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Chapter 2

Shopping!

"We have to what?" asked Jake, horrified, while Alice bounced around, the personification of happiness to the extreme.

Not long after Alice's previous outburst, Dumbledore had made us all hold onto this old kettle – he called it a portkey – which sort of teleported us to an old bar called the Leaky Cauldron. That is where we were at the moment, and Dumbledore was explaining what we would have to do.

"Shopping, dog," said Rosalie slowly, as if she were talking to an infant. "Shopping."

"Shopping? With that?" Jake gestured to the overly excited Alice. "I made that mistake once before, and she had me in Seattle for nine hours! And that was normal shopping! What do you think she'll do in a street full of magical shops?"

"Don't worry Jake," I snickered, "I'll protect you."

"You better," muttered Jake, at which Emmett roared with laughter, commenting on how he needed a girl to protect him from the pixie.

"Anyway," said Dumbledore, "your supply lists are all in the envelopes I have given you, and for money you will need to go to Gringotts bank and exchange. I am sure you can set up an account if you need to."

"I think we will do that," said Carlisle nodding. "Is there anything we need to get besides what is on the lists? Those are just from the school, right?"

"Yes. You and Esme will need everyday robes, as you shall be working at the school. The children will need Muggle clothes, as you didn't bring any from America-" Dumbledore ignored Alice's excited squeal and continued to talk "-but I think that is it. You will also need to give this note to Ollivander, the wandmaker, when you go into his shop. I don't think you will be needing anything else."

Dumbledore handed yet another envelope to Carlisle.

"Thank you, Dumbledore."

"No, thank you. You are the ones that dropped everything to come and help us."

"What do we do when we are finished shopping?"

"I have-"

"There will be someone from the Order waiting to pick us up here at five o'clock tomorrow evening," said Alice. "Due to time differences, it is about five o'clock right now, so all the shops will be starting to close. We will have to shop tomorrow." Her lips fell into a pout. Then she brightened up again. "However, it should be okay, because it is overcast tomorrow despite it being summer."

"How-" started Dumbledore, but Edward interrupted.

"She has a gift as well, like me," he said. "But instead of mindreading, Alice can see the future, so she knows what you have been planning."

"That could be very useful indeed," said Dumbledore, an intrigued expression on his face. "But I shall talk to you tomorrow when you reach Order Headquarters."

"Where is that, professor?" asked Alice. "I can't see them."

"Ah, that, my dear, is because I have not told you where it is."

"But-"

"It's a charm, Alice," muttered Edward, "One that stops anyone from finding the house unless they have been told."

"Oh."

"That's really clever," mused Jasper. "Only, couldn't you just ask anyone where it is?"

"Only one person can divulge the information," said Dumbledore. "Well then, I believe I shall be seeing you tomorrow." Then, he flourished his cloak and moved towards the exit. Before he went through the door, however, he paused, and whispered quietly so that only the vampires could hear: "The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix are located at number 12, Grimmauld Place, London."

Then he was gone.

xXx

"So, what did you say we have to do again?"

"We have to go through the brick wall, Emmett."

"Oh, that should be easy. Step out of the way, scrawny one, and let me do the honors."

"No Emmett, don't break the wall down! We have to get the barman to let us in by tapping the wall with his wand!"

"Oooh. What's his name?"

"Tom."

"Tom! Oi, Tom!"

"Emmett, shut up!"

"Edward!"

"Sorry Mom."

"He's right though, dear, go ask him nicely."

"Fine."

Emmett stalked back into the bar and returned a few moments later with an old man who was missing several teeth.

We had all spent the night running around London sightseeing, while Alice and Rose went shopping. I must say, watching Emmett trying to provoke one of the royal guards at Buckingham Palace at one o'clock in the morning is one of the funniest things I've ever seen – he would have gotten us arrested if it weren't for Renesmee's good looks and charm. Edward was livid.

"All you have to do," said Tom, raising his wand to the wall, "is tap the right bricks, and the wall will move out of the way, allowing you to enter."

"Which bricks?" asked Ness.

"Three up and two across," muttered Tom as he tapped the wall.

To everyone's amazement, the bricks began to move, sliding out of the way until there was an archway where the wall had been.

