Lily in Diagon Alley
"Well ere we are, Leaky Cauldron. This is a famous place you know."
Lily came to the other side of London exhausted just so that a gigantic man can point out a small little pub, which most likely no one will ever lay eyes on it not even if he/she stood next to it, but if someone actually points it out (like what this Hagrid is doing now) you might just see it. Now Lily is wondering whether this big fool here is mad. A tiny and yet shabby inn in the middle of London can't be famous. Only big and grand four and a half or five star hotels in London are ever famous.
Lily slowly walked away from him hoping he wouldn't notice it. Then Hagrid grabbed her arm and took her in and said "Well c'mon."
They walked into the inn and an innkeeper comes out in his auburn apron. "Well Hagrid what do you want?"
"Nah, sorry Tom not now."
The Tom, whom this Hagrid had just named, smiled at her with a scary toothless grin on his face. Now Lily's wondering whether she's now being kidnapped or not.
"Err, Hagrid I really ought to go back to my parents now since they don't know about this as you may've noticed I don't even know you and …"
Now Hagrid just tapped a brick three other bricks above a dustbin and just opened up to a new place.
"Now what were you saying just then?" asked Hagrid.
"What is this place?" said Lily in awe.
"Diagon Alley, Lily, Diagon Alley."
"What's that?"
"Lily did I happen to mention to you that you can be a witch."
"A WITCH!" Lily screamed with amazement and wondering whether to feel insulted to be called a witch by a stranger.
"Keep your pants on. It's quite all right; I mean there are other witches all over the world. And don't you worry I've already owled your parents about this."
"Owled?"
"The way that owl came to you with that mail, in our community of wizards use owl postage."
"Oh, so that's what it was."
Lily had such a good time she even forgot to suspect this Hagrid to be a kidnapper anymore. In fact during the journey he's proven to be sane. She went home and asked her dad for some money and took her along to Diagon Alley. He was astonished, his mouthed opened up through most of the journey, and he didn't close it until Lily pushed it up for him every few minutes. It took a lot of talking until he agreed. Lily leapt in happiness, hardly thinking this arrangement is going to change her entire life and what kind of time Mr Evans is going to have explaining all this to his wife when she returns overseas realizing her daughter has become something she's never heard of when she returned and without her acknowledgement and how Mrs Evans' going to respond to the barn owls stalking her with paper in their beaks beckoning at them.
