted after the scurrying growling goblin. The younger one silently and semi-cordially led Harry and Professor Snape after them. They approached a cart and the professor pressed something into Harry's hand.
"Take that before you get on," he ordered. Glancing at the slender tiny vial Harry frowned in question. "It's an anti-nausea potion, it'll prevent you from regurgitating your breakfast. These carts are exceedingly fast, and not the smoothest of rides. With your heritage and height it will be unpleasant to say the least for you." Harry nodded uncorked and knocked it back without allowing it to touch his tongue. Medicine, on the rare occasions he had it, always tasted nasty so it was best to get it out of the way. Blinking owlishly he felt his body tingle a bit then nodded and sat down in the back of the cart. His professor followed a moment after taking a seat in the front next to the goblin.
"Keep your hands inside and you'll keep them," the goblin said shortly before shoving down a lever. The ride was horrible the second it started. Harry felt as though someone cut his stomach out of his body and decided to make it into a kite and fly it during a hurricane. Immediately grateful for the potion Harry clenched his eyes shut. There was a sudden jerk and he clenched his hand on the bar in front of him. "Vault 687," the goblin Cribclaw barked. "Your key." The professor handed it over while Harry shakily got out of the cart. He bent over for a bit letting his body resettle and straightened just in time to watch the goblin unlock the door and for it to swing open.
"Oh my," he said faintly. In the room there were stacks upon stacks of gold, silver and bronze coins. Gulping he asked the professor, "this is all mine?" A look of amusement flashed through the dour man's obsidian eyes.
"No, Mr. Potter, this is a small fraction of what is all yours. This," he waved a hand, "is your trust fund for the next seven years. Your parents, well to be specific, your father came from a long line of wizards and actually held a lordship. Do not worry about the other vaults and that for now though, it'll apply when you turn seventeen. Your mother was the adopted daughter of you maternal grandparents and a half-giantess who specialized in charm work in metal objects and healing which earned her a pretty knut. A wonderful woman in all." His eyes stared off for a bit. "You probably do not know this, but you have her eyes. Though that unruly mop is your father all over. The eyesight as well probably." Harry nodded numbly soaking in the information.
"Wait, what?" He suddenly said catching onto the half-giantess mention, "I'm part giant? I'm a quarter giant?"
"Yes and no, creature blood manifests rather strangely. While your mother was of average height, she had several of their traits. A fiery temper, and an uncanny ability of being able to eat almost raw meat. She had a particular liking of rabbit and deer. She was always sucking blood pops as well." Seeing the confused look, "a type of lollipop the flavor of blood, quite popular with vampires and those of certain creature descents. Any way, it is my belief you inherited the more physical side of their nature. I'm sure after a few years you'll be much taller and much more heavily muscled."
"Oh," Harry said rather dumbly. "I guess it's a good thing I didn't get my parent's tempers. It wouldn't be good to be this big and have a short temper. That might hurt someone."
"Quite perceptive Mr. Potter, now I suggest you fill this bag with a few stacks of galleons." The teacher said handing over a small velvet pouch.
"Galleons sir?" Harry asked confused.
"Ah yes, I forgot you are not familiar with the monetary system. Galleons are the gold coins, sickles the silver, and the bronze is a coin called the knut." The teacher informed him.
"Are you sure I'll be able to fit enough in this bag sir? It looks awfully small..." Harry queried.
"Do not worry Mr. Potter, that bag has three charms on it, one is to prevent it's theft or it's contents theft, once you fill it no one but you will be able to remove anything from it. The second charm is called an expansion charm which allows it to hold much more than it appears to. The final is called a feather-weight charm which makes it light as a feather no matter how heavy it is supposed to be. Now fill it, we have to get a number of things and do not want to leave Hagrid waiting, kicking up his heels upstairs. It isn't polite." The Professor stated. Harry nodded before moving in crouching carefully and filling the bag with two of the shorter stacks of about a hundred sickles each before adding another three large stacks of galleons containing about two hundred in each, then four stacks of fifty knuts. The professor looked rather bemused. It was a rather strange amount of coin. In fact is was probably enough to pay for half his tuition.
"And why do you need so much Mr. Potter?" He asked when the boy returned to the cart eying it warily and unhappily.
"Because sir, I figured I'd buy some other necessities, like a wardrobe in the mundane world after switching some of this over to pounds and maybe a few extra books and such. I also would like to have some of the money for a rain day fund at school. I'm sure if I need something it would do to have money on hand. It doesn't do me any good to have it all hidden away here when I need it. Plus I don't know how much I'll need. I'm larger than an average wizard after all, who's to say it won't cost more for whatever I need?" Harry answered honestly before they sped off his eyes already clenched shut. They stopped suddenly at the top.
