Harry lay on the ground, contemplating what he would do. He needed food and water in order to survive and he had no muggle money. Sure, he could try and find Diagon Alley, but how long would it take him to get there? Would he even survive that long without sustenance? Slowly, he got up and walked around. He was so hungry, but what good would it do if he just curled up and died? Who would stop Voldemort? No, he, Harry would not allow that.

Putting his family album back into his trunk, he shrunk it and put it back in his pocket. He then proceeded to walk until he found the edge of the forest and a small town on the other side. Ravished and unshaven, Harry continued to enter. People were starting to stare at him strangely, and slowly his vision started to blur. He sank down on a nearby wall. He really needed food, but Harry wasn't the type to steal it. So he just sat there and slowly began to lose consciousness.

"Dear, are you alright?"

A lady had stepped out of the wall that he had leaned upon, or at least what he thought was a wall. He looked at the lady and realized it had been a window. How strange. Suddenly, the sidewalk began to tilt up, and the world went black.

Harry awoke to the smell of fresh bread. He was on a small cot in what looked like a backroom for storage. He sat up and stared around. The shelves were lined with books, which painfully reminded him of his best friend, Hermione. There were also various vials that contained various liquids lined on the walls. Was this woman a wizard?

"You've woken up, have you? Would you like some food?"

She was short and plump, similar to Mrs. Weasley, and she had a kind face. She was wearing a rather dirty apron and holding a tray with two short loaves of bread, cheese, and what looked like milk. Harry eyed the tray hungrily.

"Yes, please. Thank you."

She handed him the tray and began to speak.

"Gave me right scare there, you did, Potter. Yes, I know who you are. I thought you were just some poor homeless child, but when I approached you, I saw that." She pointed to his scar. Harry continued to eat, but more warily. The lady eyed him. Slowly, she spoke again.

"My name's Amanda, by the way. Amanda Bones. Do you know Susan, by any chance?"

Harry nodded, mouth too full to speak.

"Yes, well, she's my niece. She told me how you saved all those poor muggleborns when you were twelve. Quite stupid, but brave, I must say."

Harry swallowed and handed her back the plate. "Thank you, Ms. Bones."

"Where are you heading, if you don't mind me asking,"

Harry contemplated for a second. "Diagon Alley."

"Need supplies and school things?"

"Yes, I'm out of a few things and I need money from Gringotts."

"Good, finish that up, and I'll take you there before it gets too dark,"

"Really? Thank you so much, Ms. Bones,"

"It isn't a problem dear. Lily and James were the kindest of souls. Helped me out of a few tight spots once or twice. It would be an insult to their memories not to help their son in a time of need."

Harry smiled and continued his meal. He hadn't really planned on going to Diagon Alley, but he didn't think it was a good idea to tell anyone where he truly planned on going since he still hadn't worked out who was behind the dementor attacks. Nonetheless, it was a convenient stop. He could get food, supplies for school, and maybe even stay at the Leaky Cauldron, until he figured out how to get to the Burrow.

For the time being, all seemed well, but Harry knew that wouldn't last for long.

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