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Chapter XIII
July 1991
If he hadn’t been expecting it Harry would have been quite shocked by the letter he now held in his hands.
Mr. Harry Potter

Front bedroom

Mount Street Flat

London
This was how the envelope was addressed. The back of the envelope was adorned with the Hogwarts crest.
“Grandfather,” Harry called down the hall, as near to yelling as he ever came inside the flat.
“What is it Harry?” Ginger asked as he stepped into the hall.
“My letter came,” Harry replied, a grin spreading across his face. “May I open it?”
“Can’t reply to it unless you do, can you?” Ginger teased.
“No sir,” Harry grinned.
“Why don’t you come into the parlour,” Ginger suggested. “I’m sure the others would like to hear the letter as well.”
Harry nodded, eagerly following his grandfather back to the parlour.
“What news old boy?” Bertie asked as the two of them entered the room.
“My letter came Bertie,” Harry replied.
“Already?” Bertie asked. “Surely you’re not old enough for the letter yet?”
Harry having grown used to Bertie’s brand of teasing easily ignored him. “Shall I read it now?” he asked his grandfather.
“Certainly.”
Harry opened the letter and began to read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY*

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Harry Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Setting aside the top page, Harry then read the list of supplies which appeared on the second page. “Can we go to Diagon Alley soon Grandfather?” he eagerly asked.
Ginger smiled. He imagined similar scenes occurred in most magical homes. In fact he would say magical children were likely the only group in which the majority were excited to be attending school. “Has Hermione received her letter yet?”
“I don’t think so,” Harry replied after some thought. “But Amelia said that a staff member would take her because she’s a muggleborn and isn’t supposed to know about the Wizarding world.”
Ginger opened his mouth, about to say they could go to the Alley whenever Harry liked when he saw a thoughtful look on Biggles’ face. “You’ve thought of something?” he asked.
“Dumbledore hasn’t shown any sign that he knows of Harry having left the Dursley’s, has he?”
“Amelia hasn’t mentioned it,” Ginger answered.
“As we can presume she would do so we must assume the man is still in the dark. I don’t really see how he could be considering the monitoring charm he had on Harry but then I suppose that only further proves he has been derelict in his duties.”
“All very true old boy but what is the jolly point?” Bertie asked, putting his oar in.
“The point is that we should be foolish to tip our hand any sooner than is necessary. Hermione is certainly not the only muggleborn in the U.K. Furthermore we can assume muggleborns will be in the Alley, with Hogwarts staff, in the weeks leading up to the beginning of school.”
“Of course,” Algy said, “and if they see Harry in company other than the Dursleys they may report it to Dumbledore.”
“But Biggles would the staff know what the Dursley family look like?” Ginger asked.
“There is no way to know but it is best to err on the side of caution. If you don’t take Harry until his birthday, when he will be able to become fully emancipated in the Wizarding world, it will be too late for Dumbledore to cause problems. Always assuming of course that he would be informed and would wish to interfere. We still don’t know his motivations, it is possible that he was doing what he thought best.”
“You don’t really believe that?” Ginger asked incredulously.
“If I’m honest no I don’t,” Biggles admitted, much to the relief of the others. “However, until we know the reasons for his actions we can’t possibly guess what his future actions might entail.”
Harry couldn’t hide his disappointment. “I won’t be able to shop with Hermione either, will I?”
“I’m sorry laddie, but I don’t think it would be a good idea,” Biggles replied. Unknown to Biggles Hermione had her own ideas on the subject.
Harry turned to Ginger. “Grandfather?” He greatly respected Biggles and the others but his grandfather had the final say. One look at the man’s face and Harry knew he agreed with Biggles.
“I think Biggles is right Harry, lad.”
“It won’t be so bad old boy,” Bertie stated. He hated to see the boy feeling so low. “You and Hermione will be able to shop together next year and you can certainly look over your schoolbooks together.”
“I guess,” Harry mumbled. “May I be excused?”
“You may,” Ginger replied. He didn’t enjoy disappointing the child but it was best to remain cautious until after Harry’s birthday. Once he gained his emancipation in the Wizarding world Dumbledore would be powerless to dictate anything of Harry’s life except where it pertained to school. He was of course powerless now but he was apparently unaware of this fact. As Biggles had said they would be foolish to tip their hand any sooner than necessary.

