Quid Futurum (Marauders Era)

Chapter 4

August 2, 1991

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In Downtown London, Harry is reading his school equipment list while he and Kiera are walking through the streets.

They could have taken the floo or apparated, but Harry wanted to experience the trip to Diagon Alley the same way his godmother, a muggle born, did for the first time.

He has known he was a wizard since he was a little child, yet this is one of the few times he was ever going to visit a wizarding location. Until he was old enough, his godmother made sure he didn't have too much exposure to the wizarding world.

An abandoned looking building is shown, the words, "The Leaky Cauldron" magically appear on a seemingly blank sign as they draw closer to it.

As Kiera goes to open the door, she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she was met with the beaming face of Rubeus Hagrid, who Kiera had first encountered when she was only a first-year student, and he motions for them enter the loud pub.

She asked, perplexed, "Hagrid, what are you doing here?"

A voice cut him off before he could respond.

"Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?"

"No, thanks, Tom. I'm on official Hogwarts business. Just helping young Harry here buy his school supplies."

Having no recall of asking Hagrid for help, Kiera arched an eyebrow at this.

"Bless my soul. It's Harry Potter."

The pub goes dead silent, not even a cricket could be heard.

Never having witnessed the pub become utterly silent, people's jaws drop.

Harry looks confused as people come and shake his hand.

"Welcome back, Mister Potter. Welcome back."

"Doris Crockford, Mister Potter. I can't believe I'm meeting you at last."

A wizard in a purple turban approaches Harry.

"Harry P-Potter. C-can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you."

"Hello, professor. I didn't see you there. Harry, this is Professor Quirrell. He'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher at Hogwarts."

"Oh. Nice to meet you."

Quirrell looks at Harry's hand but shies away from it, making him raise his brow in confusion and suspicion. Meanwhile, Kiera is keeping a close eye on him with distrust in her eyes.

"F-fearfullly fascinating subject. N-not that you need it, eh, Potter?"

"Yes, well, must be going now. Lots to buy."

"Good-bye."

They leave, and end up in a small dead end alley.

"See, Harry, you're famous."

"But why am I famous, Hagrid?"

"We'd like to know that too," cried everyone in the Great Hall.

"All those people back there, how is it they know who I am?"

"I'm not sure I'm exactly the right person to tell you that, Harry." Hagrid stated and hesitantly added while avoiding Kiera's pointed glare, "I'm sure your godmother would tell you soon."

Hagrid taps the brick wall in a pattern, causing the bricks to retract and create an archway.

"Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley."