𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗬 | 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬

𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧

Aunt Petunia hurried me to get packing and when we were done she took me to the car and drived us to a small city in London. I didn't question her even though I was confused and she parked the car.

We walked a little ways away from the car and she stopped in front of a completely black store with no windows. The Leaky Cauldron the sign read.

"Harry, this is The Leaky Cauldron. If I remember correctly, there is a way into Diagon Alley through here. We can also stay the night if we are too tired to go back home after shopping."

I nodded in response and we walked in. It looked like an old tavern and we continued to walk to a front desk.

"'Ello, my name is Tom. How can I help you on this fine day?" asked the old man.

"Hello," my Aunt Petunia answered, "we need to go to Diagon Alley and maybe book a room for later tonight."

"For a Mr. Potter please."

Tom dropped the quill he was holding to write and looked up.

"Mr. Potter, did you say?"

"Yes," my confused Aunt replied, "Is there a problem with that?"

"No, no of course not!" the old bartender quickly defended, "It's just, he's the savior of the Wizardin' World!"

"Savior?" I echoed.

"Well, yeah. You defeated You-Know-Who!"

"I most definitely do not know who." I answered.

"You know, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!" He harshly whispered.

By this point, I think both me and my aunt were completely lost. I was about to ask who exactly who's person with way to many hyphens in their name was, when a giant man - that looked like a giant with more hair than face - walked in. I stared at him with my bright green eyes and his eyes quickly found mine.

"'Arry! 'Arry is that really you?!"

The man that had a strong accent started making their way towards us and he looked at Tom and said, "Private room, eh' Tom?"

"Of course! Anything for the Boy-Who-Lived!"

Now, he was completely confuzzled. (A/N I laughed while writing this - I'm weird that way) All Harry and his Aunt had wanted, was to go to Diagon Alley to get supplies and maybe even a room to stay the night. And now, it turned into a 'Boy-Who-Lived' parade.

The hairy man, along with Tom, led them into a room in the back of the pub and closed the door. Harry heard a click signalling it had been locked. Harry was getting suspicious and while the man looked nice enough - maybe even too nice - looks can be deceiving.

"Wow 'Arry I can't believe it! Yer' already starting at 'Ogwarts 'eh?" asked the man giant.

"Well, yes I suppose I am. I don't mean to be rude," he eased, "but do I know you?"