OC Dimensional Journeys: World of Harry Potter Chapter 2: Memories, Discovery & Meeting Harry Potter

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Private Address, Glasgow, Scotland (David's POV)

I awake to the noise of a alarm going off as I open my eyes, only to hiss in annoyance and slight pain as a rushing feeling goes through my head with flashes of a younger self and different occasions happening in them like a number of birthdays and other things that were somewhat normal for a growing boy.

My head calms from the rushing headache as it goes down after a minute as I look at some particular memories that seemed ordinary; except for the occasional burst of magical spells and other things from whom I recognised as my parents during some birthdays or other trivial matters like general healing or fixing of things being broken at parties by excited relatives and his sibling with a wave of a wand and muttered words.

Speaking of said sibling, I can just see her as my eyes clear up from the sleep and dizzyness of the rushing memories; and I can tell she appears slightly annoyed as she speaks to me.

"Again David, really?"

I blink as I try to understand what she means when I remember and realise I had not turned off the alarm during my little mind trip.

I turn to switch it off as with a flick of a switch the noise stops as I sit up slightly and look at a slightly calmer sister.

She speaks again saying to me "I don't know why you always forget to switch that damn alarm off when it starts and always leave it for ten minutes so that it wakes everybody in the house up."

I shrug as it appears I still have some habits from my childhood when I was in my original world and reality that have followed me.

I sigh as I say to her "Good Morning Emily."

She huffs and sighs at my attitude as she says to me "Mum's downstairs getting breakfast ready and Dad has already left for work so get up and ready cause we're going to the Alley."

I sit up more as I look at the date of my calendar and realise when it is, 31st of July.

I look back at Emily but it appears she has already went back to her room or has gone downstairs to get breakfast.

I look at the time on my watch and see it is about 9 in the morning, I then get out of bed and steady myself as I get used to a much shorter body until I am able to walk to my wardrobe and get my clothes for the day out and ready for me to wear.

I open the doors to my wardrobe and see that it is a mix of regular clothes or some would say Muggle clothing along with a few nice or at least he thought they were nice looking Wizards robes.

I think on what to wear as I'm stuck between wearing a full Wizard set of clothes or just simple Muggle or Non Magical Clothing.

I decide on a mix as with a nice and dark navy robe and some denims and a black shirt along with some smart shoes that would work with both outfits as they looked like boot type suit shoes that were suitable to wear for today.

Once I picked what to wear I then went to get cleaned up for today as I wanted to look and smell nice.

After having a clean up with a quick shower and other general bathroom duties being accomplished, I head back to my room when I catch myself in the large mirror of the Bathroom.

I can tell that I am at least 11 or 11 and a half years old from the small scar on my shoulder that I got from a trip to a magical petting zoo one time from a animal I could not pronounce correctly that I'd accidently bumped into and trod on its foot or clawed paw.

This was at least from the memories he was trying to sort out from his mind dump from Isis.

He knew from the scar what age he was as it was a birthday present, the trip to the petting zoo, for his 11th birthday.

He wondered why he was going to the alley today as he knew that he had already received his letter of which he remembered now clearly as it was one of the best birthday gifts he had received so far.

Along with the fact that he remembered getting most of his things on the days after his birthday, besides most of the books for classes as they were merely old ones that his sister also got from my parents and relatives when they got their letters also and bought their school things.

Plus he remembered the day he got his wand, a rather special wand indeed.

Flashback:

I feel a thrill of excitement fill me but a sliver of insecurity suddenly flashed for a moment as I opened the door to Ollivanders Wand Shop with my Mother, Father and Sister following behind myself as I went inside to the shop as a feeling of electricity and magic prickles my neck as I step inside.

I see no one at the counter as I walked inside with curiosity as my family takes up room behind me as I step up to the counter and ring the bell which sounds of with a 'ding' of noise.

I look back at my family, confused as to why no one has came yet but I am startled by a voice in front of me as they speak with a older and scratchy aged tone.

"Well, well, well; I wondered when I would be seeing you here Mister O'Connell for your first wand."

I look in surprise as I turn back to the counter to see Mr Ollivander standing behind his counter with a kind yet mysterious smile as his eyes shine with interest.

