So, I've had this story in the works for over a year... Enjoy!
Pairings: Kate, Ari (Main focus), Tony/Ziva (You shoulda seen that coming), etc. Canon Harry Potter Pairings as well...
Chapter 1: Diagon Alley
July 31st.
It was a bright, nippy July day in London, and eleven-year-old Ari Haswari was dragging his father Eli David to a dark, dingy pub in London called "The Leaky Cauldron," which held the gateway to Diagon Alley. Ari was ecstatic. He had received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that morning, and he promptly dragged his father and his half-sister Ziva to Diagon Alley. Needless to say, Eli was un-happy about the impromptu family outing.
Eli pushed the door to the dingy pub and quickly ushered his children inside. Being from Israel, they were not yet accustomed to the cooler climate of England.
"Eli!" The wizened old bartender Tom, who had gone to Hogwarts a few years before Eli, promptly greeted his old friend. "Are you having a cuppa today?"
"Shalom, Tom," Eli replied. "And I am afraid not. My son received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts today." Eli ruffled Ari's hair and the eleven year old quickly produced a comb from his pocket and put his hair back the way it was. He was seriously starting to consider hair gel (Or cutting his hair off) if Eli was to keep that up.
"Well, many congratulations to the little man!"
Ari opened his mouth to say something, but Eli quickly shushed him and ushered his children toward the entrance to Diagon Alley. Eli pulled his wand from his pocket and tapped the necessary bricks, then pulled his children away from the wall and watched their awestruck faces as the archway opened.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley," he said.
Ari took off at a run and Eli used his wand to reel in his son. Ari gave his father a look and quickly straightened his jacket. Eli chuckled but placed his hand on his son's shoulder to keep him from bolting again. Finally, they reached their destination, Gringott's Bank. Ari and Ziva stared at the marble building in awe as Eli walked through the front doors, still holding Ari by the shoulder.
"Father, are these goblins?" Ari asked.
"They are," Eli replied. "Very clever, but very tricky. Stay close to me."
Ari nodded and quickly hid behind Eli as he made his way to the front desk, where another goblin was seated.
"Can I help you?" The goblin looked up from his paperwork after Eli cleared his throat three or four times.
"I wish to access my vault," Eli promptly said.
"Name?"
"Eli David."
The goblin left his perch immediately and replied rather fearfully, "Follow me please, Mr. David."
Eli and his children followed the goblin to a cart that looked like it could not possibly hold a fully grown man, two children, and a goblin.
"Hang on," Eli told his kids after they clambered in. "And be careful you do not throw up."
Unseen, Ari rolled his eyes at his father's words, yet he grabbed onto the cart anyway. The cart lurched forward and quickly picked up speed, and Ari and Ziva both turned the same shade of green. The cart rolled deeper into the bowels of Gringott's, and Eli's kids turned greener. The cart finally lurched to a halt.
"Vault 1038," the goblin said, climbing out of the cart.
Eli and the kids followed, and surprisingly, neither of the kids vomited. The goblin placed his hand to the door of the vault, and the kids watched in awe as it melted away.
"If anyone but a Gringott's goblin tried that, they'd be sucked through the door and stuck in the vault," the goblin added as an afterthought.
"How often do you check to see if anybody is in there?" Ziva finally spoke, having been more awestruck than Ari.
"About once every thousand years," the Goblin replied with a grin.
"Ignore him," Eli said, grabbing a few handfuls of gold Galleons, silver Sickles, and bronze Knuts and placed the money into a leather pouch. He left the vault and the goblin resealed it as the David clan clambered back into the cart.
The cart came to a stop back at the front of the bank, and Ari quickly bailed out, doubling over and dry-heaving. Fortunately, he didn't puke, and he followed his father out of the bank with Ziva in tow.
"Which shop are we going to first?" Ari asked.
"Divide and conquer," Eli replied. "I will go get your books; you go get your robes."
Ari nodded and accepted a handful of money from Eli, then he ran to Madam Malkin's Robe Shop. The place was bustling with other wide-eyed First Years, as well as returning students that needed their robes hemmed or replaced. After five minutes or so, Ari was approached by a harried looking witch.
"First Year?" She asked. "Remove the jacket, please."
Ari nodded, and after reluctantly removing his jacket, he was dragged by the scruff of his collar to a fitting room, where he was quickly turned into a human pincushion. He winced in pain a couple of times, but he quickly turned his attention away from the pins and made eye contact with a girl that he assumed was also a First Year, smiling when he wasn't being pricked. The girl smiled back and waved, but before Ari could get a word out, the witch announced that he was set, and he paid for his robes, quickly making his way out of the shop and bumping into Eli and Ziva, who were exiting Flourish and Blotts, the bookstore in Diagon Alley.
"Where next?" Ari asked.
"I am thinking the apothecary," Eli replied.
After a few hours and more stops, including the owl emporium, Ari only had one thing left on his list, and it was the one thing he had been looking forward to above all else.
"I still need a wand," Ari said, more excited than he'd been all day.
Chuckling, Eli ushered Ari into Ollivander's (Makers of fine wands since 682 B.C.). The old man that ran the shop, Mr. Ollivander, was nowhere to be seen at first. There was only a bell, and a sign that read Ring for service. Ari rang the bell multiple times before Ollivander finally appeared.
"Ah, Mr. Haswari," Ollivander said. "I wondered when I would be seeing you. Tell me, which is your wand arm?"
"Um, I am right-handed," Ari replied. All of a sudden, an old silver tape measure popped out of Ollivander's pocket and started measuring Ari's arm, causing Ziva to start laughing.
"Laugh it up, little sister," Ari said, smiling. "In due time, this will be you."
Ziva stuck her tongue out at Ari as Ollivander's tape measure finished its job and jumped back into his pocket. Ollivander walked back into his massive store of wands and picked one at random.
"Try this," he said to Ari. "Hawthorne and Dragon Heartstring, nine inches. Nice and supple, excellent for transfiguration work. Give it a go."
Ari pointed the wand at nothing in particular and gave it a wave. Ollivander's files went up in flames and the wandmaker was quick to extinguish it.
"Apparently not," he said, taking the Hawthorne wand away from Ari. He grabbed another wand and gave it to Ari to try. "Elm and Unicorn hair. Eleven inches. Very good for charm work."
Ari waved the new wand and knocked out a window.
"Oops," he said, placing the wand on the counter as Eli repaired the window.
Ollivander retreated deeper into his shop and came back with a quizzical look on his face.
"Try this," he told Ari. "Pecan wood with the hair of a thestral. I had to travel to the United States to acquire the wood to design this wand. Ten and a half inches. Excellent for defensive magic."
Ari took the wand, and immediately, he felt the connection. He brought the wand around in a swishing motion and a shower of sparks erupted from the tip of the wand.
"Very good," Ollivander said. "This wand will rarely, if ever change its allegiance, Mr. Haswari. You should be proud. That will be seven galleons, and I will bill your father for my files later."
"Very well," Eli said, paying for the wand and following his son and daughter out of the shop.
Ari walked down the cobblestone street, laughing with his sister about what happened in the shop with the windows and the files. Clouds were starting to move in, and the David clan hurried back into The Leaky Cauldron before Eli took his children's hands and led them to the subway (Or "Tube," as the British call it) that would take them home.
"Next year, we are using Floo Powder," Eli grumbled, noting the stares he and his family drew.