Harry potter The Boy Who Remembers

Having children die on his watch because he chose to be passive was too much of a chance. He needed to intercept the diary, and the most convenient place to do it was in Diagon Alley, where Malfoy puts it in Ginny Weasley's cauldron.

Which according to the books, would be today. It was the day of Gilderoy Lockhart coming to Flourish and Blotts to sign his autobiography. He had gone practically every day to the library in case he was mistaken. He wasn't going to take any chances with the diary.

The only complication was that Harry's friends were coming that day as well. They were all back from their trips, and Tracy had insisted that they go buy their books on that day – probably because of Lockhart being there. That meant that Harry had to nab the diary in his normal body – aka in the body of a twelve-year-old.

It was nice that they wanted to hang out with him near his birthday. All of them coming back to London by the end of July wasn't really a coincidence, and the gifts they had given him were thoughtful. Daphne had gotten him a very nice portable perch for Hedwig, that way she could stay in the dormitory. Tracy had gotten him a Sneakoscope that her Auror grandfather used to have, and Blaise had bought him some official looking green silk dress robes that he could use on any official occasion.

It was a touching moment. He hadn't had a birthday gift for years. He really had picked some great friends. Harry looked at the watch in his room and saw that it was almost ten, meaning that his friends were going to arrive soon. Harry wanted to have some breakfast before the inevitably hectic trip throughout the Alley would start.

He stepped out in his adult form and greeted Tom and ate his usual breakfast. Afterwards, he simply went to the bathroom, took a potion that would reverse his age, and changed his clothes. When he got out, he was just a normal second year Hogwarts student here to do his shopping.

Deciding to treat himself to some ice cream, he went to Florian Fortescue's ice cream parlour, and sat down to eat. It was the place they had all agreed to meet. Of course, barely five minutes before he started eating, he was immediately enveloped by a hug from behind. He stiffened slightly before noticing that it was just Daphne.

"Hey, Daphne, I missed you," Harry started.

The girl just hugged him harder, "I missed you too."

"Hey, lovebirds, don't forget about us," another voice spoke up.

Harry looked around and saw Tracy and Blaise looking amused at them. Harry rolled his eyes, and Daphne blushed. He stood up and enveloped his two other friends with a hug of his own, "I really did miss you all. Happy now?"

Tracy was grinning brightly, "Alright, I'm good. How was your summer, by the way?"

"Not really interesting," Harry answered while shrugging, "I visited the alley a few times out of boredom, other than that I just stayed home."

"That really does sound boring, mate," Blaise commented, "Although Italy wasn't that much better. I kept getting dragged around by my mother, for some meeting or another. And then the shopping," Blaise shuddered, "Oh Merlin, I still have nightmares about it."

Tracy playfully punched him in the shoulder, "At least it's better than camping. Dad was insistent that we cook our own food in the wilderness without any magic. We almost starved trying to hunt anything. Mum ended up stunning a deer so that we could eat. Even then it was so bad and so disgusting."

They all looked to Daphne, "What? Greece was amazing. We went to this resort that was on the beach. We had a house elf assigned to just us, and we went swimming a bit. We even visited a few historical sites where the Olympians lived in. Although Astoria was a bit annoying, I had fun."

The girl ignored the dirty looks coming her way and just huffed, "So, where are we going first?"

"To Flourish and Blotts," Tracy immediately answered.

"You just want to see that Lockhart fellow," Blaise complained.

"Of course not," the girl denied with suspiciously red cheeks, "I just wanted to get our books before they're sold out."

"They would only be sold out because the defence professor practically put all of Lockhart's books on the list," Harry dryly replied.

"To the bookstore," Tracy yelled out, ignoring his response entirely.

All three of them shook their heads at their friend's antics and followed her out of the ice cream parlour. By the time he arrived, Harry could tell that the store was by far the most crowded in the alley. There were wizards and witches pressing everywhere, in fact, a lot were middle-aged witches. As they came near the doors of the books shop, the reason for this gathering became clear. Across the upper windows of the building, a large banner stretched.

GILDEROY LOCKHART

will be signing copies of his autobiography

MAGICAL ME

today 10.30 – 4.30 pm

Harry ignored Tracy's gasp when she first saw the famous wizard, he ignored the giant camera that was constantly flashing. He was only focused on what he picked up using his Arcane Hearing. It was a disgustingly familiar song, a shard of a whole, an abomination created using death. The unnaturalness of it made Harry clench his fist. The diary was there and with it, was his chance to finally steal it.

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