I don't own any rights to the Potter-verse, Jerrod and Beck are my imaginations though.
1 "Boiling the Cauldron"
Jerrod Reilly sat outside in the bright sunlight; the ice-cream was melting in its china bowl. In this secluded part of London, there were only a few people bustling around, most of them with a stare for Jerrod. In this alley, a certain amount of exoticism could be found, but Goth's were few and far between. In the most intense heatwave in English history, any kind of activity brought copious amounts of sweating. The owner of the ice-cream parlour walked out to Jerrod.
'Alright there son?' the man asked. Jerrod nodded, his black hair falling about his face. Pushing it back behind his ears, he answered.
'Ice cream's good Florean, but this weather's nuts.' Florean Fortescue shook his head.
'Word on the down low is that someone's being playing with the weather.'
'Who is it?' Jerrod took a spoonful of the melting ice-cream.
'No-one I know. Give a shout if you need anything okay?' Florean returned to his shop. Jerrod relaxed in the wicker chair. He enjoyed life in Diagon Alley.
Jerrod had been living at the Leaky Cauldron for the past two weeks. His dad, Jackson Reilly, was a head of office at the Ministry for Magic, and had been called on an urgent business trip. As such, Jerrod had been deposited at Diagon Alley, to await the beginning of his new school, which was only seven days away. An owl swooped in low over the café, and deposited a letter in Jerrod's ice-cream. Wiping away the strawberry streaks, he opened the letter, which contained a book list, subject selection form and a note on his coming of age. Jerrod would be seventeen this year, and hence be allowed to perform magic outside of school.
Wandering down the Alley, he entered Gringott's, the wizard bank. Short goblins rushed about the place, making it near impossible to walk. Jerrod stepped in front of a teller window.
'Business?' asked the goblin, gruffly.
'A withdrawal please' said Jerrod, looking at the goblin. The goblin jumped over his desk, and sped towards the stairs, impossibly fast for such short legs. Jerrod jogged to catch up.
After the mind-bogglingly fast trip, Jerrod walked out of Gringott's with a pocket full of Galleons. Back up the Alley, Jerrod could see shops full of other students, hastening about for their school supplies. He forced his way into Flourish and Blotts, making a grab for his books. Once he'd all his books, Jerrod noticed the setting sun, and trudged back up to the Leaky Cauldron. Smoke was billowing from the open windows, and shouts of "Fire" echoed down the Alley. Jerrod rushed into the Cauldron.
'Jerrod!' called Tom, the owner of the Cauldron, who was waving his wand at a raging fire. Jerrod whipped out his wand, and began casting water into the fire. Other witches and wizards began to join in the fight, and minutes later the fire was out.
'Hey, what happened?' asked Jerrod, replacing his wand up his right sleeve.
'Fire' said Tom, 'one of the cook's went for a bit of relief.' Jerrod laughed.
'At least the Cauldron's alright' said Jerrod. Tom grinned.
'You're going starting school in a week right Jer?' Jerrod answered.
'Yeah, first time at Hogwarts.'