In the ethereal realm within Harry's mind, time seemed to flow differently. As Harry and the enigmatic figure continued their conversation, he couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation mingled with curiosity. The desire for power, the promise of escaping his mundane and abusive life, was tempting. But the figure's connection to Voldemort, the dark wizard who had killed his parents, cast a long shadow of doubt.
Harry remained cautious, his emerald eyes fixed on the figure before him. "So, you're a part of Voldemort, and yet you want to help me?" He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this entity than met the eye.
The figure's shadowy form rippled with an air of resignation. "Yes, Harry, I am a part of him, but I am no longer bound by his malevolent intentions. You see, I've had the unique opportunity to observe you over the years, and your resilience, your strength, your innate magical abilities have shown me the potential for a different path. A path of light, not darkness."
The words held a strange kind of sincerity that touched Harry's heart, but he couldn't simply ignore the horrors Voldemort had inflicted upon the wizarding world. "But my parents… they were killed by him."
The figure nodded, acknowledging the pain etched in Harry's eyes. "I know, Harry, and I won't ask you to forget that. What Voldemort did was unforgivable, and he must be stopped. I believe you have the power to make a difference, to stand up against him."
Harry's resolve grew as he considered the figure's words. The possibility of standing against the dark wizard who had brought so much pain to his life was tempting. He still had questions, though, and he needed answers. "What exactly do you want from me? What is this power you're offering?"
The figure's form shifted, seemingly becoming more transparent as it contemplated Harry's questions. "I want to train you, Harry. To help you understand and harness your magical abilities, to become a wizard like your parents. The power I offer is not a dark power, but the potential for greatness that resides within you."
Harry's eyes gleamed with a glimmer of hope. For the first time in his life, he felt like he had a purpose, a chance to escape the cycle of abuse and neglect. "I've always known I'm different, that strange things happen around me. What do I do next?"
The figure's voice turned softer, the shadowy form radiating a sense of warmth and encouragement. "First, we must enter the world of magic. You need a wand, and I can guide you to a place where you can obtain one. But remember, magic is not just about power; it's about the choices you make and the people you surround yourself with. You must be vigilant, Harry."
Harry nodded in agreement, determined to seize this opportunity. "I'll do whatever it takes to become a wizard, to protect the people I care about, and to stop Voldemort."
The figure smiled a genuine smile that felt reassuring. "Good, Harry. But first, we need to get out of this house, this house has many enchantments on it and they are suppressing your magic"
Harry looked confused "How do you know?"
"You see Harry the ages between 6 and 10 is the time when your magic forms and stabilizes enough for you to start school, so basically there are wards in place that suppress your magic in this house and that's why strange things never happened here always in school or outside. That's bad because that can lead to too much magic being stored in your body and then released in powerful bursts that might hurt you."
The revelation that the Dursley's house was actively suppressing his magic only added to Harry's growing determination to escape. It made sense why he had always felt like something was holding him back from fully understanding or controlling the strange things that happened around him. The house itself was a prison of its own kind, preventing him from tapping into his true potential.
With newfound resolve, Harry turned to the figure. "We need to leave this place, but how can we do that without drawing the Dursleys' attention?"
The figure considered for a moment. "You have an opportunity, Harry. A week from now is Dudley's birthday party, and after preparing for the party, the Dursleys will be exhausted and will go to sleep soundly. That's when you can make your escape."
The week leading up to Dudley's birthday was a whirlwind of activity in the Dursley household. The air was filled with anticipation, and the family was entirely engrossed in buying gifts, decorating the house, and ensuring that everything was perfect for their precious son's celebration, and of course Harry was given all the menial tasks like cutting the lawn, trimming the bushes etc.
After the frenzy died down and the Dursleys went to sleep, the opportunity to make his escape arrived. Just as Tom the figure had predicted the night before Dudley's birthday, the Dursleys had retired to bed, utterly drained from the preparations. The house had fallen into a deep silence, save for the occasional snore echoing from Vernon and Petunia's room. This was the moment Harry had been waiting for.
In the dim light filtering through the curtains, Harry gathered his meager belongings—a few changes of clothes, the bus pass he'd swiped from Petunia and the backpack he would use to store it all. He slipped on his shoes and tiptoed downstairs.
His heart raced with a mixture of excitement and fear as he entered the living room. On the coffee table, Vernon Dursley's wallet lay, the key to his escape. Harry's gaze fixed on it, his determination overcoming his trepidation. It was time to make his break for freedom.
Harry stood in the quiet living room, the dim light casting eerie shadows on the walls. He knew he couldn't afford to fail now. With careful, deliberate movements, he reached for Vernon Dursley's wallet, which sat tantalizingly on the coffee table. The leather felt cool and heavy in his hand, and he couldn't help but wonder how much money was inside.
As Harry clutched the wallet, the enigmatic figure's voice resounded in his mind, providing reassurance. "You're doing well, Harry. This is your first step towards a new life."
Harry glanced inside the wallet there was about 200 or so pounds in there, more than enough to get a bus. He also glanced at the small mirror hanging on the wall. His own gaunt and fearful reflection stared back at him, but he was determined to leave that life behind.
