New Awakening

Diagon Alley

On that miraculously sunny day, the busy streets of Muggle London were packed with people. You could see many executives in their telephones walking fast paced towards the underground and elders taking strolls down the parks.

The three Potters apparated to an alley near Charing Cross Road, James with his son in his arms and Lily popping up to appearance a second after them.

“Are you okay, buddy? The first apparition can be pretty sickening.” James said tousling his own hair. Harry nodded.

“You choose what we’re going to eat, darling.” Lily said as James put the boy down, straightening his clothes. Harry was wearing jeans, a green t-shirt that matched his eyes and small trainers, as well as a light jacket since Lily insisted. All of that belonged to Theo when he was about nine and was shrunk to fit the small boy. To Harry, they were the nicest clothes he’d ever worn.

“I-I’ve n-never been o-out to e-eat before.” Harry mumbled and looked down. Lily in a heartbeat was kneeling down in front of him.

“Well, there must be a place where you always wanted to go.” She smiled trying not to let his comment affect her.

Seeing his son hesitate James put an arm around the small boy and applied pressure to his shoulder in reassurance. “There’s no wrong answer, little one. Come on, say what you’d love to eat.”

Harry analysed his father and unconsciously put his thumb in his mouth.

“Na-ah. Your hands are dirty, Harry.” Lily said taking the small hand in hers.

“C-Could w-we e-eat n-normal f-food?” The boy said quietly and cowered into himself, as if he expected to be struck in the head.

“Normal food that is!” James said excitedly ruffling Harry’s hair (ignoring the his flinch), deciding not to ask what the boy meant by ‘normal food’ and settling for a british food restaurant.

They walked side by side (with Harry in the middle, gripping his father’s hand tightly) until they found a not so cramped place to eat. 

James asked for a table for three in a secluded place and the family followed the waitress to a table on the corner. The same waitress gave them the menu and took her leave.

“Here, sweetheart, you can choose whatever you want.” Lily said opening in the page where the kids’ menu could be found for her son who was sitting on his legs.

Lily and James quickly choose their dishes and turned to look at Harry. The small boy was looking down and fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

“Hey, buddy, what’s the matter? Don’t you like anything?” James said sharing a look with his wife.

“N-No, sir! T-The f-food seems great b-but…” The boy said looking up quickly. He didn’t want to seem ungrateful.

“But what, Harry?” Lily asked carding her fingers through her son’s messy hair.