A tiny alarm clock rested on a worn and chipped oak bedside table. A small bed, worn with use and covered in patched blankets that had seen better days rested beside it.

A skinny teenager looking no older then fourteen sat on the edge of the bed, his pale hand massaging the bridge of his nose, vivid green eyes closed in concentration. A pair of glasses were held in his other hand, thin with round lenses. This particular pair of glasses belonged to a certain Harry Potter who was currently sitting on his bed trying to think of a solution for a certain problem he had.

'Cheep cheep!'

Holding onto Harry's trouser leg was a small bird. Harry would have assumed it was just a normal bird if not for two reasons. One, Hedwig flew into his closet and refused to come out after noticing it and two, the bird looked normal except for it's tail which looked like it was on fire.

As it was, he currently had no clue what the hell it was. All he did know was that since he had noticed it an hour ago the strange thing hadn't let go of his damn trouser leg once, it's white body affixed to the cloth as if stapled on.

Realizing that whatever it was, it wasn't moving anytime soon, Harry stood up and headed for the trunk at the foot of his bed. Lifting the lid up, Harry let out a small grunt as he placed the heavy lid to rest against the end of his bed, before reaching into his trunk to pull out a book called 'Magical Creatures and Where to Find Them - By Newt Scamander'. If a strange creature wanted to be attached to him he might as well try and figure out what it was.

After an hour of carefully poring over every nook and cranny of the book, Harry was no closer to recognizing the strange bird, though it did seem to be friendly. If the fact that it was currently butting against his right hand for pats was any indication.

Releasing a small sigh, Harry patted the strange little bird, deciding to leave it until morning and try to see if he could find out what it was during his school shopping trip tomorrow.

Pulling his thin blanket over him, Harry took his glasses off and placed them on the bedside table, before turning over to stare up at the ceiling. As he fell asleep, Harry thought he could hear a voice saying something but was unable to combat the exhaustion dragging at his bones from a day of little food and too many chores.

"Sleep little one..."

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Harry was annoyed, very annoyed. He'd woken up this morning to find the little bird, who he now tentatively considered to be a friend of his missing. Not to mention that he was currently standing in front of a café in Diagon Alley trying not to strangle his two best friends.

The two idiots were staring and arguing with each other like they were trying to bite the others head off. Not an unusual occurrence, but one that was currently very unappreciated while they were in disguise and trying to avoid the attention of others.

He didn't know why they were arguing and he frankly didn't care anymore, the two had been arguing since they had arrived earlier that morning and he was quite sick of it. His head was throbbing, sending streaks of pain through him as if someone was hammering nails into his skull. His skin felt like tiny pins were pricking him everywhere and everything he heard was hurting his ears , as though someone was standing right beside him and shouting the quiet murmurs of passerby through a megaphone into his ears.

"Ron! Will you listen to me!" Ignoring the idiocy of calling 'Ronald' his real name in public, Harry watched with apprehension as the two faced off against each other.

Releasing a growl, Ron turned his head to glare at Hermione, making no attempt to hide his frustration at the curly haired witch. His tall lanky body looking nearly monstrously large compared to Harry's minuscule frame.

"What!" Shooting a glare at Ron that could curdle milk and scare puppies, Hermione held out her hand to him. Tapping her foot against the ground with agitation as she gestured towards the letter in his pocket.

"Give me your list! I need to make sure we don't need anything else!" Harry kept his face as straight as possible as he looked in any direction except his two 'friends' who were gearing up to have yet another full blown screaming match yet again. Staring down the street, Harry found himself looking at a goblin that was standing just inside the entrance to Gringotts. Strangely witches and wizards walked past the goblin without sneering at the creature. The wixen populaces gazes seeming to slide right over them.

Seeing that Harry was looking towards them, the Goblin made a come hither motion with their hand.

Confused, Harry glanced around him to see if there was anyone else the goblin could be motioning at. Seeing no-one, he turned his attention back to the goblin which once again made the gesture when Harry's attention was back on it.

Staring back at his two best friends still bickering away, Harry rolled his eyes before walking over towards the Goblin.

Upon getting closer, the goblin stared closely at him before nodding and heading straight through the doors and into the bank. Walking after the Goblin, Harry noticed that the bank was seemingly empty except for the goblins and a man who was currently facing away from Harry and animatedly talking to a goblin at a counter. Turning his attention away from the man, he noticed the Goblin was standing in a hallway that hadn't been there every other time Harry had visited the bank. Quickly scurrying forwards, Harry halted in front of the goblin.

"Mr Potter if you would please continue onwards, the Head Goblin would like to have a few words with you about some sensitive personal matters." Before he could ask what the goblin meant, it was already walking over to an empty counter, obviously expecting Harry to just head on down the corridor.

Muttering a few choice swear words under his breath, Harry looked down the hallway with no small amount of apprehension. Thinking things through, Harry decided to head down the corridor. Goblins never took sides in wizarding wars so he reasoned there was very little danger to him.

Once Harry had walked out of site, the flailing man immediately stopped talking and straightened out his clothes and short dirty blond hair. Taking a step back from the counter in front of him, he smiled up at the Goblin in front of him, who strangely enough smiled back.

Waving goodbye to the other goblins, he walked over to a darker corner of the bank. In said corner was a seemingly broken Grandfather clock, it's pendulum frozen in mid-swing. Upon reaching the clock, he placed his hand against the clock-face and with a small chime vanished from sight, the clock's pendulum now swinging away as the clock's hands began ticking away once again.

Rewritten this chapter guys so if it feels different from what you remember that's why :3