Harry stepped from the vehicle and his uncle shot off. He gazed at the small pub on the corner and a smirk tugged his lips. He stepped in. People sat at tables chatting of just eating and reading paper. He slid past them all to the counter. A man who looked like the barkeeper gave him a smile.

"What can I do for Lad?" he asked.

"Can you help me into Diagon Alley?"

The man gave a nod and led him out to a courtyard. He walked through the brick arch a moment later. Harry gazed at the magical alley and smirked.

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The goblin sneered down at him.

"Ah, yes Harry Potter."

He wondered briefly how the goblin knew his name.

"Key."

Harry frowned. He had come to ask if they had a scholar ship, why would the goblin think eh had a vault?

"I have none."

The goblin gave another sneer but pulled a bowl and knife out.

"Let some blood drip into here."

Harry took the knife and examined the beautiful craftsmanship. Then he sliced his palm open and let his blood splash into the bowl. The goblin gave him an odd look as he took the knife and bowl.

"You only needed a few drops."

Harry shrugged and let his hand drop blood to the floor. He looked down at the clean marble.

"Sorry."

He wrapped his hand in his shirt and looked up at the goblin. The goblin just tapped the bowl. It glowed before he upturned it handing Harry two keys.

"The gold one is to your school vault your parents set up. The silver one is to a vault your grandfather and father made. It's to be used for what ever you want. When you become a legal adult at seventeen you inherit the Potter vaults."

Harry gave a nod.

"Griphook shall take you to your vaults."

Harry gave a curt nod and as he followed a goblin to a cart he healed bandaged his wound with a strip of cloth ignoring the blood stain on the front of his shirt. It was a nice color so why worry about it?

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Harry grabbed the wand and the window practically imploded. He sighed as the man grabbed it and hurried off muttering. He finally came back with a boxed wand. He held it up to Harry as if it were glass. Harry grabbed it and red and gold sparks shot from the end. He frowned. Then he tossed it back in the box. He didn't want that one. It felt alien. It would work with his core, but it was not a perfect fit. The man looked at him oddly then skittered off again. After a few more wands Harry finally just headed down the shelves. He reached a dusty one at the end before stuffing his hand into the back and pulling out a wand. It shot out silver sparks. He smiled and walked back to the man. He paid and left the shop with a wand; 12 inches, black ash wood, core; phoenix ash.

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Harry stepped into his new bedroom with a satisfied smirk. His aunt stumbled from the room as soon as he was inside. He set his packages down and sat down on the cot. He flipped open a book on transfiguration and became engrossed. An hour later he stood and looked at his bed. He knew he wasn't allowed to use wand magic outside of school, but there were no rules about wandless magic, which he had done for years. He focused his energy in his hand and pictured what he wanted. He waved his hand and the bed slowly changed. Soon he had a twin bed covered in maroon and deep purple pillows and blankets. He did the same to his desk changing it into a fine cherry wood desk. The wardrobe was also changed along with the nightstand.

When this was finished he pulled out all his school supplies and organized them in his trunk. He also pulled the stuff he had bough just for himself from the trunk. With a small chunk of the money from the vault his godfather and father left him he had bought a few things. He had slipped to muggle London and bought a violin, a bunch of paints, brushes, and canvases, and a bunch of books. He had also bought other various magical books, a couple knives from Knockturn alley, and some food for the rest of the summer.

When he had it all unpacked he moved to his window and swung it open. His snowy owl, Hedwig glided to his window sill and landed on it gently. He motioned to her cage and perch with the water dishes and food and she flapped over to it. Harry smiled and stroked her white feathers. He loved her at first sight. He moved back to his window and leaned against the sill to watch the sunset.

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Harry stood at the entrance to the station as he glanced at his ticket again. Hedwig on his shoulder gave hoot of annoyance and ruffled her feathers. Harry frowned and glanced around. He headed into the station following the signs till he came to platforms nine and ten. He could feel the energy humming around the one pillar. Without a second thought he walked through the barrier to appear by a large red train. He headed through the crowd of parents and children until he reached the engine. He stepped on to it and headed for a compartment.

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Harry examined the kid across from him. The red head had been silently observing him also. His was lanky with a mop of red hair, and freckles across his face. A rat sat in his lap. Hedwig was eyeing it. Harry was also slightly curious about it. It wasn't a rat. He knew that. He shook the thoughts off, not really caring. Wasn't his 'not rat' or his problem.

"Are you Harry Potter?" The red head blurted out.

Harry scowled. He had learned he was quite famous, being the Boy-Who-Lived. But he had also read that he had not been seen since he was a child, so how would this kid recognize him? Sure they knew he had black hair and green eyes but quite a few people did. He gave a curt nod anyways.

"Can I see the…you know…the scar?" The kid asked in a whisper.

So the kid wished to gawk. Harry glared and stood. Hedwig returned to his shoulder and he walked gracefully from the compartment leaving a confused red head.

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End of Chapter 3.