Harry Potter, the greatest student wizard at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, not to mention the most famous wizard, ducked behind the Leaky Cauldron. He had snuck out of his aunt and uncle's house and jumped on the Knight Bus to London. Now, he tapped his wand on a brick and the brick wall jumped to life. Harry blinked as the sun washed over him from inside the alley. It was was noon in Diagon Alley, and student wizards and witches were everywhere getting prepared for their next school term at their schools. Harry smiled and waved as he recognized his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They waved back and ran to him.
"Do you have your list of books, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Yeah," Harry replied, pulling it out and looking it over. "Looks like the same old boring texts."
"Sure does," Ron agreed.
"No they're not," Hermione piped up. "They're very good pieces of literature. If they were such bad books, then why would the Hogwarts teachers want us to get them?"
"Because the teachers want to bore us to death?" Ron asked sarcastically.
"Really, Ron, stop joking around," Hermione snarled.
"I'm not joking," Ron said, egging her on. "I'd rather be killed by the Avada Kadavra curse!"
"Ok, Ron, that's enough!" Harry cried.
Ron giggled, and soon Harry joined in. Hermione just gave them both dirty looks.
"Let's head over to Gringotts," Harry said. "I need to get some Galleons for books."
The wizard's bank that was ran by goblins welcomed Harry as he went to his vault and removed a bit of the small fortune Harry's parents had left him after they'd died. Harry came out of the bank moments later to rejoin his friends. Together, they first got new robes (which Ron was able to afford now from the Triwizard winnings that Harry had given to Fred and George Weasley, but only on the condition that Ron would be given new dress robes). They finished with their dress things and then went over to Flourish and Blotts. They each bought The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 5 and many other books that were required for this year's term.
"I wonder who our new Defense Against the Arts teacher is," Ron said as they paid for their books at the counter.
"I wonder, too," Harry muttered.
He didn't know what teacher would take the job. They hadn't had a repeat teacher for that subject yet. It was said that the teaching position was cursed, but that was just a myth.
"You know that Snape'll just hate him again," Hermione added.
Ron and Harry nodded. It was well known that Snape envied the teachers of that job, and had always wanted the position, probably because of being a Death Eater himself.
They exited the bookstore with their supplies. Harry heard a small hoot and looked around. He eyed Ron. Ron only grinned and pulled Pigwidgeon out of his pocket, the small owl that Sirius had let Ron keep after taking Scabbers away, but only because Scabbers had ended up being Wormtail, the killer of Harry's parents.
"He's so cute," Hermione cooed.
Pigwidgeon hooted and flew out of Ron's pocket.
"Pig!" Ron cried. "Get back here!"
But Pig flew onto Hermione's shoulder, hooting affectionately. Ron scowled.
"Suck up," he muttered.
He snatched back Pigwidgeon and replaced him back in his pocket.
"Come on," Harry said. "We've got to get going. We need to be at Platform 9 3/4 in half an hour!"
"Wow," Hermione said. "We'd better hurry."
They ran out of Diagon Alley, but as they were doing so, Harry glimpsed a book inside Flourish and Blotts.
"How To Become An Animagi," Harry read aloud. He looked over at his other two friends, who had also stopped.
"No-" Hermione started.
"Wait here," Harry interupted, and dashed inside. Within minutes, he ran back outside, the book under his arm. He opened his trunk and threw it in, and then closed it. Hedwig hooted at the noise from the closing trunk.
"What do you need that for?" Ron asked.
"I'm just curious about it, that's all," Harry explained.
The three ran out of Diagon Alley and boarded the Knight Bus. They were whisped away to King's Cross station within minutes. They got off and ran through the barrier onto Platform 9 3/4. The Hogwarts Express was steaming, getting ready to leave. Hermione jumped on first, followed by Ron, and Harry brought up the rear. They walked into an empty compartment and collapsed into their seats.
Everyone soon fell asleep...everyone, that is, except Harry. He looked at his sleeping friends. Then, he opened his trunk and pulled out his new book on Animagi. He flipped it open and read column after column. He couldn't find what he was looking for. He was about to put it back when he noticed one of the pages was stuck together with another. He pulled out his wand, muttered a curse, and the pages seperated. He opened it all the way and uncovered what he wanted. It was the section on how to transform into an animagi. Harry read over the pages endlessly, following the steps. How he so wanted to transform into one, and he was going to do it, too. Without anyone's help. Harry was still plotting his plan when the car door opened and a figure he'd never seen stepped in. It was a girl, his age, who was pretty enough for Harry to notice. The girl looked at him.