I gulp as I answer to him nervously, "Well here I am sir so can I please look for a wand to fit me?"

He seemed to frown at me as he then looks up in delight as he speaks to my family.

"My word, Matthew Norton O'Connell it is a delight to see you again; how is your wand working for you as I never got a chance to talk with you when your daughter was here for her wand."

I look as my father smirked, in a similar way I always did when proud or confident, as he replied to Mr Ollivander.

"It is doing very well, thank you."

He takes his wand out of the holster on his belt as he shows it to the wandmaker and keeper as I see Mr Ollivander speak again saying aloud.

"Willow, 12 inches exactly with a Phoenix feather as its core; surprisingly swishy wasn't it?"

My father nods in agreement as I see Ollivander look at my mother and say.

"Mrs O'Connell, Willow as well for you with a Unicorn tail hair and exactly 11 and half inches in length but with a springy feel to was it not?"

My mother nods as she seems to smile at the theatrics and humour of the shopkeeper and wandmaker.

He then looks to my sister as he says "And Emily Mary O'Connell; I hope your wand is suiting you well."

She smiles at him as the man says to her "A particularly odd wand I must say; Elder and 10 and a half inches, nice and springy with its core being the Dragon Heartstring from a particularly feisty Catalonian Fireball."

I recognise the name of the dragon as it was my sister who told me about it after she got her wand, that particular dragon was the Spanish relative of the Chinese Fireball and like its name and relative it fired a explosive blast of fire that created heated craters where they hit as they seemed to melt the ground into magma/lava with just a single blast.

I look at my sister as she smiles in pride of her wand as I have seen her with it and while she cannot do magic at home I always felt a sense of wariness if I ever ended up in a wand duel with her as it was a powerful wand from what she told me from a book she got on wand lore and all that stuff.

Now Ollivander looks at me as he says "Well, we'd best get started then; so please tell me your wand arm?"

I think on it as I know that I could use either hands for holding a wand but I felt that my right hand would work best as I am right handed when I write and do general things with my hands.

I answer him after a moment saying, "My right hand is my choice of arm for a wand."

He then nods as he claps and turns around to go back into the stalls and stacks of wands surrounding the shop and behind the counter.

It is only a few moments later that he came back with, what I can assume is, a assortment of wand cases as he sets them out and opens them up.

He speaks again as he asks me, "Now please hold still as I have you measured?"

I do as he has told as the magical floating tape measure goes all around me and begins measuring parts of myself.

After it has done most of my body and has now begun measuring my ears for some weird reason; Ollivander calls out saying "Now that's enough," as he waves a wand that came from his sleeve and taps in the air with it making the magical tape measure fall down and land on the desk in front of me.

He speaks again saying "Now then, try this one?"

He hands me a wand that seems quite simple with a basic grip and handle as Mr Ollivander then begins describing the wand.

"Oak with a Phoenix feather as its core, seven inches and quite unyielding; give it a wave and try it out."

I do so as I wave it about gently in the air with the results being a nearby potted plant bursting into flames.

I panic as I watch the flowers in the pot be burned to death until I see Ollivander points his wand at it and wave it slightly; making a small cloud of rain appear above it, putting out the flame and stopping it from spreading.

Ollivander sighs and says aloud "I lose many a good flowers that way."

He looks back at me saying "I was quite sure that wand would be a nice fit but no matter, I like a tricky customer."

He holds out his hand for the wand as he puts it away in the box and to the side once I hand it over.

I wait as Mr Ollivander moves his hand over the different and open wand boxes on the table as he picks another out and hands the wand inside to me.

"Try this, Ash with a Dragon Heartstring core; nine inches and very stubborn."

I take the wand as I see it is very ornate and carved with many designs making me feel as though I am holding a thin leg for a very well crafted table or desk.

I hesitantly wave it and the results are kind of what I expected.

All of the glass in the shop cracks and nearly falls apart until both Ollivander and my father use their wands and spells to fix it all.

Ollivander shakes his head in confusion as he seemed perplexed as to why this is happening.

He speaks again saying "No, definitely not the one for you."

He starts again, with the selecting of the wand I may need or should have, but pauses as he waves his hand over a particular dusty box at the end of the row of boxes as he asks himself as I hear him mutter "I wonder?"

