Sup dudes! I'm The 379th Hero, and welcome back to 20 years change. Now we left off on introducing some of our supporting characters, so now we're gonna send Harry into Diagon Alley!

Harry had a weird trip to Diagon Alley.

First their was the mob of fan-girls, and some dude with a weird turban.

So he and Hagrid walked into the pub (called the Leaky Cauldron), and someone screamed that he had arrived. Suddenly, Harry was swarmed by girls who all seemed to be within a couple years of his age (how almost all the Harry Potter fan-girls ended up in Diagon Alley at the same time as Harry would forever remain a mystery). Normally Harry wouldn't complain about being mobbed by a bunch of hot girls around his age, but he would have appreciated a bit of warning from Hagrid that he had fan-girls... or was even famous.

At some point, a pen was shoved into Harry's hand, and he spent a good 10 minutes autographing t-shirts, foreheads, school books, hats, hands, and some dude's turban. Hagrid explained that this guy was his future Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. That's not creepy at all.

Once Harry finally got through the whole crowd, his hand seriously cramped, and several phone numbers written on his arm, Hagrid took him into a small area behind the pub.

Harry was confused, but then Hagrid tapped a wall with his umbrella and it disappeared to reveal a packed street with all sorts of weird looking stores.

Harry wished he had eight extra sets of eyes - all the girls he saw looked really nice.

Eventually, after Hagrid dragged Harry along on a very eventful bowling trip, they reached a giant white building with a sign that read: "Gringott's: Wizarding Bank." Underneath, it read, "P.S. Run by goblins," and, "P.P.S. We hate you, Malfoy!"

Harry briefly wondered who this Malfoy guy was, but then got distracted by this cute blonde girls with... was she wearing radishes as earrings? Odd, but it looked kinda fun.

Harry then realized Hagrid was talking to him.

"What was that?"

"I said tha' ye'd be mad te try an' rob this place. Goblins can be vicious."

"Cool. Who's Malfoy?"

"What?"

"Read the sign." Harry pointed at the sign.

"Oh. Um.. the goblins hate 'im."

"I gathered that. Anything else I should know about him?"

"He's a right git. An' he got a son tha's abou' yer age."

"Cool. As long as he doesn't take all the girls before I do."

"Um... okay..."

Hagrid just gestured for Harry to follow him into the bank, where their were what Harry assumed were goblins.

"Hey Hagrid?"

"Yeah?"

"Is there a specific way to greet goblins or anything? Like, they aren't human, so I was thinking their culture might be different... and I don't want to be rude." Harry noticed that the nearest goblin looked up at that.

"What's your name, young wizard?"

"Harry. Harry Potter. What's yours?"

"Really? I hope fan-girls did not inconvenience you too much."

"Met a huge hoard of them in the Leaky Cauldron. My hand is still soar from all the autographs and subsequent bowling."

"Bowling?"

"Hagrid here decided that we should go bowling."

"I see. Anyway, I assume your after your vault?"

"Wait, vault?"

"You don't know? We kept sending you mail."

"I don't think I got any mail."

"Must be a mail ward. Those are supposed to be illegal to place on someone else, and you're just a kid."

"Um... I kinda noticed. So... vault?"

"Yes. You see, your father was a pretty rich guy, what with inheritance and some interesting inventions... anyway, their were also some donations from well-wishers."

"Cool. So I kinda need money because I need to go to Hogwarts and become the greatest wizard alive."

The goblin burst out laughing. "You are quite bold. We goblins like that. You also expressed a desire to be polite. We also like that. You're not to different from you mother."

"I'll have to find some of my parents old friends."

Harry noticed that Hagrid's expression darkened slightly.

"What is it, Hagrid?"

"Just... ah nevermind. Let's get ye yer stuff."

"Cool."

After a quick roller coaster ride, a visit to Harry's vault, another roller coaster ride, a visit to some other vault, and a third and final roller coaster ride, they were back outside with a bunch of money and some pouch that Hagrid stored somewhere in his immense coat. They started by visiting the book shop, where Hagrid ended up finding everything because Harry was to busy spying on this hot girl with bushy hair reading in the corner. Following this they visited the robes shop while Hagrid went off looking for cauldrons and potion ingredients. Harry unfortunately had the extreme displeasure of getting to meet the Malfoy child, who seemed to feel like all the girls would be itching to go out with him and he was the king of the universe. Harry would quickly prove the kid wrong. Finally, Hagrid dropped Harry off and the wand store. Harry just needed to know where the shop's owner was.

Harry had just gotten a bit distracted by a couple of hot girls walking past the window when he heard someone behind him.

"Oh, will you look at that!" a voice said. "It seems like their child is here at last."

"You knew my parents?" Harry asked as he turned around. The man's appearance was very startling.

"I remember every wand I ever sold. James Potter: mahogany, eleven inches... Lily... willow, ten and a quarter..."

"Let me know when you've left memory lane."

"Sorry. Really the whole idea is to match the wizard to a wand... ah, Hagrid. Good to see you."

Harry turned around to see Hagrid standing in the door with a big bird cage with a snowy white owl in it.

"Got som'thin' for yer birthday, Harry. Hope you like it."

"She's beautiful..." Harry said.

"So, wand... here, try this one," Ollivander handed Harry a wand. "Beechwood, dragon heartstring... 9 inches. Give a good wave."

Harry tried, but Ollivander took it back before giving Harry a different wand.

"Maple, Phoenix feather, 7 inches."

Harry tried waving it, but Ollivander again took it back.

"Ebony, Unicorn hair, 8 and a half inches- no..."

They tried many more wands until the table between them was buried in wands, than Harry was handed one final wand.

"Holly, Phoenix feather, 11 inches."

Harry waved it, and several red and gold sparks flew out.

"Oh, excellent! We have a winner! This is your wand, just pay ten galleons, and then your off."

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