They fly off, away from Little Whinging; it is morning when they arrive at the Burrow, the Weasley family's residence; landing on the ground, they drive straight towards a pig pen, with two pigs relaxing inside, before coming to a complete stop.

Fred walks to the window and opens it to unlock the door.

Fred: Come on. Okay, come on. Shhh! Shhh!

He checks that the coast is clear then beckons the others inside.

Fred: Okay, come on.

Ron: Do you think it'd be all right if we had some of this?

George is half smiling.

George: Yeah, Mum would never know.

Harry was looking around the house in excitement seeing all the magic everywhere while Matthew was looking around in fascination as well just not as excited as Harry was.

Ron: It's not much, but it's home.

Harry: I think it's...brilliant

Ron looks up. Sees Harry's mesmerized face. Ron slowly smiles. Matthew nodded. Then, their mother came downstairs, and she was not happy.

Mrs. Weasley: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?

The boys nearly jump out of their skin. Mrs. Weasley stands in the doorway, furious. They all hide the breakfast rolls behind their backs. She smiles sweetly at Harry.

Matthew: Um, Ron? Is that your...

Ron: My mum, yes.

Matthew: Noted.

Mrs. Weasley: Harry, how wonderful to see you, dear. [She turns back to Fred, George, and Ron.] Beds empty! No note! Car gone! You could've died! You could've been seen! [She turns back to Harry.] Of course, I don't blame you, Harry, dear.

Ron: They were starving him, Mum! There were bars on his window!

Mrs. Weasley: Well, you'd best hope that I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley! [She starts softening instantly.] Come on, Harry. Time for a spot of breakfast. Oh, who might you be?

Matthew: My name is Matthew Stutler, I am a friend of Ron, and I'm from America.

Mrs. Weasley: Oh, you're the American boy Ron talked about. Well, come on, I'll make breakfast.

She says kindly to Harry and Matthew before taking them to the kitchen. They all went to the kitchen and sat at the table as Mrs. Weasley started handing out scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes.

As they were eating a little red-haired girl came running down the stairs in her pj's and stopped in front of Mrs. Weasley. Her name is Ginny Weasley, Ron's sister.

Mrs. Weasley: Here we are, boys. Now tuck in. That's it. There we go.

Ginny: Mum. Mummy, have you seen my jumper?

Mrs. Weasley: Yes dear. It was on the cat.

Ginny then took notice of the American sorcerer and looked wide-eyed at Harry.

Harry: Hello.

Harry said kindly as the girl backed up before turning around and sprinting up the stairs making Fred and George chuckle.

Harry: W-what did I do?

Ron: Ginny. She's been talking about you all summer. Bit annoying, really.

Matthew: Someone has a crush.

Matthew comments getting looks from everyone at the table before their attention is drawn to the door when Mr. Weasley comes in.

Mr. Weasley: Morning, Weasleys.

Fred, George, and Ron: Morning, Dad.

Mrs. Weasley: Morning Arthur!

Mr. Weasley: What a night. Nine raids. Nine!

Harry: [to Ron] Raids?

Ron: Dad works in the Ministry of Magic. In the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Dad loves Muggles. Thinks they're fascinating

Mr. Weasley: [sitting down] Well now. Ah. [glancing at their guests] And who are you two?

Harry: Oh, sorry sir. I'm Harry, sir, Harry Potter

Mr. Weasley: Good Lord, are you really? Ron's told us all about you, of course. And you, young man?

Matthew: I'm Matthew Stutler.

Mr. Weasley: Pleasure to meet you, Stutler.

Ron: He's the exchange student from America I've been telling you, Dad.

Mr. Weasley: Right. Now I remember that name. When did they get here?

Mrs. Weasley: (darkly) This morning. Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night.

Mr. Weasley: Did you really? How'd it go?!

Mr. Weasley catches Mrs. Weasley's eye. Fred, George, Ron, and Harry are hiding their laughter.

Fred, George, Ron, Matthew, and Harry: Oh, it...

Mrs. Weasley: Arthur!

Everyone except Molly is trying very hard to stop laughing.

Mr. Weasley: I mean...that was very wrong, indeed, boys. Very wrong of you. Now, Harry, and Matthew, you must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?

