Hi again! Before this chapter begins, I'd like to thank anyone who's read Chapter 1 so far. I really appreciate it. I have another chapter done already so if there is enough support, I will upload them in a couple of days instead of next week. Thanks again for all of the support thus far. Here's Chapter 2! :)

Chapter 2:

After about 40 minutes of silence, we finally make it to the Leaky Cauldron. My excitement levels are through the roof as we step inside.

I notice that it looks fairly similar to how the movies portrayed it. There are quite a few long tables scattered about, around 15-20 from what I can tell. The counter is all the way in the back of the room, where the bartender, who I assume to be Tom from the actual series, is cleaning a few glasses and chattering with some of the customers. As I scan my eyes around the room, I see someone who I didn't expect to see so soon. Harry Potter himself.

'Wow, he's a lot smaller than the movies portray him', I thought. He looked around 4'6, with extremely baggy clothes and glasses that had clearly been broken a few times with loose strands of tape barely keeping them together. Behind those glasses were wide, inquisitive eyes that shone vivid green. For the most part, he just looked... well normal.

That is, if you not looking in the proper place. Sure enough, as I looked at his forehead, I could see the famous lightning bolt scar gleaming out, as if wanting to be found. The scar looked to be etched upon his forehead as if it was carved in. It glowed dark red like it was glaring at anyone who looked its way.

Standing next to Harry was an imposing, towering figure that could only have been Hagrid himself, who was talking to Tom very quietly. Suddenly, as my mom begins to pulls me towards the back door that lead to Diagon Alley, I heard Tom say "Bless my soul, it's Harry Potter!"

At that exclamation, the entire place goes silent as their eyes lock on to Harry. Even my mom stops abruptly and stares at him, mouth agape. From what I can see, he seems to be hiding himself behind Hagrid, brushing some of his jet black hair in front of his scar rather hastily.

"Yeah yeah, its Harry Potter. Get out of the way!" Hagrid said in an annoyed voice as he takes hold of Harry's hand and drags him towards the back door. My mom, seeing this happen, decides to drag me towards them so, I assume, she could meet them.

But while Hagrid, being a half-giant and all, didn't have any trouble getting through the crowds, my mom did.

By the time we barely managed to get to the entrance to Diagon Alley, it was already opened up and there was no sight of either Harry nor Hagrid. With an exasperated sigh, Mom took us both around Diagon Alley to explore some of the shops on our way to Gringotts, the wizarding bank.

As we walked around, I could tell that the movies didn't really do this place justice. The alley wasn't so much an alley as it was a town, with different pathways and a large courtyard type area in front of Gringotts. There were not only plenty of shops from the series, such as Madam Malkin's and Ollivander's, but there were also plenty of homes. Streets upon streets of medium sized houses in their own seperate area of the alley, but still very much a part of it.

The homes and stores themselves weren't extremely lopsided or bent out of shape either. Rather, they stood up just like regular buildings, which for some reason was rather relieving to me. We walked past Quality Quidditch Supplies, which had the newly released Nimbus 2000 sitting in the window.

It looked exactly like it did in the films, with the exception being that the handle was a lot more sleek and smooth compared to the more wooden version that we all know.

As we pass by some more shops and houses, we finally make our way to Gringotts. "Mom, where are we at?", I ask, already knowing the answer but not wanting to give any knowledge I have of this world away. "Why, we're at Gringotts!" she says with a smile. "This is the wizarding bank. We need to get some money out so we can get your supplies for Hogwarts."

Outwardly accepting the answer, we walk inside the large marble building. Gringotts was another case in that it was exactly like the movies. The goblins looked just as weird and hateful as I expected them to. As we sit down on a bench, a goblin approaches us.

"Hello sir", my mom asks as politely as she can, "we would like to access our vaults please." The goblin doesn't say anything. Then, after a few moments of uncomfortable silence, he give a rather creepy smile and motions us over to a room all the way in the back of the room. "Wait here", the goblin says. He then walks away for a good couple of minutes, in which time I start to fidget in my seat and even my mom is starting to become a little antsy.

After what felt like an eternity, he returns with another much older looking goblin. "Thank you Ripclaw, you may leave", the older goblin says. Ripclaw looks a little affronted, but complies nonetheless. As Ripclaw leaves, the other goblin looks towards me and my mom and puts on a more friendly smile that still ended up being creepy.

"Hello, ma'am. We've been expecting you", he says as his smile gets wider. I look up to my mom and am surprised to see my mom frozen in place, her mouth agape. I was very confused, so I asked the goblin the question that was on our minds. "Excuse me sir, but who are you?" The goblin turns towards me, his smile at full mast, and says, "I am King Gringott XIV. Pleasure to meet you."

My mind went into overdrive. Who the hell is this guy? He wasn't anywhere in the main series, and I'm almost certain that J.K Rowling never mentioned him, so why was he here?

"Um, hello sir", I tentatively said. My mom suddenly interjected, "Sir, why did you come out to meet us yourself? It's practically unheard of!" Gringott just smiled a bit and then changed the subject. "So, is this young man here for his inheritance test?"

My mom was taken aback for a quick moment and said, "That wasn't why we came here, but he can still take the test if he wants", Mom said. Then, she looked down at me. "Do you want to take the test honey? I promise it won't hurt", she asked.

I pretended to think about it for a moment, while I was actually thinking about who the hell I could possibly be related to. 'Maybe it's one of the Hogwarts founders', I thought, not really having any idea at all. Then, I spoke up. "Sure, I'd love to!" I said with a smile on my face. My mom smiled at me as King Gringott pulled out a piece of parchment and a small knife.

"You have to prick yourself with this knife", he explained. "Then, let a little drop of blood fall onto the parchment and then you're done!" I take the knife from his hand and prick my ring finger.

It stung for a bit, but the pain quickly went away as the cut healed itself. As the blood drop collided with the parchment, words started to form. The king goblin quickly picked it up and read it.

At one point, his face morphed into one of shock. He then layed down the piece of paper face down and motioned for my mom to pick it up and read it herself. At around the same time, she also wore a face of shock. After a few moments, she handed me the paper and said, "Oh my word! I'm so proud of you, son."

I worringly looked at the paper, ready to see who I was related to. Finally, I saw it. The name that I was going to carry throughout my time here in the Wizarding World. Honestly, I couldn't even believe what it said. "Well, I hope she's not evil in this timeline', was the only thing I thought as I read the name.

Name: Alexander Joseph Le-Fay

Heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Le-Fay

That brings us to the end of Chapter 2. Bet you weren't expecting that, were ya? ;) Thanks for reading and make sure to leave a review with some feedback and advice, as it greatly helps me. See you in Chapter 3! :)