Raised By A Killer // Harry Potter FanFic //

A Trip To Diagon Alley

"Mum!" I yell as I run down the stairs from my room and into the kitchen. My light brown curly hair bounced around my shoulders with every step. "Mum I need to ask you something!" I yelled again when I was close to the bottom of the staircase.

It was August 31st, and I hadn't been to Diagon Alley to collect any new books or quills for the school year yet.

"What?" My mother snaps as she looks up from the Daily Prophet and folds it in half. Normally I would get frightened when she snapped like that, but I had other things on my mind.

"Um, well, it's almost time to go back to school, and I haven't got any of my new books. And I need new quills and parchment. And, well, since you found...my cat dead, I thought I could get an owl for this year. And that way I can write more," I say as I sit on the couch across from Mum.

"Write? Who would you need to write too?" She asks suspiciously.

"Well, er...you," I say trying not to sound like I was mocking her.

"Very well. Auntie Nissy said she was taking Draco into London today so I could arrange for you to meet her there."

"But Mum!" I begin to complain immediately, "Draco never talks to me anymore!"

"Well, I'm not surprised, you were sorted into Gryffindor and not Slytherin after all."

"Mum that was five years ago! He should grow up! I can't help it the sorting hat put me there. You said it ran in families, but you and Dad were in Slytherin. Do you know why I'm Gryffindor?"

"That's enough!" My mother yells, clearly uncomfortable. "Go get into your Muggle clothes and I'll tell your Auntie you'll see her there."

I slump off the couch and storm upstairs. My mother was getting very angry lately, and I had no idea why.

I change into a pair of denim jeans and a plain white t-shirt, put on my white converse shoes and grab some of my own money out of the small box next to my bed.

I put my hair up in a pony tail and head downstairs to see the newspaper burning in the fireplace.

"Nothing good in the paper Mum?" I ask as I always did when she burnt the paper. I don't know why she does it. It doesn't make sense to me, but after the last time I asked her, I'm not going there again. I've never read the Daily Prophet before because Mum says it's full of lies.

Mum ignores my usual question as she gives me the key to my vault at Gringotts.

"Don't-"

"Lose it, yeah yeah, you say it every time," I say and laugh.

"Have fun, and make sure you get a decent owl that won't die." Mum says and gives me a short quick hug. She wasn't an affectionate person.

I nod and walk over to the fire place and grab some Floo Powder.

I chuck it in the fire place, and just before the flames turn green and I step in and yell 'Diagon Alley,' I see five words on the front of the newspaper that make me feel uneasy.

POTTER, THE BOY WHO LIES

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I cough as I emerge into the alley full of my favourite shops. Why has Harry been accused of lying in the Daily Prophet?

Of course it could just be lies like my Mum says the Prophet does, or I could have missed something over the holidays, because I didn't have an Owl, and if I did I wouldn't write my friends anyway. At Hogwarts, I have six friends; Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom. We are all Gryffindor.