Harry Potter and a New Start

Key: "Speech", 'Thought', "Speech laden with Magic", §Parseltounge§

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter it belongs to JK Rowling.

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Chapter 4

Harry Potter materialised in a ball of fire onto a side alley, just down the road from the Leaky Cauldron. Looking around for any sign he had been spotted and seeing no one around, he closed his eyes and summoned the True Cloak of Invisibility which upon wrapping around him had automatically altered itself to fit his new size. Pulling the hood of the Cloak up over his head he willed himself invisible and slipped out of the alley. He weaved around the pedestrians and walked across the road dodging traffic as he went until he saw the pub in front of him. As he crossed the Muggle Repelling Wards around the pub he willed himself to become visible once more as he opened the door.

The Leaky Cauldron looked exactly as he remembered it, dark and dusty yet still managing to be warm and inviting. Harry quickly made his way through the bar and out to the entrance to Diagon Alley nodding to Tom as he walked past the bar, Tom responded with a nod back and a toothless grin.

Tom watched the cloaked figure closely as they made their way past him whilst he was still cleaning a glass with his hands, he was not overly bothered by the shady look of the individual, many types of people came through his bar after all and it was not good for business to judge them for how they dressed. No, what concerned him was the size of the individual and the fact that whoever it was they were alone and looked to be about eight for Merlin's sake! Who lets a child go to Diagon Alley on their own? He would have called out to the kid but they walked past him too quickly. Honestly people were in such a rush these days.

Walking out the back of the Leaky Cauldron, Harry stood in front of the entrance to Diagon Alley. Taking a moment to remember the sequence, Harry poured magic into his finger and began to tap out the password onto the bricks of the wall. When he completed the sequence the wall began to move to the side revealing the heart of Wizarding Britain, Diagon Alley.

This time the Alley looked exactly like he remembered when he came with Hagrid in his first year, it was bright with adults going about their business and children weaving in between them or looking through shop windows. It was world apart from what it looked like the last time he was here when he was seventeen, with all the shops closed or ransacked and people walking with hurried footsteps too afraid to make eye contact with others.

Smiling under his hood Harry began to make his way down Diagon Alley moving out of the way of adults and children alike as he made his way through the busy shoppers until he reached the other side of the Alley and looked up at a towering marble building with massive imposing doors at the front. Carved above the doors were the words:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

Harry had arrived at his first stop in the Alley, Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

Sharpclaw was a goblin of Gringotts who had recently taken up the position of bank teller. He had been promoted from the lower levels to this position and intended to work his new position with honour. As he thought about all of the money he could make off the arrogant wand wavers, he was broken out of his musing by a figure walking towards him. They looked to be eight years old and were hidden by a black cloak with the symbol for the Deathly Hallows fastening it around his body. What caught his interest was the way the figure moved it was fluid and graceful like a predator, a hunter, a warrior.

Shapclaw watched as the young wand waver walked across the hall until they stood in front of his desk. Raising their head they asked "May I have the honour of knowing the name of the noble goblin warrior, I am speaking to?"

Now this surprised Sharpclaw, not many wand wavers were respectful to goblins, despite the fact they guarded their fortunes.

"My name is Sharpclaw, how may I assist you?"

"I would like to have an Inheritance Test performed" the figure answered.

Again the goblin was surprised, not many people bothered using the Inheritance Test so the goblin asked "Who may I ask, are you?"

"Harry Potter"

Harry looked up at the goblin whose eyes widened in shock before putting his professional mask back on.

"Very well Mr Potter, will you follow me please?"

Nodding in acknowledgement Harry followed the goblin who had jumped down from his stool and began walking to a side door on the side of the entrance hall. Pushing open the door Sharpclaw then led Harry down through the winding corridors for such a long time that Harry was just about to make a joke about being lost as the goblin stopped abruptly at a door labelled Inheritance Test.

"Here we are Mr Potter."

