James Potter and the Death Eater's Revenge

Diagon Alley

Driving down the London street on a hot June day was not something James had in mind. But the place he was going was worth the drive. Especially with his father being one of the most famous people he could think of.

"Mum, where are we going?" Asked a little red haired girl.

"Lily, honey, we're going to Diagon Alley to get James his school supplies." Her mother answered for the third time, trying to stay calm. "Now James, cat, toad or owl."

"Duh. I want a Great-Horned Owl named Hedwig." James insisted.

He heard a slight hint of crying from the driver's seat. It was James' father, Harry Potter. Harry had owned a snowy owl named Hedwig that had been killed when he was 16.

"Well, If it's okay with Dad." He said.

"Sure James." Harry told his son.

They parked outside a small pub. Above the door was a sign that read, in blue letters: The Leaky Cauldron. The small family all bundled out of their Ford Fusion car.

"Ah. It'll be nice to see Hannah again. Haven't seen her since January." Ginny said.

"Well. The last time I saw her was when I was taking Teddy to Diagon Alley with Andromeda." Said Harry.

"When is Teddy coming home?" Albus said, surprising his family as he had not spoken the whole trip.

"It's the forth of June, so... about two or three weeks." His mother told him.

"Ahhhhh." Lily whined.

"Okay now. James Sirius, Albus Severus and Lily Luna. You are about to enter an all wizarding place. Please behave yourselves." Harry said. Then he leaned over to whisper to his oldest. "And James, I'm watching you!"

"Dad!" He complained.

"James."

"Fine."

"Good."

They realized they were alone and walked into the pub to catch up the rest of the Potters. Inside the pub was a small bar, eight green tables, a set of doors for bathrooms, a door leading outside and a set a stairs going upstairs. Then coming out of the woman's washroom, was a blond woman. She then walked behind the bar counter put down the things she was carrying then walked over to the five Potters.

"Hello, Harry. Ginny. James, Albus and Lily."

"Hello," Lily said running over to hug Hannah. "how are you?"

"Oh, I'm quite fine, Ms Potter. Though I'll be better when Neville gets home." She answered. "Oh. Let me get Frankie." Then she yelled for her son.

Then a small, blond boy walked down the stairs. He looked just like his father. "Yes, mum." He asked his mother. "Oh never mind." he answered himself, looking to the Potters.

Then Hannah asked, "If I give you some money, will you take Frankie to Diagon Alley for his Hogwarts supplies? I can't leave because of the pub and Frankie has nothing else to do."

"Sure. Come on Frankie." Ginny said.

"Thank you." She said, reaching into her pockets. "There. She said. She pulled out a couple dozen coins. "Do you need the list of supplies?"

"Nope. We got James'." Harry told her, walking toward the door.

When the six got out the door, they came across a brick wall.

"Umm, Ginny. I forgot how the order you tap the bricks."

"Oh. You can remember everything else." Ginny complained. "But here."

She walked over to the wall and taped four bricks. Then, there was a slight hissing sound. But, after a few seconds, it stopped and revealed a door. Opening the door, Harry and his family and Frankie, walked through the entrance and the four kids gasped. There were about a dozen shops including the Potter kids' uncle's shop, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

"Dad. Can me and Frankie go see Uncle George." James asked, with a puppy-dog face.

"Only if George doesn't give you any free pranks. I don't need a swamp or cloud of smoke in my house!" Ginny warned them.

George Weasley was one of her older brothers. Well considering she was the youngest, six older brothers. George and his twin Fred had founded the shop after her husband, Harry, gave them the money to invest in.

James and Frankie ran down the street and threw open the door.

"Hey Uncle George." James said.

"Oh. Hello Fames." he answered.

He was wearing his magenta suit. He had red hair and freckles. But the thing that made James really know he was talking to his uncle, was that he had only one ear. 18 years ago, someone had cut off George's right ear with a curse (possibly) meant for James' father.

"Well, what can I get my favorite customers. Free portable swamps or-" He was cut off by Frankie.

"George, your sister said you can't give us free pranks any more."

"Yeah. Mom doesn't like having a swamp or cloud of smoke or something like that in the house. I don't know why?. James said. "Grandma said when we moved in that when dad was fifteen you guys found tons of weird things under couches and stuff."

"Ah. 12 Grimmauld Place. Yup, some nasty things were there."

The front door opened and shut.

"Oh, got a customer." He walked away and then said. "Harry, is it true? Did sis say no more free pranks for James and Frankie?"

"Yup, Sorry George. But she didn't say you can't give me some, then me give any!"

"Don't you dare Harry!" Ginny walked in with Albus and Lily. "George, it's not good for business giving away free things. Even to family!"

"Ah you sound like mum!" He complained. "Well, the King of Mischief must go back to work!"

"What about the Prince of Mischief?" James called but George didn't reply.

