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Thank you all for your reviews.

misty3479: I'll look into your stories. Thanks for the encouragement.

GinnyLover14: The chill will be explained later. I might tie in another book I am working on. Oh, and Tom did have a group following him around at school, so I assume he kept in touch with them. They will play a bigger role later on.

Disclaimer: The idea, characters, places, spells, and all things related to Harry Potter, are property of Ms. J. K. Rowling and Warner brothers. Anything not featured in the books is of my design. This story will have spoilers from the sixth & seventh & pretty much all of the books. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE HARRY POTTER BOOK SERIES, YOU PROBABLY SHOULD NOT READ THIS STORY, but you can if you want to. This story is based on the premise that Voldemort "dies" right out of Hogwarts.

Book 1: The Sorcerer's Stone rewritten or Harry Potter and the Mirror of Erised

Chapter 2: Diagon Alley

Ten years or so have passed. Harry has grown up. The house is now full of signs of a teenage wizard. Famous Witch and Wizard cards are strewn around the house, and in the smallest bedroom on the top floor, several posters showing Quidditch teams, including the England Eagles, flying around on their brooms. On the desk sat a cage holding the owl Harry had received for his eleventh birthday, a beautiful white Snowy Owl that he had decided to call Hedwig after a witch he had read about in one of his history books. His dad had wanted to get him a Screech Owl, but his mom had been firm, saying that Snowys were much less tempermental. Harry was currently, sitting on his bed, rereading his letter for the seventeenth time. He was going to Hogwarts. Although his parents had been sure he would get his letter, they had celebrated none the less when it came. Harry's parents were going to be taking him to Diagon Alley later that day, and he was ready to go. He had been to Diagon Alley several times in the past, but now he was going to get his school things, and his dad had pulled him aside and promised him that he would buy him a broom.

"You won't be able to take it with you your first year," his dad said, "but next year you can try out and I bet you will make the House Team." His dad winked and ruffled his hair. Harry was now sprawled out on his bed, and he couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts.

There was a knock on his door, and his mom poked her head in. "Come on, Harry. We're heading to Diagon Alley." The words had barely left her mouth before Harry was off his bed and jumping in his shoes. The laces magical tied themselves, and Harry raced down the stairs. His dad was standing beside the fireplace in full wizard's robes. Harry had several smaller pairs but he was going to get new ones on this trip. James smiled, and pulled a bag off the mantle. He held it out to Lily, who grabbed a handful of the powder that was inside. She then stepped into the fireplace, threw down the powder, shouted, "The Leaky Cauldron,", and vanished. Harry took some powder and followed suit. He loved the sensation of whirling and flying while he stood on the ground. He spotted the Leaky Cauldron in front of him and quickly stepped forward, landing solidly on the floor. He walked over to his mother, who was talking with a short, plump witch by the bar.

"…is wonderful that Harry is finally going. You have had, was it four so far, Molly?" Harry over heard his mother saying.

The plump witch, who Harry assumed was Molly, laughed, "Five, actually. It has been a nightmare affording all their things, Arthur's promotion has helped. He is now part of the Experimental Charms division. I think he is working on a new type of Hover charm for broomsticks. Of course, he still loves Muggles, but now he can charm objects all he wants, and say it is for work."

Lily laughed, and then James walked out of the fireplace, and walked over to Harry. The two of them approached Lily and Molly. Lily looked up and smiled.

"Oh yes, Molly, this is my son, Harry," Harry shook Molly's hand, "And you remember my husband, James." James gallantly kissed Molly's hand. "And this," she said to Harry and James, "is Molly Weasley. She is part of both my Charming Club and the Celestina Singer Society. Her husband works at the ministry." Both Harry and James bowed to her and she smiled. "Her son, Ronald, is going to be in Harry's year at Hogwarts."

"Congratulations!" said James, but Mrs. Weasley shook her head.

"I have already had two sons graduate from Hogwarts, and have three more attending. You could say I am old hat at this."

James chuckled. "Maybe we should ask for some tips," he said, with a wry look at Lily. She just shook her head and smiled.

"Well," said Mrs. Weasley, "I must be off." She gestured to a pile of bags next to her. I already have got everything. Now I just need to get them home."