He hesitantly opens the wand case and reveals one of the oddest wands I have ever seen.

It appeared to be a wand that has been melded by two different woods with the handle being a dark chocolate brown wood and its shaft/body showing a much brighter; almost golden white wood with what looks like Egyptian Hieroglyphs or runes, he recognised them from his parents rune books in their small library at home, etched onto it.

The symbols appeared to swirl and spiral around the wand leading to the tip of the wands end point.

I am snapped out of my thoughts and ponderings by Mr Ollivander speaking again as he carefully, as if holding something delicate, hands me the wand and says to me in hesitant request.

"Please try this wand?"

I slowly take the wand as I take it gently by both hands and carefully grip the handle of the wand and with a hopeful look but hesitant nod from Mr Ollivander I wave the wand.

Soon after I feel a light surround me as warmth fills me up with comfort and power as I look around in wonder as the light glows brighter making me see an almost tangible energy in the air.

I look back at Ollivander with amazement and joy as the warmth and light fade but I can still feel it within me somewhere close to my heart.

The feeling of amazement and joy seemed to be reflected as well by Mr Ollivander as he speaks with tears showing in his eyes.

"My dear boy, you have just fulfilled a lifelong wish and experiment I have been waiting for a long time to come."

I feel confusion replace the current feelings of joy.

I ask him with a befuddled expression on my face, "What do you mean sir?"

He shakes his head to clear it of the euphoria he had as moment ago as he answers my question.

"This wand you now hold is the combination of two woods, Rowan and Sycamore wood that are of very important origins."

"I acquired the wood of Sycamore from a tree located and protected by the much mysterious and fabled Egyptian school; 'The Temple of Isis'."

I hear a gasp behind me from my father and mother as they look at my wand in awe.

I turn back as Mr Ollivander speaks again but this time to my parents.

"I take it you have heard of it also?"

They nod as Ollivander speaks to me again with a serious tone of voice.

"What your parents may know of it and myself may be different but here is the basics of what you should know young man."

"The Temple of Isis is a name for many buildings in places throughout Europe and the world of muggle and magic, these places are Rome, Greece, Hungary and most known and famously listed; Egypt."

"There are two temples known and seen by many in Egypt; one in Upper Egypt at Philae which is a island sitting on the Nile river and the other is in Behbeit el-Hagar of Lower Egypt."

"The first temple in Upper Egypt is one seen by many muggles and few wizards but that temple was built as a decoy temple to protect its sister temple in Lower Egypt of which is enchanted to appear as a pile of granite blocks and rubble."

"The Temple itself I am unfortunately magically sworn not to reveal nearly all of its details except what I have told you just now as was discussed and allowed in our contracted vow; but I can tell you that the tree that this wands wood was used for was rumored and fabled to have been blessed and grown personally by Isis herself when she created the temple as a safe haven for those gifted of magical ability and power and as such is held as a sacred and most holy of artifacts by the Temple's priests and teachers of magic at the Temple of Isis."

"It was most difficult and arduous task acquiring even a sample enough for a wand to be made from the Temple Priests as I had to see for myself the power that this fabled tree held, it is so sacred that even the very animals that live in the temples protection dare not go near it for fear of damaging it."

"I only had enough wood from it for a very short wand and with how much time I spent getting such a magnificent wood I was not going to make such a tiny and insignificant creation."

"Which is why I used a wood that was considered by me to be a very powerful and effective wood to help this wand reach its true potential and capabilities, Rowan."

"But not just from any Rowan tree, no I was going to use a very important and one of the most valuable of Rowan trees that I could find; and I did."

"The Rowan tree I am talking about was said in myth and reports about this tree to be protected by Dragons most seriously for a very unknown reason that has still been unexplained by Dragonologists and magical researchers."

"I knew of the family of wizards who cared for the only other dragon species native to Great Britain that was known as the more dangerous and aggressive of the two species living in the different parts of Britain and it was not its welsh counterpart but its Scottish one; The Hebridean Black."

I knew of this dragon as since I am Scottish it was kinda required to know of the different magical creatures living in my land of birth and origins for safety and forewarned knowledge.

It was a dragon of dark grey, nearly black rough scales with ridges growing along its back and its tail was tipped at its end by what looked like a arrow shaped spike while having a dark purple underbelly.

