Okay! I'm really on a typing roll today! There are no Potters in this chapter, but I promise they definitely be in the next chapter, that I can assure you!

Anyways, happy reading!

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Diagon Alley

"Ready, Kil?" Illumi asked as he watched his younger brother sling his backpack onto his shoulders.

"Yep, all ready to go," Killua replied cheerfully as they started walking towards the Entrance.

At the Entrance, a jet plane was waiting for the two brothers to take them to London. The plane ride was quiet and boring in Killua's opinion. He couldn't wait for the plane to touch down in London. He wandered what it would be like, to act like a tourist on vacation. The only times he ever got out of the house was to either kill someone or go for training like the time when he was six when he was dropped off at Heaven's Arena where fighters fought each other for money. Once you won enough matches, you could automatically move up a level higher. Killua's father had told him that he couldn't come back home until he reached the two hundred floor. That took two years.

Now, he was going somewhere not to assassinate someone. Oh sure, what he was going to learn would help him in his future career as an assassin, but the whole point was not to kill someone, so he would have to keep himself in check. He didn't flare up easily but when he did, at least one person would be dead – literally.

Once the jet touched down in London, Killua was supposed to go a grimy old pub by the name of 'The Leaky Cauldron' that only wizards could see. Illumi bid his brother farewell at the entrance of the pub and told him not to get himself killed or he would be 'mortally ashamed that I have taught you so poorly that you could not even survive a match with people who only rely on wooden sticks and know not even the most basic forms of martial arts'.

With Illumi and the servants out of sight, Killua pushed open the old doors into the worn-out building. The first reaction that Killua had was to wrinkle his nose in disgust. The lighting of the pub was dim and candles were lit in a few corners of the shop. Pale sunlight filtered in through the musty glass panes. In the middle of the room stood a bartender at his workplace, diligently cleaning up the cups and dishes and serving drinks to his customers.

Not knowing what else to do, Killua approached the bartender, asking, "Hello, how do you get to Diagon Alley?"

The ageing and slightly balding bartender flashed Killua a toothless grin and he put down the mug and cloth he had been working with and motioned for the young Zoldyck to follow him. He led Killua to the back of the store and opened the back door. There was a narrow alleyway that seemed to be dead-ended with brick walls.

"Watch carefully now," the bartender, Tom, said as he took out a stick, which Killua deduced was his wand, and used it to tap a certain sequence of bricks on the huge wall facing the back door. Killua could easily remember which bricks he tapped as he had been trained long and hard by Illumi in the art of memorising codes and patterns. He gasped in shock and amazement as he watched the wall open up to reveal a cobble-stoned street with many shops on both sides. A sea of people bustled in and out of shops as they needed to get the necessary school supplies for the year.

"You can come back later and book a room," Tom grinned. "I'll certainly remember a guy with such unusual hair like you."

"Thank you," Killua replied absent-mindedly as he wandered onto Diagon Alley, staring into the windows of the many stores that filled the area.

"Oh," Tom called, causing Killua to turn back to look at him questioningly. "You have money, right? Well, you might want to set up an account at Gringotts, that's the Wizard Bank."

"Thanks!" Killua shouted back at him before making his way over to a polished, white and official looking building with the name 'Gringotts Bank'. The door to the bank was made of fine silver with words intricately carved onto it. It was a poem that caught Killua's eye and he grinned as he read it.

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasures there.

Man, wouldn't it be fun to try and rob from here? Killua thought. It wasn't as though he was interested in the treasure. No, what he was fascinated by was the dangers hidden 'beneath our floors'. That sounded so fun! It was like a game! If only he wasn't so worried of getting caught…

Killua shrugged the thoughts of robbing Gringotts off as he entered the bank, he dark purple sport shoes not making a sound on the marble tiles of the cleanly polished floor. He walked silently to a counter and went to set up his own account, putting in half of the millions of dollars his father had given him. He then slit his remaining half into twos and kept one half of that for himself while changing the other half to the wizarding currency.

After that was dealt with, he moved quickly to the 'Madame Malkin's Robes For All Occasions' to purchase his school uniform before heading to the other stores to buy his school supplies. After buying them all – except for his wand, he saved that for last – Killua went to the Magical Menagerie to buy a pet.

The Magical Menagerie had lots of interesting and exotic pets, to say the least. Killua looked around for the perfect pet before he found none that truly captured his attention. He turned to leave the shop, but not before he heard a small, lonely hiss. Someone…please help… me…

Spinning round, Killua could find nothing that had made the voice in his head and briefly wondered if he was going mad before he heard it again, only this time, the vice was much weaker. Looking around, Killua soon found the speaker of the voice and walked over to a small tank at the corner of the shop. The tank contained a writhing black serpent, its blue eyes contorted with pain.

Did you speak to me? Killua whispered but the words twisted into a hiss, like a snake's.

The snake looked up with surprised eyes as it said in utter astonishment, You are a Speaker?

I think so, Killua hissed back softly before walking up to the shop owner and buying the snake.

So tell me, Killua said softly as he ate his lunch, his new pet lying in his backpack which lay on the chair beside him. What kind of snake are you?

I am of the noble breed of Silverclys. We are fast, agile, deadly and loyal, Master.

Okay. By the way, just call me Killua. I've had enough with the 'Master' stuff. Now, Killua put his spoon down, thinking long and hard. How about…Arcane?

Okay Master, but what does it mean?

It's an English word that means 'mysterious'. I'll just call you Kain for short, sounds alright to you?

Fine, Master.

Good. Let me finish my lunch, and then I would get my wand and book a room at the Leaky Cauldron.

After eating the remains of his lunch and feeding Arcane with his food, Killua found himself pushing open the door to Ollivander wand shop. The doorbell tinkled as he entered the shop and Killua couldn't help but feel like there was some secret, ancient magic in the room.

"So," a soft voice said, coming out of a shelf of wands. Many would've been startled by the sudden voice, but not Killua. Then again, many hadn't been raised by a notorious family of assassins so legendary that most people just believe that it was a legend.

Killua observed the owner of the voice carefully. He was a white-haired old man with pale, calm silver eyes. A measuring tape flew up to Killua by magic and started measuring random parts of his body before settling itself down on the table again.

"I've been wonder when you would be coming, Young Master Zoldyck," the old man smiled softly, "Or should I say, Mr Potter?"

Killua shot him a questioning glance before deeming him as a deluded fool.

"Come now, let's start," Mr Ollivander said as he pulled out a box and handed Killua the wand that had been lying inside. "Give it a wave," he instructed.

Blinking, Killua waved the wand and the back window exploded. Killua glanced at Mr Ollivander but the old man didn't seem to care. Instead, he pulled out a few more boxes and asked Killua to try again. Wand after wand was handed to the eleven-year-old and the number of wands he remembered trying had well gone over seventy. He had lost track of the number twenty-five minutes ago. Wand after wand had been waved and disaster after disaster had been struck. Shelves blew apart and were reduced to mere splinters of wood, more windows exploded, shelves were set on fire…

Soon, Ollivander handed over another wand. As soon as Killua gripped it, he could tell it was the one for him. After giving it a wave, the entire shop was illuminated in a dazzling golden and silver light as electrical sparks shot out of the wand.

"Ah, here you go. Your very own wand," Ollivander said. "11 inches. Made of Holly and had the core of a tail feather from a phoenix as well as a strand of hair from a demon. That would be seven Galleons, if you may."

After paying for his wand, Killua went back to the Leaky Cauldron and rented a room to stay. He collapsed on the bed and immediately fell asleep.

Finally over! Please review! I hope it was good...

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