Opening the door Sharpclaw walked into the room with Harry on his heels. Inside was an hunched over goblin sitting at a desk with a plaque that had the name Surader on it. Looking up the elderly goblin's gaze fell on Harry who returned the stare as he lowered his hood showing his face, unruly black hair and piercing green eyes. Breaking eye contact Harry lowered his head and said "Hello master goblin, my name is Harry Potter"

Raising one eyebrow Surader nodded. "Well Mr Potter, sit down then we can begin your Inheritance Test." As Harry sat, the goblin reached into his desk and pulled out a knife, a bowl and a piece of parchment. "Cut your finger on the enchanted knife then drip the blood in the bowl." As Harry carried this out he watched the bowl glow softly as Surader dipped his long bony finger in levitating the blood into the air and onto the parchment. As the blood hit the parchment it began to spread out and into letters that formed sentences which Harry began to read:

Inheritance Test

Harry James Potter

Age: 10

Born: July 31 1980

Parents: James and Lilly Potter nee Evans

Godfather: Sirius Orion Black

Status: Halfblood

Master of Death

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter (Heir)

The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Peverell (by right)

The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Gryffindor (by blood)

The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Slytherin (by right of conquest)

Vaults

Potter Heir Trust Aault: Active

Potter Family Vault: Inaccessible, not Head of Family

Peverell Family Vault: Heirlooms and Treasures, 200,000 Galleons

Gryffindor Family Vault: Heirlooms and Treasures 15,000 Galleons

Slytherin Family Vault: Heirlooms and Treasures 12,000 Galleons

Property

Godric's Hollow, West Country, England

Potter Manor, Wales, England

Peverell Island, French Coast, Mediterranean

Silence permeated through the occupants of the room as the two goblins and one human looked at the paper in shock. The two goblins just turned to look at Harry who had begun to shift uncomfortably in his seat. "So... um what does this mean then?"

"Well Mister Potter it makes you one very powerful and influential young wizard." replied Surader.

Getting over his shock Harry examined the paper closely; he understood that the Inheritance for the Peverell's was from his position as the Master of Death but the Founder's Lordships...

"Surader, how is it I am able to Inherit the Gryffindor and Slytherin Lordships?"

The goblin opened a draw in his desk and began to sift through the contents before pulling out an extremely old piece of parchment and began to read through it before explaining to Harry.

"When Godric and Salazar set up their accounts at Gringotts they made an agreement that states that the only way to ascend to Lord Gryffindor or Lord Slytherin was to be the descendant of one of the two bloodlines and to defeat the descendant of the other bloodline by right of conquest therefore claiming both Lordships. The Potters are the direct blood descendants of Gryffindor and when you banished Tom Riddle the Heir of Slytherin who was a descendant through the Gaunt line. This makes you the first person since the Founders to hold the Lordship of any of the Founders"

"What would that mean for me?" Harry asked nervously.

"Hmm... well reuniting the Deathly Hallows means that you are already considered by magic to be Lord Perverell which gives you access to all the properties and vaults. It will also emancipate you so that you won't have to worry about the trace or problems with underage magic."

Harry smiled at thought, he had been worried about the Ministry tracking him or at worst arresting him for use of underage magic but this seemed to have solved the problem. It allowed Harry to the much needed freedom he needed to implement his plans.

"Surader, if I take up a Lordship of another family would my family be informed?"

"No Mr Potter since there would be no change to your status as the Potter Heir, there would be no need to inform the Potter family."

Nodding his head in acknowledgement just as a thought popped into his head "What information do you have on the property's I own?"

Surader gestured to Sharpclaw who spun around and walked out of the room leaving the goblin and wizard to wait until he returned carrying a stack of parchment in his gnarled hands which he placed down on the desk as Surdar picked them up and began to examine them. "The property at Godric's Hollow is a monument to your defeat of the Dark Lord and has not been touched. The Potter family currently reside at Potter Manor and the Wards around Peverell Island have fallen. Gringotts has placed Unplottable Wards and Muggle Repellent Wards around the island when there was no Lord Peverell but when you take up your Lordship they will be removed and you will have to deal with the Warding of the island yourself."

Harry nodded in understanding, in all honesty Perverell Island seemed like the perfect location to hide and heal for the time being and he was quite excited to test out his new skills in Warding the island.

"So how do I take up my Lordships?"

Suradar reached into a drawer in his desk and pulled out three boxes, opened them revealing rings in each with a distinct emblem etched onto them. The first had a golden lion on it, the next a green snake and the last was obviously missing a stone - the Resurrection Stone that would have perfectly fitted inside.

Harry picked up the Gryffindor ring and slid it onto his finger as it resized itself to fit his finger, he gasped as he felt the familiar magic of Godric analysing whether he was worthy of the Lordship or not. He sighed as the magic receded, deeming him worthy. He repeated this process with the Slytherin ring as the magic of Salazar also deemed him worthy. Finally picking up the Perverell ring he slid it on as he felt the familiar power of the Hallow go through him.

"Congratulations you are now Lord Harry James Potter-Gryffindor-Slytherin-Perverell."

