A/N: Beta found thank you to Hufflepuff pride. Will update chapters as they come in.
Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter.
"All right Harry first stop is Gringotts." Hagrid said once he was able to get him away from the crowds of people.
Once they had conducted their business in the wizarding bank, they stepped out into the dazzling sunlight. Hagrid had gotten a small grubby parcel out of a vault for Hogwarts. He had also picked a pouch full of Golden Galleons, Silver Sickles and Bronze Knut's.
"Um, Harry would ya be minding if I, you no go have a pick me up in the Leaky Cauldron?"
"Not at all." Harry replied looking up at the half giant.
"Why don't you get your robes and I'll, meet you there when I'm done."
"Okay, Hagrid." Harry spoke wearily before he started his search for a place that sold robes.
Harry wondered around aimlessly for a while before he found his way to Madam Malkin's Robes for all occasions. Taking a deep breath he entered the very elegant looking shop.
"Hogwarts dear got the lot here. In fact, there is another young man being fitted just now" An older plump lady looked towards where he was standing.
The woman led him over to a podium where she began to measure him.
"Hello." Said a blonde pale boy who happened to be stood on the podium next to his.
"Hi" Harry replied as he stepped up.
"Hogwarts Too?"
"Yeah."
"Father is getting my books, and mother is looking at wands. Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms, perhaps I'll bully father into getting me one. I'm sure I will smuggle it in somehow.
He reminded him slightly of Dudley with his tone of expectancy.
"I thought your wand, had to choose you?"
"It does. But mother does not listen." Harry smirked at this.
"Yeah, funny isn't it."
"Just a little."
"So where are your parents?"
"They are dead."
"Oh, I'm so sorry." He was and sounded, truly sincere. "But they were our kind, you know?"
"They were a Witch and Wizard if that is what you mean. But I was raised by Muggles, who told me nothing about being a Wizard, Hogwarts or any of this."
"Filthy Muggles keeping a true Wizard from who he is." Draco spat.
"True Wizard?"
"I will explain another time."
"Okay." He replied.
"So what's your name, I'm Draco Malfoy." The boy held out his hand.
"Harry Potter." They shook hands and as they did they both got stabbed by needles pinning fabric into place.
"Ouch!" They both exclaimed
"Sorry dear." Said Madam Malkins to Harry.
"Sorry love." Said the assistant to Draco.
"Can you believe it Harry Potter in my shop." Madam Malkin smiled at the boy.
"Harry, I can call you Harry right?" Draco looked almost worried.
"Yeah as long as I can call you Draco." Harry teased.
"Of course Harry."
"Harry, would you like to go look around for a bit afterwards?"
"I don't know I think that would be a good idea, I'm supposed to stay with Hagrid."
"Oh, that is too bad you have to stay with that drunk."
"He is not a drunk Draco." Harry smirked a little thinking of where he was now.
"So where is he now?"
"Having a pick me up." Harry replied which made Draco smirked. "I see your point." Harry added.
"Oh, there he is now." Draco pointed to where Hagrid was. The half-giant was stood outside the shop whilst tapping on the window smiling and pointing to large ice cream cone in his hand.
"Harry you need to be the right sort of people. I can help you with that, what do you say?" Draco held out his hand again.
Hagrid said he would have fun at Hogwarts, and how he would be around 'youngsters of his own sort for a change.' So this seemed like the right decision, Draco did remind him slightly of Dudley, but he had a kindness to him and was really friendly to Harry.
"Thanks, Draco." Harry decided Draco was the right sort and so he shook his hand.
"That is a right decision, Harry. Any idea what house you will be in?"
"I don't know."
"Well, no one does tell they really get there. But I know I will be in Slytherin, all my family has been for generations."
"No Draco I mean I don't know. I don't know any of the houses." This made Draco laugh.
"I see I have much to teach you Harry, which I will."
"Thanks, Draco."
"Think nothing of it, Harry. After all, you have been raised by Muggles it the least I can do. So I guess you know nothing of Quidditch either then."
"Nope."
"You will love it." Then he was off, explaining about the different balls, the position of the seven players. The broomstick he wanted his father to get him. Draco then began talking about the different teams also. He was about to talk about the finer points of the game before he was interrupted.
"That you did dear."
"I'll wait for you, Harry." Draco bowed his thanks to the shop assistant and waited by the door.
"Thanks, Draco." Five minutes later he was done as well.
Harry paid for his robes and headed out the shop. "Well, I guess the drunken servant forgot about you." Hagrid was nowhere to be seen.
"He is the gamekeeper." Harry said defensively.
"Yeah lives in a hut in the ground. Gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed."
Harry smirked at this. "Well, maybe he has gone for another 'pick me up'. Draco said.
Harry laughed a little at this as they walked up to the book shop, and a tall man with blonde hair approached them.
"Father." Draco said.
"Hello, Draco, who do we have here." The man held out his hand.
"Harry Potter sir." He shook the man's hand.
"Lucius Malfoy it a pleasure to meet you, and such manners you have."
"Thank you, sir." Harry was not use to such kindness from a stranger.
"Father can I go view the broomsticks with Harry."
"Of course Draco meet myself, your Mother and Sister at Olivander's in an hour and a half."
"Of course Father."
With that, the boys headed up the street to where the Quidditch supply shop was.
"Do you need anything from your school shopping list?"
"I need to get my books and supplies still."
Harry looked at the parchment in his hand.
"Ah don't worry of that Harry."
"Huh?"
"You will see."
"Dobby." Draco called out, almost to no one.
"Master Draco sir." A small creature appeared and bowed lowly in front of Draco.
"Dobby would you go and purchased Harry;s school supplies for him."
"Of course Master Draco." The elf bowed lowly again.
"Do not forget, only the best potions ingredients for a first year. Harry give him your list and money, and Dobby will bring it to you when he is finished." Harry gave the elf 20 Galleons.
"Of course Master Draco sir." With that, the elf disappeared.
"What was that?"
"A house elf Harry they live to serve."
"Do they make a good pay."
"Do not think like a muggle my friend. They don't need paying their existence is to serve, it makes them happy." Harry was totally convinced. "You will learn in time, my friend." Draco smiled.
"Thanks, Draco."
Draco nodded his head in acknowledgement to Harry.
"Right let's go, Harry."
They arrived at Quality Quidditch supplies, Harry was in awe of all the different types of broomsticks and not one was for cleaning! Both boys looked around for quite a while, Harry purchased a miniature model of the Nimbus 2000, and a copy of Quidditch through the ages.
"Draco do you know anywhere to do casual clothes shopping?" Harry asked as they left the store.
"Of course, you will want to be going to, Twilfitt and Tattings." Draco led Harry there.
They spent around half an hour there. When Harry had bought a variety of casual robes and muggle clothes. This ranged from silky shirts and T-shirts to cotton ones, alongside some trousers and jeans, as well as a pair of muggle converse.
From that, they went to a bookstore, that sold a range variety of obscure books. Harry had a good look around as they both purchased a book on hexes and curses.
From there they went to a joke shop, and Harry brought Dung bombs and extra-large water bombs. It said 'just remove the string cored, watch them self-fill and self-tie.' They still had yet to find or even seen Hagrid, Draco must have been right, he was probably drinking.
At this point, Dobby had returned with all of Harry's school supplies in a trunk. Dobby was ecstatic to see Harry. Draco apologised really embarrassed.
Thankfully Harry did not mind and told Draco it had not been a problem. The only place left was to head to the wand shop, known as Olivander's.
"Drakey there you are!" An older looking girl called.
"Daisy how many times have I told you, you can not call me Drakey anymore.!" The girl stuck her tongue out.
"Now dear is that becoming of a young woman."
An elegant blonde woman said, stepping into the shop.
"No Mother." The woman smiled, as Daisy pouted.
"Is this a friend of yours Draco?" the woman asked.
"Yes Mother, this is Harry Potter." Draco replied in a polite tone, introducing Harry as his friend made Harry grin, he had never had a friend before.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Harry."
"Thank you, Mrs Malfoy, likewise."
"Such manners I am impressed."
Just then Lucius arrived.
