Bab 57: Secrets Unveiled in Diagon Alley
Filius looked at the boy sitting in front of him and considered all he knew about Harry Potter. He was a mystery; he had friends within the goblin race and his abilities were beyond that of his age. He also knew a lot about this world for somebody who had apparently just entered it. However, he trusted the boy. He had seen him spend hours teaching wand movements to his fellow first years, watched as he united the houses.
"I trust Mr. Potter knows what he is doing," Flitwick said.
Harry contained his smile.
Severus, who had been watching Filius as he thought about his answer, nodded his head. "Very well, then. However, Mr. Potter, I will expect you to owl me if you find yourself in trouble or in need of assistance," he said, looking at the boy who reminded him so much of Lily.
"Yes, sir," Harry said.
After that, Harry was allowed to go to the feast. Sitting down with his housemates, Harry smiled at them as they celebrated their first year being complete. Unlike in his last life, when the house cup was awarded, it went to Slytherin. Harry received no unexpected points. Clapping politely for the snake house, Harry returned to his dorm with his roommates and started to pack.
Getting on the train the next day, Harry shared his compartment with the same people he had arrived at Hogwarts with.
"You look happy, Harry," Susan commented, surprised as she thought the boy would be upset about returning to his family.
"I am happy," Harry said. "It's been a great year." He thought about what he had accomplished. He had gotten his revenge on Hermione, though his gut still churned sometimes at the thought of what happened, started to plant the seeds needed to destroy Dumbledore's reputation, gained the stone, and gotten Sirius a trial. A very good year, indeed.
"It has been great," Neville agreed.
Eventually the journey was underway and they all made plans to meet up, Harry promising to try. He knew he would be busy, though, what with Sirius' trial and everything.
Pulling into the station hours later, Harry left his friends, promising to write and visit. Susan had been against letting him leave as she had wanted her aunt to meet his relatives, but Harry had persuaded her to let him go. It wasn't like he was actually going home to Surrey. Finding a secluded spot, Harry shrunk down his trunk and let Hedwig free, telling her to head to the Leaky Cauldron, before he apparated there.
Walking out into Diagon Alley, Harry headed straight to Gringotts. He had to see a goblin about a rat.
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Entering Gringotts, Harry no longer felt the need to approach a teller. Instead, he greeted those he passed as he made his way straight into the back and towards Ragnok's office.
After being called inside, Harry sat down and pulled out his trunk, unshrinking it and releasing the wards.
"You have the traitor, then?" Ragnok asked as he watched Harry.
"Of course," Harry said, pulling out the cage with the rat.
Peter let out distressed squeaks and cowered in the enchanted cage.
Ragnok could feel the enchantments and let out a sadistic laugh when he realised their purpose.
"I take it you were not fond of Mr. Pettigrew in your past life?" he asked.
Harry stunned the rat. "That would be an understatement. Not only did he betray my parents and get them killed, he assisted in Voldemort's return, using my blood - which he took unwillingly," Harry hissed.
"Unfortunate," Ragnok commented, his expression showing his amusement.
"It was actually quite traumatic at the time; I was still the light's golden boy. And it left quite a large scar, both physically and mentally," Harry said his pretend offence making Ragnok's smirk widen.
"Yes, I'm sure you're very traumatised," Ragnok said.
Harry laughed lightly. "So, what's going to happen to him now?" he asked.
"Mr. Dodge will come and collect him. If you wish to meet him, he should be arriving soon," Ragnok said.
Harry considered this and decided it was a smart decision to meet the man acting as his law wizard.
"I'll wait here," he said.
"Very good. Shall I send for some tea and a light snack?" Ragnok offered.
"Please, that would be appreciated. The train from Hogwarts does leave much to be desired in terms of real food," Harry said, thinking about all of the sweets he had eaten. That was one of the only benefits of having such a young body - Harry had re-found his sweet tooth.
When Edgar Dodge arrived an hour later, Harry was happily full. The man was visually deceptive in his mind; he looked to be in his mid 30's, light brown hair that was thinning slightly, and blue-grey eyes that looked small in his thin face. He did not look like a man who would be trusted by the goblin race or a man who was famous for his cut throat tactics and high success rate.
"Mr. Potter, I presume?" Dodge said, surprising Harry with his rich voice. He could suddenly see why he had such high success rates.
"Indeed. It's a pleasure, Mr. Dodge," Harry said, standing and offering his hand. Even in his eleven year old body, Harry was still technically his employer and wanted to act like it.
Taking the offered hand, Dodge shook once before taking a seat. He immediately picked up the cage and observed it.
"You had no trouble obtaining him?" he asked, inspecting the stunned animagus.
"Not at all, I managed it the day I received your note," Harry said.
"Good - and nobody suspects you?" Edgar questioned.
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