"Erm...thank you Surader, er...Surader is there any way to hide the rings once they have been put on?" Harry thought wearing the Lord rings of three extinct houses, which were basically wizarding royalty, was bound to catch attention.

"Yes my Lord all you have to do is pour magic into them and they will turn invisible."

Doing just that all three rings disappeared from view as Harry looked at Surader. "Could I have 100,000 Galleons withdrawn and 50,000 of that converted into Muggle money please."

Surader nodded and opened his desk drawer once again and brought out a palm size piece of gold and what looked like a credit card, picking up the dagger he handed it to Harry. "Cut your finger and drop blood onto both the card and the gold." So Harry pricked his finger with it allowing the blood to fall onto the two items. The card flashed for a second and connected to Harry's magic and the piece of gold began to melt into a liquid before reforming into a golden key. "These are now keyed and will only activate for you." "This will allow access to the vaults you own." Then pointing to the card. "This will allow you access to your Muggle money and can be converted to any currency, it is also charmed so that Muggles won't question it. There's currently 50,000 Galleons converted to £248,999.99 on it."

Nodding in understanding Harry said as he rose from his seat "Thank you for your assistance Surader, may your vaults be filled with the gold of your enemies."

Surader opened his mouth and grinned revealing his razor sharp teeth "You honour your House and the ancestors my Lord."

Smiling back Harry shook his head "No, the honour is all mine." Turning to Sharpclaw "Could you take me to my vault in order to get my money." The goblin nodded in reply and walked out of the room, Harry following behind him.

After a long ride on one of Gringotts mine carts both Harry and Sharpclaw stood in front of a vault door where Harry handed the goblin his key as the goblin set about disabling the security on the vault before handing the key back to Harry as he pulled out a pouch "This is a bottomless bag for you to use and all your money will be easily accessible."

"Thank you Sharpclaw." Harry said as he stepped into his vault and began to put galleons into the bag. He also took the items and treasures of the Founders and put them into the bag, including the sword of Godric Gryffindor and books on Ancient Magic, Alchemy and Parsel-magic by Salazar Slytherin. Having collected all the money he would need at the moment as well as the treasures and heirlooms of the Founders he stood up holding onto the bag with the strap on it firmly around his wrist, he walked out of his vault.

Turning to Sharpclaw Harry looked at the goblin and said "Sharpclaw would you be willing to become the Account Manager of Houses Peverell, Gryffindor and Slytherin?"

Shocked Sharpclaw looked at the young Lord in front of him before replying "It would be my honour Lord Perverell."

Together goblin and wizard left the bowels of Gringotts and stood in the atrium of the bank. Harry turned to Sharpclaw his hood back up over his head obscuring his face. "Thank you for all your help Account Manager Sharpclaw, I will be in touch soon. May your vaults fill with the gold of your enemies."

"Thank you my Lord here is the portkey to the Peverell Island and be warned the temporary Gringotts Wards have already been removed. When you are ready just tap it with your wand." He said whilst handing Harry a golden medallion. "May your enemies cower at the sight of you on the battlefield."

Nodding Harry turned around, walked slowly out of the bank and down the stairs at the front before vanishing into the crowd.

Sharpclaw just stood there watching his new Lord walking away. To think he who had just been promoted to the position of Teller was now the Account Manager to three of the oldest and most respected wizarding families in Britain! It was a bonus that he genuinely liked his new Lord, who had treated the goblins he met with respect not like they were the dirt to be cleaned off of one's shoes like most pureblood wand wavers did. Sharpclaw always thought they were stupid to treat goblins like that; they literally guard their gold for Ancient's sake! Shaking his head Sharpclaw turned round to head to his new office to begin the task of managing the new Lord Peverell's accounts. Yes, things were looking up for Sharpclaw.

Walking out of Gringotts Harry was mentally compiling a list of all the things he would need to buy from the Alley using his newfound wealth. But the first order of business was to go to Ollivanders and get himself a wand. Making his way back up the Alley he reached the shop with its old wooden store front and the fading sign above the door 'Making Fine Wands Since 383 B.C.'

Pushing the door open Harry looked around the store seeing the massive floor to ceiling shelves stacked full with wands of every different kind of core and wood. Harry grinned thinking about holding his old wand again. He moved to the counter as Ollivander made his way out of the shelves and down to the other side of the counter.

"Are you here for a wand then?"

Harry nodded in reply.

"What is your wand arm?" The old wandmaker asked.

"I'm ambidextrous."

