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Percy Jackson and the Boy Who Live
Chapter Two, Diagon Alley
Percy, Annabeth and Thalia pushed their way through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley. The three of them felt disoriented after using the floo network for the first time. One moment they had been standing in the fireplace of the Big House, the next they were here.
"Aren't we supposed to be meeting somebody here?" Percy asked Annabeth.
"Professor Dumbledore said that a family by the name of the Weasleys would help us find our school supplies." Annabeth replied.
"And how exactly do we know who the Weasleys are?" Thalia asked.
"He said that they would be looking for us."
"Do they know what we look like?" Percy asked.
"Percy," Thalia said. "I think they'll be able to guess which kids are from the States." She gestured to our clothing. She was right, we stuck out like a sore thumb. Annabeth had her Yankees cap of invisibility on one of her belt loops, Thalia always looked like she would curb-stomp you if you got in her way, and I was a shirt that read; Long Island Sound.
Just then they trio heard a soft voice behind them speak. "Oh!" They turned around to see a short woman with bright red hair standing there. "You must be the American students!"
"Yes ma'am," Annabeth nodded. "Are you Mrs. Weasley?"
"I am," She smiled. "And you are Annabeth, correct?"
Annabeth nodded. "These are my fellow students, Thalia Grace and Percy Jackson."
"Pleasure to meet you! An absolute pleasure!" Mrs. Weasley said. "Now, lets not dawdle, we should get you your supplies quickly, I heard Dumbledore wanted you to have your stuff before lunch." Mrs. Weasley set off, forcing the Demigods to race to catch up.
After a few second of walking Mrs. Weasley stopped in front of a large, domed building. There were large golden letters painted a few feet above the wide double doors. To Annabeth they read Grtingsot Widnrziag Bakn. She cursed her Dyslexia and tapped on Mrs. Weasley's shoulder. "Excuse me, Mrs. Weasley?"
"Yes dear?"
"Um, could you tell us what those golden letters say?"
"They say Gringotts Wizarding Bank." The woman said. "Having a some trouble reading dear?"
"Uh..." Annabeth didn't think that anyone should know about their dyslexia; it would be hard to explain why all three of them had all of the same disabilities. How could she explain this without telling the truth? Then it hit her. "Greek!"
"Pardon?" Mrs. Weasley gave her a quizzical look. "What about Greeks?"
"Our school." Annabeth said. "Our school was founded by the Ancient Greeks. That is why we couldn't read that sign. We were taught to read and write in Greek since we started going to the school."
"That's very interesting!" Mrs. Weasley said before stepping into the bank.
Annabeth, Percy and Thalia followed her in. Annabeth stopped short.
"Is everything alright, dear?" Mrs. Weaselly gave Annabeth a slightly concerned look.
"She's fine," I answered as Annabeth gawked at the inner structure of the building. "She just loves architecture."
"Ah, I see." Mrs. Weasley gave a Annabeth a warm smile.
Percy Laced his fingers through Annabeth's. "Come on, we don't want to be left behind."
Annabeth snapped out of her trance and lee Percy pull her after Mrs. Weasley and Thalia. When they caught up, Mrs. Weasley was in front of a large desk, talking to a...
"Is that a goblin?" Percy whispered to Thalia, hoping she had some information that he and Annabeth had missed.
"I think so, but I've never seen one in person before, only the different interpretations from movies or TV shows."
"I said, do the student's have their keys?"
"Huh?" Percy asked intelligently. The trio looked at the goblin behind the desk. They weren't paying attention and didn't hear the original question.
"The keys," Annabeth said. "Remember? For money."
"Oh yeah!" Percy remembered. The three reached into their pockets and retrieved key given to them by Dumbledore. They handed the keys to the goblin, who in turn handed the keys to another goblin standing to his left. "Take these four to their vaults for a with drawl."
The new goblin nodded and hobbled off, saying, "Follow me please."
Percy, Annabeth and Thalia glanced at each other before they followed the goblin.
"I have to some shopping for my children now," Mrs. Weasley. "Find Flourish and Blots, the bookstore, when you're done here. I'll be there." With that Mrs. Weasley hurried off, back into the crowded Diagon alley.
"Wait!" Thalia said, but it was too late, the red haired woman was out of earshot. "How can we find Flourish and Blots if we can't make out the signs?"
"I guess we'll just have to hope that the letters don't mix themselves up too much." Percy said as he and Annabeth hurried to catch up with the goblin, which was now standing a large oak door with multiple padlocks. "Stay close. If you get lost in these tunnels you will never find your way out." The goblin said.
