Chapter 3
Harry and Tom strolled through the bustling streets of Diagon Alley, enjoying the sights and sounds of the wizarding world. Tom, now nine years old, had grown and lost the baby fat from his cheeks, but he still looked adorable and cute with his brown-gray eyes sparkling with curiosity. Harry, on the other hand, had become more muscular and athletic, his body well sculpted from years of Quidditch and training. His wild black hair gave him a rugged charm and his emerald green eyes shone with adoration as he looked at Tom.
As they passed shops selling magical supplies and magical creatures, Harry began explaining the world of magic to Tom. He told her the history of the wizarding world, the great wizarding wars and the powerful magical families that had shaped it.
Tom listened intently, his eyes widening in astonishment at the stories Harry was telling him. Harry explained that Tom was different from other children, that he was special, just like Harry. He told Tom about his own upbringing, his life with the Dursleys not in great detail, and how he found out he was a wizard.
As they walked through the bustling market, Harry began explaining to Tom the world of magic and how they were different from the rest. He explained how being a wizard or witch was something special and that not everyone had the gift of magic. Harry explained that while someone might come from a pureblood family, that didn't necessarily mean they were more powerful than someone who came from a Muggle family.
"Tom," said Harry, "the fact is that blood does not define who you are or how powerful you can be. Some of the most powerful and talented wizards and witches in history were not purebloods. Take Albus Dumbledore, for example. He was a wizard of Muggle descent and yet he was one of the most powerful and respected wizards of his time."
Tom looked at Harry with wide eyes, taking in the information. Tom had thought being a pureblood was something he could be proud of, but Harry's words had made him realize that there was more to being a wizard than just blood status.
Tom's eyes lit up in wonder as he listened to Harry's stories, absorbing each word with fascination. Harry took her to Flourish and Blotts, the famous bookshop in Diagon Alley, and showed her books on spells, potions and magical creatures.
As they headed to Gringotts, the wizarding bank, Harry explained to Tom the importance of the bank to the wizarding world. They marveled at the heaps of galleons, sickles, and nuts in bank vaults, and Harry explained how the wizarding economy worked.
As they were leaving the bank, they were approached by a group of goblins. Tom was fascinated by their long, pointed ears and sharp teeth. Harry explained to him the important role goblins played in wizarding society and the unique relationship between wizards and goblins.
Afterwards, they went to Ollivander's wand shop, where Harry told Tom about the importance of a wizard's wand and how it chooses its owner. Ollivander measured Tom for his wand, where Harry explained the importance of a wand and how it was essential to a wizard's power and after trying several different ones, one wand chose Tom's wand is yew, with one inside and measures 33 centimeters, the feathers contained in Tom and Harry's wands both come from the same phoenix.
"Your wand is your most important tool, Tom," Harry said. "It's what helps you channel your magic and perform spells. The wand chooses the wizard, not the other way around."
Tom listened intently, his eyes shining with wonder and excitement. He had always been curious about magic, but Harry's explanations made it all the more fascinating.
As they continued their walk down the aisle, Harry also talked to Tom about the importance of using magic responsibly and for good. He pointed out that power can corrupt and that it is up to each wizard to use their abilities wisely.
"You have a special gift, Tom," said Harry. "And with great power comes great responsibility. It's up to you to use your magic for good and help make the world a better place."
Tom nodded, taking Harry's words to heart. He knew he had a lot to learn, but he also felt a sense of pride and excitement about being a wizard and using his powers for good. hen they reached the end of the aisle, Harry turned to Tom with a smile. "I hope I was able to show you a bit of what it means to be a wizard, Tom," he said. "Remember you're special and different, but that's what makes you great. Embrace your magic and use it wisely."
Tom looked at Harry with a smile, feeling grateful to have the opportunity to learn from someone he admired so much. He knew he still had a lot to learn, but he felt excited and inspired to be a wizard and use his powers to make a difference in the world. Together, Harry and Tom walked down the aisle, ready to continue their journey of discovery and magic.
Finally, they stopped at the Leaky Cauldron, the famous wizarding pub, for a butterbeer. Tom sipped his drink, a strawberry diabolo, still impressed with the magical world Harry had shown him.
Harry looked at Tom and saw himself reflected in the young boy's eyes. He saw the same thirst for knowledge, the same thirst for adventure and the same sense of wonder that he felt when he found out he was a wizard. As they left the pub and returned to the muggle world, Harry knew that Tom had a special fate. He knew Tom had the potential to become one of the greatest wizards of his generation, just like Harry. Tom looked at Harry with admiration and gratitude, grateful for the magical world Harry had shown him. Harry smiled back, knowing he had made a difference in the young boy's life.
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Harry and Tom walked through Diagon Alley, admiring the shops and magical sites around them. Tom was fascinated by the world of magic and couldn't believe his luck in having Harry as his adoptive father.
"Harry, that's amazing!" exclaimed Tom, looking around in wonder. "I can't believe this is real!"
Harry smiled at her, ruffling his hair affectionately. "I know, that's something, isn't it? There's so much to see and learn here."
Tom nodded impatiently, his eyes wide with excitement. As they walked, they noticed some people passing by staring at Harry, and Tom couldn't help but feel a little irritated.
"Why are they looking at you like that, Harry?" he asked, frowning.
Harry shrugged, not noticing the attention he was getting. “Oh, I don't know. Maybe they can sense my magic or something.
Tom frowned. "But they don't even know you. It's not fair."
Harry chuckled. "Don't worry about it, Tom. It's just part of being a wizard. Some people are more powerful than others, and they can feel it in each other. It doesn't mean anything evil."
Tom still didn't like it, but he didn't want to ruin their day by being grumpy. They continued their walk, exploring the various shops and attractions in Diagon Alley. Harry showed Tom how to choose a wand, and they visited the magical menagerie, where Tom was delighted to see all sorts of creatures he had never heard of before.
As they walked, Harry told Tom about the wizarding world and what it meant to be a wizard. He told Tom about the different types of magic, and how it wasn't just about spells and potions, but also about using his mind and intuition.
"You see, Tom," Harry said, his eyes shining with passion. "Being a wizard is about more than just having power. It's about using that power for good and making the world a better place. That's what I've always tried to do, and it's I hope you will too."
Tom nodded solemnly, taking in Harry's words. He knew Harry was special and he admired him for it. He could feel Harry's power radiating from him, like a warm, comforting presence he knew he could always count on.
"Harry," Tom said, his voice soft and serious. "I'm so glad you adopted me. I know I'm different and I don't really belong somewhere else. But with you, I feel like I have a family and a purpose. "
Harry's heart swelled with affection for his young protege. He put an arm around Tom's shoulders, pulling him closer. "You are special, Tom. And you belong to me. I promise I will always be there for you, no matter what."
Tom smiled at Harry, feeling a sense of belonging he had never felt before. He knew Harry was his, and he was Harry's, and that was all that mattered. As they continued their walk through Diagon Alley, Tom felt a sense of peace and contentment that he knew he would always cherish.