Then in the dead of night, Harry quietly made his way to the front door, slipping into the cool, silent darkness of Privet Drive. The streets were empty, and the air was crisp. With each step, he felt a growing sense of freedom. The figure, ever-present in his mind, guided him toward the bus station.
Once at the station, Harry purchased a ticket for the night bus to London, using the money he had found in Vernon's wallet. The figure Tom reminded him to find an empty seat, relax, and try to sleep during the journey. Harry took his place, leaning against the window and gazing out at the passing world.
Exhaustion weighed heavily on him, and soon, sleep overcame his senses. The rumbling of the bus's engine became a soothing lullaby, and he drifted into a dreamless slumber.
In his sleep, Harry once again found himself in the ethereal realm within his mind. The figure was there, waiting for him in a space that seemed brighter and more defined than before. Its form was no longer shadowy but more human in appearance.
"Welcome back, Harry," the figure greeted him. "I hope your journey on the night bus will be uneventful."
Harry, groggy from sleep, yawned and stretched. "I hope so, I didn't encounter any problems. But where are we now?"
The figure gestured to their serene surroundings. They stood in an ethereal space surrounded by a soft, golden light. "We're in your mind, Harry. It's a place where we can converse without being overheard, and I can guide you as you enter the world of magic."
Harry, still adjusting to the transition from sleep to this otherworldly realm, looked around in wonder. The serene landscape was a stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere of Privet Drive. "So, tell me more about magic. Tell me about that sport that uses broomsticks and the place we're going to Diagonal alley right?" Tom sat on a chair that appeared out of nowhere "Yes, Harry we are visiting the Alley" Tom's words hung in the air as the world around Harry seemed to blur and shift. He found himself standing on a bustling, magical street. Tall buildings adorned with signs boasting names like "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C.," "Flourish and Blotts," and "Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions" towered on both sides. People in peculiar robes and cloaks hurried past him, clutching parchment and peculiar objects.
Harry was astonished as he gazed at the enchanting street that stretched out before him. It was a place he'd only heard about in tales, a world he had never imagined he could witness. His eyes were wide with wonder, trying to absorb every detail.
Tom, who now appeared more as a projection than a figure, turned to Harry with a faint smile. "This, Harry, is Diagon Alley. A place hidden from the non-magical world, it is the epicenter of the wizarding community, where you'll acquire everything you need to start your magical journey."
Harry's heart raced with excitement, although he was still unaware that he was only witnessing Tom's own visit. "This is incredible, but what are we here for?"
The figure stepped closer to him. "I want to show you my visit to Diagon Alley, Harry, as a way to give you a glimpse into the world you are about to enter."
They strolled down the cobblestone street, passing many fascinating shops that offered a peek into the magical world. Eventually, they reached the most famous wand shop in the wizarding world, "Ollivanders."
Upon entering the shop, a small bell above the door announced their arrival with a gentle tinkling sound. The shop was small and dusty, with shelves upon shelves of slender boxes. Behind the counter stood a thin man with silver hair, Mr. Ollivander himself.
"Good evening," Ollivander greeted them, his sharp eyes fixed on Tom.
"Good evening," Tom replied.
Tom's projection continued, "I was here to acquire my wand, to find the key to unlock my magical potential."
Mr. Ollivander's eyes brightened with recognition and curiosity. "Ah, I see. Let's begin then. A wand for you. Please, follow me."
Harry watched as Tom followed Mr. Ollivander to the back of the shop, where an assortment of wand boxes were stored. The elderly wandmaker began selecting various wands, each with its own unique characteristics. He handed Tom the first wand, and Harry saw sparks of silver light shoot out from its tip.
"Elm and dragon heartstring. An interesting combination," Ollivander murmured. "Nine inches. Try this one."
Tom tried wand after wand, but none seemed to be the perfect fit. Yet, Ollivander remained patient and unwavering.
Finally, Ollivander handed Tom a wand made of yew and phoenix feather. As soon as Tom held it in his hand, the wand emitted a radiant, golden light, and Harry sensed the strong connection between Tom and the wand.
"Yew and phoenix feather, thirteen inches. This wand has chosen you," Ollivander said with a knowing smile.
Tom's projection looked at the wand with a sense of wonder. "It felt right, like an extension of myself."
As Tom and Ollivander continued their interaction in the wand shop, Harry watched in awe. It was as if he was receiving a glimpse into Tom's own journey into the world of magic.
The projection then shifted to different scenes in Diagon Alley, showing Tom visiting Gringotts to access his vault, purchasing his school supplies, and even glimpses of various magical creatures and people who inhabited this hidden world.
Through Tom's vision, Harry was learning about the wonders of the wizarding world and the steps required to begin a magical education. He felt a growing connection to the enigmatic figure, who had been both a mentor and a guide, and now, he was seeing a part of Tom's own history.
As the projection neared its conclusion, Tom turned to Harry, who was still in awe of what he had witnessed. "This, Harry, is just a glimpse of the journey that awaits you. But your path will be unique, filled with its own challenges and discoveries."
Harry nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. This projection had provided him with invaluable insights into the world he was about to enter. It was as if he had experienced a piece of Tom's history, a history that was deeply intertwined with his own.
With that, the vision of Diagon Alley began to fade, and Harry found himself back in the bus to London.
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