Author's Notes: A big thank you to all those who read my story in the first place and to The Maine's Pioneer and ohsocreative98 for reviewing! I hope you enjoyed it! Okay, so unfortunately The Maine's Pioneer took all the romance plots involving the main characters (Spoilers!). I am really really sorry for not updating sooner, I had supreme writers block for this chap, so if anyone has any ideas on what I could put them through please review and tell me. Also, concrit is welcome and I ADORE reviews! (I forgot to mention that this is my first ever fanfic) So… Enjoy!
Ellie's POV
I waved back to Ruby who then went and sat next to her friend Hugo. They began talking animatedly; Ruby rolled her pale grey eyes a few times and Hugo ran his hand through his tidy ginger hair. I shrugged. Teenagers. Then I skipped over to my parents and through the archway into Diagon Alley.
It was very busy and people kept pushing past me; wizards and witches of all shapes and sizes. I even thought I saw a troll! The shops were towering over me and the brightly coloured window displays left me running from shop to shop, dragging my poor parents behind. I felt something brush against my legs and looked down. There, sitting on my navy blue Converse was a slim tabby kitten, who must have wandered out of Magical Menagerie. It looked up at me with its large blue eyes and mewed softly. I picked it up and it nuzzled into my chest. I looked up at my parents.
"Please, please, please? The list says we can have a pet."
My dad sighed.
"All right then, but you are cleaning out the litter tray, without magic."
"Yay! Thanks Dad!" I decided to call the kitten Sasha.
She stayed by my side for a number of shops until a golden shape swooped over my head. Sasha let out a hiss and then sprinted underneath a stall selling jumbo boxes of Bertie's Every Flavour Beans.
"Becky! You're scaring Sasha!" I scolded, as Ruby's speckled barn owl landed on my outstretched arm. She cocked her head and looked at me with sparkling amber eyes.
"Oh don't act all innocent at me. Which stall have you been stealing from today? Huh?"
She hooted loudly then dug her sharp claws into my bare arm and took off. Probably to find Ruby. I watched her fly away until she was blotted out by the glare of the sun. Then I crouched down and lifted the checked tablecloth of the stall away to see Sasha standing there, her chocolate brown fur standing on end. Her tail was raised and she hissed at the foot of the man who was trying to sell things with an angry cat and an eleven-year-old witch under his stall. I hushed her and scooped her up into my arms. I crawled out from underneath the table, careful not to hit my head, and turned to my parents.
"I'm not sure the pets like each other" I said, stating the obvious.
"No, I don't think they do, sweetie. But I'm sure we can work something out." My mum smiled warmly at me. My mum does a lot of smiling.
"Come on. We need to get you some robes first, and then we'll head to Flourish and Blotts." My dad strode ahead with the determination of one who wishes to get the shopping over with as quickly as possible.
Ruby POV
Mmmm… Those doughnuts smell nice…
"Snap out of it Ruby! Merlin, this happens every time!" Hugo snapped his fingers in front of my face irritably.
"Sorry Hugo. You have to admit though, they do smell nice."
"Yeah, yeah. What do you want to do then? Because I would quite like to visit my uncle George. If that's okay."
"Sure, sure. But only if we buy the doughnuts."
We emerged from the shop clutching massive jam doughnuts covered in sugar, then we wandered down the road to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, munching as we walked.
The bright orange shop front was attracting a crowd of babbling children. Inside, Fanged Frisbees were flying everywhere and two shop assistants were demonstrating the Skiving Snackboxes with flair.
"Hugo! My favourite nephew!" A tall lanky man with an orange top hat to match his hair, jumped in front of us.
"Hey Uncle George" said Hugo, a smile brightening his features, "I see business is going well."
"Yeah. Ever since Angelina went to play for the Tornados I've had to cope by myself. Of course, I've got mister Smartypants over there to help me with new products." He jerked his head towards a portrait of a man who looked almost exactly like George, but much younger. The portrait grinned and gave us a thumbs up. 'Fred Weasley 1978-1998' the plaque underneath read.
"Oi! Hugo!" He called over, "Don't forget to Dungbomb Ron's room for me!"
"Okay Uncle Fred." Hugo said in a resigned voice, pranks weren't really his thing.
While Hugo quizzed George on business things and how he was still coping with Fred's passing, etc, I gazed around and saw something perched on the window sill.
The shop door jingled behind me with a cheerful 'Voldy's gone mouldy!" There, with her golden feathers shining in the sun, was my owl Becky. My sister wanted to call her Pecky but I drew the line so we settled on Becky. She hooted at me softly and nipped my finger.
"I don't have any treats for you and you know it." I got Becky in my second year and she has been my true (albeit annoying) companion through my time at Hogwarts.
She flew off to go and pretend to be injured so people would give her food. Hugo came out as she flew away and put his arm around me. Lily said we looked cute when he did that but it was what Hugo had always done, it wasn't romantic, it was a sign of friendship. Then, he started to tickle me. This was not good.
We went into almost every shop on the street until we came across an unfamiliar shop. Its front was painted a sickly bubblegum pink but the paint was peeling and a rusty sign read: 'Umbridge's Unusual Animals' Umbridge. That rang a bell. For some reason. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Hugo pulling a face of disgust. He hated the colour pink, said it clashed with his hair. I wated to investigate though, so I pushed him inside.
A strong smell of peppermint tea hit me as I walked in after Hugo. The walls were painted the same pink as the shop front and there were pictures of kittens everywhere. A large mahogany desk sat in the centre of the room and an old-fashioned silver till was placed on top of it. At the back of the room there was a heavy oak door which was labelled 'Stock' on a gold-plated sign. The shop was empty and looked more like a Muggle solicitor's office than a shop. We were examining the certificates on the wall when I heard something.
'Hem hem'
Hope you enjoyed it! Sorry that it's just a filler chapter (ooh that rhymes!) I will try to update soon!