"Wow," said Ness, grinning, as she looked down the street.

I thought 'wow' just about covered it.

The street was cobbled, and was lined with many different and strange types of shops.

The people in the street were bustling around happily, comparing prices and chatting with friends. Most of them were wearing wizard robes, although there were a few people, mainly kids and teenagers, who were wearing normal clothes.

"I think we need to go to the bank first," said Carlisle. "Now, I want everyone to stick together please. We will go to the bank, then get wands, and then after that we can split up, alright?"

We all nodded, and Carlisle led us down the street to where Tom had told us the Bank would be.

I could tell that everyone – even Rose – was bursting with excitement. I didn't need Jasper's gift to know that. Alice and Ness were bouncing up and down again – Alice seemed to be using all her self control to not go into the shops and buy madly – and Jasper was grinning like a mad man, although that might have had something to do with Alice's mood. Emmett and Jake were yapping away about how they couldn't wait to learn magic and get back home so they could prank Seth, and Esme's eyes were shinning as she glanced around.

"What do you think of all this, love?" asked Edward.

"It's… it's… I don't know," I said. Edward chuckled, seeming to understand what I meant.

"Yes, it is all a bit bizarre, isn't it?"

"A bit?"

"Well, okay. A strange old man shows up in our living room and tells us that we have to enroll in a magical school on the other side of the world and protect a teenaged boy from the most evil wizard of all time… yes, just a bit."

I laughed as we walked through the large doors of the bank, earning several looks from the creatures sitting behind the counters.

Whoa, hang on a sec. What are those things?

I asked Edward the same question with my shield lowered, not sure how good their hearing capabilities were.

"Goblins," muttered Edward quietly. "From the thoughts of the humans in here, I'd say we'd have to be careful with them. They seem quite hostile."

"Hello, my name is Carlisle Cullen," said Carlisle, approaching one of the Goblins behind a counter. The Goblin didn't say anything, and merely stared at him. "I was wondering if we could exchange some money. We have just come from America, and only have American Muggle money."

The Goblin nodded.

"Do you have a vault?"

"No, but we would like to, er, open one."

I didn't think I'd ever seen Carlisle so unsure of what to say before, but I was sure he was doing much better than I would have done if I were in his position.

"Name."

"Carlisle-"

"Family name only."

"Cullen."

"Amount you wish to place in the vault?"

Carlisle pursed his lips, then turned to Alice and held his hand out. Alice grinned and handed him the large bag she was carrying with her. Carlisle placed it in front of the Goblin.

"We are not sure what the exchange rate is, but we would like to exchange all of this, and then put half of it into a vault.

The Goblin looked into the bag, then nodded, and snapped his fingers.

Another goblin appeared and they began to converse in another language – which I could only assume was goblin – before the bag was handed over. Then, yet another Goblin came running up with an even larger bag over his shoulder.

"How much did Carlisle give the goblin?" I asked Edward quietly.

"A lot," was his only answer. I rolled my eyes, deciding that I didn't really want to know, especially seeing as Edward had used the words 'a lot' to describe an amount of money – Edward, who used Porches as bribes.

Not long after that, we were all standing outside of the bank, our pockets full of large gold galleons, silver sickles and small bronze knuts.

"Now, wands," said Esme, and we all marched towards a shop called 'Ollivander's'.

When we entered, the shop seemed empty, but an old man crept forward.

"Who are you?" he asked. "Hogwarts students do not normally come this early… and you look strange. I think I have-"

"Mr. Ollivander," interrupted Edward, "Professor Dumbledore has given us a note for you to read."

At the mention of Dumbledore, Ollivander seemed to relax a little bit, and then a lot more after he had read the note from Dumbledore which, according to Edward, stated that we were foreigners that had come to help the fight against Voldemort and help Harry Potter.

"I suppose you need wands then," he said.

"Well yeah," muttered Jake. "Honestly, what else would we have come to a wand shop for? Cream pies?"

Luckily, the old man didn't hear him.

"I'll need each of you to try out different wands… and I'll need you all to be measured. So, come on then, one at a time…"

After about two hours – it took a long time for the ten of us to all find suitable wands – we all walked out of the store, each holding our own wand.

"We should split up now," said Jasper, "We have an awful lot to buy."

