I send a deeply apology to you all if its short, the chapter was actually 8k or something in words, but I gave up and rebuilt it into a short one (and almost cannonical -cofcoffillercofcof-), the rest of the one is in the next one (that I'm also need to fix).

So here is the new chapter after 2 long years! It was 2 years, right? I lost count after being inactive lol

Disclaimer: This is a crossover between Harry Potter and Gravity Falls, as such, I do not own the rights from them. This story is obviously for fun, so enjoy!
Warnings: Re-writed and with posible bad gramma on the way (going to fix it in time if I notice things).

Chapter 8

Triangle at Alley

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Bill really liked Hagrid.

Humorous, innocent and an informative source, perfect for entertaining Harry and help him with his lack of social skills.

And the best part? He scared the Dursleys to death!

Not literally but close enough.

Since the letter incident, both Harry and Bill were celebrating the kid's birthday like always when the bell door ring. Dudley, thinking it was one of those videogames he ordered, rushed to the door and opened it with force, meeting the giant form of Rubeus Hagrid in all his glory.

Bill would never forget their faces when they saw the big man, they were priceless! Even more so with Dudley's curly pigtail!

Oh, how he had laugh.

He would try to make some copies and paste them throughout the mental space.

And maybe make a sticker album as a gift for Harry.

The knocking of the window broke him from his thoughts. An owl was pawing at the window while it held a roll of paper in its beak. If it kept banging on the window like that, it would give him a headache. Bill shot out of the window, snapping the glass away and facing the owl.

"Hey you! Stop banging on the window or I'll make you fried chicken!"

The bird looked at him outrageously but it was only momentary, as its pupils dilated in surprise and it handed the newspaper into Bill's hand, cackling an apology.

"Nah, don't worry. It's been long. Take this!" he put a galleon in its leg bag. "This will make up for the facts in exchange for you letting your fellow owls know that Harry Potter is free of charge."

The owl nodded in a complacent squeak and, pecking its fingers fondly, stepped out of the window and fly away. Bill returned to the giant, the scroll flying behind him, and did the only thing he could think of.

He dropped the newspaper on Hagrid's head.

"Wha-? Where?" Hagrid rose confused. "Huh? How did this get here?"

While Hagrid picked up the newspaper that had fallen to the ground, Bill approached the still sleeping Harry. He put his hands together and moved them against each other, generating electricity and shocked him, waking him from his sleep and finally starting the day.

After breakfast and now wide awake, the two wizards - and the floating dorito - left the hut by boat, Harry asking questions and Hagrid trying to answer what he could along with Bill giving him more details. Arriving at the dock, they walked through the streets until they found the station on their way to London.

"This is the place," Hagrid stopping in front of a tiny, filthy bar. "The Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place."

"Famously grimy," Bill commented. "With Daisy Dodderidge around this place was more flawless. Pretty even."

"Daisy Dodderidge?" Harry whispered as they entered the bar.

"The one who founded this place. Good times, she would have loved you. I did her a favor so that she could open it in exchange for the knowledge of her magical world. It was a shame that they killed her."

When they entered, Harry stayed close to Hagrid and they both approached the counter where Tom, the current owner, received them. Hagrid greeted him, mentioning in their conversation "Hogwarts" along with "young Harry" and, the next minute, Harry found himself surrounded by all the bar patrons.

Bill felt the panic reflect his green eyes with each hand they made him take in salute. Seeing this, the triangle acted.

With a single click it generated a purple barrier around Harry. Every time they tried to touch him or shake his hand they began to dance an Irish dance. Everyone except Hagrid.

"That will suffice for now. You better say something to our giant friend, kid."

"Eerm.. Oh! Hagrid, weren't we going to Gringotts?"

"Of course Harry!" Hagrid exclaimed unaware of his surroundings. "Excuse me Tom, we have to go. Much to buy. Come on, Harry."

Before they could leave, a pale young man in a purple turban stepped forward, very nervous and with a tic in his eye. Harry saw Bill stiffen out of the corner and his pupil went thin.

Quirrell, as Hagrid introduced him, taught Defense Against the Dark Arts.

For strange reason, Harry doubted that he could teach anything with the stutter that he had. But he didn't say anything.

Quirrell didn't touch him to shake his hand, the man clearly saw the commotion with the other clients and he didn't want to end up dancing.

Hagrid grabbed Harry's shoulder and led him to a small courtyard, where there was nothing but a garbage can and barrels. Harry asked Hagrid about Quirrell while the half-giant told him an occasional anecdote about the professor. Something about his fear of vampires.

As Hagrid hit the bricks on the wall with his umbrella, Bill walked over to Harry.

"Don't trust him," Bill said suddenly, referring to Professor Quirrell.

"Huh?" Why not?" Harry muttered in confusion. "He looked nice."

"There is something weird about him that irritates me. Something... familiar..." and bringing his red-tinged eye closer to the boy's face, he continued. "It was small but still there lingering... Whatever, until I figure out what it is, try to stay as far away from him as possible, okay?"

