Chapter 8
6 Months later
Harry's p.o.v
Harry smiled at Hermione's profile as she sat beside him. It had been about six months since they left that playground together. The missing posters have gone up relatively quickly after she had disappeared. Harry knew her family was searching for her, but he couldn't really seem to bring himself to care. She didn't belong with them, she was magic and he was all the family she needed.
"Hermione," Harry said, bringing her attention to him, "I am going to show you Diagon Alley today."
"Really!" Replied Hermione and bright smile brought to her youthful face. "I can not wait to see the magical world for myself!"
Harry could not wait for her to see it either, and he expressed that to her. He still remembers the first time he saw the Magical world himself, many many lifetimes ago, The feeling of home in a place he had never been or seen, a home away from the sham that was his 'childhood home'.
Harry grabber Hermione's hand and laced their fingers together, getting lossed in the streets of London was not on his agenda for today, and with both of them being very small, that raised the stakes.
Finally, there was a break in the crowds and the shabby sign for the Leaky Cauldron could be seen above the door. Harry lead Hermione into the shop, There where very few people in the bar, only an older couple, in the far corner with their copies of the Profit and a group of middle-aged men, who looked to be on some form of lunch break. Harry assumed they worked in the alley. Tom was at the bar, not doing much other than the occasional refill for the group of men.
Harry and Hermione approached him, Hermione was very quiet, looking around at all of the new things. Harry, on the other hand, fixed his hair to make sure it covered his scar and musterd up his best child-like voice.
"Excuse me, sir? Could you open the alley, we got separated from our mum?" Tom looked at the pair for a second before breaking into his toothless smile.
"Sure kid!" He stepped out from behind the bar and led to the back where the iconic brick wall stood. A tip-tap from his wand later and there was the arch leading into Diagon Alley.
The Alley was quiet, as it was a weekday, there where some mothers with children who were too young for school. A few older witches and wizards where there as well, getting some shopping done in the midday.
Harry glanced over at Hermione, a smile spread over his face once again. She was staring around in awe, an awe that was only able to come from a child. Like getting a lollypop, or a new plushie, except on a grand scale. He tugged on her hand.
"Let's head to Gringotts!" Then he pulled her along again.
"Gringotts?" She asked puzzled at the strange word.
"The Bank!" Harry grinned and pointed at the large lopsided building, looming over the alley.
The pair raced along the almost empty street and up into the bank, gaing strange looks from the guards and the few patrons inside. They made their wat to the teller, who sneered at the children.
"I would like to take a Blood inheritance test," Harry said firmly, but soft enough that prying ears could not hear.
"On what grounds, young man?" The goblin raised an eyebrow looking tried of the kids.
Harry swept aside his bangs for a moment, showing his scar, the teller's greenish face paled and then nodded once.
"Of course young sir"
Hermione looked confused at all of this and was looking back and forth between the pair, trying to solve the mystery.
Harry smirked and then nodded back.