"Yes, that is true," said Esme. "Alice, Jasper, you go get us all clothes; Edward, Bella, you go find books; Rose, Emmett: cauldrons, potions ingredients, phials and scales; Nessie and Jake, you guys find telescopes."

"What about you?" asked Emmett.

"We'll get our own robes," said Esme, sending a look at Alice, who pouted. "And trunks for each of us."

"Once you have bought what you need, you may do as you wish. We'll meet outside the bank in three hours, got it?" said Carlisle.

"Okay!" yelled Alice, and was gone before I had the chance to look at her.

"And don't forget to act human!" muttered Jasper, rolling his eyes and walking off in the direction Alice had gone.

"See you later Mom!" called Nessie as she walked off with Jake.

"Be careful!"

"Sure, Mom."

"So, where do you think the bookshop is?" I asked Edward.

"No idea. Let's just wander for a bit before we find it, alright?"

"Sounds good to me."

As we wandered down the cluttered street, I was forced to rely on Edward's arm around my waist to guide me in the right direction, for I could not rip my eyes away from the multitude of shops. Even though we had walked through the whole Alley to reach the bank, and I could remember everything I had seen before – which was a lot, thanks to my vampiric senses – even more seemed to pop out at me.

There was a shop that sold supplies for some sport called Quidditch, which had a seemingly permanent huddle of children around the window, staring at a shiny broomstick on display. There was a shop full of owls, another that looked like a joke-shop from which strange noises were emitting, an ice-cream shop and-

"Edward, over there - spell books!"

The shop was called Flourish and Blotts, and had tons upon tons of spell books. Every wall and almost every space was crammed full of bookshelves, and the books that did not fit were in piles.

"Hello there, how can I help you?" asked the sales man when we walked in.

"Well," said Edward as he pulled out the eight lists from his pocket, "Let's see… We need eight copies of A Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5, By Miranda Goshawk, eight copies of A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot, eight copies of Magical Theory, by Adalbert Waffling, eight copies of Intermediate Transfiguration, by Emeric Switch, eight copies of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore, eight copies of Magical Drafts and Potions, by Arsenius Jigger, eight copies of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard, four copies of Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky, three copies of Numerology and Grammatica, by Poly Nomalism, two copies of The Lives of Muggles, by Felix Cited, three copies of Spellman's Syllabry, by Ima Spellman, and five copies of The Monster Book of Monsters, by Don Keigh."

The sales man stared at him for a moment with his mouth hanging open.

"Er, how about you just hand me those lists, and I'll just, er, get those for you, alright?"

Edward smirked and handed over the papers.

"Why do you have all the lists?" I asked. "Surely the others need them too?"

"No," Edward whispered back, "They all memorized theirs, but Alice saw this happening. It would have taken forever for him to find all of our books otherwise."

I glanced over to the salesman, who was studying the lists while waving his wand, books flying towards him from all over the shop.

"They're lucky I've got this all in stock…" he was muttering. "Normally wouldn't have it yet, and with the amount they're buying… must be a large family… seems like they're going into fifth year, but why are they buying books they should already have?"

"He sounds confused," I commented.

"He is," chuckled Edward.

"Ah, here we are," said the salesman. When I turned to look at him again, he was obscured from view, due to the seventy-three books piled onto the counter. "You've got quite the haul here," he said.

"Big family," I said, confirming his suspicions. He nodded with a sympathetic look on his face.

"How much?" asked Edward.

The man's face grew more sympathetic, but it looked forced; I could see the glee under the sympathy as he told Edward the figure.

I think the man was a little suspicious when we walked out of the shop holding all those bags without a sweat, but according to Edward he just thought we must have cast a weightlessness spell on it while he wasn't looking. He didn't consider the fact that we were supposedly going into fifth year, and so shouldn't have been doing magic outside of school.

"What shall we do now?" I asked as we stood outside once again.

Edward closed his eyes for a moment.

"Alice is still lecturing the woman in the Robe shop about how much more fashionable Muggle clothes are, while Jasper is trying to hide in the corner, Rose is buying cauldrons while Emmett is clearing up a box full of beetle eyes he knocked over, Jake and Ness are still looking at telescopes and Carlisle and Esme are chatting in the Leaky Cauldron."

