After dealing with the Horcrux and my financial situation at the bank a few things were made apparent about the Horcrux that was in my head for nearly 10 years. I no longer have to wear glasses for starters. It was a constant drain on my magic as well. If anything, my magical potential rose through the roof due to it forcing my magical core to grow rapidly to compensate for the strain the Horcrux was causing. I wouldn't be surprised if my magical core is closer to that of an adult already. I will definitely have to be careful and not bring a spotlight onto myself too early with that knowledge. Turns out that the Parseltongue gift was something the Peverell family was capable of and due to that Horcrux it pulled the ability to the forefront with the forced expansion of my magical core. I have a slight ability to change my eyes and hair making me a Metamorphmagus.

I don't know if I can train that ability or not, but I should at least try to do so. I am unsure if it's something that something the Potter family or any of the ancestors were capable of or if it because my soul has changed the magic residing in the body. I'm now Harrison J. Potter but I was someone else before that. I shake my head focusing on keeping my hair a bit longer with the ability and tamed to cover my forehead. Can't have a mosh pit open up because someone can't keep their mouths shut.

Olivander's is my first stop. The old wand maker is something I was never sure of. The books, movies, and theories about him were pretty fantastical. I hope that the change in my magic and the fact I no longer have a fragment of Riddle's soul in my forehead will change things. The bell sounds above my head as I wait for service. I heard a slight shift behind me to my left and I turned to look into the silver eyes of Garrick Olivander.

"Welcome Mr. Potter. It seems like yesterday when your mother and father came for their wands." He moves across the cluttered shop the shelves lined with rectangular boxes of various sizes some haphazardly stacked and looking like they would fall over from a slight breeze. "Try this one." He handed me a wand that looked a bit old.

I must have tried about twenty different wands. It was then the wand I wanted nothing to do with was brought to me. I had picked it up and nothing happened. Garrick looked a bit more than surprised about this but boxed that particular wand before humming in deep thought.

"Such a picky customer, even the one I thought would have been a perfect fit seems wrong. Perhaps, one of my newest wands would be more appropriate?" Rounding the counter the aged wand maker pulls up four boxes and opens them up. "I crafted these few over the last year. Pick the one that calls to you the most."

I look down at the boxes and my gaze lands on a wand I recognize. Vinewood ten and three fourths' inches. The future wand of one Hermione Granger. She has yet to come to Diagon Alley. The other three I have no recognition of. I lift my hand and hold it over each box for a minute before I felt a powerful pull on the last box. I pick it up from the box and I feel warmth in my chest.

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"Willow, twelve inches unyielding flexibility with a core of unicorn hair. This wand should serve you well and for a very long time. Seven galleons Mr. Potter."

"If at all possible, could I get a care kit and an arm holster for it. This wand is my channel for magic, an extension of myself and I plan to care for it properly."

The smile the old wand maker gave was nothing short of joyful. He handed me a tin of polish and a few other things including the holster which I slide my wand inside. The total ended up being eight galleons and 15 knuts. I gave him ten galleons and told him to keep the change before leaving. Olivander may be someone seen as a strange oddity, but he's a man dedicated to his craft and the joy he exuded ruffling through those boxes looking to pair wizards and witches with their first wands. The joy and pride of a craftsman who remembers every wand he's ever sold or made and that is a man while odd, deserves a bit more than what is owed.

Stepping back into the alley I headed for Madame Malkin's. I'm practically what goes for wizard nobility, and I should look like it. Acromantula silk robes and some clothes that help me blend in.

Spending three hours in there wasn't my plan but I will be coming back in two hours to gather my new clothes once I buy a trunk and the rest of my school supplies.

The trunk I got was covered in wards and runes. Highest security possible, no way was anyone getting in there without me knowing about it. Shinks with just a tap of my wand on the lid to become pocket sized. Flourish and Blotts bookstore for any books that interested me along with the school required ones were picked up. Miranda Goshawk was quite the witch to write these textbooks to be used as the curriculum for every year at Hogwarts. I picked up each and every book by her as well as a copy of Hogwarts: A History. A book of household spells among other older books that may have some differing explanations. I may end up having more books than I could read but my mind is my weapon. A sharpened and properly wielded weapon is better than no defense at all. Dropped by the Apothecary for the required potion supplies and equipment. Grabbed a telescope for astronomy class and finally looked at the Eeylope's Owl Emporium.

I contemplate for a few minutes on if I should get Hedwig. Having an Owl would be a benefit. Heading inside I look around, but I fail to find her. It may be possible that she isn't here yet. The clerk tending to the store seems to be eyeing me with what looks to be impatience. Perhaps I will come back another time.

I return to the street and step to the side to watch the hustle of the people going from one place to another. A soft sigh escapes me, there is so much I know about the world that I can't put in place without proof. I need to get my hands on the Marauder's Map that holds the key to freeing Sirius from Azkaban. I know where the Undercroft is provided the odd clock is still there. It would be a good place to trade to the Weasley twins in exchange for the map. They get a place to plan their schemes and the like without any issues or need to dodge Filch and Mrs. Norris.

I shuffle down the street letting my mind wonder off while picking up my robes from Malkin's shop. Heading back to the Leaky Cauldron I head up to my rented room. I need to start reading my assigned books and use my meta knowledge to attempt occlumency. I have a month and a few days before I will have to send my acceptance to my letter. Hopefully, I can keep myself a secret until then at the very least.