"If you say so ..." was his last statement before finally entering Diagon Alley and marveling at the view.

Bill flew above Harry eyeing the locals on the cobblestone streets, curiosity returning after years of touring the world. While Harry did the same as Bill, only it was the first time the boy had come to the wizarding world.

There were so many stores that he wanted to see. Animals looked at him curiously in his cages, witches and wizards passed by him dressed in robes and talking about ministry things. But, as Bill had told him, you could tell they were still stuck in the past. With a question spelled out in Caesar to Bill, he knew it was about the eighties.

They went straight to Gringotts to remove some galleons; the goblins had great respect for Harry, something not so common from them. The two wizards didn't notice how they tensed next to him or the anxious looks they gave him towards Bill's expectant eye above their heads, daring them to look down on his protégé.

"Say a word and you will not live another day," was what the look said to all of them.

Leaving with a good deal of gold for the Potters' inheritance and a small and important item in Hagrid's pockets, Bill followed them on their way. And Hagrid, still dizzy from the Gringotts carts, let Harry buy his uniform while he went to who knows where to recover.

"Well, at least we got to enjoy the roller coaster!"

"Bill, that wasn't even a roller coaster."

"You know what I really meant, kid."

Upon entering they were greeted by a plump, mauve-clad woman.

"Hogwarts, young man?" Madame Malkin spoke smiling, making Bill jump in surprise. Where did she came from? He could feel Harry asking the same thing. "I got a lot here at the moment... Actually, another boy is in the changing room. Wait there while I finished with the others."

Harry walked over to where a boy with straight blonde hair and metallic eyes was standing. Madam Malkin returned minutes later and placed him on a stool next to him, slipping a long robe over his head (much to Bill's annoyance) and began measuring him (once again, to Bill's totally annoyance).

The boy next to him then attempted to start a "friendly" conversation with Harry by talking about his parent's influential status in the magical world and his displeasure with the fact that first years were prohibited from owning their own brooms.

The arrogant tone made Harry try to endure his irritation –quote here, try-, and it seemed that he was not the only one putting up with the boy's conceited tone.

Bill kept floating from one side to the other trying to find ways to distract himself and not blow the boy into pieces, muttering to himself in binary the many possibilities of sending the boy into another world.

"Do you know which house you will go in?" Draco asked.

Harry shrugged. "The truth is that I'm not sure. But Bill, my protector, thinks that I will end up or in Gryffindor or in Slytherin. Although that was three years ago, I have the feeling that I will mostly end up in another house."

"It would be great if you stayed in Slytherin," Draco said, his eyes shining. "At least I know I'll be a Slytherin, because my whole family is from there. Can you imagine being in Hufflepuff? I think I would jump off the balcony of the mansion."

"I wouldn't be so sure," and managing to notice Bill's eye, he continued. "Bill always tells me to never judge a deer by its teeth. If they get the chance they might rip your head off."

The boy looked at him strangely and a little pale. Bill just laughed. After a while the blonde started insulting Muggle-born families. But everything went afloat when the smiling figure of Hagrid appeared and he boy began to laugh at him.

Harry instantly crossed him off the 'Nightmares of Vengeance' list.

"By the way, where are your parents?" the boy asked without empathy. "Why have someone like him following you?"

"They're dead." Harry replied flatly.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologizes without giving it importance. "And what about your guardian?"

"He is busy."

"Mmm..." the boy seemed to think.

They both decided to ignore it, swallowing their shared anger. When Madame Malkin arrived with her clothes, Harry coldly said goodbye and left quickly.

Bill turned around in time to see a pair of scissors coming to cut the last threads of the blonde haired man's tunic. He snapped his fingers and the rest of the scissors shot out to tear and cut the blonde's clothes, hearing an almost effeminate scream from the store.

The triangle just laughed maliciously.

Hagrid greeted them with large ice cream cones in his hands, smiling at them. Bill applauded and small chocolate-dipped marshmallows, his and Harry's favorites, appeared in the ice cream cones.

The only thing Bill had in mind before continuing was to hope that the scissors had left the boy's hair bald. Should he go back to look for him and invade his mind with that nightmare idea?

"Come on, Harry, we still have a lot of things to buy," Hagrid's voice brought him back from his plans, watching Harry get up next to the half-giant and go to the next store.

Well, maybe another time.

The wizards continued on their course with Bill sleeping in the black bush that was his friend's hair, already bored of seeing the same thing in the place.

As I had thought, there wasn't that much change that would draw the attention of the triangle. And that disappointed him.

The last place they had to go is where they would buy their barite.

"I'll wait for you outside, Harry," Hagrid commented, pointing to the store with a nostalgic gleam in his eyes, something that Harry noticed, but with a nod he passed through said door.

And from there both would discover things that not even they themselves knew.

Things that went beyond what Bill would have wanted.

"Ah, Mr. Potter. Just in time."

And this is where hell would really begin.

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