Ollivander raised his eyebrow in surprise, not many witches and wizards felt comfortable to use their wand in either hand 'Hmm this will be interesting' he thought to himself. He wasn't bothered that his customer was wearing a hood, many in the wizarding world valued their privacy after all and being a wandmaker Ollivander was incredibly sensitive to magic around him, he could almost feel the powerful magic being restrained in the small frame in front of him although he would have probably wet himself if he was to know the true amount of power the boy held. Turning around he walked back to the shelves and ran his finger over different boxes before deciding on a box and pulling it out he returned to the counter taking the lid off the box and indicating to his customer.

"Twelve inches, Chestnut and Unicorn hair." Handing the wand over to Harry who waved it around, nothing happened.

So the wandmaker returned to the shelves and pulled out another box placing it in front of Harry, this time with a dragon heartstring. Again Harry tried the wand only to find that it didn't work. This became a continuous cycle as Harry tried wand after wand only to be disappointed although Ollivander looked positively gleeful throughout with the challenge. As time went on Harry expected that he would eventually receive his old wand. Then Ollivander returned with one rather special wand "I did not think that I would be handing out this wand today but rather to a special young man next year... but no matter if it chooses you, it chooses you, after all the wand chooses the wizard."

"Eleven inches, Holly and Phoenix feather."

Harry with a look of anticipation on his face under his hood waved the wand expecting it to connect to his core and accept him as its master... nothing happened. Frowning Harry returned the wand back to its maker his mind travelling a mile a minute 'Why was his old wand not working, was it something he had changed, was it something about him?' Harry could not make heads or tails of it.

Eventually after trying numerous other wands and none of them connecting to Harry, the old wandmaker looked down at one of the most difficult customers he had ever served.

"Well my young sir it looks as if I will have to make you a wand myself, if you would follow me." Saying this Ollivander turned and strolled to the back of his shop not even bothering to look back to see if Harry was following. Rushing to keep up with Ollivander Harry was rather excited at the prospect of getting a custom-made wand despite the disappointment of not getting his old wand.

Harry was fascinated as he walked into an old room with shelves lining the room filled with jars of parts of magical creatures and different types of woods. After scanning the room his gaze returned to Ollivander who was standing in front of a work bench. "Now young man I want you to close your eyes and feel the different cores and woods in the room around you and point at the jars you feel the strongest connection with."

Closing his eyes Harry felt the different magical signatures from the jars, spreading his senses out he felt a connection to three different specific signatures and with his eyes still closed he pointed to the three jars. Opening his eyes he looked up to see Ollivander looking at him in shock. "Well this is interesting yes... most interesting indeed.

Harry looked back in confusion "What do you mean?"

"Well it seems that you have picked two different cores for your wand, not impossible but exceedingly rare. I myself have never made a wand with two cores." Shrugging his shoulders. "Oh well, there's a first time for everything." he said with a manic gleam in his eyes.

Shocked Harry asked "So what are the cores and wood of the wand?"

"Hmm…. Dragon Heartstring and Unicorn Hair with Ebony for the wood... most interesting." Ollivander answered as he moved around taking the three jars off of the shelves. "This may take me some time so if you have any other business in the Alley I suggest you go and attend to it before returning for your wand."

"Thank you for your service Mr Ollivander." Harry said, honesty reflected in his voice.

Laughing Ollivander replied "It's my pleasure it has been a long time since someone has given me such a challenge. Now off you go, I have work to complete after all."

Smiling Harry turned around leaving the wandmaker's workshop and weaved through the shelves of wands before making his way out of the front door and into the Alley.

Standing on the cobblestone main road Harry began to compile a list in his mind of all the things he would need. Basic supplies like new clothes, books and tomes, a cauldron, potion supplies, wand holster, Wardstones, trunks and a broomstick.

First thing to get was new clothes, he refused to continue to wear Dudley's old rags any longer than necessary. Harry couldn't go to Madam Malkins for robes as he would have to take off the Cloak and there was a good chance that he would be recognised as the Boy-Who-Lived, even starved and malnourished he still looked a lot like the combination of his parents, so Harry decided that if he was going to buy new clothes it would be in the Muggle world first and he would work on getting new robes at a later date.

Moving along the main cobblestone street Harry spotted an alleyway. Diving in Harry walked deep into it before stopping and looking around to check it was still deserted. Harry then reached out to his bond with his new Phoenix and with a flash of blinding white light the young boy was gone leaving only the faint sound of Phoenix song bouncing off of the walls.

