When Harry awoke in the morning he immediately set about making himself breakfast, which he had done on the road more often than not for his entire life. Once that was done, he proceeded to rub some dirt on his face and hands and cast the Invisibility spell on his bag before approaching the nearby town.
Harry's first goal was to try and acquire the startup funds he would need in order to travel and find a place to stay until he could properly get his bearings. And while he could easily steal the funds he needed, Harry didn't quite want to risk drawing attention to himself just yet. After all, he didn't know what kind of measures were taken against thieves in this world.
So, Harry made himself look like a pitiful homeless child as he searched a place to possibly sell some of the goods he had. And thanks a couple of kind elderly ladies, Harry managed to learn that currency in this world was called 'pounds', that the only place where he could sell his goods was called a pawn shop, and that there was a pawn shop a little ways away from where they were.
Harry thanked the old ladies with the most innocent smile he could summon, before he headed towards the pawn shop in order to try and make some money.
*Jingle~!*
"Tch."
Harry immediately heard the man running the shop click his tongue when he saw him enter, obviously thinking that he wasn't about to make any money from a dirty boy, wearing ratted oversized clothes that looked as if they hadn't been washed in months.
Ignoring the judgment from the man, Harry's trained eyes scanned the shop entirely from the moment he entered as he approached the counter.
There was a single person running the shop, and a stealthy Detect Life spell showed there was no other livings beings within the building. That sole person however was stationed behind a solid sheet of glass with what Harry guessed was thin strips of metal criss-crossing through it for protection.
Behind the man Harry noticed a square box that showed the inside of the shop in real time, including a miniature version of himself. And a glance around showed him not only the box mounted to the wall where the image in the box was coming from, but Harry also noticed the quality of the goods in the store. Not much worth stealing.
The only things that were worth taking were the pieces of jewelry that were locked inside a glass cabinet, and whatever the attendant may have in actual coin, er, pounds in the back.
"Can I help you?" The attendant asked with a barely concealed tone of annoyance.
"Yes please..." Harry said in his most innocent voice, even adding a sniffle in for added effect.
"I'm so hungry... But I don't have any money..."
"I can see that." He replied dryly.
"Please mister... All I have left is my mom's wedding ring... Its all I have left of her, but I'm so hungry... Will you please buy it?"
As he said that Harry pulled out an intricately made ring, crafted with pure gold and a flawless diamond by his own hands. Hands so skilled at smithing, that he had even been allowed to use the Skyforge in Whiterun alongside Eorlund Grey-Mane.
The second he saw the ring the man's eyes widened for the briefest of seconds before he turned serious.
"Let me see that." He demanded, practically snatching the ring from Harry before holding it to a magnifying glass to examine it.
"..."
The next couple of minutes were silent as he examined the ring, before sneering almost convincingly, "Humph! This thing is just a worthless fake."
"No its not!" Harry snapped back like the immature child he was pretending to be. Plus he knew the ring wasn't a fake, he had literally forged it himself.
The man obviously just wanted to cheat him.
"What was that boy?" The man sneered.
"I've been in this business for years. If I say something is fake, then its fake! I'll give you fifty pounds for the damned thing, so you can get something to eat, but that's it! Now beat it!"
The man then proceeded to throw the paper currency at Harry dismissively, and shooed him from the store like he was a dirty rat. And the second the door closed behind him, the attendant began to admire the ring once more.
"This is it! This is my ticket out of debt with Lil' Toni!" He exclaimed excitedly, before hurying to his back room to stash the ring in his safe with the rest of the money he owed the gangster.
The next couple hours saw him in a pretty good mood as business picked up a little with the progression of the day, and all thought of the little boy he cheated left his mind. Instead, he soon found himself thinking of lunch instead.
To celebrate his good fortune, the man decided to treat himself with some fish and chips from the pub down the street. So he turned on all of the silent alarms, locked the doors, and left to go eat. Only, mere minutes after he left, the back door opened seemingly of its own accord.
