𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄 ; ʜᴘ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs

𝟎𝟎𝟓; ᴅɪᴀɢᴏɴ ᴀʟʟᴇʏ

THE CAMERA PANNED IN to show Euphemia, Fleamont and an eleven year old Harry walking beside each other in the lone and early streets of London.

Lily and James awed at their son, but suddenly felt guilty and saddened as they couldn't be there with him; for they knew what this day was.

"Effie, why are we leaving so early?" Harry meekly asked his grandmother, gazing up at her in adoration.

Sharing a small look with her husband, she responded in a gentle voice, "Well, Harry, we don't want to be stuck waiting in lines, do we?... right Monty?"

"No,,, no, of course not," Fleamont responded again, his hands fiddling with something in the pockets of his brown trench coat before removing his hand completely. He observes the street attentively before pushing Harry lightly towards a burnt out black building and opening the door.

The trio of Potter's walk inside and stand beside the doorway, observing the building. The camera switches scenes to view the insides of the pub. There were hardly any people inside, fourteen people including them, Fleamont counted quickly in his mind.

Looking up, Harry pulls lightly on his grandmother's hand and not to disturb the aura the pub has, he asks quietly, "Where are we, Grams?"

"This, my dear, is the Leaky Cauldron," She answers back quietly, her head then snaps towards him and a light smirk pulls at her full lips, "What did I say about calling me Grams, Harry?"

Harry's face turns a light pink, embarrassed even though it was a light scolding, "That it makes you feel old, sorry Auntie, is that better?"

"Don't worry mum, you'll never be old to me, even though you're as blind as a bat," James cheekily told his mother, thus receiving a smack on the head from her, Fleamont and Sirius.

Euphemia nods in response before tapping Fleamont's side and subtly nodding towards a large man, who seems to be as tall as two men would be if one was standing on the shoulders of the other. Harry gazes at him in awe and amazement, he had never seen someone so tall ― minus the time he saw a clown standing on stilts when his grandparents took him to the circus, but never like this.

Straining his ears, he along with his grandparents listened to him and who he learnt to be the bartender Tom have a small conversation.

"Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?" The graying man exclaimed in glee, catching the attention of the two figures who looked eerily identical at the end of the bar sipping on their drink.

The half-giant shook his head, holding his hands out before him and answering, "No thanks, Tom, I'm on official Hogwarts business."

Tom just smiled and nodded before pointing towards a door that led outside, Hagrid followed his hand and opened the door, walking outside to somewhere unknown.

Euphemia's grip on Harry's hand tightened slightly, she leaned in towards her husband and muttered, "They really were telling the truth, Monty, they said he would be here."

Alastor Moody raised his eyebrow, his magical eye was moving across the screen in record manner before he eventually sighed. His nerves had been playing up the entire time, but it never stopped him nor Amelia Bones from trying to find out details that would help them in the future.

In response, Fleamont nodded his head, lightly grasping Euphemia's arm and following Hagrid's footsteps. However, before they could walk past Tom, he once again exclaimed in glee that had somehow magnified in seconds, "Bless my soul, Euphemia and Fleamont Potter you don't like a day over twenty five!"