Reappearing behind a hedge in a car park, Harry crouched down his eyes darting around looking for any Muggles who had seen his flashy entrance. Finding no one paying close attention to him, he closed his eyes and willed the Cloak of Invisibility back into his magic core leaving him standing in Dudley's old clothes which consisted of a T-shirt three sizes too big, baggy trousers and fraying old shoes with soles barely holding together after being chewed so many times by Marge's dog Ripper. Though he was still clutching the bottomless bag the goblins had given him. Examining his surroundings Harry saw the shopping centre that was near Little Whinging, he had never had the opportunity to visit it and shop for himself as the Dursley's never cared enough about him to take him shopping for proper clothes.

Hissing in pain when he stood up as the old scars and burns on his body left him with a dull ache in his body and the newer scars were still raw and painful, without the protection of the Cloak Harry could feel the raw new skin being impacted by the English weather. As the automatic doors closed behind him Harry was able to relax somewhat after getting out of the cold, he began to explore the shopping centre looking into different stores to find any things that picked his interest.

Harry stood in front of the clothing store; it was all rather strange to him. The thought of getting himself an entirely new wardrobe was certainly a foreign thing to him, I mean he had never used his money to buy himself any new clothes before in the original timeline because he knew they would have been taken off of him by Uncle Vernon for his precious 'Duddykins' so he had never bothered.

Walking into the shop Harry began to look around the clothes but was rather unsure on what to buy. A blonde haired sales assistant with a name tag that said Rebecca, walked over and said with a warm smile "Hello young man how may I assist you?"

Feeling rather uncomfortable Harry replied "Umm... my clothes were burnt in a fire and I need a new wardrobe"

"Where are your parents then shouldn't they be with you?"

"They're shopping in another store" He said whilst using a mild Compulsion Charm to make sure she believed him.

"Okay then little man let's have a look at what we can get you." She said whilst giggling and so Rebecca began to drag Harry around the store picking out clothes and making him putting them on and generally treating him like her own personal doll. Although Harry did have to cast some more Compulsion Charms on her, when she noticed some of his scars and his small stature for his age.

Harry spent well over an hour in the store picking out many items for him to wear including new shirts, trousers, socks, shoes and coats. He also bought a lot of clothes that were a few sizes bigger for when he began to grow, as he planned to go onto a Potions regime to regain his lost height and muscle mass due to the malnutrition.

Harry and Rebecca walked up to the counter and dumped the massive pile of clothes onto it as the employee on the till just laughed and began to check off all the items.

So with a wave at Rebecca, who waved back, he left the store pushing a trolley full of clothes. Harry also visited a bookstore and collected books on many different Muggle subjects including Geography, Chemistry and Physics before walking out of the mall. He went back to the fence where he found a shady section of the park and opened his bottomless bag and began to stuff all the bags of clothes and books inside. Upon finishing Harry looked around to make sure there were no Muggles watching before calling Hedwig and flaming out back to Diagon Alley.

Re-entering Ollivanders Harry looked around for the old man only to see him walking out from between two bookshelves grinning like an idiot with a manic look in his eye whilst holding a wand box reverently in his hands.

"Well Mr Ollivander whatever has got you so excited?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

"This, young one, is perhaps the single most powerful wand I have ever created."

Surprised Harry took the box from the wandmaker and opened it revealing a velvet lined inside and nestled in the centre was a jet black wand with a carved Chinese dragon on the end.

"This wand is thirteen inches, Ebony wood with dual Unicorn hair and Dragon Heartstring core. Its wood is highly suited to combat magic and Transfiguration. The cores on the other hand are very interesting... yes very interesting indeed for you see surprisingly the cores are working as one when normally they are opposite. The Unicorn hair is well known for its consistent magic and aversion to the Dark Arts as well as being extremely loyal to its first owner. On the other hand Dragon Heartstring cores are well known for their power and capability of flamboyant spells whilst being less loyal than the Unicorn hair cores, these wands are much more susceptible to the Dark Arts. But combined they have complemented each other creating a wand that is powerful, consistent and loyal."

Reverently picking the black wand out of its box Harry felt it gripped in his hand and with a flick of his wrist he tried to connect his wands cores to his own magic core.

Thump. The power of the Deathstick hidden in Harry's core rush out and begin to bind to the newly made wand. The air around him beginning to move under the force of an invisible wind as a golden aura surrounded the jet black wand.