"Oh come on James. Let's go get your's and Frankies things." Ginny said.

The six left the shop and set down the alley. And stopped before two shops.

"Ollivanders Wand Shop or Flourish and Blotts." Harry asked.

"Ollivanders!" James and Frankie said.

"Harry, will you take Albus and Lily to get an ice cream while I take James and Frankie in?"

"Sure."

He, Albus and Lily walked away leaving James, Frankie and Ginny alone. They opened the door to the Wand shop and walked in. It was a small shop with many dusty boxes. It was nearly empty except a spining chair and a desk with cash register. But off to the right was black haired woman with a pale, black haired boy. The woman turned her head and Ginny gasped.

"Pansy!" She said.

"Ah Ginny. You have two boys?"

"No, well yes but... uh. Okay this one is mine" she said pointing to James. "And this one is Neville Longbottom's. My other two are with their father."

"And who would that be? Finnigan? Thomas? Or Corner?" Pansy asked.

"Harry Potter." Ginny replied. "I see you have a son two."

"Two, but the youngest is at home with his father." She spat. "This is Edward."

"Edward Parkison?" James asked.

"Edward Malfoy!" the blacked haired boy said.

"I thought Draco was married to Astoria and had a son. Scorpius isn't it." Ginny said.

"Don't speak of my ex and his family." She spat again, with a very deep tone.

"Well who is the new father?"

"Theodore Nott."

"What are you doing in my shop?" Yelled an old man.

"Ah Mr. Ollivander." Ginny said. "Could you be a gentleman and help me find these two boys their wands?"

"Certainly, Mrs. Potter." He said. "Please follow me."

He lead them to the left, back corner of the shop. It had many dusty boxes. Along with a step ladder.

"Which is oldest?" He asked the boys.

"I am." James said, walking up to Mr. Ollivander.

"Then you will be first." He told James. "What's your name?"

"James." He gulped. He did want to go first, but when Ollivander said he was going first, he was freaked!

"Okay James. Always remember this: The wand chooses the wizard... it's not always clear why."

Then he grabbed in abox and pulled out a wand "Try this." He told him. "Ash, 15", Unicorn hair.

As soon as it touched James' hand, it shot sparkes across the room. Then he dropped it and it stopped.

"Okay wrong one." Ollivander said picking up the wand.

He pulled out another. "Rowan, 8¾", Dragon heartstring."

Once again, when it touched James' hand, it shot out sparkes and James dropped it.

"Wrong one." He repeated picking up the fallen wand.

After every wand in the box was tried. Ollivander grabbed the step ladder and climbed it. He grabbed a darkened coloured wand.

"Hawthorn, 13", Dragon heartstring." Ollivander said handing over the wand to James.

When it touched his hand, James expected sparkes but retreaved a warm feeling. It was wonderful. He felt like he could rule the world!

"This is a good sign!" Ollivander said, putting his wrinkeled hands through his long, white hair. "Try saying lumos."

"Lumos." James said. The end of his wand lit up and a ray of light shot across the room. Although dim from the sun coming through the windows.

"Okay. Now Nox."

"Nox." The light vanished.

"James Potter. Your new wand. Let's go tell your mother." Mr. Ollivander told him.

"Mum, mum, mum. My new wand. Hawthorn, 13", Dragon heartstring!" James said excitedly. "I mean my new wand. Thanks Mr. O." he finished, trying to sound cool.

"Okay. Now you." Ollivander pointed to Frankie.

"O-ok-k-kay." Frankie managed.

They walked away. After five minutes. Frankie came back. He was carrying a light coloured wand.

"Hickory, 12", Unicorn hair." Frankie said.

"Thank you Mr. Ollivander." Ginny said. "How much will this cost?"

"Oh 17 galleons. Mrs. Potter."

"Okay." She fished out 17 gold coins out of her purse. "Here you go."

The three walked out of the shop. It was warmer than before but looking at his watch, Frankie declared it was 1:17 PM.

"Let's find your father James."

They walked along watching the families and friends walk through and among each other. Many of them children. James and Frankie would say hi as they went. But the adults would just nod their heads to Ginny. Many of them were bearing scars of varying sizes. But of course James nor Frankie cared why any of them had those scars. Many would not every speak of the terrors they had faced as teens, even to their own children and how they got them.

Then they saw a man with a brown haired boy and red haired girl, all carrying ice cream cones.

"Dad!" James yelled while running to catch his father.

"Wait for me James!" Frankie called out to him.

When Ginny finally caught up to them, Albus was down with his cone, and Lily was covered in hers.

"Well. Bath time for Ms. Potter." Her mother said.

They all laughed.

"Harry, I'll take Lily home and get her changed. Take the boys to get their things." Then she dissapered.

Harry sighed. "Let us venture these streets finding adventure and books!"

They set off down the alley searching for a shop to find the many things that filled the walls of those shops.