"That is a sensible thing Mr. Potter, if you head over to that teller he'll get what you require done. I suggest you do so quickly while we wait on Hagrid," The professor said once they got out and caught their breath. Harry nodded in thanks and understanding before bustling over to the counter.
Severus watched the unbelievably tall boy. Already towering over him, the boy was unfailingly polite and had a quick mind. He moved carefully, but gracefully, and had his mother's eyes. He also looked only slightly like his father. James Potter and his wife had both been of slightly above average height. Both topping out at around five-ten and five-eight respectively. Hagrid clumped up and he glanced at the half-giant.
"He's a good lad, idin't he Pr'fessor?" Hagrid said as the boy set down a series of gold coins. They both chuckled when they saw his jerk of surprise when handed a series of thick stacks of pounds. He glanced at it shoved most of them in a pouch opened one stack folded a respectable amount and stuffed it in his pocket before placing the rest in the bag. He wandered over after thanking the man and said cheerfully, "I finished. Are we good to go?"
"Of course," Professor Snape said.
"Yep, so where to 'irst 'ey Pr'fessor?" Hagrid said giving the boy a clap on the shoulder.
"I believe getting Mr. Potter's wand would be a good choice." The man said checking his watch. "Then we'll get his books and other items. We still have to get his robes and that shop doesn't open til eleven and it's only ten-fourteen as of right now."
"O' course, o' course. Getting' yer wand is da best part of da trip!" Hagrid said warmly. "To Ollivander's! 'Course I'll, er, be awaitin' fer yers outsides, mayhap go o'er to the owl store or familiar shop. See iffin' theys have anythin' of interest."
"Animals are nice," Harry said simply following the pair. Hagrid once more cut a wide path and soon they were standing outside a wood paneled building. The store was brightly lit and after a cheery "I'lls be backs when yous be ready to get them robes," from Hagrid the leftovers entered.
"Good morning," came a friendly voice. "Ah Professor Snape, your wand is still working for you?"
"Of course, Ollivander, I would expect nothing less from the wand that chose me." The man said with a faint smile. The elderly figure came in and glanced at Harry.
"Ah, young Harry Potter, I remember your parents. Your mother was a lovely woman and your father a right trickster. Sold them both their wands, though I only made your father's. Mahogany and good for transfiguration while your mother's excelled in charms. Let's see what yours will be shall we?" Ollivander said softly. A tape measure came whizzing out of nowhere, zipping to and fro around the large boy measuring everything. The elderly wandmaker made a humming sound before retreating back into his rows of wands. He pulled a number of long boxes out of the back and came forward once more.
"Here try this. Hawthorne, fourteen inches, with hair from a perfectly lovely abraxon." Harry gripped it, "well, give it a wave." Harry did, nothing. "No then... how about..." This continued on for the next twenty-odd wands. The man huffed.
"I'm sorry sir," Harry apologized after handing over a holly and phoenix wand that had been shorter than the other's he'd tried yet, about ten inches. The man had been certain to work.
"No worries lad, it means I'll have to get rather exotic now. Don't fret, leave it to Ollivander," the man said distractedly wandering back into the rows again. Finally he returned with a white box, which Harry blinked at in surprise. All of the other boxes had been black or a very dark brown.
"Sir?" Harry asked uncertainly as the wandmaker approached.
"This, Mr. Potter, is one of my newest and best experimental wands. I used a less traditional wood, and two cores, not one. It is plum wood with a circular inlay of ebony just above where the hand should grip. It's sixteen inches exactly and thicker than I usually make, with a core of hippogriff feather that's been soaked in phoenix tears undiluted. Try it." He pulled the slim wand out and offered it. Harry wrapped his hand around the slightly knotted wood end that tapered out into a slender delicate point. He felt an instant attachment and giving it an almost ecstatic swirl he lifted it and a glow of bright light and sparks followed the motion. It light up the store and Harry grinned widely. The wandmaker clapped his hands happily.
"Good good! I should have known! Plum wood specializes in enhancing skill, overcoming barriers, and evokes toughness and persistence! Ebony for power as you can guess and fights off evil. Hippogriff's are known for their honor and integrity while phoenix tears are a perfect pair for the healing qualities the wood enables! A powerful wand, strong and subtle. It'll be as patient as you are Mr. Potter, and won't bend or weaken! My, you must be quite the artist to have such a powerful affinity to that plum wood." The man said delighted. Harry blushed.
