AN: I do now own Harry Potter, Belongs to JK Rowling.

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With my author privaleges, I've changed minor little things here and there of course. It is an AU afterall. Things were too slow for me this chapter mainly because my birthday came up aswell as christmas, but I swear, I'll do better next year. -chuckles at old joke-

Chapter 3: I don't care, just leave me alone!

"Alright, sorry I won't shout, but I was stunned?" Harry re-questioned the old nurse. He knew it felt familiar to him, the ache in his chest, it felt familiar because it was from a stupefy spell. He'd felt it before so he was sure he recognised the ache and tingly feeling across his extremities. Admittedly the Potter heir's pride was bruised slightly, not only did he fail to recognise what had happened, but he'd been taken by surprise and bested by a simply stunner.

"That's what I gathered from the diagnostics I ran when you were first brought in." Poppy answered the young boy; he had the right to know what had been done just as much as the next person. Working in a place like Hogwarts, she was used to people being brought in with various spell related accidents. Though how a stunning spell could be classed an accident she was unsure.

"Brought in? Excuse me madam Pomfrey, but could you tell me who brought me in?" Harry asked hopeful. If he knew who had brought him in, maybe they could tell him where it was he was found. And then he could retrace his steps and find out who stunned him. Although he already thought he knew who it would be. Malfoy.

"I'm not entirely sure; I was treating another student when I heard someone ask for help before dropping you on a bed and leaving." Pomfrey answered slowly, trying to remember as much as she could.

Before Harry could ask another question, he was quickly given a potion and told to rest a little longer. The potion took immediate affect and sent the black haired Gryffindor to sleep.

When Harry had been told he was 'allowed' to visit Diagon alley to get his supplies, he'd been angry at first. Allowed. Him, Harry Potter. Allowed to visit a public place to buy necessary school supplies. How old did Dumbledore think he was? He was 15, 16 on July 31st for crying out loud. He could buy his books on his own, without any hassle. Not to mention he'd already faced Moldyshorts on multiple separate occasions.

He was however, against his wishes, followed by a so called undercover order member. Though Harry was able to pick him out in a heartbeat. Mundungus Fletcher was not the most graceful of shadows. Especially considering his constant intoxicated state. Needless to say, Harry did not take the invasion of his privacy, lying down. With a steady pace, and a turn around a corner, followed by a quick use of his invisibility cloak and his follower was soon searching frantically, in the wrong direction.

Having left Harry the opportunity to continue his shopping in peace or at least until he noticed Draco Malfoy and his Mother sneaking down a turn into knockturn alley.

Never being one to let Malfoy out of his sights, Harry was quick to throw his cloak back on, and follow the blonde and his mummy to their destination. Which just happened to be, Borgin and Burkes, one of the shops in knockturn alley that was most well known for selling illegal dark artefacts, tomes and other shady dealings.

Harry knew better than to pass judgement without evidence, but before he even slipped through the door, he knew that Draco was not there to simply find a book, or buy some furniture.

Just as Harry was about to sneak in through the door, he caught sight of a large hairy burly man. Someone Harry would not want to meet in a dark alleyway. Though in retrospect that was the case. The man, or beast if the feeling Harry got was accurate, practically screamed Deatheater. So Harry wisely decided that it was best not to be in the same room as someone that most likely worked for the person that wanted him dead.

Instead Harry chose the safer option of using some of the 'wall-walking sneakers' that the Weasley twins had sold, amongst a myriad of other prank and fun related items that they themselves invented, marketed and sold to the masses of people. Which of course, him being partners with the twins when he had given them his winnings of the tri-wizard tournament, though in his instance it was more of a quad-wizard tournament, but it really didn't have the same ring to it, earned him specific perks. Such as free products and a share of the earnings, though of course to get things started off, the Potter heir insisted his share go towards the running of the business to get things started.

Quickly slipping the sneakers on, Harry pressed the button on the side and was soon walking up the wall to get a viewpoint through the skylight. A few times Harry had to be careful when the possible Deatheater from earlier kept turning around to look out the window. But even with his head down, he knew what was happening. Thanks to the shouting.

"What do you mean you sold it?!" Harry recognised the voice instantly as Draco's.

"I'm sorry, but I tried telling you the other day over the floo. I can't keep an object for more than a week. After 7 days it's open to being bought by anyone else." Came the voice that Harry could only guess was the owner. Having never, for obvious reasons, entered the shop, Harry didn't know the owner nor what his voice sounded like so could only guess.

"Listen here Caractacus, we put a down payment on it, when we asked you to hold it back. At the very least we demand our money back." Before Harry could even try to indentify the woman's voice, Draco's whiney screech interrupted. "But mother, it's not a matter of money! I demand that you get the cupboard back this instant."

"I'm sorry but I can't do that, it's already gone."

"If that's the case then maybe you need a proper incentive, my friend here might be able to help with that."

The large burly man from earlier growled and stalked up to Draco's side. Causing the owner to shiver on the spot.

Harry, who once the man had moved from the skylight and was able to see again, noticed from his vantage point that the owner had stepped on something that looked like a button. He was instantly sure that it was some sort of call for help button. Maybe it sent a call to the aurors. He wasn't sure but the point was he wasn't needed anymore and he'd already gotten enough new information to think about.

And if it wasn't a call to the Aurors, then it meant that, a shop that catered to scum like the Malfoy family and other dark accomplices to the snake faced lord, was going to be destroyed. To be honest, it really didn't seem like a crying shame at all in the black haired boys' opinion.

Climbing down from the roof and throwing his cloak on once again, upon leaving the alley he noticed aurors running in the shop's direction. With a blank look on his face Harry walked on his way to his gringotts meeting.

Just like Poppy had said, Harry felt a lot better after the potion, despite the normal urge to throw up after the agonisingly horrible tasting medicine. And after a little nap was quick to grab his possessions. Finding his wand safely in his inner secret pocket of his robe.

With his things in tow, Harry made his way down to the grand hall just before breakfast finished. Deciding not to sit by anyone he argued with, he stuck himself at the end of the table with this years firsties, his so called friends halfway up the table giving him dirty and confused looks.

Managing to grab a few rashers of bacon and two pieces of toast before it was cleaned away by the resident Hogwarts house elves, and making small chat with the new Hogwarts students, mainly just asking how they like it so far. He managed to fill a small spot in his stomach and avoid any unwanted arguments. For then at least.

Promptly, upon finishing his makeshift bacon butty, professor McGonagall strolled over with a partially confused look upon her face at his choice of seating before handing him his schedule. "It is good to see you are feeling better Mr. Potter. As well as taking the opportunity to help the first years fit in."

Instead of ruining the moment and declaring his reason being because his friends were idiots, Harry simply nodded and smiled to the older woman. Over the years, he'd come to rely on the strict but fair actions of his head of house. The stern Scottish woman held pride in her work; she truly enjoyed teaching the students and was unconcerned with petty squabbles such as house rivalry. Not to say she didn't have a bias for her lions. Like a proud battleaxe wielding grandmother who lives to teach and protect her cubs.

After a comforting smile to the first years, who kept trying to steal a look at the famous Harry Potter scar, the Gryffindor golden boy looked at his schedule, mentally groaned at his luck and headed off to transfiguration. Hoping to get there before his 'friends'.

AN: Again, I know it's short, will work on bigger chapter next.