Harry watched as the glow around his wand settled down leaving an interlocking pattern of golden lines carved into the shaft of his wand along with golden eyes in the carved dragon, all glowing softly in the dimly lit shop.

Ollivander just stood there, his jaw hanging open. He had no idea what had just happened but it looked like the wand had just completely submitted to his mysterious customer.

"Merlin's Beard! In all my years... I have... I have no idea what the glowing gold lines are but I believe that wand just submitted completely to you, meaning no one else can use it at all!" He said excitedly.

Harry nodded in response still captivated by the wand in his hand. Deep within his magic core he could feel the connection between the newly made Wand of Destiny and himself. In all honesty he felt that the wand in his hand suited him far better than his original Holly and Phoenix feather wand.

Harry snapped out of his revelry and he asked Ollivander about wand holsters requesting one made out of Dragon-hide equipped with Anti-Summoning Charms into it and a quick release mechanism built into it.

After paying the wandmaker for his work Harry left the store with a flick of his Cloak, the door shutting softly behind him leaving the ancient wandmaker alone with his own thoughts.

"Hmm I expect great things of you young one... yes great things although whether they be terrible or not remains to be seen..." He said with a gleam to his eyes as he talked to the empty shop before turning round and walking back deep into the shelves leaving the shop silent once more.

Harry thought about what he would need next as he walked down Diagon Alley deciding to go to the Apothecary in order to collect all the necessary ingredients he would need for the Potions regime he was going to put himself on in order to regain his height.

Entering the store Harry picked out all the ingredients he would need and more just in case, he was even able to get himself a cauldron and potion kit. After paying for them he placed the entire collection into his bottomless bag and continued on to Flourish and Blotts book store.

Entering the store and seeing all the stacks and stacks of books Harry grinned and began to meander around the store browsing over different subjects he picked out books from many different subjects. As he wanted to create his own library on the Peverell Island, he picked out a few books on magical creatures placing them in a corner before leaving to go search for more books. He looked through the bookstore for many of the books he had used in Hogwarts including the Standard Book of Spells Grade One through Seven, The Book of Charms and Spells, Basic, Intermediate and Advanced Transfiguration, Basic to Advanced Potion Brewing books as well as a few on Defence Against the Dark Arts ranging from advanced Hexes and Curses and Dark Creatures to Occlumency. He also found books he had never thought of buying before in the first timeline including books on Arithmancy like Numerology and Grammatica as well books on Ancient Runes that were not required at Hogwarts. He also bought books on Alchemy for him to read and research. Finally he found books on Magical Law as he thought it would be useful if he ever had to go up against Dumbledore or the Ministry in court.

Looking down at the stacks of books he had just bought Harry couldn't help but let out a chuckle remembering the look on the lady's face behind the till as he placed stack after stack of books on her counter. She was obviously completely gobsmacked that someone as small as him was buying so many advanced books, although luckily for Harry she respected his privacy and didn't pry into his business by asking any questions. Opening his bottomless bag once more Harry put his new 'library' in the bag and continued on.

He had needed Wardstones in order to set up the new Wards around the Island but he wanted them to be incredibly strong and the only place to get what he needed was Knocktern Alley. Luckily for Harry he was able to intimidate the inhabitants of the alley by releasing part of his magic causing his eyes to glow with the colour of the Avada Kedarvra. He didn't want to use his new wand yet until he had experimented with its power and ability and he planned to do that when he arrived at the Island so he had not attacked just intimidated, well aware just how creepy he looked with the Cloak's hood up with glowing green eyes.

Buying a broom was a rather novel experience seeing as how all the brooms he had originally owned were bought by other people. He had left the shop with a Comet 290 seeing as his own Nimbus 2000 would not be out to the public for another year but it did feel good to own a broom again although it was unlikely he would play Quidditch again and in all honesty he did not truly enjoy the game he just loved to fly, it gave him such a sense of freedom in comparison to the cramped living conditions of the cupboard that had been his room for both timelines.

Finally Harry walked out of the front of the shop that sold trunks. He had decided that he was going to buy a basic trunk for him to use, then he could place all of the Charms, Runes and Wards he wanted on the trunk himself. It was a good idea as Harry had planned to place some less than savoury defences on the trunk.

Standing outside of the door Harry realised that he had gotten everything he would need for his new home and so after stuffing his new trunk into the bag he disappeared down a side road. Pulling out the portkey that Shapclaw had given him, he flicked his wrist, his wand appearing in his other hand and tapped his wand onto the shinning golden medallion. Feeling the familiar tug on his navel Harry Potter was gone.