Harry spent that first night thinking that he really must be dreaming. Waking to the soft sounds of others murmuring as they walked down the stairs was far more pleasant than his Aunt Petunia screeching at him to "get up." This had a feeling of safety though he dared not let his guard down quite yet. He did not know what might come after breakfast. Harry himself had experienced days that started out fine and then culminated in catastrophe. That was his life though and he was not sure that he would ever know another way. He was surprised though, as he made his way down the stairs to see real family portraits and soft pastoral paintings.

He smiled at the magical painting and made his way down memorizing for the future the layout of the home. This was his new home. He was still quite nervous that his friends had not written to him all summer. Harry decided to try and reach out one more time after breakfast. He walked into the dining area following the delicious smell of food. There on the table were eggs, sausage, and bacon, with toast butter and plumb and strawberry jam. The older Greengrasses exchanged a look at the fact that Harry just stood there. Finally, Amelia said, "Harry we do not stand on ceremony here, have a seat next to Daphne. It is best you eat up we need to be getting to the alley soon to get all your school supplies and you look like you could use a proper set of everyday clothes Harry. Did your aunt and uncle never get you clothes of your own." The young wizard blushed and sat down looking at his lap, "no Mam." If Harry had looked at them, he would have seen the sadness in Daphne's eyes and the scandalized looks that masked anger in Cyrus and Amelia. Instead, Harry Potter quickly tucked in, eating slices of bacon and toast with butter and pumpkin juice.

Twenty minutes later would find Harry, Daphne, and Amelia in front of the flue and they began the trip with Daphne demonstrating., The blonde gathered flue powder and enunciated clearly to go the correct place, "Diagon Alley ." Harry followed Daphne's lead . Amelia then joined the two students. Harry decided when he came out on the other end after all the spinning, stumbling a bit as he was spit out, barely regaining his balance that he did not mind flue travel. Soon after Amelia was beside the two youngsters, and they began their day of shopping.

The first stop of the day is Madam Malkin's Robes. Harry and Daphne were both measured, and Madam Malkin talked briefly with Amelia about what each needed and Amelia was adamant that Harry needed everything. Harry attempted to protest, but realized soon enough that it was pointless. Madam Malkin nodded. Harry had only ever owned proper fitting uniforms for Hogwarts last year. Harry found out that he must fitted for a complete wardrobe. This meant jeans, slacks, shirts, dress robes, according to Amelia. Then Harry spotted new trainers, loafers, and dragon hide boots, and they sized him for those as well. Soon they exited the shop; their order would arrive the following day by owl mail.

The next stop was Flourish and Botts for their textbooks being that they were second year they only needed the standard textbooks. They had just stepped in when heard a sharp intake of breath from Amelia. Then, Harry understood why. The shop was even more crowded than last year and at the front grinning blonde wizard was just announcing that he was going to be this year's defense teacher. Amelia guided the students around the crowd that was full of older witches that were looking to get the wizards autograph on his autobiography which was a new release and this week's promotional item as it was best seller two weeks running according to the Dailey Prophet.

Amelia quickly paid for their stuff, and they were about to leave when a familiar bushy haired witch about bowled Harry over on to the floor and squeezed him into the biggest hug. "Hermione I can't breathe," the boy choked out. The witch released the wizard knowing that her friend was unused to hugs, and the like, "Harry Potter, you scared me. I thought that something horrible happened. You did not write once all summer." Harry's eyes widened and Daphne and Amelia quietly listened in pretending to be looking at books on the shelf behind them. The green-eyed boy gasped out, Me, you lot did not write to me . I sent a letter a week since we went home." Hermione nervously bit her lip, and then Harry introduced Daphne and Amelia, and explained to her what happened in broad strokes, about Dobby, the ruined dinner party, and the Greengrasses showing up to get him out of there. Hermione joined them for the remainder of the time.

The group took an opportunity to stop at the leaky for lunch ordering shepherd's pie fand pumpkin juice. From there Harry, Hermione, and Daphne restored parchment, quills, ink, and potions supplies. The sun was about to set by the time Daphne, Harry and Amelia returned to the fields. There they found as they stepped out of the flu that dinner was waiting under a warming charm. Cyrus walked in from his office being that he had gotten home just ahead of them and wanted to look up a couple of things before bringing them up in front of Harry, or if Harry was anything like his father, where Harry might be able to overhear.

The day had been long, and Harry finally broached a question that had been bugging him since running into Hermione earlier. Harry quarried, "Why is it that none of my friends were able to get letters to me, nor received mine?" Cyrus groaned inwardly, "Charms and wards can be used to prevent mail or visitors , it is quite possible that someone didn't want you in touch with the magical world Harry." The green-eyed wizard nodded as he had come to a similar conclusion, but "who?" Harry had begun to wonder about who such a thing would do, when he heard Cyrus clear his throat. He smiled, "Harry we would like your permission to look into your placement with your aunt and uncle see if that was really supposed to happen ?" Harry nodded his permission not sure that it would amount to anything. So, that night Harry signed a note giving the Greengrasses permission to investigate his placement and function as his guardians. That night Harry slept like he had never slept before.