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belong to Joanne Kathleen Rowling.
Chapter One - Thoughts of Training and Diagon Alley
It was an unbearably hot summer day in mid-July on Privet Drive and though nobody knew it, starting that day, sometime in the near future would change at the least one person's on the street life for the better. If you dared go outside you would see a young man, seemingly oblivious to the heat, sprawled out on the front lawn of #4. The young man, Harry Potter, was the savior of the wizarding world and hated it. His entrancing emerald green eyes used to be filled with laughter and he often had a mischievous glint, but all they were filled with now was sadness. Sadness that was brought upon him by the death of his godfather, Sirius Black. As Harry lay there, it dawned on him that if he even wanted to pose as a threat to Voldemort he would have to train in several ways.
When that thought crossed his mind, Harry ran into the house and up the stairs to his room. Quickly, he figured out was to be watching the house that night and devised a plan to sneak out to Diagon Alley. Harry spent the rest of the day gathering up his things and figuring out what he would need to do and get to train. His lists are as following:
Need to Learn and/or Work-on
Physical Combat
Endurance and Strength
Dark Arts
Light Arts
All Previously Learned Spells
Figure out How to do Magic Over the Summer
Dueling
Agility
Need to Get
A New Place to Live
Books on Dark Arts
Books on Light Arts
Books on Defense
Books on Physical Combat
Books on Dueling
Books on the Theory of Magic
Books on Transfiguration
Books on Charms
Books on Hexes and Jinxes
Workout Set
Set of Weights
New Casual/Formal Clothes
New Robes
Later that night, when Dung Fletcher was on duty, Harry snuck out and flagged the Knight Bus.
"How ya doin' Harry," said Stan, "where to?"
"I'm fine, thanks and the Leaky Cauldron," replied Harry.
" Alrighty then, come on in, we should get ther pretty quickly, since your the only person onboard," said Stan, grabbing Harry's belongings and shrinking them before handing them back to Harry.
The ride to the Leaky Cauldron was, as always very jerky and rough, but Hary made it out alive.
"Good evenin', Mr. Potter, what can I do for you tonight," asked Tom.
"Well, Tom, I'll be needing a room for more or less the next two weeks and I'd really like some butterbeer as well," said Harry.
Tom checked a big red book on the desk and then said, " Follow me, Mr. Potter, your in the Bachelor's Suite, room 26, which comes with a kitchenette and a refrigerator filled with whatever you need."
"Thanks, Tom, and goodnight," said Harry as he walked into the room.
Harry woke up the next morning to the sound of Hedwig tapping on the window. He opened the window to let her in and he was surprised to find that the letter was from Gringotts. It was an invoice of his account, but he didn't look at it. There was also a letter from them saying what he would get when he turned sixteen. He wrote them back saying he would be there in about a half hour.
He hopped into the shower, then fixed himself a quick breakfast, and ran outside to Diagon Alley. As soon as he got there he went straight to Gringotts, where he was greeted by Griphook.
"Mr. Potter, sir, if you would follow me, please, we can get down to business," said Griphook.
He led Harry into a large conference room with five goblins sitting at the end of a long table. The goblins didn't seem to be happy about having to wait so long.
"Good morning, sirs," said Harry, "I'm ready to get started whenever you are."
"Mr. Potter, we are here to discuss you recently enlarged accounts. After the death of Sirius Black, you were given all of his money and belongings, the money adds up to over 800 million galleons," said the head goblin, Gargon.
"Well, Gargon, I'll accept the money on one condition, that one hundred galleons be put into both Remus Lupin's and the Weasley family vaults, please," said Harry, "and I'd also like to go over my inheritance as well, please."
"Of course, Mr. Potter, your inheritance consists of all that is in your school vault, savings account, small family vault, and the very large ancient Potter family vault. We aren't allowed to tell you about the rest of your inheritance until after your birthday, later on."
"You mean that I have more than one vault?" asked Harry.
