The journey there wasn't so bad, unless you are terrified of heights… which I am.
"You okay there, Katie?" Hagrid asks, his half-giant eyes never leaving the sky in front of us.
"Totally fine." I reply, and at that very moment, I have to stick my head under my stuff so he doesn't see my face go pale.
Ten minutes later the bike lands and Hagrid cuts the engine. When I think there is silence I hear a crowd. A very loud crowd that doesn't seem bothered that a flying motorcycle has just landed in front of them.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley!" I hear Hagrid say as I pull my head out from under my things.
"So this is Diagon Alley." I say back. I hop out of the bike and turn around to see Hagrid readying for takeoff. "Wait! Are you leaving me here? You can't, I mean you wouldn't! I don't even know my way around here."
"Don't worry. You're a natural, I could feel your magic energy radiating off of you the whole trip here." Hagrid replies. I am almost positive he is exaggerating but you can never be sure with supposed fictional characters. "Anyways, you could always ask around to see where shops are. Here is your shopping list." He hands me a piece of paper with multiple supplies on them and a large sack I assume is filed with gold coins.
"Okay. Thanks Hagrid." I reply as Hagrid flies off, I assume to pick up Harry.
I turn around to face Diagon Alley. It is indeed very big, but nothing I can't handle. I look down at the first item on the list: Wand. Okay, I thought. Off to Olivander's I shall go! With that, I walked down the street looking for a, hopefully, big sign that said Olivander's because I did not know were I was going. Hooray for me!
Finally I stumbled upon, a rather small, sign that said:
Olivander's:
makers of fine wands since 382 B.C.
Every detail was there. It was freaky, but I walked into the shop anyway. I knew that was the only way to get a wand and I wasn't about to let my fear get the best of me.
The bell rang as I opened the door and an old man appeared. "Oh, hello." He said in a soft voice. "You must be Miss Katie. I have been expecting you."
I let out a small smile, "Hello Mr. Olivander. Do you have a wand for me?" I ask sweetly. I have mastered the art of deception in my drama class. I have also mastered improvisation so when it matters most, I can create something off the top of my head. Great skill.
"Of course I do." Mr. Olivander says and turns around to find me a wand. He comes out with a box and opens it. Inside is a twisted piece of wood with a smooth handle. "Try this."
I pick up the wand and point it at the vase on the counter. It slowly rises. "Hmm. You seemed to have picked up the wand that was meant for you. The first one that was handed to you too." He stares at my wand and I think there is more to the story than he is telling me. "Your wand has the tail feather of a phoenix. The same one who gave a tail feather to the wand of he-who-must-not-be-named."
I let out a small gasp. "So my wand, is the sister of the wand of Lord Vol…"
"Don't! You must never speak that name." Olivander says in a hushed voice. "Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." I reply.
"Good. Now I bet you have places to be and things to get, so I would get a move on." He finished and quickly turned around. I left the shop and the little bell tinkled behind me as I closed the door. Off to get my robes. I thought.
I walk down the road to what I hope to be the way to the robe shop. Eventually, I come across a sign that reads Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. As I enter, a young boy my age with a pale face enters along side me. He spares me a glance and seems to speed up to get in line.
"Excuse me, I do believe that I was there first." I say politely, but firmly.
"You must be wrong." He says coolly. "I, indeed, was here first and have every right to be fitted first."
"Well pardon me, but I was in front of you when we entered but you rushed to get ahead." I reply sternly.
"Draco, let the young lady go ahead of you. The things I have taught you, did you forget them already?" a tall lean woman said. She had the same face as the boy next to me so I assumed she was his mother, 'Draco's' mother.
"Yes, mother." The boy now known as Draco said. "Go ahead."
I bowed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Draco, ma'am." I stand on the stool to get fitted when the woman started talking.
"What is your name, dear?" She asks.
"Katie, ma'am." I look outside the window and see a large figure next to a smaller boy. Harry Potter and Hagrid. I think. I let out a gasp.
"Is something wrong?" Draco asks.
"No. I just saw someone I recognized." I reply. The person who I think is Harry Potter enters the door. "Hello," I say quickly.
"Hi." Harry says. Is he shy or something? I don't remember him being shy in the books; I just know he doesn't like Draco.
"Well, I must be going." Says the woman. "Bye-bye Draco, Katie." I nod back to her.
"Long line, huh." Harry says awkwardly.
"Don't worry, dear. I will be quick." Says the woman who is fitting me. "You're done, miss."
"Thanks." I smile and step off the stool, letting Draco step on. "Hello. My name is Katie." I say to Harry.
"Hello. I'm Harry." He says quietly, as if he doesn't want anyone to know who he is.
"Pleasure to meet you Harry, but I am sure you are not just Harry." I say in a whisper. I don't want the pale boy behind me to hear what we are talking about. Harry looks horrified. "I will wait for you outside the shop. When you are finished here, will you talk to me? You seem very interesting to talk to."
"Yes. You wait and we will talk." He replies. His voice sounding a little more calm. I smile and walk out the door and sit on a bench nearby.
Harry comes out sometime later with a bag that must have his robes. "Okay. What is it you wanted to talk about?" He asks.
"I'll start with what I know. You're Harry Potter, and where on earth is Hagrid?" I say distracted.
"Somewhere. He disappeared because he doesn't like the carts at Gringots." Harry replies confused. "You know I am Harry Potter? Um… I am not sure where to take that honestly."
"That's okay." I say. "Lets get our stuff while we talk. All I have is a wand and a robe. What about you?"
"Just a robe." He replies as he turns around to walk towards the books. "What was it you needed to talk about?"
"I just wanted to know if you were him." I say.
"That's strange. You could have just asked in the robe shop." He says.
"I didn't want Draco to know who you were." I replied
"Uh, thanks."
"Don't mention it." And with that I walk away to get the rest of my things.
Readers! Thank you for reading, yet again, another one of my chapters. The last one I am starting to think wasn't very interesting and I am hoping this one was. Please review even if you are not a member, I enjoy reading them and taking your advice! Feel free to recommend what I should do because I am just going along with it, recommendations would give me at least an idea for future preference. Thank you… -wolfhound22