Harry Potter and the Truth (English)

2. Diagon alley dan Gringotts

Today Harry and the Dursley's travelled to London in Vernon's car, they certainly didn't want to leave any unnecessary magical residue and end up being tracked by the Ministry of Magic.

Their first destination was Vernon's 'home', Grimmauld Place number 12. Vernon parked his car in front of the fence before mumbling something and then inviting his family to enter the house.

How disgusting the place was after a dozen years of being uninhabited, Petunia winced in disgust when she saw the whole house which was a mess full of dust and so humid that it was overgrown with mould. As for Vernon, his face heated up at the sight of the house.

"KREACHER!!!" Vernon shouted until his voice echoed throughout the house, accompanied by a loud popping sound that gave rise to a dwarf creature with tennis ball-sized eyes, pointed ears and a disgusting musty outfit.

"Kreacher to the lord" The creature bowed slightly then looked up at Vernon "The Old Purebloods are gathered here, Kreacher is pleased and Madame Black will be very pleased!" The creature spoke shrillly

"What have you been doing here? Can't you see that this room is as bad as a rubbish bin? As a descendant of Black I order you to clean the whole house, because for a few weeks we will be staying here!" Vernon said firmly.

"Yes Mr Black!" Kreacher bowed and walked away from them.

"Gosh, that thing is so disgusting. If I didn't know what it was, I'd gladly burn it with my blue fire!" Dudley spluttered in disgust

"Go to your room on the second floor, stow your bags and get dressed. We'll wait by the fireplace" Vernon said finally.

Harry and Dudley finally went to the second floor to store their things and change, then immediately went downstairs to join Petunia and Vernon at the fireplace.

Vernon waved his hand at Dudley and Harry followed by the glamour spell that now enveloped them. No longer was Harry the sweet, reddish-brown haired Harry with green eyes and scars, but the yellowish-blond Harry with bright blue eyes that Dudley was sure to love. Whereas Dudley was no longer a tall and rather plump boy with black hair and brown eyes, but a boy with dirty blonde hair and dark grey eyeballs.

"A little platinum in my hair, and I'll be a Malfoy" Dudley stared at the mirror in disgust at his eyes, anyone who passed by him would have thought he was a Malfoy if they hadn't noticed his darker hair colour mixed with black strands, oh let's not forget Harry's thoughts who saw him as a grey hair (dudley imagines a grandfather's hair).

"Stop protesting, use this floo powder and shout loudly DIAGON ALLEY! I don't want to Apparate, it will leave a big trail of magic" Vernon handed the floo powder to Dudley who immediately shouted and disappeared in the fireplace.

"Here Harry, shout loudly!" Vernon handed the floo powder to Harry who took it and walked to the fireplace.

"DIAOGONALLY!" Harry shouted and disappeared into the fireplace.

"Wait, what did he say?" Vernon looked at his wife who had woken up from her confusion.

"Diagonally?"

Harry fell into a fireplace, he would never get used to Floo. Harry got up and dusted off his clothes, looking around with a furrowed brow. This wasn't one of the fireplaces in the Leaky Couldron. He looked around, until a sound made him hide.

Platinum hair? Oh that would be Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy to be precise. Harry knew it, oh anyone would recognise him instantly even if he was wearing robes and a mask oh god Harry grimaced at that.

A few moments of Malfoy and the shopkeeper arguing, ending with Malfoy slamming the door and leaving.

Harry slipped out of the shop, seeing a familiar sight and not to forget the many curious eyes watching him. Harry tried to cover his shocked face with a flat Pure Blood expression and put his hood up, walking away ignoring the people there and choosing to walk away. walking ignored the people there and chose to try to quickly leave the place that was clearly not Diagon alley.