3. Two pervs, one Harry

Harry woke up the next morning, yawning. Shadow was still in bed next to him. As yesterday's events came back to him, his eyes widened. He was so excited! He couldn't wait until the 1st of September. The idea that magic existed, and that he was a wizard, was so fascinating to Harry. Magic was so amazing. He decided that he would go and get his wizard stuff today! Harry ran his hand up and down Shadow's back, petting him.

"Oh yeah. Oh that feels so good. Keep going Harry."

"I thought snakes didn't like getting pet."

"Well I do so just keep petting!"

After a while, they both got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and ate breakfast. Chinese takeout from yesterday was still good. The Dursley's were still asleep and Harry didn't care enough to tell them he was leaving. They agreed that Shadow should stay inside Harry's hoodie sleeve, to not draw attention to them. He didn't want the non-magic folk, or what McGonagall called the Muggles, to notice him. He walked a bit to a train station, where he took a train to the London Underground. Then he took another train that McGonagall mentioned to get to the Leaky Cauldron. It was a shabby, run-down looking place with a homey feel to it. The bartender looked at him, and gasped. Wow, people seem to be doing that a lot lately.

"Merlin's cotton Calvin Klein underpants!" exclaimed the bartender. "You're Harry Potter!"

Harry raised his eyebrow.

"Sorry. I've been waiting to use that one."

Everyone in the bar started to swarm him, a mass of astonished witches and wizards, all wanting to shake hands with the great Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world.

"Everybody get back unless you wanna get up close and personal with a boa!" roared Harry.

Shadow crawled out his sleeve and loosely coiled around his neck. The alarmed people immediately got back, surprised. Harry ignored them, instead walking toward the alleyway and tapping the bricks McGonagall had told him about. Harry watched in fascination as the alleyway opened. There were shops on either side, and witches and wizards everywhere.

"The magic…It feels amazing Harry!"

"Alright, first we go to Gringotts," Harry said. "That's the wizarding bank. Once we get our money, we buy my uniform at Madam Malkin's, my books at Flourish and Blotts, my other stuff at the Apothecary, my wand at Ollivander's, and maybe an owl at Eeylops Owl Emporium. McGonagall said they're dead useful."

"An owl!" Shadow exclaimed. "What do you need that for when you have me?"

"They bring you your mail or something. Don't tell me you're jealous?"

"Whatever. At least I'm the familiar, not the pet."

Harry stifled a laugh and went on. He reveled in the magical gloriousness of Diagon Alley. First they went to Gringotts. McGonagall, who had gotten his key from Dumbledore, gave it to him. He wasn't sure why Dumbledore had his key, so he would be sure to check about that. He walked up to one of the short goblin tellers, and retrieved his key while smiling.

"Vault 687 please," Harry asked.

The goblin nodded stiffly, before extending a knobby hand. Harry placed the key in, and the goblin took it.

"The Potter family manager will be with you shortly."

Not even a minute later, an extremely short and wrinkly green goblin came forward.

"Go lead Mr. Potter to his vault, Griphook," said the first goblin.

Griphook nodded, and motioned for Harry to follow him. He took him to a mineshaft with a cart, and they got in. After a violent rollercoaster that made both Harry and Shadow want to throw up, they got to the vault. It was an ornate door colored with black and gold and emblazoned with the Potter family crest. There was a circle in the middle, with a handprint on it.

"Just put your hand against that print," instructed Griphook.

Harry did as he said, and a small needle poked his middle finger. Harry instinctively drew back, nursing his cut middle finger. It wouldn't do anything, but it stung for a second. Harry looked back angrily at Griphook, who had definitely not told him about that on purpose. He looked back to the door, which had just taken the drop of blood. It seemed to be scanning it. Suddenly, the doors opened. Harry gasped. Inside was riches more lavish than anything. Gold, silver, and bronze coins were heaped in piles. Artifacts and heirlooms adorned the sides of the room. He took a look back at Griphook, who was just looking at his overgrown nails. Apparently Griphook had seen treasures much bigger than this. Just how rich are wizards? He took 2 cloth bags and heaped in a few bronze, silver, and gold coins. Griphook took this time to explain the currency to him. After walking back to the cart, the massive pile of coins didn't even look different. His now heavy bags hadn't even made a dent in it. He would have to go back there to explore all the artifacts. a He nodded to Griphook and they made their way back up. After successfully managing to not throw up, Harry and Shadow left with 2 big bags of coins. They then went to Madam Malkin's. As he walked in, he saw two kids, who seemed to be about the same age as him. They were already being measured by magic floating rulers and tape measures. He went to the third available seat.

"Hey there, the name's Draco," said the first kid. "Draco Malfoy."

He had a pale face with sleeked back shiny blonde hair and hard grey eyes. He smiled at Harry, and extended his hand.

"The name's Harry," Harry said, shaking Draco's hand.

"Harry?" the second kid asked. "Like Harry Potter?"

She had straight blonde hair that fell down to her hips and stunning blue eyes.

"Got it in one," Harry responded. "And you are?"

"I'm Daphne Greengrass."

Just then, Madam Malkin came around and started taking Harry's measurements.

"Wow," Draco said. "Harry Potter is coming to Hogwarts."

"I'm going to guess you guys know a lot about the wizarding world?" Harry asked.

"What do you mean?" Draco said, knitting his eyebrows. "You're a half-blood aren't you?"

"My mum's a muggle-born and my dad's a pureblood, so yeah."

"Then how come you don't know anything about the wizarding world?"

"After my parents died, I went to live with my muggle relatives."

"Rubbish. Complete rubbish. How could they have Harry Potter living with a bunch of muggles? So I assume you don't know anything about the wizarding world?"

"Nope," Harry said, popping the p.

Daphne was just watching from the side, but then she spoke up.

"I'm a pureblood, of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass. There are 10 Most Ancient and Noble Houses. The House of Greengrass, the House of Malfoy, the House of Longbottom, the House of Black, the House of Potter, the House of Peverell, the House of Slytherin, the House of Ravenclaw, the House of Gryffindor, and the House of Hufflepuff. So we are all part of Most Ancient and Noble Houses. Since me and Draco are also both pureblood, and our parents know each other, we have met before. I'm telling you this because anyone mixed up in a 'Most Ancient and Noble House' has politics in their future. But it doesn't really matter that much. Blood isn't that important, and I doubt we'll be learning more than basic politics at our age."

"Well blood does-"

"Oh don't infect him with your blood purist propaganda Malfoy! He's just new to the wizarding world."

"Whatever Greengrass."

Draco got his robes, said bye, and left, and so did Daphne. It took a while, but Harry finally also got his robes, and left. After that it was just a quick stop getting his books at Flourish and Blotts, and getting his extra equipment at the Apothecary, before getting his wand. He walked into Ollivander's with the certain reverence and fascination only a kid could have. The shop was dusty, and the bell attached to the door rang when he opened it. Harry looked around the place, filled with boxes that Harry presumed held wands. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Ahh!" screamed Harry. "pervert!"

Harry yelled and turned around to see an old man leering at him. He immediately gave him a nasty right hook that solidly connected to his face.

"Ow!" yelled the creepy old man.

Harry extended his arm and was about to let Shadow give this guy the afterlife tour, before the old man started yelling.

"WAIT! WAIT STOP! I'm not a pervert! I'm Ollivander, the owner of this shop.

"So why did you sneak up on me? I really have to start wearing a whistle."

"Sorry, I was just trying to look cool and mystical."

"Ugh, whatever. Just give me my wand you creepy man."

"Wow, kids these days, no manners."

Ollivander walked to the counter. He rummaged around with his boxes for a bit, before standing up.

"You know, I might as well just cut the bullshit and start with the most obvious and interesting one."

He went into the back and got a long dark brown wand with a tan handle.

"Here, try this kid," Ollivander said, in a gruff voice. "It'll make you feel good inside."

"Wow, now we're just moving on to drug dealer?"

"Just give it a wave."

Harry obliged, and a warm feeling enveloped him.

All the disorganized piles of boxes Ollivander had been rummaging through instantly fixed themselves.

"Wow," breathed Harry.

"Pretty cool right," grinned Ollivander.

"Yeah."

"Alright, the wand costs 10 galleons and the optional add-ons include the high-quality Ollivander's adjustable wand grip and high-quality Ollivander's adjustable wand holster, each for 5 galleons."

"I'll get them all," said Harry, handing Ollivander 20 galleons.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

"I wish I could say the same, pervert."

Harry left the shop as quickly as possible.

"All right," Harry said. "Next stop, Eeylops Owl Emporium.

"I'm impressed with how you dealt with that pervert, but why do we have to get an owl?"

Harry ignored him and walked over. He opened the door and came face to face with what looked like a female Ollivander.

"Nope!" Harry said. "Nope, Nope, Nope."

Harry looked around quickly, picked a female snowy owl, paid for her, and hightailed it out of there.

"Phew. Potential perv avoided."

"Damn, you're good at this."

"Years with the Dursleys teaches you to escape creepy-ass adults."

A.N: Hey guys, thanks so much for reading my first ever fanfiction. Please Follow/Favorite, Share, and Review, it means a lot to me.

I'm not sure how I want this story to go, but im leaning toward a Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore Bashing, with more if I feel like it. Lemme know how I can do better, because again its my first fic.

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