Chapter 1: THE GIFT
Harry Potter shuffled down the busy streets of Diagon Alley carrying his new school supplies. It was just the other day that the large Hagrid had busted down his door and delivered the news to him that he was a wizard. Fast forward to the present time, and he had just bought a thick wand from Mr. Ollivander.
Harry stopped in front of Flourish and Blotts, which Hagrid had told him was the best bookstore in London. Although Harry was excited to begin his first year at Hogwarts, he was never taught to read growing up, and feared being mocked by his fellow classmates. Harry turned away from the window and almost ran into a woman standing behind him. She was tall and curvy, and had a large pair of tatas that jiggled as she laughed.
"Hey sweetie, you lookin' for a good time?" she croaked like a toad.
"No thanks, I need to find my friend," Harry said.
"Ok," the witch moaned, "but I saw the way you looked at me, and as Mr. Ollivander always says, 'The wand chooses the wizard.'"
Harry having no idea what she meant scurried off back toward the entrance of Diagon Alley. He put down the box that his new wand was in, along with the textbooks he was also carrying. He looked down the street and took in his surroundings. Wizards and witches sure did like to wear funny hats, and a goblin holding hands with an elderly woman really made Harry take a second look.
"Ay 'arry, you get a wand," he heard a rough masculine voice ask.
Harry turned to his large friend Hagrid and grinned, "I sure did, Mr. Ollivander said it was a good one!"
"Well I be happy for you 'arry," Hagrid smiled big, "you have anything else on your list?"
Before Harry could tell Hagrid the last thing he needed, a creepy voice cut him off.
"I know what you need boy," the person said.
Harry turned the other direction to see a withered up, old man sitting in a puddle against the brick walls of Diagon Alley. The man stunk and was wearing bright yellow rainboots.
"What would that be?" Harry asked curiously.
"Don't talk to strangers 'arry!" Hagrid barked like a dog, "you can't trust all wizards you come across."
"Yes," the old man remarked, "not all wizards are good, in fact, I have seen quite a few bad ones in my lifetime, but I can assure ye that I am a goodhearted man that only wishes to give you a gift that would greatly benefit you while you're at Hogwarts."
"Be careful 'arry" Hagrid warned.
"It's ok Hagrid," Harry assured him, "I'm not afraid." He turned to the old man and nodded his head, and the old man nodded in return.
His eyes quickly darted to the yellow rainboot that was on his right foot. He wrapped his long fingers around it and yanked it off.
"OH MY PETUNIA!" Harry shouted looking at the old man's foot. Harry had never seen so many toes in his life. It was unbelievable; it was as if the man had hit the toe jackpot.
"It looks like you have twenty-eight toes!" Harry exclaimed.
"Twenty-nine!" the old man shouted.
"How will this help me at Hogwarts?" Harry asked, "Hagrid, did we forget an ingredient for Potions class?"
As Harry completed his sentence the old man pulled out a rusty saw from behind him and smirked at him with all three teeth.
"'arry stand back!" Hagrid shouted as he pulled Harry behind him raising his pink umbrella at the man.
"No need to be afraid," the old man said, "it's a gift." He then started sawing at his toe jackpot screaming in laughter.
Harry stood there in disbelief. He had never seen such a sight. Was this what he would expect to see at Hogwarts. He looked at the ground and saw three toes had already been sawed off.
The old man looked at Harry crazed, "YE WANT ME TOES?" he screamed.
People within Diagon Alley had begun to take notice of what was happening. Gasps could be heard throughout the street. Mothers covering the eyes of their young children, and teenagers cackling at the craziness they were witnessing.
"YE WANT ME TOES?" the old man screamed again, "PICK ME TOES UP. IT'S ME GIFT TO YOU!"
"Let's get out of here 'arry," Hagrid puffed, forcibly grabbing Harry to come along with him. Harry looked back at the old man, but Hagrid twisted his head back the other direction and pushed him along.
"I don't want to ever see you talk to another stranger, you hear me?" Hagrid angrily pouted. Harry nodded his head as he heard one last scream.
"DON'T FORGET YE TOES!"