Harry: Oh, umm...

Matthew: Well...

An owl screeches in the distance.

Mrs. Weasley: Well, that'll be Errol with the post.

Errol flies right towards the house, but slams into the window and falls.

Mrs. Weasley: Oh, fetch it will you Percy, please?

Percy: [getting up and walking to the window] Errol... [he rises]

Ron: He's always doing that.

Percy: [taking the letters from Errol and examining them] Oh look, it's our Hogwarts letters. And they've sent us Harry's and Matthew's as well.

Mr. Weasley: Dumbledore must know you're here, Harry. Don't miss a trick, that man.

Matthew: Pretty sure Balthazar already gave a heads up.

Mrs. Weasley: Oh, no.

Fred: This lot won't come cheap, Mum. The spell books alone are very expensive.

Mrs. Weasley: We'll manage. Right then. There's only one place we're going to get all of this: Diagon Alley.

After breakfast, everyone put on their cloaks; the kids had black cloaks which bore the symbol of their Hogwarts house. Mrs. Weasley picks up a pot of the mantel.

Mrs. Weasley: You first, Harry dear.

Mrs. Weasley offers Harry a flowerpot. At the bottom is a layer of very soft dust. Harry frowns in confusion.

Ron: But Harry and Matthew never traveled by Floo powder before, Mum.

Harry: Floo Powder?

Matthew: What's that?

Mrs. Weasley: Oh, well, you go first, Ron. So that Harry and Matthew can see how it's done. Yes. In you go. That's it.

Ron: Diagon Alley!

Ron throws down the Floo Powder and disappears in a burst of green flames.

Matthew: Whoa! Where'd he go?!

Matthew looks around as he tries to use sensing magic.

Mrs. Weasley: You see? It's quite easy, dear. Don't be afraid. Come on. Come on. In you go. That's it. Mind your head. That's right. Now, take your Floo powder. That's it, very good. Now, don't forget to speak very, very clearly.

Harry: Diagonally.

Harry disappears.

Mrs. Weasley: What did he say, dear?

Mr. Weasley: "Diagonally"

Mrs. Weasley: I thought he did. Matthew, your turn.

Matthew: Well, okay, [grabs it] hopefully it doesn't hurt.

Matthew steps into the fireplace.

Matthew: Where no man has gone through before.

Mr. Weasley: Now speak clearly.

Matthew: [gulps] Diagon Alley!

He throws the Floor Powder as the green flames cover him before disappearing. The green fire appears as it materializes Matthew in a fireplace in Diagon Alley with Ron standing in front of him.

Matthew: [eyes closed] I'm dead. I'm dead.

Ron: Matthew, you're still breathing and moving.

Matthew: [eyes still closed] Ron...?

Ron: We're in Diagon Alley, you can open your eyes now.

Matthew opened his eyes and saw the joyous people in Diagon Alley.

Ron: Here we are, Matthew.

Matthew: Whoa.

Ron nods as he notices something.

Ron: Say, where's Harry?

Matthew: I don't know. I thought he was with you. Instead of saying Diagon Alley, he said Diagonally, meaning he probably came out somewhere else.

Ron: Well. He can't be that far, right?

Harry appears as if he's somewhere else. He is surrounded by strange and sinister objects, and he looks at them curiously. When he touches a disembodied hand, it suddenly grabs him, but he manages to free himself.

Then, Draco arrives, so Harry quickly goes to hide in a cabinet. As Draco steps inside, he reaches forward to touch a weird statue, but a man swats his hand away from it with a snake-headed walking stick.

???: Don't touch anything, Draco.

Draco: Yes, Father.

The man's name is Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father.

The shop's owner, Mr. Borgin, steps out.

Mr. Borgin: Uh, Mr. Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you again. And young Master Malfoy, too. Delighted. I must show you, just in today and very reasonably--

Lucius: I'm not buying today, Borgin. I'm selling.

Mr. Borgin: Selling?

Lucius: Draco.

Draco puts a box on the counter.

Lucius: You are aware no doubt that the Ministry of Magic is conducting more raids on private houses. There are even rumors of a new Muggle Protection Act.

Mr. Borgin: Pure wizard blood is counting for less everywhere, I'm afraid.