Mr Ollivander continued his story and speech as I listened to him finish his tale.

"Now this family has been a clan of wizards known as the MacFusty Clan and it is not known why they chose to care for that particular breed of dragon but I can guess with that breed of dragon being a very aggressive species it was probably best to keep watch over them lest they attack a nearby muggle area or destroy a wizarding one as well; such as Hogsmeade or even Hogwarts itself, but this has yet to happen."

I was nervous at such a thing happening to the school I was going to and did not wish for that to happen, but I swallowed my fear and continued listening to Mr Ollivander and his tale.

"Anyway, I went to meet with them and it seemed a very opportune moment in time as well; because I had arrived in time to witness the clans oldest and most powerful dragon of the herd's species pass on as it was reported to be the very first Hebridean Black hatched by the clan at the beginning of their duties and work of caring and watching over the dragons of the Hebridean Isles."

"The Dragon itself while still dying had looked at me and then pointed its head northward to which I later discovered and saw a most exquisite Rowan tree of which I later learned from the Clan of witches and wizards caring for the dragons was in fact the nest and area in which the dragon had lived for nearly all of its life, I found the tree to be absolutely covered in Bowtruckles of which I had to give an entire sack filled with woodlice and fairy eggs to distract them long enough to attain a piece that would help my other precious wood for this wand you now hold."

"I can only guess why the bowtruckles were not killed by the dragon living there was that with the dragon now dead the bowtruckles had been scared of even approaching the tree with the dragon living right under and next to it so they must have came from every corner of the island to have covered such a tree."

I look at my wand in absolute amazement as I look over it again and notice that at the bottom of the handle, on the cap or flat end of the wands handle, was an inscribed rune of a pentagram.

I know that this must mean something but I will research it later when I get home.

Mr Ollivander speaks to me again with a still serious tone as he says.

"The core is from the very same dragon that protected the Rowan tree as I had to beg for use of the dragons own heartstring as a wand core for the wand I was making from the clan; after many requests and conversations, I was allowed to do so with a warning to never use the core for creation of a dark wand of evil power of which I swore on my magic."

"The wand altogether is Rigid and Inflexible, meaning it is most difficult to use and eventually master along with the fact that the wand cannot and can never be used by another witch or wizard even if won in a duel as it will never listen or be used by its new user along with it being 13 inches exactly."

"For this wand to have picked you my dear boy, it must mean you are to be a most powerful and skilled wizard if you master and use this wand wisely."

I feel a indescribable feeling at what I have just learned as I stare at my wand with trepidation and honour for to have been picked by such a magnificent wand as he promised to be the best Wizard he could be.

Now:

I sigh as I make my way downstairs as I understand the real reason for the wand picking me.

Sycamore for my connection to Isis and her powers that must be even more connected to this world than many others he may have went to if he picked them as he knew that Sycamore was associated with Isis.

Rowan for its connection to my date of birth and the fact that it can create powerful magic and shields to defend which will be useful if I am to help and defend Harry Potter from the oncoming storm of horror and tragedy he would and will yet to have faced if I don't either stop it or help the destined wizard along his journey.

I am unsure of where to begin though as I know that the Horcruxes will have to be destroyed first or at least found and taken to a safe location where I could deal with them at a later date and all of the other things that will happen in the future like Sirius's escape, Voldemort's revival and Dumbledore's death to name a few of the important facts or events of the HP timeline.

I also am unsure of how to deal with some of the inconclusive facts and information that I may have as this Harry Potter world could be entirely different to how the books and films portrayed the story.

There is also the concerning fact of Dumbledore, as many fans and himself included have seen Dumbledore as a man of many faces and evil's of whom has made terrible mistakes and holds a hidden darkness within that has caused him to do unspeakable crimes and actions against many people of the Harry Potter story; most obviously Harry Potter himself.

I shake my head of the depression and anxiety building as I make my way to the family dining room where I see my mother setting the food out onto the table with then help of our family house elf Margaret.

I knew of Margaret already as she practically kept the house running for us while looking after myself and my sister growing up when my parents were busy with work as my mother worked as a freelance sales clerk for many wizarding businesses while my father worked as a Ministry finance worker.