"Ah, boys good to see you."
"Sir, have you seen Hagrid?" Harry asked the eldest Malfoy.
"Yes, Harry. I take it he was, supposed to be guiding you today." He said with a tone of distaste.
"Um, yes sir."
"Well, he was sat in a pub drunk, very drunk. In the leaky cauldron singing at the top of his voice. What was that old fool thinking to send him, to take care of you? I will bring this up at the governors meeting."
Harry looked nervous. "Don't worry Harry it not your fault. The fault solely lies with Dumbledore and Hagrid. He was supposed to be on Hogwarts business and gets drunk. I have to have it mentioned."
"Okay, sir." Harry nodded.
Harry if I may ask, why do you defend him. Or go to?" Daisy asked.
"Yeah, I been meaning to ask Harry."
"He rescued me from the Muggles, who treated me pretty bad. I guess I owe him some respect. My relatives never told me I was a wizard, they thought they could stamp it out of me."
Draco and Daisy looked disgusted.
"Harry this concerns me, that they treated you so poorly, surely Dumbledore checked up on you?" Harry shook his head.
"Would you like me to look into your removal?"
"You can do that?" Harry asked almost with hope.
"Why of course Harry. I guess that is a yes then."
"Yes sir thank you"
"Not a problem my boy, not a problem."
After this, an aged old man came out a back room.
"Ah Mister Malfoy, Mister Potter. Here to get your wands I guess?" The aged man asked. Both boys nodded.
"Who would like to try first?" The Malfoys tried to get Harry to, but he insisted on Draco first.
After what seemed ages, Draco's wand chose him.
"Interesting 10 inches Unicorn hair and made of Hawthorn. Very good for charms. "
Draco had made green a silver mist come out his wand. Everyone was applauding, including Harry.
"Slytherin colours." Mrs Malfoy explained to a rather confused looking Harry.
Harry watched as Draco paid his 7 galleons to buy his wand, and then it was his turn.
"Mr Potter I was wondering when I would be seeing you. He saw Harry scar. I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it." Mr Olivander announced as his finger brushed Harry scar.
Harry looked back confused not knowing what to say. What do you say to the man, who sold the weapon that killed your parents?
"If I knew what that wand was going out in the world to do, let's just say." He trailed off.
"Let's get you fitted then. What is your wand arm?" Focusing back on the task at hand.
"Er." Harry said confused, looking to Draco for help and reassurance.
"The hand you write with?" Mr Olivander responded in turn.
"Actually I am ambidextrous."
"Curious I have someone like that for about 55 years. Well, let's measure both your arms hold them out." The tape measure what was doing the measuring itself was measuring Harry all over, even between his nostril's. Mr Olivanderswas now explaining to him about the wands he makes. When he was handed his first wand to try.
"Maple with a core of Dragon Heart Strings."
Harry waved the foreign object in his hand and a window smashed.
"No definitely not." Mr Olivander waved his wand and fixed the window. This went on for a while, sometimes he did not even get to wave a wand, it was snatched straight back out his hand. With phrases like. 'No.' and '"Now let's try this one.' followed by the type of wand it was. Eventually, he waved his wand a few different colours shot out of it. The colours where red, green, yellow and blue. Harry had felt a warm feeling shoot through his arm. Everyone was applauding.
"Curious very curious. Holly and Phoenix tail feathers 11 inches."
"Sorry, what's curious?"
"I remember every wand I sold Mister Potter, every wand. It just so happens the Phoenix who tail feather resides within your wand, gave another feather just one other feather. It just so happens it brother gave you that scar. That was sold nearly about 55 years ago I would say as well. But it is clear we can expect great things from you. You Know who did great things, terrible but great."
Harry did not know what to say. He paid his seven galleons and left with, Draco and his family.
"Harry what do ya think you're doing running off!" Hagrid bellowed it was clear he was drunk, very drunk.
"Um Hi, Hagrid you weren't there so I went with Draco and his parents to finish my school shopping."
"You should have stayed put." He said gruffly you could smell the alcohol coming off him in waves.
"Mister Hagrid please do calm down. Harry perfectly safe with me. I am a school governor after all." Lucius spoke trying to defuse the situation that was brewing.
