Rise Of Lord Potter

Borgin and Burkes

AN: Heya everyone, so reading through this I realised how confusing the first chapter must have been for all of you. So I've tried fixing it as much as possible. Hope it's not as confusing now.

23rd July, 1994
4th Year of Hogwarts

"Harry dear are you sure you don't want to go to the World Cup?" Mrs Weasley asked him again that morning when he and Ron had been woken up by Hermione.

"I'm sure Mrs Weasley, I'm not feeling to well and I still have all my summer work to finish as the Dursleys wouldn't let me do any work." He explained again as he looked at the family gathered around him.

He tried to eat what he could while the rest of the Weasleys moved around him packing last minute things before they all said goodbye and left.

Looking around the empty kitchen Harry watched as Mrs Weasley began to clean up the kitchen before making his way upstairs to try and start on all the homework he had.

It had been around 4 hours later before he emerged from his and Ron's room busy on his Potions work when he had realised that one of the books he needed he didn't have anymore. When he had arrived back at the Durselys they had thrown away many of his things.

Walking down the rickety staircase he began looking around for Mrs Weasley but he couldn't see her anywhere.

Quickly writing a note for her 'Mrs Weasley, just heading to Diagon Alley quickly to grab a few books that I need will be back shortly. HP'.

Placing the note on the kitchen counter he walked over the fireplace grabbing some of the floo powder trying to remember to enunciate properly this time.

"Diagon Alley!" Feeling the green flames swallow him up as he smiled before he felt that nauseating sensation before he was spat out of the fireplace skidding across a dust floor.

Coughing up the dust he had inhaled Harry slowly sat up groaning as he rubbed his head, he couldn't understand how people could handle floo travel.

Standing up he tried his best to dust off his clothes before gazing around the room he was in, seeing dust and cobwebs over most of the items. Where had he ended up now? He could've sworn he said it correctly. 'Just my luck I still end up at the wrong place' he thought to himself.

Harry slowly sat up groaning as he rubbed his head, he couldn't understand how people could handle floo travel.

Standing up he tried his best to dust off his clothes before gazing around the room he was in, seeing dust and cobwebs over most of the items.

Walking around curiously his gaze landed on a few interesting books, "The Mind Arts, How to Defend Yourself".

Curiously he picked up the book flipping through the pages before looking back around spotting another book. "The Great Families of Britain". Picking up the book Harry hadn't expected to see his families name listed as the Sacred 28 Families.

Harry was so engrossed in the book he never heard the shopkeeper approach him before he heard someone clear their throat behind him.

Jumping in fright he dropped the book before turning around quickly holding his wand out not knowing how to react.

"Relax Heir Potter, I did not mean to frighten you" the shopkeeper spoke softly to him.

Harry nodded his heart still beating fast as he lowered his wand before realizing what the shopkeeper had called him.
"Heir?" He asked confusedly as the shopkeeper copied Harry's facial expression.

"Why yes, you are the last living Potter which would make you Heir to the family." The shopkeeper explained, "I would have thought growing up under Dumbledore that you would know this already."