Both jobs made them practically busy nearly all day every day since they started those jobs after they graduated from Hogwarts.

Which required them to hire a house elf to help around the house and look after myself and my sister and when that wasn't an option it was the task of my other family members to help raise my sister and I.

Most obviously my grandparents or aunts and uncles along with my Godparents.

I had two grandparents from both sides of my family.

Martin Norton O'Connell is my father's father and worked in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes with the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad and was the head of that Squads division meaning he was in charge of things like finding and ordering different squads to fix certain problems relating to wizards who are the cause of general chaos and accidents caused by uncontrolled magic.

Eileen O'Connell nee Brown is my father's mother and Grandmother who was a semi retired Potion maker and tutor for the Ministry's Auror department who helped with keeping the supply of potions for the on duty aurors and injured aurors in stock and fresh to use in either battle or recovery from curses or ailments from jinxes.

Michael Mackay Grimmond is my mother's father and my other Grandfather who works as a teacher and instructor in the Auror Academy or more commonly known as Auror Training in the Auror Office at the Ministry.

Mary Angelica Grimmond nee Cresswell was my mother's mother and my other Grandmother who was also a teacher and assistant to my Grandfather, Michael Grimmond, in the Auror Offices but her job was more along the lines of helping the Aurors with their practical skills and education improvement for those who either are underskilled or not yet suitable to become an Auror cadet of which I can guess is from a lot of their cadets and trainees being very poorly educated in potions and defence and other areas needed covered that was not very well taught to them in Hogwarts of which I knew she ranted about every now and again.

I had quite a few aunts and uncles but my main ones were always ready to lend a hand.

Angelica Rebecca Hitchin nee Grimmond is my mothers sister and my aunt who works in the Goblin Liaison Office but mostly works with the money and financial side of that department like making sure that witches and wizards are being treated fairly by the Goblins in their dealing of Magical People's own money and estates and keeping the peace between both races.

Steven Gregory Hitchin is my uncle and husband of my aunt Angelica, he is a magical contractor and construction worker who worked for a firm in Diagon Alley that built many buildings and homes for use of Witches and Wizards as his family had pretty much built most of the stores and shops for the Alley itself.

Jeanette Mikaela Williams nee Grimmond is my mother's cousin and my aunt who worked with her husband and my other uncle in the Legal Department of the DMLE.

Stefan Williams is the husband to my aunt Jeanette and the other uncle of mine who worked as a legal counselor for the DMLE.

Conner Richard O'Connell is my very wealthy uncle and brother to my father, he was a very experienced businessman who worked for a magical organisation/charity that provided beneficial things like insurance and loans between Gringotts and many Witches and Wizards who ran their own businesses that were mostly stationed in the alley or at Hogsmeade, this job was what has made the O'Connell family have a comfortable wealthy lifestyle to live on.

My Godparents were surprisingly the Diggory family of whom I knew of as Amos Diggory and his wife Mrs Diggory, from what I can tell of my memories and what my parents had told me is that they grew up knowing and befriending the Diggory's and after they had my sister and I they named them Godparents.

I also had many cousins and relatives of which were really not needed to be explained about except for Cedric Diggory as he was kind of like a cousin too with him being the son of my Godfather.

I often saw him in the summer and through the years during Birthdays and Christmases or New Year Celebrations.

My sister was the one that knew him better as she was closer in age to him, but not by much.

I blink as I realise I had already sat down for breakfast and had a plate of my food set down already for me as I just began digging in.

I am halfway through my breakfast when I hear my mother clear her throat and my sister say my name to get my attention.

I look up to see my mother and sister giving me looks of which I can guess was from my silence during my reviewing and thoughts of what I knew of my extended family.

I answer their unasked question saying to them, "Just in deep thought about what house I might be in at Hogwarts; since it is only about a month or two away."

They relax at my answer as my sister then says to me "With those deep thoughts I'll bet you go to Ravenclaw."

I smirk as I did always prefer the way of Ravenclaw House with their stance on knowledge and wisdom being the key to becoming a great Witch or Wizard which seems to have not changed in this alternate dimensional reality.