"One governor does not out rule the headmaster, he left Harry to my care."
"Yes, and what a splendid job you have done, getting drunk and when you should be watching him. I will be bringing this up at the next governors meeting Hagrid. You will be lucky to keep your job."
Hagrid tried to grab Lucius who quickly ducked out the way.
"Dear please take Harry and the children out of here."
"Of course Lucius." Narcissa responded Hagrid was getting enraged at this point.
"No Harry is to come with me Dumbledore's orders." Harry heard him yell as Narcissa hurried them off. She took them inside a restaurant
"Harry, would you like some lunch?" Narcissa spoke trying to take the children's mind of the great big oaf.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course Harry dear."
"Um yes please, thank you."
"Your welcome dear."
Harry sat down next to Draco and sighed, he was amazed by the wizarding world, just not by Hagrid.
"Well I see what you mean, Draco about him being a drunk."
"Yes quite." Draco responded.
"Well, he is normally drunk at meals." Daisy said.
"It would be wise to disassociate from him, as much as you can." Draco said.
"Very much so." Daisy said. Harry nodded in agreement.
They ordered their lunch Harry had ordered a chicken and mushroom pie. Draco had advised him to try pumpkin juice he complied and did not regret it. There were a loud bang and a huge thudding noise to the ground that shook the floor.
"Well, father has dealt with the Oaf." Daisy said almost casual.
"He is not dead is he?"
"Oh no dear, Lucius would have just stunned him so he could get away."
"Oh, that is good then." Harry said as the three Malfoys laughed.
They finished their meal and left to find Lucius.
"There you are, Lucius. What happened?"
"The Oaf tried to attack, a few people helped me restrain him. Dumbledore heard and came to his defence. He took the knocked out Oaf back to Hogwarts. The old fool."
"Wait he not being convicted?" Harry asked.
"No, that old fool was able to save him."
"Is he mad?"
"Completely off his rocker Harry." Daisy responded.
"Well, he sounds like it."
"You have much sense, Harry." Lucius responded. "I think you will do well in Slytherin, don't listen to the people who say about dark wizards coming from there or You-Know-Who. It just a handful. The other houses have produced dark wizards. Merlin was in Slytherin, it is a house for people with great ambition and heritage, like you Harry, we can expect greatness from you. I know it sounds like we expect too much, but it not. People know when someone will be great and that will be you.
I am sure Draco will take care of you."
"Of course father." Draco smiled. "Meet me on the train Harry. You will be able to meet some of my friends such as Pansy Parkinson.
"Wait, train?" Harry questioned
"Yes, the school train."
"Oh, the Oaf never told you anything. Well, I am sure he has your ticket, the train leaves from Platform 9 3/4 at Kings Cross Station." Draco began to tell him before he was rudely interrupted.
"Harry how good to finally meet you." An old man, old enough to be a grandfather stood with half-moon spectacles and a long white beard that was so long he could tuck it into his belt.
"Albus." Mr Malfoy said with distaste.
"Lucius thank you for taking care of Harry, but I must return him to his relatives."
"Albus I must say it should not really be up to you. You are not responsible for Harry so you can't say where he goes. I was going to invite Harry to the manor for the rest of the summer."
"I am sorry Lucius but I cannot allow that." The older wizard grabbed hold of Harry and started to lead him away.
"I will see you on the train Harry." Draco called as he realised Dumbledores game plan.
"Goodbye Harry." Lucius and Narcissa called.
"Bye thank you for everything." Harry managed to get in before he was transported back to Privet Drive.
Dumbledore made Harry's trunk hover, and with and horrible crack, that made him want to vomit. He was back in Privet Drive.
"What was that?" Harry asked him
"Apparition my boy, but you cannot do it tell you are seventeen."
"Why did you drag me away from them?"
"That is not of your concern my boy." Dumbledore smiled.
Before Harry tried to argue Dumbledore knocked on the Dursley's front door, leaving Harry dragging his trunk.
"Yes!" snarled Uncle Vernon.
The old man forced his way in, as Harry dragged his trunk.
