After Hagrid had gotten a small grubby-looking package out of vault 713 they went to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions – or rather, Harry did, Hagrid went to The Leaky Cauldron because he was feeling sick from the cart ride at Gringott's.
So, Harry ended up going to Madam Malkin's shop alone, feeling rather nervous that someone would find his dad's will in his pocket.
Madam Malkin was a short, chubby woman who beamed at him as he entered.
'Hogwarts, dear?' She asked as he walked up the counter. 'Got the lot here – another young man being fitted up right now, in fact.'
At the back of the shop a pale boy with blonde hair slicked back and looking like it was made of plastic was standing on a footstool while another witch pinned up his long, black robes.
Madam Malkin made Harry stand on a stool next to him as she slipped a long robe over his head and began to measure him and pin his robes accordingly.
'Hello,' Said the boy. 'Hogwarts too?'
'What else?' Harry replied, feeling relatively annoyed since he was trying to think – Why did Moony and Padfoot sound so familiar?
The boy glared at him.
'You think you're so special?' The boy sneered. 'I'll have you know that I am a Malfoy.' He said it proudly, as though it was some sort of royal title and Harry wondered if there was such thing as royalty in the Wizarding World.
'A Malfoy?' Harry snorted, trying to act as though he at least knew something.
'Yeah, my mother and father practically own the Wizarding World.' Malfoy bragged. 'Where are your parents?'
'Dead.' Harry deadpanned
'Oh,' For a minute Malfoy seemed lost for words. 'Well, they were our kind, weren't they?'
'They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean.' Harry said coolly
'Good, because I don't speak to filthy little Mudbloods and Half-Bloods.' Malfoy said. 'What's your surname anyway.
'That's you done, dear.' Madam Malkin said before he could reply and Harry, happy for an excuse to stop talking to the boy, hopped off the stool and paid for his robes.
Hagrid bought him ice cream, chocolate and raspberry with nuts, and decided that his conversation with the Malfoy boy would be the perfect opportunity to try and ask Hagrid about the Wizarding World without being seen as suspicious.
'Who is Sirius Black?' Harry asked
Hagrid's usually warm eyes went hard and he looked at Harry angrily.
'Sirius Black is a criminal who you should not waste your time meddling with.' Hagrid growled
'Alright,' Harry said, unfazed by Hagrid's anger by his determination to find out as much as he could about his dad. 'Who is Albus Dumbledore and why does he have my dad's Invisibility Cloak?'
'Your dad gave it to Dumbledore for research – and it's headmaster Dumbledore to you.' Hagrid said
'Right-Well… What's a Mudblood.' Harry asked
'Don't say that word!' Hagrid growled
'Oh… Um… Right… Okay… But… What does it mean?' Harry asked
'It means 'dirty blood,' it's a foul name for someone with muggle parents.' Hagrid said irritably
'Oh… Then what do you call magical people with muggle parents?' Harry said
'Muggleborns.' Hagrid said coolly
Harry finished up his ice cream hastily. After he was done, Hagrid gave him a list of places to go to get the last of his school supplies, then he left.
Harry read the list curiously.
Amanuensis Quills – Quills, Ink, Parchment
Flourish and Blotts – Textbooks
Magical Menagerie – Cauldron, Scales, Telescope, School Bag, (School bag is optional)
Apothecary – Potions Ingredients (ask the man at the counter for basic potion ingredients)
Eeylops Owl Emporium – Pet, Pet food (Optional)
Ollivanders – Wand
Harry felt a pang of loneliness.
Hagrid hated him.
The first magical person he met hated him.
Why did he ask all those questions?!
Suddenly a golden ticket fell out from the parchment which he list was written on.
Kings Cross Station, Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Hogwarts Express, 11 o'clock.,
Harry put his ticket and the list in his pocket, knowing he'd need it.
Harry set off searching the alley for Amanuensis Quills, which he found fairly quickly next to Madam Malkin's.
Harry bought some quills and parchment and got three free tubs of ink with them. Harry carried his stuff as he headed to Magical Menagerie where he hoped to get a school bag.
At Magical Menagerie Harry bought a pewter cauldron, he wanted to buy a solid gold one but he knew it was impractical and a waste of money, but he did get a nice set of scales for weighing potions ingredients and a collapsible brass telescope. He got a leather satchel, which had an undetectable expansion charm on it. (the cashier had explained that meant it had unlimited space without seeming like it did and whatever item you wanted would come to the top of the bag)
Harry had put all his things in his bag before heading to Flourish and Blott's.
The shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of strange symbols and some with nothing in them at all. Even Dudley, who Harry wasn't even sure could read, would have cut off his own arm to get his hands on some of these.
There was a sale going on, and Harry, who wanted to learn as much as could as he was sure everyone else would already be miles ahead of him, so Harry bought A Standard Book of Spells: Grade 1 – 7, A History of Magic, Magical Theory, A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration, Intermediate Transfiguration, A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, Flesh-Eating Trees of The World, Goshawk's Guide to Herbology, Magical Water Plants and Mediterranean, Winogrand's Wondrous Water Plants, Magical Drafts and Potions, Advanced Potion Making, Moste Potente Potions, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, The Essential Defence Against The Dark Arts, and Curses and counter-Curses, all for just thirty Galleons.
Harry stuffed his books in his satchel and headed to Apothecary (the smell was terrible) and told the cashier to get him basic potions ingredients. Harry paid 10 Galleons for them and left to get his wand at Ollivanders. Harry was most excited to get his wand, the most important tool for magic.
'Good afternoon.' Said a soft voice
Harry jumped.
'Ah yes, I thought I'd being seeing you here soon, Harry Potter. You have your mother's eyes. Oh yes, her wand, ten and a quarter inches, swishy, made of willow, good charm work. Your father, mahogany wood, eleven inches, pliable, more powerful and excellent forTransfiguration. The wand choses the wizard, Mr Potter.' Ollivander said
'Erm,' Harry said awkwardly. 'I'm here to buy my wand..'
'Right!' Ollivander said briskly. 'Now, which is your wand arm?'
'Right.' Harry said, hoping his wand arm and which hand he wrote with was the same thing.
A tape measure seemingly acting at its own accord was flying around him and Harry wondered what the length between his ears had to do with buying a wand.
Ollivander gave him several wands, after a few hours (and Harry destroying half of the shop) Ollivander came back from the back of the shop and handed Harry a wand.
'Elder wood, twelve and a half inches, phoenix feather core, unyielding flexibility. Give it a try.' Ollivander handed the wand to him and Harry felt warmth touch his fingertips.
He waved it and magnificent red and gold sparks flew out of it, forming into a beautiful phoenix which bowed graciously to him. The phoenix flew towards him and landed on his shoulder, becoming solid.
Well, Harry thought awkwardly, at least he didn't need to worry about getting a pet
'Curious…' Ollivander muttered, taking his wand and going to wrap it.
'Can I just have it as it is?' Harry asked
'What? Of course. That'll be 7 Galleons… Curious…' Ollivander handed his wand back as Harry paid.
'What's curious?' Harry asked
'The phoenix that gave that feather, only gave one other. It is curious that the owner of that other wand gave you that scar. Good day to you, Mr Potter.' Ollivander smiled at him
He is so creepy…
'Yeah – Right – Bye!' Harry said, practically snatching his wand back as he hurried out of the shop.
Harry went back to the Gringott's and got some of his money turned into muggle pounds, around twenty Galleons, which was the equivalent of 100 pounds.
Next he bought a hamburger at the Leaky Cauldron and ate it as he walked to Paddington Station where he bought a ticket to take him back to Little Whinging.