A figure shrouded in black krept into the pawn shop, radiating shadows and magic that short circuited all of the alarms and surveillance around the shop.
With practiced ease, the figure readily picked the locks to the display case, swiping all of the REAL pieces of jewelry within and stashing them in their pockets, before moving on to the register that they had seen the clerk remove cash from previously. After that they made their way to the safe in the back room, having it opened after only a few seconds before they cleared that out too.
Within a matter of minutes the shop was emptied of every single item of value, as well as several thousand pounds that had been in the register and safe. And the only thing left behind that hinted at a break-in was a note left on the safe.
Lil' Toni sends his regards.
Their work done, the figure krept out of the building the same way they entered it, making sure to lock the door on their way out as well before they stalked the shadows to a hidden spot in the alleyway, pausing only once when they thought they felt someone watching them. A quick Detect Life spell and Aura Whisper Shout however revealed no one in their vacinity.
"That was easier than I thought." Harry said as he started removing the Nightingale armor from his body. Unlike the other pieces of armor and clothing he had in his bag, this armor was personally gifted to him by the Daedric Prince Nocturnal, one of the few that he was on good terms with. And thankfully a function of the armor was it's ability to change itself to match his size when he wore it so that it was effectively another layer of skin.
Unfortunately the armor was not meant to be worn out in public, and it would actually make Harry stick out like a sore thumb based on what he had seen the people around him wearing. But, with the money he stole from the scummy clerk, Harry was quickly able to buy himself a new outfit before cleaning himself up properly. Except for his hair, there was no taming that until it grew out long enough to be tied back.
Now properly dressed and cleaned up, Harry followed several other people as they headed to a station to catch what he recalled was a train.
With each passing moment Harry was remembering more and more of this strange world that was technically his home, a process that was expedited when they arrived to London and he started wandering the streets to try and familiarize himself as he contemplated his next step.
But the more Harry saw of London, the more he missed Skyrim as his senses were constantly assaulted from every direction. The honking of cars, shouting of people, music being played from several different places around him all grinded on his ears. Meanwhile his nose was constantly being attacked by the exhaust from the cars, the smell of rubber from the tires on the pavement, and any number of scents that he passed by.
Hours passed as Harry explored, earning himself a few looks from being a child on his own, but only passing glances before the people around him refocused on their own agendas. Occasionally though, Harry would feel as if there was someone watching him specifically as he wandered. But it was nearly impossible to confirm since there were too many people around him to tell.
Eventually Harry started looking for a place to spend the night, as he doubted anyone would be willing to ignore him camping out somewhere in the city. The only question was where he would stay?
Thanks to money he stole earlier Harry wasn't exactly short on options, but the main problem was whether or not any of the inns around here would let someone who looked as young as he was stay by themselves.
The sun was about to set when Harry wandered onto a street lined with different markets on either side, some of which would have looked interesting to stop at if he weren't looking for a place to stay.
Harry ran his eyes over a shop that advertised records, and then another that sold books when he paused before looking back at them.
Standing there, right between the two stores, was a shabby-looking place that had the appearance of a pub, which Harry could have sworn wasn't there a moment ago. And out front was a sign saying in faded lettering: The Leaky Cauldron.
His interest piqued, Harry readily approached the pub before entering it, all of the noise from outside seemingly fading as soon as he crossed the threshold.
The inside was dark and shabby, and Harry noticed people that looked as if they would be more at home in Skyrim than London sitting inside. In the corner was group of old women chattering amongst themselves, drinking glasses of sherry while one was puffing on a pipe. At the counter was a little man wearing a top hat, who was nursing quite the mug of beverage when compared to his size. And behind the counter was a wizened elderly man who appeared both bald and toothless.
Immediately everyone inside the pub looked at Harry as he entered, though he proceeded to ignore them as he approached the counter.
"Anything I can get ya?" The bartender asked as Harry took a seat.