I know that my sister was already of Gryffindor House as she was going to be a 2rd year while I was to be a first year as she was about a year older than me as she attended just last year but since her birthday was in December she was 12 already when she was still in her first year.

It did also help as if I was in put in Ravenclaw then I could have my sister keep an eye on Harry and the others for me when I was not there in the Gryffindor Dorms.

If I did go to the House of Ravenclaw when sorted then my classmates and roommates in the Boys dormitory would be Terry Boot, Anthony Goldstein and Michael Corner.

I am snapped out of my thoughts yet again by my mother clearing the table of breakfast with the help of Margaret.

My mother, after she has finished cleaning up, then heads to the Fireplace to take the Floo to Diagon Alley as I rush to join her as does my sister.

I watch as my Mother and Sister go first as I soon follow afterwards with a small amount of worry for myself somehow ending up like Harry did in his second year, appearing in Borgin & Burkes at Knockturn Alley.

I shake off my fear as I grab a small amount of Floo Powder and step into the magically enlarged Fireplace carefully, so as too not kick up any soot or ash from below me.

I throw down the powder in my hand with feeling as I declare my destination.

"Diagon Alley!"

London, England (David's POV)

I step out as much as I can as I stumble slightly from the rushing and speed of which I have traveled through the Floo network.

I am caught by my sister as she steadies me, saying in a joking manner towards me.

"Still can't get used to it; huh little brother?"

I huff as I give her a look of annoyance at her teasing but shrug it off as I know we are nearly there, the place where my plans could fail or prosper.

Diagon Alley, of which by the commotion in the Leaky Cauldron pub I am not too late as it seems that Harry and Hagrid have only recently passed through.

I walk with my sister as we see our mother talking to the barman about some unknown detail but by the way that the barman Tom was waving his hands and the look of him it seems he is telling my mother of Harry's arrival.

We, My sister and I, arrive at the back door to the pub where my mother soon joins us as she fills us in.

"I just heard from Tom that Harry Potter just came through here with who I think is Hagrid."

I smirk as my sister seems a bit excited at the chance of meeting The-Boy-Who-Lived were as I act not so excited, to the attention of my mother as she asks me.

"Why are you not so excited, it would be a great thing to meet the boy who defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

I nearly roll my eyes at my mother's hidden fear of the evil wizard but I can also guess that it is to stop others reacting to her saying his feared original title.

I answer back with a calm voice saying to her, "I don't see it as such a great thing; with the fact that he has been rumored to have lived with Non-Magical People for nearly all his life since the death of his parents and the fact he may have been kept hidden from magic until today as I can bet that if he knew about magic already then he would have arrived at the alley much sooner as this is the first I have heard of him stepping foot into Diagon Alley so it is only logical to assume that he may be unused and confused about what to expect of Magical Culture and I can also bet that he may not even know of his fame and the stories said about him."

My sister and mother blink in surprise at my reasoning and deduction of Harry Potter as my sister asks me, "You've not been reading Sherlock Holmes again have you?"

I shrug and nod as they already know he is one of my favorite fictional characters along with many other books of fiction.

"Its a good thing to remember from the books and character as Logic and Reasoning could very well help me in school and in my homework."

I say this with certainty as I can bet it really will help with the amount of chaos that could happen in the near future with what would be happening in Hogwarts for the next few years I am attending it.

My mother and sister shake their heads and return to making sure we enter the alley properly.

My mother takes out her wand as she taps the bricks in the order they needed to open them as it does so after a few moments.

I smile as I see a sight that I may not get tired of.

The real Diagon Alley, not the reproduction at the theme park or the studio set up one in my old world but the real lively and magical alley from my wildest imaginations.

I am in a near daze as even though I have been here before for most of my school things that I needed, it is still a great and euphoric feeling to see it for the first time in my perspective and not through memories.

I snap out of my daze as my mother speaks aloud saying to both of us, my sister and I.

"Now we need to get some money from Gringotts as we spent all of what we took out last time I went shopping for you two."

I nod as even though most of the food is bought by Margaret, my mother still likes to shop around for things we might like or need for school.

Like today as I may need some new school robes as I had a growth spurt recently and my school robes are a little small for me now, it seems like my mother may have to ask for self growing ones this time as she must have not gotten them last time as they cost at least 7 Galleons extra for adding them to clothes.

