At Diagon Alley
Harry grinned wider. He had been here just recently, to buy his children their things for Hogwarts. It wasn't much different from the present present time.
He looked around and saw the familiar surroundings and stores.
"We can buy your things later, but for now, we need to get your money from Gringotts." Hagrid said to Harry.
"Whatever you do, Harry, although I'm sure you won't, since you're sensible, and you're the Potter's son, don't try to rob Gringotts. You'd be mad to. The security is way too tight. It's impossible. Unheard of." Hagrid said.
They reached Gringotts and saw a goblin, who bowed his head as they went passed the first pair of doors. When they came to the second pair of doors, Harry saw the familiar words engraved upon them:
Enter stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay 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 here.
"Like I said, you'd be mad to try and rob it." Said Hagrid.
A pair of goblins bowed at them, and Harry and Hagrid walked passed the many goblins sitting on high stools behind a long counter, writing something. Hagrid and Harry walked towards the front counter.
"Morning, we've come to take some money out of Mr. Harry Potter's safe." Hagrid said to the goblin there.
"You have his key, sir?" The goblin asked.
"Somewhere here…" said Hagrid as he was emptying his pocket onto the counter, scattering everything.
"Got it." Hagrid said at last, holding a small, gold coloured key into the air triumphantly. Harry couldn't help but smile. This was Hagrid that they were talking about, after all.
"Oh, and I've also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore. It's about You-Know-What in Vault seven-hundred and thirteen." Hagrid said importantly, throwing out his chest.
The goblin read the letter through.
"Very well then. I will have someone take you down to both vaults. Griphook!" he said, handing the letter back to Hagrid.
Harry had a strong dislike for the goblin, who would die later. Griphook had betrayed them when they went to Bellatrix Lestrange's vault.
Griphook came towards them and led them through the familiar narrow stone passageway that was lit with flaming torches.
Griphook whistled, and a cart came to them. They got in, and the cart guided them down to Harry's vault.
There were lots of coins everywhere. Although, not as much as there was in the time that Harry had been before.
"The gold ones are Galleons-" Hagrid began.
"Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a sickle, it's easy enough." Harry ended.
Hagrid gaped at him. Hagrid then turned to Griphook and said, "Vault seven hundred and thirteen now, please, can we go more slowly?"
"One speed only." Said Griphook and Harry at the same time.
Harry grinned. That was always the answer.
They were going deeper now and gathering speed. The air became colder as they went round tight corners. And they finally got to Vault seven hundred and thirteen.
"Stand back." Griphook said importantly. He stroked the door gently with one of his long fingers and it melted away.
"If anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried that, they'd be sucked through the door and trapped in there." Said Griphook.
And there was the Philosopher's Stone, hidden inside the brown paper.
When they finally got out of Gringotts, Hagrid suggested to Harry to get his uniform for Hogwarts.
Harry walked towards Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions.
"Hogwarts, dear?" Madam Malkin asked.
"Yes, Madam Malkin. Hullo Draco." Harry said. He might as well change Draco for the better good.
Madam Malkin stood Harry onto a stool next to Draco, and slipped a long robe over his head and began to pin it to the right length.
"Hullo. I'm guessing you knew my name from the Prophet?" Draco said smugly.
"No, it's just the fact that I'm a genius." Harry said, grinning.
"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands. Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow." Draco drawled.
"I'm here with Hogwart's gamekeeper, Hagrid, and he's not a servant, I tell you. I want to get into Gryffindor, and I do play Quidditch, as the Seeker." Harry said.
Draco just gaped at him, wondering how he knew what he was going to say.
"So you have your own broom?" Draco asked.
"Yes, I do. I've got a broom that will not come out until much later, but being the awesome and genius person that I am, I was able to get it early. It's called the Firebolt 2000." Harry said, enjoying himself.
"Why is the gamekeeper with you? Where are your parents?" Draco asked, sneering.
"They're dead. They were two of the strongest wizards and witches of all time. And I know that I will be like them." Harry said smugly.
"What's your name?" Draco asked.
"My name is Harry Potter. Yes, the Harry Potter." Harry said, pushing his hair away to show his scar.
Draco just gaped at him.
"My, my! You are Harry Potter? What an honour to meet you! You're done, by the way, my dear." Madam Palkin said, shaking his hand.
"Goodbye then, Draco, Madam Palkin." Harry said and he went out the door grinning.
Harry had bought all of his things except for his wand, when Hagrid mentioned buying him a birthday present.
"If you're going to buy me something, can you buy me an owl?" Harry asked.
"Of course! In my opinion, owls are the best pets. Toads went out of fashion ages ago, you'd be laughed at, cats make me sneeze, I don't like them, but owls, they're dead useful, carrying all of your mail for you!" Hagrid said.