"I-I like carving and drawing." The boy said awkwardly. "It's nice to work purely with your hands. Like working in the garden. It's always interesting trying new things with wood and reading up on it." The wandmaker grinned.
"Splendid Mr. Potter, just splendid, why I have a few things else to give you then... Wait just a minute," the man hurried away and Harry watched after him before glancing at his teacher.
"That was... Unusual?" He said and the professor smirked.
"It would appear that your celebrity, Mr. Potter, is the least of you, not the definition of you." He said.
"I wonder what else he has for me?" Harry pondered.
"Hmm, I've not an idea." The professor responded as the man returned.
"Here!" He plopped a thick tome in Harry's free hand, he hadn't let go of his new wand in the slightest. "This a tome of the different qualities and properties of wood and other materials." He plopped another book in his hands, "And this is a tome on the different cores and items used to make magical foci such as wands. It's a mixture of wandlore and history of several different magical items that are similar." He finally plopped a small bag on top of the books. "Finally that bag contains some extra wood I had that was laying around in my workshop. Just odds and ends so don't give me that look! The books and the wood are free for you Mr. Potter. But I do request that you write to me! I expect great things from you and want to hear all about it! Plus it's not often I meet another who is so into crafts! It'd be nice to talk about the different varnishes one can use and stains." Harry's eyes lit up at that.
"Have you tried dying with cherry juice before? It's surprisingly pleasant and if done correctly leaves a wonderful scent." Harry said happily. The professor covered his mouth and hid his humor.
"Ah! No but I'm sure it'll be interesting to try doing some infusions of wood! Why Mr. Potter I do believe you gave me my next idea for a wand! Hasn't happened in years. Now, your wand is twelve galleons, eight sickles and three knuts. Would you like anything else?"
"Uhm.." Harry trailed off glancing at his professor for help.
"He'll want a wand maintenance kit, Ollivander, and a wand holster. Wouldn't do for him to put that in his pocket and blow off part of his lower body now would it?" The man said amused. Harry nodded in agreement.
"Ah yes, what would you like the holster in? Dragon hide or perhaps shrake?"
"Dragon hide would be best," the professor responds.
"Ah then, I have a nice piece made from an Antipodean Opaleye, give me a moment and I'll be back." He bustled off and Harry carefully set his wand back in it's box making sure to keep it far away from the discard pile. Severus watched as the boy opened the pouch slightly and a look of delight crossed his face as he studied the different woods that were in there, pulling a few out to check the grain and weight it seemed. Ollivander returned with a pearly white holster in his hand and a wooden case with leather handles in his other.
"Here you are Mr. Potter," the man said handing it over. Harry took it and then carefully shifted around to move his wand from it's box to it's new holder after attaching the holster to his arm. "It's enchanted so no one may summon your wand but you Mr. Potter, and to be seamless under your clothing. It'll also prevent any type of damage to the wand while in it and can be closed when it's off your body so the wand cannot be removed from the holster with the exception, of course, of you. This hide was freely given, one of the few instances where a dragon allowed part of it's shed hide to be handled and I was lucky to be there to receive some. That'll teach people not to visit dragon reserves on vacation. With the holster, wand and maintenance kit your total goes up to twenty-five galleons, ten sickles and eight knuts Mr. Potter."
"Thank you Ollivander, and please call me Harry," Harry said handing the money over. Severus shrunk anything and Harry placed it in his pocket. "Good bye Ollivander I'll write soon!" Ollivander waved at them merrily as they left. Hagrid was standing outside a shop a few stores down holding what appeared to be a cage.
"Hello Hagrid," the boy said in greeting checking out the cage curiously. In it was a gorgeous white owl flecked with black spots.
"Hullo again Harry!" Hagrid said offering the bird to him. Harry blinked and looked up at the man.
"You want me to carry it for you?" He asked and the man laughed.
"No, this 'ere is a present to you! Happy Birthday Harry!" Hagrid said and the professor covered his eyes due to exasperation with himself.
"Indeed, my apologies Mr. Potter I forgot. Happy Birthday to you." Snape said. Harry nodded and took the owl's cage with a soft smile.
"Thank you, thank you so much. Does the owl have a name?" He said glancing up after brushing her head gently with a long slender finger.
"Nope, I sure you'll give her a beautiful one when the time comes Harry." Hagrid said giving the boy another pat.
