You were working in the store while your father received the new shipment of wands on the other side of Diagonal Alley.

The store was busy as the Hogwarts school year was starting, the next customer walks in.

Brunette, with glasses and around your age, he walks to the corner, all tangled up with your bags and materials.

"Hey" he looks at his material list, confuse "Is here that i find a wand?" he asks, finally looking at you.

The scar in his forehead. Would he be Harry Potter?