James nodded, and then picked up some of the bags. "Lily, you go ahead. I'll help Molly get her things to her house." Lily nodded and walked off, Harry right behind her.

They stepped out into a back alleyway lined with trashcans. Lily quickly counted out bricks, then pulled out her wand and tapped one of the bricks. Immediately, the wall shifted and an archway began to form. Harry and Lily stepped through, and the arch closed behind them.

"Right," said Lily in a matter-of-fact tone. "I am running a bit low on pocket money, so we are going to get some from the vault. Harry moaned. He never did like the sensations of the cart.

They walked down the streets, with Lily calling greetings as she saw people she knew. Harry's eye got caught by Quality Quidditch Supplies, and his mother had to drag him away towards Gringotts.

They walked up the steps towards the large marble building. They were bowed through the bronze doors by a goblin in scarlet and gold. As they approached the large, silver doors, Harry read upon them:

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.

Harry had always wondered what was down there. He had never seen anything except stone, water, and vaults.

They walked up to an empty counter, and the goblin looked up. "I would like to make a withdrawal from vault 394. The key is here," Lily pulled a small key out of her pocket. The goblin looked at the key, then nodded and turned. "Griphook!" he called. Another goblin walked up, and the goblin at the counter handed the key to Griphook, who gestured for them to follow him. They passed through the doors at the far side of the hall, and climbed into a mine cart that had trundled up to meet them. After a dizzying cart ride through caves, and past stalactites and stalagmites, they arrived at the vault. Harry was overawed, as always, at the sheer amount of gold lining the floor and walls. Some of it came from Dad's inheritance, some came from Dad's Quidditch playing, and some came from Mom's helping Bathilda Bagshot right her newest book, A History of Magic, Revised. The new book included Muggle History interactions, where Muggles and Wizards collided, and more in depth accounts into many of the most famous Witches and Wizards. Lily quickly scooped some money in to a drawstring pouch, and tucked it into her pocket. They left, and, as they walked down the steps, James hurried up. He was practically beaming.

"Sorry I didn't catch up earlier," he said, grinning ruefully, "But Arthur was home and he wanted to show me the new broom he was working on. The acceleration was horrible, but that thing could TURN. The handling was sensitive bordering on hair-trigger, but not crossing the line, and I took it on a lap around his house, and I could have probably flown that broom between the ridges on a Norwegian Ridgeback without touching scales. Of course I wouldn't get that close going so…"

"Not to spoil your fun, but shouldn't we get Harry's school things?" Lily interrupted. James started, and then nodded, smiling sheepishly.

"How about you take Harry to get his robes, and I'll get his books and equipment, and we can meet at Ollivander's?" Lily nodded, so they set off. Harry and Lily turned into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, and James headed of towards Florish & Blott's. Madam Malkin bustled up, greeted Lily, and hurried Harry to get his robes fitted. She stood him on a stool and began measuring him. Next to him, a pale-faced boy was getting fitted by another witch. The pale-face boy turned to look at Harry.

"You going to Hogwarts, too?" he asked in a bored-sort of drawl.

"Yep," said Harry proudly.

"You know what house you'll be in."

"I'm hoping for Gryffindor."

The pale-faced boy raised an eyebrow. "Really, well, I'm hoping for Slytherin. All of my family has been in it. Can you imagine getting sorted into Hufflepuff? I would die."

"Better Hufflepuff than Slytherin."

The boy looked him up and down appraisingly. "You pureblood?" he asked.

"Yes," said Harry, who was starting to dislike this boy.

"Good. I really don't think they should let those 'other sort' in. It's disgraceful."

"If they've got talent, why not teach them?" Harry asked indignantly, for his mother was one of those "other sort", a witch born into a Muggle family, so obviously Harry disliked those who touted pureblood, or being born to a witch and wizard, as being better.

"Hmm, right," said the pale-faced boy, who obviously didn't care about a single word Harry had just said. "You play Quidditch?"

"Of course," said Harry, "my dad is…"

However, at that moment, Madam Malkin said, "Finished," and Harry quickly left the shop.

His mom was waiting for him outside on the front step. The two of them quickly set off towards the end of the street.

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Well, I hope you liked this chapter. In the next one, Harry gets his wand, and I reveal an odd pairing. See ya then.

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