Chapter 8
Chapter 8
On the way to london, harry had been told everything there was to know about Hogwarts. The storm had finally calmed down, to be honest he had always looked down on the ocean, he didn’t know why. It was just this gut feeling that the ocean sucked. He never liked it. Any body of water just sucked. They were just terrible things that could drown you and your friends at any given moments. But anyways. As they arrived in london, Hagrid took harry to this place called "the leaky cauldron" which was a shabby inn with tons of odd looking people. They were all dressed like it was the 1600. Hagrid greeted a few people on his way in, Harry had to admit he was nervous. He had never been in a room with so many people before. That is when he heard it, "oh no thanks ‘m ‘ust takin’ youn’ mister Potter here to get his school supplies!" Hagrid laughed out. Harry felt all eyes on him. The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Harry felt his hands shake and his breath picking up the pace. That was, until an older looking woman shook his hand and greeted him happily. "Truly an honor mister potter!" The room erupted in people introducing themselves and greeting little Harry. He suddenly had a flash, as if of a memory, of people greeting him with respect as a king… a king of what? Who knows! Certainly not Harry. Harry was snapped back to reality by a man grabbing his hand and shaking it violently out of, excitement? But why was that? Why were all these people so excited to meet him? he was just Harry! Ugly scar Harry as Dudley sometimes called him. Harry couldn’t help but smile. Finally people who cared. Apart from Athena that was. "Ah! Professor! Harry! Come meet professor Quirrel! He will be your defense again’ the dark arts teachah!" Hagrid called out from across the room, his voice booming through the entire inn. Harry practically ran. He was so excited to see what kind of character this teacher would be. He imagined an impressive person with a stoic and intelligent demeanor. He was quite disappointed to find out his teacher was in fact a rather short man, wearing a turban and speaking in a manner similar to his, only with more stuttering. Not at all the charismatic character he had imagined. He thought for a moment. This person was… different from the rest. He was disabled like harry. Harry couldn’t help but smile. In the end it didn’t matter if his teacher stuttered, he was like harry! And he did magic! Like Harry! "Professor" Harry interrupted Hagrid’s and the professor’s conversation, "i think you’re super cool" Quirel, who at first looked terrified to hear what Harry had to say, suddenly looked shocked. He seemed to be in deep thought. Harry feared he had offended him. Luckily, Quirel smiled and stuttered out " t-thank y-y-you my b-boy!" His smile was almost guilty. Though Harry didn’t know why. Hagrid looked at his clock, his eyes widening "blimey! Woul’ you look a’ the time! Sorry professor! We best be goin’!" Hagrid cracked a smiled at the professor and left with harry. harry simply waved goodbye and smiled.
"Hagrid? How is it that all these people knew who i was?" Harry asked curiously cocking his head to the side. Something he found himself doing quite often sonce he began working with Athena. "I’m no’ sure ‘m the righ’ person to tell you tha’ Harry" Hagrid pulled out his pink umbrella and began tapping multiple stones on the brick wall that was in front of them. Then, like magic (probably because it was), the wall opened up and lead them to a huge alley full of people and shops. Hagrid brought Harry over to Gringots, well after Harry mentioned he had no money. Upon arriving, harry looked around to all the odd creatures that populated the bank. “Goblins”Hagrid whispered. Harry nodded in understanding. Not that he did understand. This still seemed insane to him. He wondered what goblins were up to in a bank, especially so well dressed. Weren’t goblins usually really poorly dressed? A voice in the back of his mind whispered "no" but harry shook it off as his unconscious. As they walked over to what seemed to be the main goblin, the main goblin noticed them. He stopped writing in his book and asked for their business. "Young mister Potter here would like to make a withdrawal." Hagrid said, clearing his throat. The goblin stared, as if judging them. "And," he answered, this time sounding like he was judging them. "Does young mister potter have his key?" The goblin smirked at Harry’s confusion. That was until Hagrid. "Oh! I have it here somewhere!" He exclaimed. Searching his coat and pockets in search of Harry’s key. He handed the key, as well as an envelope to the goblin. "Oh and there is this too." He whispered. "Its for you know what in vault you know which" the goblin, shocked, whispered back "very well" they were then lead to a cart by another goblin, and taken to a vault. Number 713. Once the door was opened, harry peaked inside and was disappointed to see a small package. Hagrid went and picked it up. "Best not to mention this to anyone Harry." Hagrid was serious. Harry nodded. They then went over to harry’s vault. Which upon being opened, Harry couldn’t help but feel like he was dreaming again. His vault was full of money and gold. “Didn’ think you’ parents lef’ you nothin’ now did ya?" Hagrid smiled and gave harry a small pouch and explained to harry the value of each coins. Hagrid was surprisingly good at math for someone who couldn’t spell. He must have some sort of issue with spelling, Harry thought to himself. As they left the bank, Harry could not help but think about the small package that hagrid took.
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