CHAPTER 5

(Worries and Prejudice))

They had reached Gringotts within a matter of minutes. Harry would have fallen and landed on the ground face-first if it weren't for his dad catching him. Portkey isn't really his cup of tea.

They stood in a room of the snowy marble coloring of Gringotts, a set of chairs and table not far from them where a goblin sat, staring at them with stoic expression. It wasn't that the goblin hates them, it's just their nature to remain that way especially on a business matter. The two new arrivals greeted the creature with such courtesy, getting the same in return. Over the years, they had become well acquainted with the goblins, earning themselves the respect from the gruff looking creature.

"While this matter at hand is in most importance, I would advice that the two of you first deal with the other things you came here for. Assuming that Hogwarts is starting soon, you'll be doing some purchasing for young Mr. Potter-Mikaelson's necessities." Bloodrean said. It did not take for the two to depart and bid their goodbyes before they were out of the facility.

While walking, Harry started to unfold the paper where all of the requirements are listed.

Uniform

First year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (Black)

One plain pointed had (Black) for day wear

One pair of protective gloves (Dragon Hide or similar)

One winter cloak (Black, silver fastening)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags…

After skimming, they headed towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. They entered the shop and was greeted by a squat, smiling witch all dressed in mauve—Madam Malkin. "Hogwarts, dear?" she asked, when Harry started to open his mouth. "Indeed, Madam." It was Elijah who replied, before turning his son so he was facing him. "Darling, would you mind if I go to a nearby shop for a moment?" Elijah asked. Harry smiled at the endearment, as it was one of the many that his dad uses. "Not at all" he replied, earning himself a forehead kiss from his father before he bid his departure. Madam Malkin came back and ushered Harry along as she speaks. "Got the lot here—another young man getting fitted up just now, in fact."

In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. "Careful with the needle woman, I'm telling you" The boy said, a little agitated. Madam Malkin's stood Harry on a stool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head, and started to pin for the accurate length. "Hello" said the boy, "Hogwarts too?" to which Harry replied with a 'Yes'. The boy then proceeded to babble about how his father is next door buying his books while his mother is up the streets looking for wands. He also said something about dragging his parents into looking at racing brooms, and some rants about first years not being able to own a broom. By the end of the talk, Harry was reminded of a boy he had briefly saw when they were out with his father. The boy had been eating a huge portion of meal, normal enough for his size. The boy—as Harry assumed—is with his parents, a huge looking man with no neck pun intended and a petite woman in slight semblance of Giraffe. Harry vaguely remembered the boy being called 'Dudders.'

"Have you got your own broom?" the boy went on.

"No" Harry answered.

"Play Quidditch?"

"Have not"

And then the boy babbled again.

The interaction between the two went on for quite some time, it even got to a point where the boy pointed out a giant man. He said something about a 'Hagrid' and a 'servant at Hogwarts'. "He's a gamekeeper" Harry tried to defend. He's not one to discriminate other creatures, that's just rude. Plus, it would be highly hypocritical of him to do so, especially with his father being a vampire. The boy continued to make unpleasant remarks on the Half-giant, making Harry feel dejected from the boy. "Sorry, but I didn't get a chance to know your name" Harry asked, trying to change the topic. Of course, Harry knew who he is, just basing from his platinum hair indicates that he's a Malfoy.

Unfortunately, the boy seemed to disregard his question and continued to talk. "Where are your parents anyway?" Malfoy suddenly asked.

"They're dead, but my adoptive father is with me. He's at a nearby shop somewhere" Harry answered.

"Oh sorry," said the other, not sounding sorry at all. "But he's our kind, isn't he?"

"He's a witch," A LIE "If that's what you mean"

"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them never even heard of Hogwarts before they get their letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname anyways?"

But before Harry could answer, Madam Malkin interrupted, "That's you done, my dear" and Harry, not sorry for an excuse to evade talking to the boy hopped down from the footstool.

"Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts I suppose." Said by the drawling boy.

Harry reached the door just as his father did, both smiling at the sight. Though, Harry's did not quite looked happy. And Elijah made a mental note of it. The two then left to acquire all of what remains for the things Harry would need. Quills, books, parchments, cauldron, and many more. As the hour rolls, Elijah decided to stop at Florean Forttescue's for some ice cream.

As the two of them eat, Elijah started a conversation. "I do wonder, Harry. Have you thought of what house you'll be in?" Harry, still in deep thought was not able to respond. If it wasn't for Elijah stealing some of Harry's ice cream, the latter would not have been able to snapped back to reality. "H-huh?" Harry looked up, gobsmacked. "I asked if you've about what house you'll be in?" Elijah repeated, raising his eyebrow. "Not yet, Dad. Sorry, just lost in thoughts."

"What seems to be plaguing your never-ending curios mind?"

"It's just the boy from Madam Malkin's." Harry answered sourly.

"And what of this boy, precisely?" Elijah asked with a look that screamed "Tell me what he did"

"Not on me, dad. He made some commentaries about creatures and muggleborns. He also asked if you're a witch. Of course, I lied. Should have defended you guys, but no. I just stayed silent"

"I assume he's a pureblood?" Elijah asked.

"Bloody Malfoy"

"Language," Elijah interjected. "You can't help what their perspective is, Harry. What matters is yours, and if so, along the way that your views and opinions contradict, and he's bullying you and your future friends, then you'll have every right to defend yourself. It does concern me though if those comments are deliberate to harm your mentality."

"No, Dad. It just makes me wonder. If wizards discover what you are, how will they react."

"Considering how prejudice they are as I had observed? I have every ounce to believe they'll try to do something drastic," Elijah said, ruffling Harry's hair. "But of course, what kind of father I'll be if I'll permit them hurt you along the way or take you away from me"

"Dad…" Harry asked, worry in his voice.

"Enough with uncharacteristic worrying. Have you acquired all the things necessary?" Elijah asked, redirecting the conversation.

"Just the wand, Dad"

A/N: this chapter just serves as a filler. I was halfway through the chapter when I decided to cut it here and just put the remaining of it to the next one.

What do you think Harry's house will be?

How will his journey to Hogwarts be?

Will he be friends with Hermione and Ron?

How would Harry take Snapes treatment of him? How would Elijah react when Harry tell a story about it?