July 1991

Granger household
Dan and Emma stared at the pig now standing where their coffee table had stood only seconds before. As a demonstration of magic they supposed it could leave non-magicals a bit awe struck but really Amelia’s demonstration had been so much more practical. After all why would anybody want to turn a table into a pig?
Minerva smiled, the look on the faces of the Granger parents wasn’t new to her. “As you can see magic can do many amazing things. In attending Hogwarts your daughter will learn both theory and practical applications of magic.”
“Yes, of course,” Emma mumbled. She turned her head to hide her smile. It was obvious the professor thought her demonstration to be the cause of their wide-eyed look. In a manner of speaking this was true, though it was the absurdity of it that surprised them rather than the magic itself.
“If you have time I could take Hermione to Diagon Alley today so that she may acquire her supplies,” Minerva offered.
“Oh that’s quite alright Professor McGonagall but I shan’t need an escort,” Hermione spoke for the first time.
“You don’t plan to attend?” Minerva asked, clearly shocked by the idea.
“Oh no Professor,” Hermione moved quickly to correct her. “I plan to attend but I have a friend who is a wizard. I’d rather do my shopping with him.”
Minerva raised an eyebrow. “Is this friend a muggleborn as well?”
“No ma’am.” Hermione thought it best to keep her answers short in order not to give away any sensitive information. She had been told the truth of Harry’s life a few months after her lessons with Amelia had begun.
“I see,” Minerva managed. She couldn’t imagine who the Granger girl’s friend could be. She wasn’t aware of any purebloods who lived in the area. “Could I ask your friend’s name?”
“I don’t see that it matters Professor,” Dan replied for his daughter. Really the nerve of these magicals. He hadn’t missed that she had only offered to take Hermione shopping, not the entire family. Now she thought that she had a right to know personal details of his daughter’s friendship. “Suffice it to say that Hermione’s shopping will be seen to and she will arrive at Hogwarts on the expected date.”
“Of course, I meant no offence,” Minerva apologized. “I’ll just leave the information packet along with Hermione’s ticket for the Hogwarts Express and be on my way.” So saying she handed the packet over to Hermione after explaining how to access platform 9 and ¾. “I look forward to seeing you at Hogwarts Miss Granger.”
“Thank you Professor, I look forward to attending,” Hermione politely replied. The door had barely closed behind McGonagall and Hermione was racing for the phone.
“Hello,” Ginger said, picking up the receiver.
“Hello Mr. Hebblethwaite, this is Hermione, could I speak to Harry please?”
Ginger smiled, perhaps the young girl would be able to cheer Harry up. He had been as low as any of them had ever seen him for the past several days. “Of course, hold the line a moment.” Placing the receiver on the table he walked down the hall to Harry’s room.
Harry looked up at the sound of a knock. “Come in,” he called.
“You have a phone call lad,” Ginger said.
Harry put down his pencil and walked down the hall to the phone. “Hello,” he said.
“Oh Harry one of the professors came by today. I told her of course that I shan’t need an escort as I’ll be going with you to do my shopping.”
“You didn’t tell her my name did you Mione?” Harry asked, using the nickname he’d long ago given his friend.
“Of course not Harry,” Hermione was quick to assure him. “When do you plan to do your shopping? You have gotten your letter, haven’t you?”
Harry grinned, nobody could stay in a bad mood when met with Hermione’s enthusiasm. “I got it and Grandfather planned to take me on my birthday. I’ll have to go to Gringots at any rate as that is the day I become fully emancipated in the Wizarding world.”
“I’d forgotten about that...”
“Hermione Granger forgot something? I need to mark this down, it’s a red letter day,” Harry teased.
“Prat,” Hermione retorted, sticking her tongue out for good measure, though Harry wouldn’t know it.
“You love me anyway.” Harry gave the expected response.
Hermione sighed. It was her see what I have to put up with sigh. “I can come with you can’t I?”
“I don’t know, but let me ask Grandfather. Hold on.” Laying the phone down he went to find his grandfather. The men laughed, it seemed Hermione had taken it out of their hands. After a short discussion it was decided that as Harry would become emancipated that day, and the Grangers would have no staff member with them, they could safely visit the Alley together, they would simply make sure to visit Gringots first.
Returning to the phone, Harry gave Hermione the news and in short order arrangements were made for the big day.
31st July, 1991

