The Lost Son has a Son?

The Freedom Continues

Harry got his food, finished up his conversation with Tom because Tom had to start to help other patrons since it was getting close to the daily noon rush (albeit being lighter since it was a Monday), and focused on eating the delicious food, so his stomach could handle it. Soon enough Harry was full and still had a bit of fruit and a sliver of a small piece of toast left. Harry finished his milk, took a deep breath, felt his shrunken trunk in his pocket, resmoothed and checked his fringe was properly covering his scar, readjusted his hood to hide his face, made eye contact with Tom and nodded goodbye, who nodded back with a smile in his eyes since he was talking to another patron, and stood up and left the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry looked at the bank once he entered Diagon Alley, following another patron who also was leaving the pub. Harry did not want to take a chance of his magical signature being caught by even as something as small as the needed magic to tap the on the brick and open it into the alley. He decided he would go to the bank after looking in Knockturn Alley and getting a room at the White Wyvern for a night. He had enough wizarding money to do some light shopping and to get food and a room at the Wyvern for a night or too from his time last year in the Wizarding World and at Hogwarts. Unlike many people thought, Harry was not a pampered by his relatives and because of this he knew how to save the little muggle money he was able to get from the Dursley's, mainly change that Petunia let him keep from whatever was left from his grocery run for the Dursleys, when Vernon was not home, or not looking. He also knew how to save his wizarding money despite splurging for once in his life, for candy on the trolley for first year and every year since.

Harry double checked his hood was covering his face, hunched over a bit while still trying to look like he knew where he was going and walked into Knockturne Alley.

"Come and get these fresh fingernails," screeched an aged witch. She shoved the jar of what looked like human fingernails in some murky liquid into Harry's face.

Harry firmly spoke from under his hood and made it so he was looking the witch, but she could not see under his hood and he said, "No thank you miss," in his best attempt at a firm voice, and kept walking. A few more peddlers asked him if they wanted to buy their wears, for instance a hag was trying to sell him some type of creature's eyeballs in a jar, and another haggard wizard tried to sell him a potion that was supposed to make its drinker sing bawdy songs repeatedly, until it ran out, or they could be given the antidote potion, which came with the purchase at a higher fee of course. With all these peddlers, Harry remained firm and repeated what he said to the first witch, but just phrased differently depending who he was talking too, and soon enough the peddlers decided he was not there to spy on the alley or was there for trouble.

With the peddlers no longer haggling him, Harry quickly stood off to the side of the alley and looked down the streets to see where he wanted to go first. There was a tattoo parlor, Borgin and Burkes which he passed at the beginning of the alley, what looked like to be a wizarding barber, an apothecary, and various other stores that probably sold darker artefacts. Harry also saw the sign for the White Wyvern farther down in the Alley. Harry decided he wanted to get a tattoo and see if they could also pierce his ears, like he saw at the few muggle parlors that were in Little Whinging. Whenever he walked past with the Dursleys in his childhood, Petunia and Vernon, would always sneer at the shop, and Dudley and Vernon both made fun of any male who they saw coming out of the shop with their ears pierced. Harry remembered one time when they were about to walk past the small tattoo shop in Little Whinging, "The Dancing Skeleton."

Before they could walk past, a man walked out with a sleeve of tattoos on both arms and cool, small black gauges in his ears and the top of his cartilage on both ears had one silver ring in each ear. Harry thought the young man looked wicked at the time, but the Dursleys disagreed. Vernon sneered and shoved passed the man with Dudley right behind him, and spoke loudly to Dudley and Petunia, "Men shouldn't pierce, their ears, that man was probably a fairy and only freaks get tattoos. I bet he will never be able to get a decent job."