"Hi," Harry said.
"Hi," the girl replied.
"I haven't seen you around before," Harry said. "Are you new?"
"I am a fifth year, but I've been training and living on my own since I was born," she replied. "I'm actually pretty good at magic."
"Nice to know," Harry said. "Have you been sorted?"
"Oh, yeah, but kind of oddly," she shrugged. "My brother's in Gryffindor, so that's what I got."
"Oh, who's your brother?" Harry asked.
"I'm really not sure of his name," she shrugged again. "I've heard he's a great wizard though."
Harry nodded.
"I only know a few," he admitted. "By the way, what's your name? I didn't catch it."
"Oh, I'm sorry, how rude of me," the girl blushed. "I'm Rose. Rose Potter."
Harry choked on his own saliva. His eyes grew wide.
"Are your parents..." he started.
"They were killed by Voldemort when I was born," she whispered, looking at her feet. "The only family I have left is my twin brother, and that's who I'm here to find."
"Well, I'm Harry," he smiled. "Harry Potter."
Rose looked up at him. She gaped in suprise. They laughed and hugged eachother tight. When they seperated, Harry looked at her oddly.
"I never knew I had a sibling, let alone a twin!" he exclaimed.
"Neither did I," Rose agreed. "I wrote the headmaster...Dumbledore, I think his name is, and he wrote back in a giddy attitude also, and said that I had a brother here. So, suprise to us!"
"Yeah," Harry muttered. "We have family...well, kind of. We have Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia and Dudley, but let's forget them. Our godfather, Sirius Black, is who I live with now. He's the closest I have, well, besides you."
"Awesome, I knew about Sirius from the muggle news when I lived in London for a little, I read it in the papers, but I never knew he was our godfather," Rose looked a bit uneasy. "Is he nice?"
"Nicer than you know," Harry assured her.
Rose sighed with relief.
"Well, this year is certainly going to be interesting," Harry said aloud. "After the sorceror's stone, the chamber of secrets, the tunnels and such in my third year, the triwizard tournament...this probably tops them all put together by a long shot."
Rose grinned. Her and Harry both swayed a bit as the Howgarts Express came to a halt.
"Do you have your list of books, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Yeah," Harry replied, pulling it out and looking it over. "Looks like the same old boring texts."
"Sure does," Ron agreed.
"No they're not," Hermione piped up. "They're very good pieces of literature. If they were such bad books, then why would the Hogwarts teachers want us to get them?"
"Because the teachers want to bore us to death?" Ron asked sarcastically.
"Really, Ron, stop joking around," Hermione snarled.
"I'm not joking," Ron said, egging her on. "I'd rather be killed by the Avada Kadavra curse!"
"Ok, Ron, that's enough!" Harry cried.
Ron giggled, and soon Harry joined in. Hermione just gave them both dirty looks.
"Let's head over to Gringotts," Harry said. "I need to get some Galleons for books."
The wizard's bank that was ran by goblins welcomed Harry as he went to his vault and removed a bit of the small fortune Harry's parents had left him after they'd died. Harry came out of the bank moments later to rejoin his friends. Together, they first got new robes (which Ron was able to afford now from the Triwizard winnings that Harry had given to Fred and George Weasley, but only on the condition that Ron would be given new dress robes). They finished with their dress things and then went over to Flourish and Blotts. They each bought The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 5 and many other books that were required for this year's term.
"I wonder who our new Defense Against the Arts teacher is," Ron said as they paid for their books at the counter.
"I wonder, too," Harry muttered.
He didn't know what teacher would take the job. They hadn't had a repeat teacher for that subject yet. It was said that the teaching position was cursed, but that was just a myth.
"You know that Snape'll just hate him again," Hermione added.
Ron and Harry nodded. It was well known that Snape envied the teachers of that job, and had always wanted the position, probably because of being a Death Eater himself.
They exited the bookstore with their supplies. Harry heard a small hoot and looked around. He eyed Ron. Ron only grinned and pulled Pigwidgeon out of his pocket, the small owl that Sirius had let Ron keep after taking Scabbers away, but only because Scabbers had ended up being Wormtail, the killer of Harry's parents.