Gringots bank

Diagon Alley
The group, consisting of the Granger family accompanying Harry and Ginger, along with Amelia had arrived at the bank early in the day. While Harry, Ginger and Amelia disappeared into the back of the bank to see to their business, the Grangers stood in line awaiting a teller who could exchange their muggle money for galleons.
By the time Harry and his grandfather, Amelia having flooed to the Ministry, reappeared the bank was much busier. “Grandfather, do you see Hermione?” Harry asked, looking around the now crowded bank.
It took Ginger a few minutes to spot the Grangers. “There they are lad,” he said, indicating with his head the direction he meant. Leading Harry by the hand, Ginger soon reached Harry’s friend. “Have you taken care of your business then?” he asked.
“Yes, though I believe Hermione surprised the goblin with her use of the correct address and such,” Dan replied giving his daughter a fond smile.
Ginger chuckled. “I imagine it did surprise him. From what we’ve learned not many magicals bother with such things and for a muggleborn to do so would be doubly shocking. I’m afraid we must still visit Harry’s vault, you don’t mind waiting I hope?”
“No, no, of course not,” Dan assured him. “We’re quite enjoying the scenery, take your time.”
“Would you like to come to Hermione?” Harry asked.
“Is it allowed?” Hermione said uncertainly.
“I don’t see why not, come on. It’s alright isn’t it?” he belatedly asked the adults.
Permission soon given saw the children, with Ginger, heading towards the carts which would take them to Harry’s vault. In the ordinary way he would have only a trust vault but now that he had taken on his Lordship he would be able to access all of his vaults.
They were just entering the carts when another man, the largest man any of them had ever seen, asked if he could ride down with them. It seemed he wasn’t comfortable with the carts and preferred to ride with company when he could.
“Of course Mr.”
“Hagrid, Reubeus Hagrid Keeper of the Keys and grounds at Hogwarts,” he introduced himself.
“Mr. Hagrid, you are of course welcome,” Ginger said with a small nod. He gave no indication of the start the man’s title had given him. Ah well, they had known Dumbledore would learn the truth of Harry’s status soon, though they’d hoped it wouldn’t be quite this soon.
“Thank ye,” Hagrid said. Squeezing into the cart he smiled at the children only to widen his eyes as he got his first good look at the boy. “Blimey, yer Harry Potter,” he gasped. “I’d know ya anywhere. You look just like yer dad ‘cept ya got yer mum’s eyes.” Hagrid wiped a stray tear from his eye. “But who’s this then?”
His manner was so openly curious that Harry couldn’t find it in himself to take offence. “This is my grandfather Mr. Hagrid and my friend Hermione.” He thought it best that he not give any last names just yet.
“Grandfather? But I thought you stayed with yer aunt and uncle?”
Before anything else could be said the goblin operating the cart started it into motion. The speed of it quite took their breath away, making conversation impossible. They stopped first for Hagrid to retrieve a small package from a vault before travelling on to Harry’s vault.
“Come on Hermione,” Harry invited as he stepped from the cart. Leading the way he stepped into his vault, followed closely by Ginger and Hermione. All three gazed in wonder at the piles of gold held within the vault. Ginger and Harry had known, of course, that the Potter family were quite wealthy but to actually see such wealth was much different than simply hearing about it. Hermione, however, only spent a few seconds looking at the gold, her attention quickly taken by the shelves filled with books.
“We’ll come back some other time and see what books are here Mione,” Harry whispered. He wasn’t really surprised to see what had caught her eye. “I don’t think we should keep your parents waiting, do you?”
“I guess not,” Hermione reluctantly admitted. “Promise we’ll come back?”
Harry grinned, he wanted to peruse the books as well. “I promise.” Quickly filling his bag, he turned to leave only to stop when he noticed a glow coming from a lectern. Moving closer he felt tears forming as he saw what lay upon it.
“Harry, lad, what is it?” Ginger asked, his voice filled with concern.
“It’s my parents Grandfather,” Harry whispered, awestruck. “Well their journals anyway,” he amended. “I’ll finally get a chance to know them, we both will,” he added turning watery eyes towards Ginger. His grandfather had explained sometime ago about never knowing Harry’s mother, giving details as to why a few months ago. It had been a bit of a shock but he had adjusted quickly enough.
