On a sunny day, Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley family went to Diagon Alley together.
It actually wasn't Harry's first time using Floo Powder. He had used it once before, when Professor McGonagall took him, Ron, and Neville to buy wands. That trip had gone so smoothly that Harry had thought it was a very easy and safe way to travel.
Now, however, Harry had overturned that notion himself.
Of course, Harry didn't think he could take all the blame. The Weasley family's fireplace had just a little too much dust in it. Harry hadn't paid much attention, and the dust had gotten up his nose, throwing off his pronunciation a little.
And then Harry had appeared somewhere unfamiliar.
He had come out of a filthy fireplace-or rather, fallen out, face-first. Although he hadn't scraped himself, his glasses had cracked.
"What the hell!" Harry cursed under his breath. He hadn't mastered the Mending Charm yet, so...
Resigned, he put on his cracked glasses. Luckily, only one corner of one lens had broken, so it didn't affect his vision too badly. Overcoming his dizziness, Harry stood up cautiously, swearing all the while. During his days at the Burrow, he had been playing the good boy and hadn't sworn much.
He really had been bottling it up.
Having lived with Aunt Petunia for over ten years, Harry was quite fond of cleanliness himself, so being covered in soot made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
He surveyed his surroundings, starting with the fireplace behind him. It looked as though no one had used it in a long time. It was filthy.
In fact, it wasn't just the fireplace. The entire room he was in was filthy. It was large, but very dim. All sorts of bizarre objects filled the room. A single glance was