"Food, drink, and a place to stay if you have any recommendations." Harry immediately answered, to which the bartender promptly put down a bowl of soup and a mug of drink in front of him, though unfortunately it didn't seem to be mead or ale. It was however pretty good, and at least had a little bit of alcohol in it.
"And if you need a room we have some available as well. Ten Sickles for the night, but for a full Galleon you would also get your dinner and breakfast."
"???"
Harry only responded with a curious look at the unfamiliar terminology.
"Sickles? Galleons? Are pounds not good here?" He asked while pulling out several slips of the paper currency.
"Ah!" The bartender exclaimed as if he just realized something.
"Muggle-born eh? Must have just got your Hogwarts letter, though usually professor Mcgonagall accompanies the new muggle-born students... How curious..."
The bartender then began muttering himself while Harry began to wonder if he would even be able to pay for the food and drink he'd been given, when a new voice spoke up behind him.
"I'll pay for both his meals and room for the night Tom."
"!!!"
"Ah! I didn't see you there sir!" The bartender, Tom, exclaimed suddenly as someone approached Harry from behind. "Anything to drink for you?"
"Just some Blishen's Fire Cinnamon Flavoured Whisky if you please." Replied the voice, before adding, "And some privacy as well. I'm afriad young Harry and I have some things to discuss."
It was as if the breath had been pulled from the lungs of everyone present as soon as they heard Harry's name, and they all turned to look at him in astonishment, before they glanced at his forehead.
"Mr. Potter! Welcome back sir! Welcome back!" Tom suddenly exclaimed as he took one of Harry's hands in both of his own, and shook it enthusiastically. But he was just the first.
"Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter, can't believe I'm finally meeting you at last!"
"It is such an honor sir!"
"This is the proudest moment of my life!"
One by one Harry was forced to shake hands with every single person in the pub as they enthusiastically introduced themselves to him, some even tripping over themselves as they hurried to him. And the entire time, Harry was growing slightly annoyed.
He was used to being famous in Skyrim, he was the damn Dragonborn after all, but here he thought he was just some random boy to the public, at least no one seemed to know who he was until he stepped into this pub. Bu, there was one person who wasn't tripping over themselves to meet him.
Standing directly behind Harry, though he had taken a couple steps back to make room for the crowd, was an old man.
The old man was tall and thin, with silver hair and beard that matched, both long enough to tuck into his belt, and he had blue eyes that sparkled in amusement at the scene before him behind half-moon spectacles, which rested on a crooked nose that Harry knew from experience had to have been broken at least twice.
For a few minutes the man did nothing as people bombarded Harry, until he apparently decided that there had been enough as he held up a hand for attention.
"I understand everyone's excitement, but may young Harry and I please have a few moments to ourselves? We have much to talk about, and I am sure he is eager to enjoy his meal and rest." The old man eventually said, and everyone else reluctantly backed off. Harry however was watching his every move with narrowed eyes.
"Yes, please follow me!" Tom said as he hurriedly moved Harry's food and drink to a tray, adding the old man's drink as well, along with several other dishes and sides to go with the bowl of soup.
He then led the way to one of the rooms upstairs with a spring in his step that didn't match a man of his apparent age, before opening the door to reveal a cozy little room with a bed, dresser, roaring fireplace, and a couple of chairs before it with a small table between them.
"If either of you need anything else, please call me!" Tom said as he set the tray down on the table between the chairs, and backed out of the room after throwing one last look at Harry.
"Now then..." The old man began as he turned around to face Harry, only to have a sword drawn and pointed directly at his neck so closely that it almost shaved off a few hairs of his beard.
"Who are you?" Harry demanded, though the old man didn't appear fazed in the slightest from having a sword pointed at his throat. In fact, he appeared more amused than anything.
"My apologies for the late introduction Harry. I am called Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. And while I have various long titles to go along with my long name, I believe the one most relevant right now is my title as Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."