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Grey Powerful Harry. Smart Harry. Bisexual Harry. Harry/Neville. Luna/Hermione. Some Dumbledore bashing. Some Weasley bashing. Cannon divergence "speech" {thought }
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Chapter Two: Discoveries.
The sun was just starting to peak over the buildings when Harry was dropped off in Piccadilly Circus. Harry had hitchhiked all the way from Surrey. As soon as Harry was out of car he was hit with a vague wave of power. It was the same power that flowed through Harry's veins. He had to follow to where it was leading him. He needed answers. Harry starts to head in the direction that the power was coming from. When Harry finally found the source of the power it was a place called the Leaky Cauldron.
Entering everything that had felt wrong throughout his life suddenly felt right and the power that had been coursing through his veins since he got his letter started to pulse like it had finally found a home were it could be let free. The magic in the air was palpable in the air. This bought the barkeep over.
"Umm excuse me can you tell me what this place is." Harry said as the sense of home started to set into his bones.
" This is the Leaky Cauldron, the entrance to Diagon Alley." The Barkeeper said.
" Thank you sir but what Exactly is Diagon Alley." Harry asks curiously.
" You're a muggleborn aren't you. What is your name lad." The barkeep asks.
" I don't know What that means but how can I trust you when you haven't told me your name." Harry said cautiously.
"Oh right lad my name is Tom I am the owner of this establishment and muggleborn means a person born with magic whose parents don't have magic themselves." Tom explains.
" Ok thank you Tom. My name is Harry Potter. I don't Know if i'm a muggleborn. My parents died when I was little." Harry says sadly. the expression that Tom was wearing though had Harry on guard. {Why does Tom look like he knows what happened to my parents. Did he know them.}
"Oh my the Harry Potter."
"Um Tom, why do you know me because I have never met you." Harry says worriedly.
" Because you are Harry Potter."
" And why does that matter sir."
"It matters because you, Mister Potter, are the Boy Who Lived." Tom explains shocking Harry. What did this mean.
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Haha sorry I just had to do that. I hope that you enjoyed the Chapter. Leave any suggestions in the comments and I will try to work them into the story.
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