"Let's go in then!" Harry said, and they went into Eeylops Owl Emporium, and Harry saw his old owl, Hedwig who had died.
Harry was sad at the memory. He bought Hedwig, and hopefully, this time, Hedwig wouldn't die.
"Thanks Hagrid." Harry said softly, still sad.
"Don't mention it. Don't expect you've had a lot of presents from them Dursleys. Just Ollivanders left now – only place for wands, Ollivanders, and you got to have the best wand." Hagrid said to Harry.
They went to the shop that had peeling gold letter all over the door that said Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC.
As Harry went through the door, a familiar feeling came to him. It was the feeling that he got every time he went into this shop. A prickly feeling at the back of his neck.
"Good afternoon." Said a soft voice. Harry jumped. He couldn't help but be surprised every time Mr. Ollivander said something.
"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Harry said, trying to cheer the mood up.
"Ah, yes. Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter. You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work. Your father, on the other hand, favoured a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favoured it- it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course." Mr. Ollivander said, with those unblinking silver eyes.
Harry couldn't help but shiver a little. Those eyes were a bit creepy.
"And that's where…" Mr. Ollivander said, while he touched Harry's lightning scar on his fore head with a long, white finger.
"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it. Thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands… Well if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do…" Mr. Ollivander said, shaking his head.
"Can I start trying wands, Mr. Ollivander? That one over there would be nice." Harry said, pointing at the one that he knew was his wand.
"Yes, yes. Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple. Try it." Mr. Ollivander said, handing him the wand.
Harry tried it. And sure enough, red and gold sparks came out of it.
"Curious, curious…" Mr. Ollivander said.
"Yes, I must admit how strange it is that my wand has a phoenix feather that was from the same phoenix as Voldemort's. After all, the wand chooses the wizard." Harry said.
Mr. Ollivander looked at him shocked.
"How did you know?" Mr. Ollivander asked.
"Know what? That the wand chooses the wizard?" Harry asked.
"No, no… That your wand has a phoenix feather from the same phoenix as Voldemort's?" Mr. Ollivander said.
"Well… let's just say it's because of my geniusness." Harry said, jokingly.
"You do know that 'geniusness' is not a word, since you're so genius, right Mr. Potter?" Mr. Ollivander said, surprising Harry.
"Um… Yes, of course I do." Harry said. "Well here's your seven Galleons! Thank you for your time! Good bye!" Harry said.
"Yes, yes. You must be off! Goodbye!" Mr. Ollivander said.
Harry faced the wall that he would soon have to go into. He was going to go to Hogwarts. He lifted his trunk, with his weak arm and started to walk towards the wall when…
"Now, what's the platform number?" said a familiar voice.
Harry spun around and saw the Weasley's, with their bright red heads.
He was so happy to see them, but then reminded himself that he would have to pretend to not know them.
"Platform Nine and Three Quarters, I think. Are you going to Hogwarts as well?" Harry asked Molly Weasley.
"Yes, they are. And you are too? How wonderful! I hope you and my little Ronniekins will become good friends." Molly said.
"Mom~!" Ron's immature voice came.
"I'm sure we will!" Harry said cheerfully.
"I'm Harry Potter by the way!" Harry said, wanting to see Molly's shocked expression.
Sure enough, it was there, but vanished as soon as it had appeared, as she put on a smile.
"Oh are you? I knew your parents… They were brilliant people. Go through with Ron!" Molly said, smiling, as kind as she always was… well not always.
"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron asked excitedly to Harry as soon as they went through the barrier.
"Yes I am!" Harry said, pushing his hair aside to show his scar.
"You have brother's right?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. I've got 5 of them, and 1 sister." Ron said.
"Wow." Harry said.
"So… are the rumours true?" Fred/George said to Harry.
"Are you really Harry Potter?" The other twin asked.
"Yes I am." Harry said. Then he moved his hair to show them his lightning shaped scar.
"Wingardium Leviosa." Harry said, with his wand out, moving his trunk into the compartment.
"Whoa! You know how to do that? And you're only a first year, right?" Fred/George said.
"Twinovera!" Harry said and pointed his wand at both of them, showing who was who.
"That's easier. I can never remember-I mean I can't tell who's who. But with this, I can!" Harry said.
"There's such thing?" Ron asked, dumbfounded.
"Well… I sort of made it up." Harry said, sheepishly.
"But… That's advanced magic!" George said.
"Well… yeah… I'm genius at that stuff." Harry said grinning.
"We have a feeling…"
"That…"
"This boy here…"
"Is going to be…"
"Quite great friends of ours…"
"He is pretty funny.."
"Yes I must agree Forge…"
Harry laughed. They were exactly the same… Or at least as the were.
"Well, what are you waiting for, let's go in!" George said.
A/N: This is it for now! :) Please review, follow and favourite! I'd love it!