Lucius: Not with me. Anyway, I brought a few items from home that might prove, uh... embarrassing if the Ministry were to call. Just poisons and the like.

As Borgin looks through the objects, his eyes suddenly go wide.

Mr. Borgin: Look at that!

Lucius: That particular item is not for sale.

Mr. Borgin: I don't understand. It has unique qualities. One wouldn't want to see it falling into the wrong hands.

Draco is examining the cabinet where Harry is hiding. Meanwhile, Lucius accepts a pile of coins from Borgin.

Lucius: You can keep the box.

Borgin smiles sinisterly. Lucius then turns to see Draco examining the cabinet.

Lucius: What did I say?!

While Lucius is distracted, Borgin takes back one of the coins, cheating him.

Draco: Touch nothing.

Lucius: Exactly.

Draco: Sorry, Father.

Lucius: Come on, we're going.

Lucius takes the coins and leaves with Draco following him.

Mr. Borgin: [bowing] It's a pleasure to do business with you, Mr. Malfoy. Always a pleasure.

Borgin returns to the back of the shop. With the coast clear, Harry leaves the cabinet and heads for the exit. But just as he reaches the door, Borgin comes out and grabs him.

Mr. Borgin: Looking for something?

Harry: No, I - I'm just in the wrong place. Sorry. [Borgin lets him go] Thank you. [Harry leaves the shop]

Leaving Borgin and Burkes, Harry steps out into Knockturn Alley. He looks around nervously at the dark and dreary place. Suddenly, a creepy witch jumps out at him.

Creepy Witch: Not lost, are you, my dear?

Harry: [trying to back away] I'm fine, thank you. I was just...

Several equally creepy people are walking up to surround Harry.

Creepy Witch: Come with us. We'll help you find your way back.

Harry: No, please!

Hagrid: Harry?

The crowd parts, revealing Hagrid.

Harry: Hagrid!

Hagrid: What d'you think you're doing down here? Come on!

Harry runs to Hagrid, and they leave the area together.

Hagrid: You're a mess, Harry. Skulking around Knockturn Alley? Dodgy place. Don't want anyone to see you there. People think you are up to no good.

By now, Hagrid has led Harry into Diagon Alley, which is located nearby.

Harry: I was lost, I - hang on, what were you doing down there then?

Hagrid: Me? Oh, I was, um, I was looking for a Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent. They're ruining all the school cabbages.

Up ahead of them, Hermione comes out of a shop.

Hermione: Harry! Hagrid!

Hagrid: Hello, Hermione.

Harry runs to Hagrid, and they leave the area together.

Hagrid: You're a mess, Harry. Skulking around Knockturn Alley? Dodgy place. Don't want anyone to see you there. People think you are up to no good.

By now, Hagrid has led Harry into Diagon Alley, which is located nearby.

Harry: I was lost, I - hang on, what were you doing down there then?

Hagrid: Me? Oh, I was, um, I was looking for a Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent. They're ruining all the school cabbages.

Up ahead of them, Hermione comes out of a shop.

Hermione: Harry! Hagrid!

Hagrid: Hello, Hermione.

Hermione: Oh, it's so good to see you.

Harry: Well, it's great to see you too.

Hermione: What did you do to your glasses? [raises her wand] Oculus Reparo.

As she flicked her wand Harry's glasses were then fixed.

He takes off his glasses, looks at them, and then puts them back on.

Harry: I definitely need to remember that one.

Hagrid: You'll be all right now then, Harry? Right, I'll leave you to it. [leaves]

Hermione: Okay, bye!

Harry: Thank you, bye!

Hermione: [leading Harry off] Come on, everyone's been so worried!

A copy of Gilderoy Lockhart's autobiography, Magical Me, is on display as Harry and Hermione enter the store. They join the Weasleys and Matthew, who are waiting in line.

Mrs. Weasley: Oh Harry, thank goodness! [dusting Harry off] We'd hoped you'd only gone one grate too far!

Man: Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart!

Mrs. Weasley: Oh, here he is!

The mostly female crowd applauds as the flamboyantly dressed Gilderoy Lockhart steps into view.