Ginger nodded, unable to speak past the lump in his throat. Picking up the journals he slipped them into Harry’s bag and they left the vault.
Hagrid was confused by his meeting with Harry Potter. He was sure the boy was supposed to be with his muggle aunt and uncle. Hadn’t he brought him there and given him over to Dumbledore himself? He’d have to let the headmaster know about this as soon as he returned to the school. First, though, a drink or two was called for, to settle his stomach. Those cursed goblin carts always made him feel ill.
Harry and Hermione soon forgot about Hagrid in their joy at being in Diagon Alley. The shopping took some time, but nobody seemed to mind. The wand maker, Olivander, had made them all a bit uncomfortable. He had such strange eyes and the way he was able to remember all of the wands he’d ever sold, it was all very disconcerting. Ginger suspected that was the intention. The discovery that Harry’s wand was brother to Voldemort’s hadn’t been pleasant but Harry had quickly shrugged it off. Ginger decided that if his grandson wasn’t going to be bothered by it then neither would he.
They had left their robes for last, expecting this to be the most tiring part of the day, especially for the children. As they entered the shop, they were cheerily greeted by the shop owner and shown to the dressing area. Another boy was already there, also being measured for robes.
“Hogwarts?” the blond asked.
“Yes, first year,” Harry replied. Hermione would have ordinarily answered as well but according to the etiquette lessons Amelia had given them, women and girls, in the Wizarding world weren’t meant to converse with strangers until properly introduced to them.
Turning to Hermione, Harry brought her closer to him. “I’m Harry Potter and this is my friend Hermione Granger,” he said by way of introduction.
It took all of Draco’s training to keep himself from gawking. Somehow he had expected Potter to be bigger. “A pleasure, my name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy,” he smoothly returned. “Granger, I don’t believe I’m familiar with any Wizarding family by that name.”
His tone was quite arrogant, offending them both. Harry was familiar, from his studies, with the name Malfoy and clearly this boy was being taught to be as much a bigot as his father. “You wouldn’t Hermione is a muggleborn,” Harry calmly informed him.
“You should be careful Potter, some sorts aren’t accepted in our world,” Draco warned the other boy. He had no way of knowing that the two children before him had been friends for several years.
“That is where some make a mistake,” Harry responded. It wasn’t easy to keep his anger in check but he knew that children often repeated what they heard at home without any real understanding of their words.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “How so?” He had to admit he was curious. His father had always told him that muggleborns were little better than house elves. They had neither breeding nor any appreciation for the noble life that was the birthright of wizards and witches. Yet, here was this muggleborn girl, in the company of Harry Potter and behaving as if she had always been a part of their world. Her manners, in fact, had so far been impeccable.
“Muggleborns can be quite powerful just as some purebloods are quite weak,” Harry explained. “The real issue is that muggleborns enter our world without any knowledge of the world they are now a part of. Furthermore we wizards are often ignorant of the muggle world and so are unable to understand why the muggleborns react to some things in the way they do. This of course makes it easy for the two groups to remain apart which some are more than willing to take advantage of in order to push their own agenda.”
“Up on the footstools now children,” Madam Malkin said, interrupting the conversation.
“Of course madam,” Harry replied. Helping Hermione first, Harry then moved to stand on his own footstool. “I would like my family crest placed on my robes Madam,” Harry quietly requested. It was a bit unusual, he knew, but if he was to be treated with the respect his station afforded him he must act the part.
As the fitting continued Draco was giving serious consideration to the points Potter had made. He wondered if perhaps his father was mistaken when he said that it was hopeless to think muggleborns could ever successfully become a part of their society.
TBC...
*From Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
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