Annabeth gave Percy's hand a squeeze as Thalia caught up with them. "Then we'd better not get distracted."
When the three Demigods exited the bank Annabeth was examining one of the coins closely. "So this is a galleon... It shows incredible resemblance to a drachma."
"Well, even the wizarding world is still connected to Olympus." Percy said, scanning the shops along the street. "There!" He pointed at a tattered old shop with hundreds of books lining the windows.
"Yeah, that looks like a book store alright," Thalia said. "C'mon, lets find our shopping guide." Thalia pushed through the crowd of witches and wizards.
Percy looked at Annabeth, who was still studying the wizarding currency. "Come on, wise girl, lets not get separated." Percy grabbed the strap of Annabeth's shoulder bag and towed her along while she continued to look at the golden coin.
When they reached the books store and saw that Annabeth was still studying the galleon Thalia sighed. "Oh my Gods!" She said sarcastically. "Look at all of those books!"
That immediately pulled Annabeth's gaze away from the galleon. "Did you say...?" Her jaw dropped. "Oh my gods!" Annabeth slipped the coin into her pocket and stepped into the bookstore. Percy and Thalia exchanged a laugh and followed her inside.
Annabeth wandered through the store, just looking at the books. She wasn't looking for content so much as gaping at the sheer number of books in the store; she didn't even bother trying to read the spines of the books. There were books everywhere, in every crack, slot, opening, drawer and shelf, and on any flat surface besides the floor.
"Ah! There you are!" Mrs. Weasley's familiar voice said. She came around the corner of a bookshelf with about nine textbooks piled in her arms. Behind her stood a young girl with hair of the same color Mrs. Weasley's. "These are yours; I remembered what you said about not being able to read English, so I found you these!" She showed them the books.
The three friends looked at the book on top. Grade Six Potions.
"Its in Greek!" Annabeth beamed. "Thank you!"
"Your very welcome!" Mrs. Weasley smiled broadly as they thanked her and took the books from her arms.
"We were worried about reading the books," Percy said. "But this will make it easy for us to learn at the same pace as everybody!"
"Oh, silly me!" Mrs. Weasley laughed. "I didn't introduce you!" Mrs. Weasley put her hand on the girl's shoulder and guided her forwards. "This is my daughter, Ginny. Ginny, these are the students from America."
"Oh, I been looking forward to meeting you!" Ginny smiled at them.
"Really? Percy asked.
"Yes! I am really interested in the American lifestyle."
"Do any if you play quittage?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Well, I've never played it, but I know how to, and I am interested in trying it."
Percy coughed. "Thalia, you realize that you you have to ride a broom. A flying broom."
"So?"
"I thought you were..." Percy hesitated, the last time he had spoken about her fear of heights she nearly clobbered. "You know,"
"In the hunt we spend a large portion of time in higher advantage points. I got over it." She said, then added mockingly, "Besides, unlike you I didn't have a legitimate reason not to get up in the air."
"Uh, Ginny, dear," Ginny's mother said. "Why don't you take Thalia," She gestured to the leather clad daughter of Zeus that was locked in a fierce staring contest with Percy. "And show her to Quality Quittage Supplies?"
"Sure thing, Mum," Ginny agreed, sensing that her mother was trying to prevent a possible-and no doubt frightening- argument between the two.
"Percy, Annabeth," Mrs. Weasley addressed them as Ginny led Thalia off down the cobbled street. "Lets go get you fitted for some dress robes."
Annabeth and Percy had just been handed their school robes when the door to Madam Malkin's Roves for all Special Occasions opened and a boy about their age stepped in.
"You must be the Americans." The boy said in a slow drawl that for some reason agitated Annabeth. She and Percy heard Mrs. Weasley let out a sigh.
"Whatever he is about to say, pay Draco no mind." She said.
"I can't believe Dumbledore let you filthy wizards into the school. I bet you can't even cast a disarming spell, or a spell to knock someone unconscious." The boy, Draco said. He wore a black suit and had his near-white hair slicked back.
"I don't need a spell you knock you out." Annabeth replied menacingly, planting her fists firmly on her hips. Her stormy grey eyes seemed to grow darker.
For a second Percy thought he saw a flicker of fear cross Draco's face. "T-that is a th-threat!" Draco stepped backwards towards the door. "M-my father will hear ab-bout this!" He scrambled out of the shop and bolt down the street.
"What a wimp!" Percy nearly laughed.
"No different then any of the Ares kids, except that I would be worried it they went to tell their dad that I threatened them."
"Remember," Mrs. Weasley said. "Don't mind him, he's just looking for attention."