It's been a week since Harry returned, and the Dursley's have been doing anything they can to make him miserable. All of their attempts have failed.
They gave him Dudley's old clothes, but they were the ripped and ruined ones. An hour after Harry puts them on, they change into the previous black and white look he had on before.
They made him sleep in the cupboard under the stairs once again, but gave him a box instead of a mattress. Harry didn't seem at all bothered by this, and folded himself inside comfortably, even going as far as to ask for the top. At night they could hear music coming from the cupboard, but when they investigated they found nothing.
When Petunia forced him to garden in the harsh summer heat, the air seemed to stay cool around him. Even the sun relatively avoided him, making it look darker wherever he stood.
Depriving him of meals didn't work, the boy never needed to eat. He didn't need anything to sustain him it seemed.
Even as their attempts failed, they tried to come up with more ideas.
On the last day of his first week back, a letter drops on Harry's lap. He happens to be gardening at the moment.
Upon opening the letter, Harry just raises his eyebrows.
"Well, this should be interesting." He whispers, tilting his head.
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Days later he makes his way to Diagon Alley by himself. He followed a weird feeling inside of him to get there.
He asks for assistance with the entrance. When he finally enters the Alley, he stares. Everything is loud and colorful, it actually makes him feel at home. All he needs is some pizza and it would be complete!
He walks to Gringotts to see what he can do about money. When he gets there he approaches one of the goblins.
"I'm new to this world and I was wondering if you could help me? Like, how do I get money?" He asks politely.
The goblin looks shocked at Harry's demeanor.
"What is your name?" He asks.
"Harry, Harry Potter." The boy responds.
For a brief moment, shock rules the goblin's expression.
"Come this way then, Mr.Potter." The goblin says quickly.
They eventually arrive at an ornate door.
"Hello, Mr.Potter. We've been awaiting your arrival."
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