"Do you want to go and talk with them?"

"Not particularly," Edward flashed my favorite crooked smile, "Let's just walk for a bit. Something tells me we're not going to be away from them again for a while… although, I guess we could just go and drop all these books off. We're getting a couple of strange looks."

After leaving the books in the room Esme had booked for just this purpose, we were back in Diagon Alley, enjoying ourselves.

First, we decided to go into Quality Quidditch supplies, and, by looking through a couple of magazines, were able to understand the basics of the game. I couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts so I could watch one.

I caused a bit of a pandemonium in Eyelops Owl Emporium when I went in to investigate – all the owls reacted a little badly to having a vampire in their midst, and a couple managed to escape their cages. Edward was in hysterics by the time I was chased out by a very confused and apologetic shop owner.

Nessie and Jake were in the bookshop when we returned to find something for light reading, along with Jasper who had escaped Hurricane Alice. Jake was looking extremely bored, but brightened up when Edward got yelled at for 'almost knocking over an expensive display of the Disguised book of Disguises'.

We met up with Emmett and an irritated looking Rose in Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke shop, which is probably the best shop I'd ever been in. Edward had to convince me not to buy anything, saying that he was sure we would have no need of pranking goods; at least not until we learnt a bit more magic.

"This is so cool," said Ness.

We were sitting outside Florean Fortescue's Ice-cream parlor with the two members of the family who actually ate; Jake was stuffing down an extra large chocolate sundae, topped with chocolate-mint sauce, choc-chips, sprinkles, a cherry and a wafer, while Nessie was eating a simple vanilla sundae.

"I know," I said, watching Jake in disgust as he shoveled ice-cream down his throat. "It's all so…"

"What?" said a voice behind me. "Magical? My dear little sis, I applaud you for your creativeness!"

"Shut up, Em," I growled, slapping his arm as he sat next to me. "It is magical!"

"I know. Never said it wasn't."

"Leave me alone."

"You know, I really think I should tutor you in the art of good comebacks-"

"Oh, leave her alone," growled Rose, pulling up a chair next to Ness.

My relationship with Rose had gotten along splendidly over the past couple of years since Renesmee was born; we had been united – Edward, Rose and I – over almost everything whilst raising her, and, as we were forced to be civil while Ness was around, actually grew to like each other. Rose was nice when you got to know her – she just doesn't show it most of the time.

"Hey, I thought you were supposed to be on my side!" whined Emmett, pouting.

"Well, you thought wrong."

"What's wrong, Aunt Rosie?" asked Ness.

"That big idiot has just been getting on my nerves all day. Knocking over those beetle eyes, and then 'accidentally breaking' that insulting wristwatch in the joke shop which of course meant he had to buy it…"

"How can a wristwatch be insulting?" I asked. Edward chuckled.

"It is!" exclaimed Rose. "It told me my hair looked like a dirty dishcloth wrapped around a quaffle!"

I froze as a horrible noise started to erupt from Jacob's chest, then chuckled as I realized what had happened.

Many of my human memories had faded – normal, everyday ones anyway, I could remember pretty much everything since when I first came to Forks – but even I knew that laughing hysterically and eating ice-cream at the same time was never a good idea.

Nessie patted him on the back, the after a while he managed to gasp out:

"As true as that is, Blondie… you don't think that… maybe… all that time fixing cars and smelling petrol fumes has gotten to your head?"

"I'm serious!" growled Rose, sending an icy glare at Jake, "Look at it!"

We all turned our attention to the small brown watch that adorned Emmett's wrist.

"Er, Rose, it isn't doing anything," I whispered.

"Just wait," she snarled. "Mutt, talk to the damn thing."

"Erm, hello mister wristwatch?"

"Don't talk to me you dim-witted, good for nothing oaf!"

"Well, It's not as creative as I had hoped it would be…" muttered Emmett, looking at the watch sadly. Then he perked up. "But it's still bloody brilliant!"

"Emmett!" I scolded. "Language!"

"Sorry Mom."

But it wasn't Emmett's reply that had my teeth on edge.

"Why, aren't you the bossy one? You won't get along in life with an attitude like that, now will you?"

"Still not very creative," snickered Jake.