"Why, of course, Mr. Potter, I don't know why you're so surprised the Potter family is the richest of all the pureblood families."
"Um, Gargon, I'll be needing quite a bit of both muggle and wizarding money, is there a way I could get money without either having to come back here or lugging around a huge money bag?"
"Mr. Potter, for the muggle world, I can give you a credit card and an I.D. and for the wizarding world, I can give you a bottomless money bag. If you sign here, I can get them to you right away."
Harry signed the paper and he was handed a emerald green sack with an I.D. and credit card. Harry walked out of Gingotts and headed down the street to Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
"Good morning, Mr. Potter, what can I do for you," asked Madame Malkin.
"I'll be needing two sets of dress robes in emerald green silk and velvet, three pairs of battle robes in any color, five black everyday robes, three winter cloaks in dark green, black, and dark blue, three summer cloaks in the same colors, two traveling cloaks in dark green and black, and the all need to have the Potter family crest on them."
Harry left a half hour later with two pairs of dress shoes, a couple belts, and all his robes. Right before he left, he asked her if she knew of any eyewear stores.
"Well, dear, there's one three doors down called Magical Practical Eyewear."
Harry made his way down to the eyewear store and walked in seeing all kinds of glasses and whizzing eyeballs like Mad Eye Moody's.
"What can I do for you, young man," said the lady behind the counter.
"Well, ma'am, I was wondering if you could either correct my vision or had some magical contacts that could help me."
"Of course, I do dear, can I see your glasses for a moment, please?"
Harry handed her his glasses and she walked off looking through the shelves for the right pair of contacts. She came back a minute later with a small box in her hand.
"Young man, if you'll trust me, I need you to open your eyes wide and try not to blink, I can put the contacts in with magic so you won't ever have to take them out and add the enchantments if you want them."
"Ma'am, I trust you, but could you, please tell me what the enchantments are?"
"The enchantments are the ability to see perfectly at night, the ability to see through objects, and your eyes will be protected from harmful spells."
"I'll take all of the enchantments, please, ma'am," said Harry, he then opened his eyes and opened them wide and waited for her to begin.
When she was finished the contacts seemed to have dissolved into Harry's eyes and he could see perfectly. "Now, young man, at first your ability of seeing through objects will go haywire and it'll take a lot of concentration to control it. I might take a few hours or a few weeks for it to get to where you don't even have to concentrate to get it to work and please, don't come back until after you get under control, I wear my clothes fro a reason. Goodbye."
"Sure thing, ma'am," replied Harry as he walked out of the shop. Harry headed to Flourish and Blott's. There he gave the owner a list of subjects and asked him to send him a books from all the subjects, to charge it to his accounts and to not be afraid of putting a lot of books because Harry was most definitely not short on money. Harry then left and head to the old trunk shop by Knockturn Alley.
"Mr. Potter, I presume," said an elderly man from behind the desk, "Can I help you?"
"Yes, sir, I'm looking for a multi-compartment trunk."
"The trunks out here have four and seven compartments, but if you have enough money there is a twelve compartment trunk in the back that I made, but I can't remember who I made it for, all I know is that he died before it was finished and that his family didn't want it. The man, I remember, said something about wanting to be able to hide in the wide open by living in the trunk with his family, I wasn't able to identify the crest on the top, but if you can tell me what it is I'll take 10 percent off the cost."
"I'll take that chest, could you bring it out for me to see, please?"
The man walked into the storeroom and came back with a ring in his hand. He pointed his wand at it and said 'ex-transformio', the ring then turned into a nice sized trunk. The man explained all the enchantments placed on it, how you could only get in if you were keyed in, how to key someone and delete someone and how to get from compartment to compartment from inside the trunk.
Harry was about to pay, before he realized that the crest on the trunk was an intricately carved and painted Potter crest, when he realized it he said, "Sir, the crest on that trunk is my family crest, the Potter crest." Harry then paid the new price and left the store heading back to the Leaky Cauldron to sleep, because the next day was going to be very busy.