Ron: Mum fancies him. [Mrs. Weasley playfully shoves him]

Photographer: Make way there, please! Let me by, madam, thank you. Excuse me, little girl, this is for The Daily Prophet. [snaps a photograph of Lockhart

Lockhart: [noticing Harry's scar] It can't be Harry Potter!

Photographer: Harry Potter! [grabs Harry] Excuse me, madam. [pushes Harry up to the front

Lockhart: [pulling Harry to his side] Nice big smile, Harry, together you and I rate the front page!

Harry doesn't smile, but the photographer snaps a picture anyway.

Lockhart: Ladies and gentlemen, what an extraordinary moment this is! When young Harry stepped into Flourish and Blotts this morning to purchase my autobiography Magical Me...

Hermione and most of the crowd excitedly applaud, but Ron just looks bewildered.

Lockhart: ...which, incidentally, is currently celebrating its twenty-seventh week atop the Daily Prophet bestseller list...

Draco is watching from above.

Lockhart: ...he had no idea that he would be leaving with my entire collected works... [presents Harry with a stack of books] ...free of charge. [sits down at a desk as Harry walks back to the Weasleys] Now, ladies.

Mrs. Weasley: [as Harry passes her the Lockhart books] Harry, now you give me those, and I'll get them signed. All of you wait outside. That's it, Ron.

Harry and his friends go into the front area of the store. Draco, now standing on a staircase, tears a page out of a book.

Draco: [coming down the stairs] Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter? Famous Harry Potter, can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page.

Ginny: [stepping forward] Leave him alone.

Draco: Oh, look, Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!

Matthew walks towards Draco and shoves him.

Matthew: You heard what she said, Malfoy. Leave him alone.

Draco: And what are you going to do about it, Stutler?

Lucius: [pushing Draco aside with his walking stick] Now, now, Draco, play nicely. [turns to Harry] Mr. Potter... [as he and Harry shake hands] ...Lucius Malfoy... we meet at last. Forgive me... [leans in to examine Harry's scar] ...your scar is a legend, as, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you.

Harry: Voldemort killed my parents. [steps away from Lucius] He was nothing more than a murderer.

Lucius: You must be very brave to mention his name. Or very foolish.

Hermione: Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.

Lucius: And you must be... Miss Granger. Yes, Draco's told me all about you... and your parents. [they glance at her parents, who are talking to Mr. Weasley] Muggles, aren't they?

Matthew: Yeah. They're Muggles. Do you have a problem with that?

Lucius: I don't, [slowly looks at his hand to see the ring] though I am curious about you.

Matthew: What about me?

Lucius: That accent. You must be an American exchange student.

Matthew: Well yeah, I'm from New York.

Lucius: Ah, yes. Matthew Stutler. Draco told me about you. Forgive me...

Lucius looks at Matthew's Dragon Ring and examines it.

Lucius: This ring is legendary. I'm guessing that you're a sorcerer. I don't see why you hang out with these low levels.

Matthew: Because they are my friends.

Lucius: Let me see, red hair, vacant expressions... [takes a book from Ginny's cauldron] ...tatty, secondhand book, you must be the Weasleys.

As he talks, Mr. Weasley walks over to the front area of the store.

Mr. Weasley: Children, it's mad in here. Let's go outside.

Lucius: Well, well, well, Weasley senior.

Mr. Weasley: Lucius.

Lucius: Busy time at the Ministry, Arthur, all those extra raids. I do hope they're paying you overtime, but judging by the state of this... [holds up Ginny's book] ...I'd say not. What's the use of being a disgrace to the name of a wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?

Mr. Weasley: We have a very different idea about what disgraces the name of the wizard, Malfoy.

Lucius: Clearly. Associating with Muggles...

Harry watches as Lucius places two books into Ginny's cauldron.

Lucius: ...and I thought your family could sink no lower. I'll see you at work. [leaves the shop]

Draco: I'll see you at school. [follows his father out the door]

Matthew: Later loser.

Harry: Just ignore them, Matt.

Matthew: What do you think I'm doing?

Balthazar: Malfoys. I can't stand them.

They turn surprised to see Balthazar with them.

Hermione: Professor Blake.

Harry: Good to see you again, Professor.

Balthazar: Likewise. Let's go. We gotta a train to catch.

They nod as they start to leave.

End of Chapter 12