Detective Harry Potter

Diagon Alley

Harry felt the most terrible feeling when he grabbed Hagrid's hand it was like he was being squeezed into a tiny tube he was gonna die but just as he thought he couldn't take it anymore it ended and they where back on the ground somewhere else. Harry did not have much time to take in the place before running abit away from Hagrid so as not to puke on him once Harry finished puking he went back to Hagrid apologized before being told

"It's al'right most wizards puke their first couple' o times apparating."

Harry looked around now that he didn't feel like puking and he loved what he saw.

Harry POV

Once I was finally able to look around I loved it, the whole place was gorgeous every aspect of it. The buildings where in weird shapes and there was lots of people dressed weirdly, holding sticks that I guess are wands given the fact that their wizards. Outsides the stores there was stuff flying around popping and cracking some creating poofs of colourful smoke like stuff almost competing for the attention but I guess that's exactly what they where doing.

Hagrid took me to a large building, with pillars and intercut designs. People filing in and out of it.

"This is the bank we can get money from the vault the used to belong to yer dad." I followed Hagrid as he walked up to a counter and talked to a weird looking creature, a goblin he whispered to me after seeing my confused face. The goblin showed us to a cart where another one drove us to my dad's vault and let's just say the ride was terrible.

Ron POV

I sat in a compartment, alone except my thoughts of how my school career would go. I'm super nervous to say the least but hopefully I'll make friends. Just as Ron thought that last thought his compartment opened and a boy with messy black hair stood in the doorway.

"Ummm excuse me but could I sit here?" His head was down and you could tell he was shy. The boy looked up just enough for Ron to see most of his face. "I'm Harry by the way."

"Come in" Ron invited Harry in "I'm Ron Weasley this is my first year"

"Mine too"

"What's you last name"

"Potter" Wait Potter is he Harry Potter. Well obviously but whoa.

"Bloody Hell your Harry Potter"

"Yes that's my name what's the big deal"

"Can I see your scar" to say Harry looked shocked was an understatement.

"How do you know about my scar" Harry asked, confused but none the less lifting his hair to show the lighting bolt shaped scar.

"Awsome mate I can't believe your THE Harry Potter. In my year to."