"I know," moaned Em.

I looked at Rose, catching her eye. When she was looking at me, I looked to the watch, then to Edward, then back to her. She grinned, so I figured she got the message. I dropped my shield, and told Edward what I wanted him to do, then asked him if Rose got it right.

He nodded.

I grinned.

He lunged.

"Hey!"

Several people looked our way at Emmett's outburst, forcing Edward and Emmett to move at human pace, which was to Edward's advantage, as it meant Emmett could not act on instinct. Emmett was stronger though, so when Edward had him pinned, I grabbed one side while Edward held down the other.

"Rose," I called. "Would you like to do the honors?"

"Sure," she said in the most pleasant voice I had heard her use since before we were in the bank.

"Oh, it's the quaffle-face again. You're eyes are the colour of dog's business, and when was the last time your brushed your teeth?"

"Pathetic," I heard Jake whisper.

"I'll give you dog's business," muttered Rose, pulling the watch off Emmett's wrist.

"Get off you horse-faced bit-"

The watch cut off with a soft crunching noise as Rose crushed it in her fist.

"Aww, Rosie," whined Emmett. "It was actually going to insult you good that time!"

"What?" screeched Rose.

I grabbed Edward's had and dragged him away before it got any worse. Emmett was sure in trouble now.

"How much longer do we have left?" I asked.

"Not long," he said, still laughing at Emmett's predicament. "By the way, Alice is-"

"Did I miss it? Oh, please don't say I missed it? I did didn't I? Wait-" Alice held up her finger and closed her eyes as her expression went blank. Then she turned back into her hyperactive self. "I only missed half! See you in a bit!"

Then she disappeared into the crowd once more.

"Watch out!" said Edward, grabbing my arm and pulling me backwards. My eyes widened as I took in the several large, bulging shopping bags that were floating through the crowd after my sister.

"That.. that wasn't all ours was it?" I asked.

"Alice will be Alice," he said with a shrug.

"What was she talking about?"

"She saw what was happening with the watch and want to watch the show… she was annoyed she missed us getting him, but apparently there's a rather large crowd back there watching the big strong man getting beaten up by a blonde girl."

I sighed.

"Of course there is."

About a quarter of an hour later, we were all standing in the Leaky Cauldron, each holding several bags.

"Any idea who's coming?" Jake asked Alice.

"He's a bit… odd…" muttered Alice. "Strangest guy I've ever seen. Scary, almost. His eyes are…" she didn't finish the sentence.

"You can't really explain it," sighed Edward. "Just wait, he'll be here in two minutes."

"One minute forty-eight seconds," corrected Alice.

"Show off," muttered Emmett.

What I can only assume was exactly one minute and forty eight seconds later, a man walked towards us, and he was, as Alice had said, the strangest guy I'd ever seen, including Dumbledore. He had scars all over his face, and it looked like a bit of his nose had been blown off. He had one wooden leg, so that he clumped when he walked, and his mouth was turned down in a permanent scowl – much like Emily, Sam Uley's fiancée – well, wife now.

But that wasn't all.

The strangest thing about this man was his eyes; one was a normal, dark brown, but the other was larger, rounder, startling blue in colour, and was continuously flicking around the room, as if searching for danger.

"Alastor Moody," he growled. "But you can call me-"

"Mad-eye," muttered Alice. "Everybody does." Then she quickly clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Oh my god, I am sooo sorry," she said quickly. "I'm sorry, I'm just so used to-"

"It's quite alright," he said, although his voice wasn't kind. "That is a much better welcoming than what one might expect from a bunch of vampires."

"Truer words have never been spoken," muttered Jake, but he quieted as soon as Mad-eye looked at him.

"Now, we'll be traveling to Headquarters through use of portkey. Albus tells me you have all used one before, so I'll just get straight to it. Keep a hold onto your bags. Now lets go!"

He held out what looked like a postcard, and we all grabbed hold, each with a trunk and many bags in our other hand.

"And in three… two… one…"

And they're off! Sirius Black, here we come! Oooh, looking forward to writing it!

By the way, sorry if that was a little lacking, it's just I know everyone knows what Diagon Alley is like, and I'm trying to get to the good stuff quicker!

Tell me what you think!