I look towards the Magical Menagerie and Owl store as I suddenly remember my own Owl I bought, a Male Eagle Owl named Alexander.

I also remember the animal that my sister bought, A male black and white cat named Figaro.

I smirk as I remember her fascination with Disney Films and characters back in my home world and dimension of which seems to be the same for here.

I leave my memories and thoughts for a moment as we enter Gringotts bank.

I keep my face neutral as I survey the bank as it is pretty much how it looked like in the films with the addition of a few more Goblin or two and more desks that some were added in for the extra Goblins.

The three of us wait in a small queue before we are seen by the bank teller at his desk.

The Teller speaks to my mother in his grating and sneering manner.

"State your Business at Gringotts Bank."

My mother replies without a flinch or show of nervousness towards the Goblins attitude.

"Mrs O'Connell here to make a withdrawal from the family account."

The Goblin Teller looks at my mother with narrowed eyes as he asks gruffly with a serious tone.

"Show your Key please for verification?"

My mother nods as she lifts her hand and shows the key in her hand, having seen it myself as she took it out of her coat pocket.

The Goblin looks at the key closely until he nods and says "It appears in order, you may make your withdrawal; I shall have a Goblin lead you to your Vault."

He then calls out in a barking voice towards a familiar Goblin.

"Bogrod!"

I recognise the Goblin from the last two films as he walks towards us from the empty desk nearby.

He speaks in a false kind voice as he says to us.

"This way please?"

He leads us to the carts near a doorway around the back of the bank as he enters to show us a short stairway down towards a entrance to which opens up to a ready and waiting Gringotts cart as he gets in and gestures for us to do so as well.

Pretty soon we are all sitting down and ready to go as The Goblin pushes a lever and flicks a switch that sets us off down into the Banks of Gringotts.

Later on, outside in Diagon Alley

I shake my head from the rush and speed of my experience on a real Gringotts cart as the ride made to emulate it does not do it justice.

It was still pretty thrilling and exciting to have gone on one though, and the sight of a vault filled with different knick knacks and other pieces of wealth was a very certain eye-opener towards how wealthy my whole family must be; not to mention the piles of Knuts, Sickles and Galleons in that vault.

I knew that my family must have been well off from my current memories but seeing it in person was a better way of understanding as while we were not as wealthy as the Malfoy's, we did have a good amount for a minor magical family.

I knew that my family was a mix of Pure-blood's, Half-blood's and the occasional Muggleborn in its entirety as I was a Halfblood as was my sister.

Which also made a point to the benefits and things I can achieve as halfblood myself, as the restrictions and laws that I knew of and discovered from the memories of my own self in this dimension and world before I officially arrived were more lax towards Half-bloods than Muggleborns themselves.

I also knew that while my family was not exactly a part of the sacred houses or Sacred 28 as dictated by the somewhat known book 'Pure-Blood Directory', made by the presumed author Cantankerus Nott; we were given some measure of approval by most magical Pure-blood families for not having our bloodlines spoilt so much.

This I found somewhat mollifying and yet disgusted by those families that, like the Malfoys of today, still approved of Pureblood supremacy over the clear evidence that Muggleborns were and are heavily needed to help keep magic alive at all.

I knew that a lot of people were half-bloods who just pretended to be Pure-bloods to keep their wealth and benefits safe from being taken away along with the fact that the muggleborns hidden or made use of by the supposedly 'Pure-blood' families were either cast out soon after they were used to breed more Witches and Wizards, it was similar in how Squibs were cast out to make the family seem pure and not degenerate into lowly and blood-traitorous families, those cast out Squibs were the real reason for Muggleborns to even exist.

Squibs or less commonly called wizard-born's, from what I already knew and studied about from my own newly accessible knowledge; were created from either the effect of repeated inbreeding of magical family members, a magical birth defect or a combination of the two.

But since they were born with the ability to not use magic yet able to see it properly unlike non magical people or Muggles then it was hard to not just treat them as such but yet they were either cast out or made to live out their lives as a Muggle with their memories modified or sworn to secrecy by the Ministry and set up with a life as a regular average Non-Magical Person.

It was a sad but true fact that I had already known from what I had read and discovered throughout my years of being a devoted fan of the Harry Potter book series and movies.