"I cannot stay long. Now, do I take it you did not give Harry his letter?"
"what is it to you."
"I am Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. So I take it that is a no." He flicked his wand a letter came zooming down from upstairs. He handed it to Harry.
"Thank you." Harry said in awe at how skillfully Dumbledore had just done that.
"Your welcome Harry." He turned back to Uncle Vernon. "I am disgusted how you treated Harry. It looks bad on me and you. Now I hope you are treating him better from now on. Also, I insist you give him a ride to the station on September the first. I want him there by 10:50 am. If not, you will regret it." Dumbledore twisted his wand as he spoke.
Uncle Vernon looked terrified. He mumbled a resentful. 'Okay.' Dumbledore strode out "your ticket to Hogwarts Harry." The old man said handing him a small piece of card.
"Thank you."
With a nod he left, and with another loud crack! He was gone.
Uncle Vernon looked at Harry with disgust and walked into the living room, Harry dragged his trunk upstairs. No matter what Dumbledore just did he did not like or trust him. some of what he said, seemed to be to protect himself rather than protect Harry.
He got to his room and pulled the trunk through the door.
He read his letter and explained to Harry he was a wizard and what he had done the night his parents had died. Nothing he did not already know now.
Harry was very excited so he unwrapped his school packages the elf had got for Harry. He had brought numerous new clothes, now that he had money he was virtually free of being dependent on the Dursley's. he had decided to leave any of Dudley's old handy me downs behind.
Maybe he would not have to step foot back here again once he had left. He had looked through his new books, which were very interesting. The books he had purchased were;
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
An introduction to Alchemy by Vervin Artimus.
Then he had his two books he had got for extra reading; Quidditch through the ages, and 101 hexes and cures.
Harry kept to his room reading late into the night, wanting to be prepared for school. it was good that his Aunt and Uncle did not force him to do anything or shout at him, in fact, they did not speak to him at all. They were terrified, Dudley would not even stay in the same room as him. But Harry liked this, finally feeling he had some power over them.
On the last day of August, he asked his Uncle what time he would be taking him to Kings Cross, and Dudley screamed and ran from the room when he noticed Harry step in front of the TV.
"Will be leaving at nine boys. Where is this school anyway?"
"Planning a visit are you."
"Watch your cheek," Harry smirked.
"No just a strange way to get to a wizard school a train.
Magic carpets all got punchers have them."
"I don't know I just take the train at 11 o'clock, from platform nine and 3 quarters"
"Platform what?"
"Nine and 3 Quarters."
"Don't talk rubbish."
"It's on my ticket." Harry showed his Uncle.
"Barking. All right we will leave at ten then."
"Thank you." Harry left the room.
The next day Harry rose early changing into a set of his new clothes. He was ready way before the Dursley's got up. He had even bathed and made sure everything he owned was packed. The only thing he was leaving behind was Dudley's hand me downs. He was wearing a green t-shirt and a blue pair of jean with blue converse. He did not want to walk into the station in his robes, he would change on the train. He also had a fiendish plan. He was going to drop one of his dung bombs, in Uncle Vernon's new car, as he got out.
At ten his trunk had been loaded into the Dursley's car. Aunt Petunia had talked Dudley into sitting next to Harry and they had set off.
They had reached Kings Cross around 10:20. "Well have fun getting your little twizzle removed pig boy." Harry smirked, Dudley whimpered. Aunt Petunia ignored Harry. But pursed her lips tightly. Longing to fling insults at him.
he had heard aloud thud. Uncle Vernon had dumped Harry trunk at the curb. He had got back in.
"Out." he barked to Harry who smirked and without another word, stepped out of the car whilst dropping the dung bomb, as he got out. He saw green smoke fill the back, and heard retching coming from the car. They had started to drive away, as soon as he shut the door. Harry smirked to himself. Little did he know, a girl with long black hair was watching him with interest. She grabbed a second trolley, and struggling got it over to Harry with hers, stop just before him.
"Want a hand?" She said kindly
A/N: Sorry if this chapter was a bit borning, will soon pick up in chapters 2 or 3. Thanks for reading please review.