"Okay," Harry said mildly, "onto robes was it?"
"Ah yes! Madam Malkins usually handles Hogwarts' students, but since you're part giant and growing rather quickly," the Professor said, "Hagrid has arranged for you to go to a different shop. This way." They passed Malkins and the Quidditch shop crowded by students whimpering over brooms. They turned left down a less busy street before stopping at a shop named simply 'Big and Strong.' There was a faint bell sound and Hagrid fit in the store quite easily with plenty of room for the other two. A man close to Harry's height, maybe even a bit taller came out of the back carrying black cloth, a pencil stuck behind one ear and tailor's chalk dotting his own clothing.
"Hello!" He said warmly, "why if it isn't my favorite Hogwarts people. I guess this young man is Mr. Potter? Fascinating. The Boy Who Lived, in my shop. Just fascinating. Come come lad, I'll have to measure you. Into the mirrored room you." The man ushered him in mentioning his name to be Jerrod with a J not a G. Two hours later Harry left with three lighter weight school robes, three winter school robes, a cloak of the summer and spring time and one for winter, a fur lined pair of gloves and two sets of boots. All with growth charms that would expand for a year, anti-fire and stain, as well as warmth built into the colder weather clothes and cooling charms for the warmer weather. They went through the bookstore and the stationary store quickly, items added and suggested by the Potion Master or Hagrid. A few were even chosen by Harry, things that caught his eye. However when they entered the Apothecary that's when the list was thrown out completely and Professor Snape was left behind for the Potion Master instead. Harry trailed after the man as he was handled bottle after box of items. All were neatly labeled and was curious as to what they would be used for and their properties. He was even more appreciative of the two books the Professor had grabbed for him since they explained in minute detail the different prep methods and why they were done that way, and what each item was and when it was best used, gathered, and how to properly handle it.
"Here Mr. Potter," the man said handing Harry another bottle, "we'll get that kit made yet," he muttered. "It is better to chose your own ingredients. While you are too inexperienced to know what is what yet, and which you would be best, we'll get you up to speed eventually." Harry lugged the basket carefully around the different shelves and cases. They stopped at the cauldrons and there was an audible sniff of contempt.
"Sir?" Harry asked looking at him.
"It's nothing Mr. Potter, I just despise the cauldron they suggest, so you'll be getting this one instead. Really, if they would just take my recommendation... There truly would be less strain on the budget..." He went on to mutter about exploding and melting cauldrons under his breath and Harry stifled a laugh. "We'll get you a proper case next, initials on the latch to properly identify it, and stirrers! Also a scale that actually works..." They left an hour later headed towards the trunk shop and then to a late lunch/early dinner meal.
The day ended after Harry bought a rather splendid trunk with multiple compartment and a number of expansion and shrinking charms. He could speak a single word and it would shrink or grow depending on what he needed. There was six compartments, one contained a full wardrobe, another served as a vault for his prized possessions and money, one would hold his books since it had a library function, another would serve if he ever got a broom (since you could actually fly on one) and sports equipment, the next held all his potion supplies that weren't in his case under stasis to keep them fresh and the final served to be an organizer for all parchment, quills and other odds and ends acting as a filing cabinet and storeroom. It was covered in black dragon leather from a Hebridian Black and had his initials in stamped gold on the lock which would only open if a correct series of spots were pressed and a password said with Harry's wand tip placed in a small hole. The wide array of protective spells covered tampering, prying, and privacy. Each compartment was also protected and no one could open more than one at a time and only after the other was fully shut.
All in all, it was a damn nice trunk. Hagrid left after they'd eaten, a promise to see Harry at the school since he was in charge of the grounds as well as escorting the first years to and from the train. Harry had been rather startled by the ticket. The idea of walking through a wall was also less than pleasant and he was glad that his professor would be escorting him. It meant that there would be little chance of missing the ride or not getting through.
Sitting up in his room in Privet Drive he stared at his trunk shoved against the wall, his room clear of the debris of Dudley's broken toys, and the furniture transfigured and repaired with a contempt filled wave of a wand from Professor Snape. He fingered his wand, and stretched out on the bed that now was firm and long enough for his entire lanky frame with an extra foot for when he grew. Glancing at the digital clock sitting shiny and brand-new looking next to him on a shined up night table he closed his eyes as it clicked to ten o'clock at night a small promise and budding hope for better and newer things to come.
Hahaha... For all of you who read my other works I have like... three other chapters semi-completed.