I shake my head of the dreary thoughts and focused on the tasks ahead and the plans I will need put into action soon.

I notice that we are heading into Madam Malkin's and just as I step in I notice to my surprise that Malfoy is inside but Harry is not for some reason.

My unanswered question is answered for me as I hear a quiet voice ask, from behind myself and my family, in a polite yet timid tone.

"Excuse me?"

I turn in surprise as does my mother and sister as they both give a short gasp as they spot who I am now seeing right in front of me.

Its is Harry Potter himself, the boy and soon to be wizard in training who I needed to seek out and befriend for my plans to even work.

He speaks to me and asks, "Is this where I am to get my Hogwarts outfit?"

I nod and gulp as I say to him in return.

"Yes it is in fact, You may need to wait though as it looks like someone is having their robes done for them or touched up."

I point towards a confused Draco as I can guess that he is wondering what all the fuss is about as the woman who I can guess is Mrs Malkin is looking between myself and Harry as she fixes and fits Malfoy Jnr's school robes.

The shop owner speaks towards us both as she says kindly.

"Well, it looks like I am going to be slightly busy with this man right here and you two straight after, why don't you two wait a moment and when I am finished with this young man here then I can deal with your measurement and robes soon after."

Mrs Malkin looks towards my mother for permission to wait a while to which she soon replies to the silent question with.

"I don't find that a problem, besides myself and my daughter can just browse here or in the Alley while my son and this young man here...,"

She points towards myself and Harry, who looks surprised at being mentioned or talked about.

"...Wait a while before they have their robes fitted, you do remember what I asked you for my son though; do you?"

The shop owner nods as I can guess that my mother sent a letter ahead for to book an appointment and possible explanation as to why we needed to come.

My mother looks at me which I can guess from the look in her eyes is her telling me to behave of which I nod towards her as she soon steps out of the shop with my still shocked sister following behind.

I blink as a silence permeated the shop as nothing but the clicking and sounds of thread and needle being used were the only things that I could hear as I turn towards a shy looking Harry.

I try my best at a comforting smile and give my introduction and greeting as he looks towards me with a tense look about him but kindness in his awkward smile as I speak.

"Hi, my names David; what's your name?"

He seems to relax a little as he returns the greeting with a slow growing smile as he says to me.

"My names Harry, Nice to meet you."

That is it for this chapter.

Phew, it took a while but it is now up and running; sorry for the slight wait as I had a blast at Florida and when I got home it was just trying to recover from the MAJOR jet lag along with the rush and experience of my second time in America.

I tried to do everything in Orlando, with the most important part being TWWoHP!

I got a wand, tried all the rides along with drinking my now most favorite drink of all time...BUTTERBEER!

I had both hot and cold and I loved them both, they should really sell the hot one down in London's own Harry Potter exhibit but sadly they don't according to people I spoke to and online reviews I read as I bet the hot one would be very welcome and loved around winter time, but mostly Christmas.

I tried Pumpkin Juice, to my regret soon after, which I thought was nice at first but after a few gulps more I felt like my stomach was about to kill itself from how vile it was.

I would only get it as a Halloween dare or prank and not as a everyday drink.

I also got a ton at Honeydukes sweetshop, my favorite chocolate treats are the Peppermint Toads, Chocoballs, Fudge Flies and The Chocolate Frogs themselves.

I also got to my surprise Godric Gryffindor and Helga Hufflepuff as my cards as I bought a few for myself and friends who wanted one.

So I now have two Rowena cards, two Salazar's, two Dumbledore's and one Godric and Helga Chocolate Frog cards.

I love the chocolate, I have heard bad things about american chocolate for many years and found that most of it is untrue.

I can guess that I am more used to British style Chocolate than American that it takes a bit to get used to the different tastes and textures of Chocolate made in America.

If anyone has been to Orlando or is considering going soon then I fully support your decision. Its an amazing place to visit.

I even liked a lot of the Disney parks, my favorite was Epcot, Magic Kingdom and Hollywood Studios at Disney.

Well that's me for the moment as I gotta finish up and get some rest before I work on more of my fics or edit some old ones to make them better, whatever happens I wish you a very happy day.

See Ya Real Soon!