"He's so cute," Hermione cooed.
Pigwidgeon hooted and flew out of Ron's pocket.
"Pig!" Ron cried. "Get back here!"
But Pig flew onto Hermione's shoulder, hooting affectionately. Ron scowled.
"Suck up," he muttered.
He snatched back Pigwidgeon and replaced him back in his pocket.
"Come on," Harry said. "We've got to get going. We need to be at Platform 9 3/4 in half an hour!"
"Wow," Hermione said. "We'd better hurry."
They ran out of Diagon Alley, but as they were doing so, Harry glimpsed a book inside Flourish and Blotts.
"How To Become An Animagi," Harry read aloud. He looked over at his other two friends, who had also stopped.
"No-" Hermione started.
"Wait here," Harry interupted, and dashed inside. Within minutes, he ran back outside, the book under his arm. He opened his trunk and threw it in, and then closed it. Hedwig hooted at the noise from the closing trunk.
"What do you need that for?" Ron asked.
"I'm just curious about it, that's all," Harry explained.
The three ran out of Diagon Alley and boarded the Knight Bus. They were whisped away to King's Cross station within minutes. They got off and ran through the barrier onto Platform 9 3/4. The Hogwarts Express was steaming, getting ready to leave. Hermione jumped on first, followed by Ron, and Harry brought up the rear. They walked into an empty compartment and collapsed into their seats.
Everyone soon fell asleep...everyone, that is, except Harry. He looked at his sleeping friends. Then, he opened his trunk and pulled out his new book on Animagi. He flipped it open and read column after column. He couldn't find what he was looking for. He was about to put it back when he noticed one of the pages was stuck together with another. He pulled out his wand, muttered a curse, and the pages seperated. He opened it all the way and uncovered what he wanted. It was the section on how to transform into an animagi. Harry read over the pages endlessly, following the steps. How he so wanted to transform into one, and he was going to do it, too. Without anyone's help. Harry was still plotting his plan when the car door opened and a figure he'd never seen stepped in. It was a girl, his age, who was pretty enough for Harry to notice. The girl looked at him.
"Hi," Harry said.
"Hi," the girl replied.
"I haven't seen you around before," Harry said. "Are you new?"
"I am a fifth year, but I've been training and living on my own since I was born," she replied. "I'm actually pretty good at magic."
"Nice to know," Harry said. "Have you been sorted?"
"Oh, yeah, but kind of oddly," she shrugged. "My brother's in Gryffindor, so that's what I got."
"Oh, who's your brother?" Harry asked.
"I'm really not sure of his name," she shrugged again. "I've heard he's a great wizard though."
Harry nodded.
"I only know a few," he admitted. "By the way, what's your name? I didn't catch it."
"Oh, I'm sorry, how rude of me," the girl blushed. "I'm Rose. Rose Potter."
Harry choked on his own saliva. His eyes grew wide.
"Are your parents..." he started.
"They were killed by Voldemort when I was born," she whispered, looking at her feet. "The only family I have left is my twin brother, and that's who I'm here to find."
"Well, I'm Harry," he smiled. "Harry Potter."
Rose looked up at him. She gaped in suprise. They laughed and hugged eachother tight. When they seperated, Harry looked at her oddly.
"I never knew I had a sibling, let alone a twin!" he exclaimed.
"Neither did I," Rose agreed. "I wrote the headmaster...Dumbledore, I think his name is, and he wrote back in a giddy attitude also, and said that I had a brother here. So, suprise to us!"
"Yeah," Harry muttered. "We have family...well, kind of. We have Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia and Dudley, but let's forget them. Our godfather, Sirius Black, is who I live with now. He's the closest I have, well, besides you."
"Awesome, I knew about Sirius from the muggle news when I lived in London for a little, I read it in the papers, but I never knew he was our godfather," Rose looked a bit uneasy. "Is he nice?"
"Nicer than you know," Harry assured her.
Rose sighed with relief.
"Well, this year is certainly going to be interesting," Harry said aloud. "After the sorceror's stone, the chamber of secrets, the tunnels and such in my third year, the triwizard tournament...this probably tops them all put together by a long shot."
Rose grinned. Her and Harry both swayed a bit as the Howgarts Express came to a halt.