Chapter 4: Diagon Alley

Disclaimer – The world of Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling and various publishers. I make no claim to ownership; I'm just playing in her sandbox

A/N- Thanks for all the reviews. About last week, I did not leave enough content to write about. When I planned out chapter three I though I had enough to write about, I guess not. Ha Ha. So I have been getting a lot of request of having Harry and Rose be more than just brother and sister. Originally I did not plan for this, but if you want I may throw that in there. So let me know what you think. As for Ginny I believe I have decided what I am going to do with her. With out further ado here is the next chapter:

July 24 1991:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry read the letter another time, and then again. Just to be sure he read it a fourth time. He didn't understand, maybe this was a joke. Than again he thought about the many things he could do. Maybe there were others, maybe not exactly like him and Rose. He found it hard to believe that there were many people who were almost killed but saved by ripping their magic apart.

He looked up as Rose walked into the room, she looked at him curiously. He could tell she was wondering why confusion was rolling off her brother. Harry was usually very in control of his emotion, and almost never confused. He was able to adapt quickly, he knew a lot and very confident. But for some reason he was very confused right at the minute, first thing in the morning. Harry handed Rose her letter for her to read.

"Is this real?" Rose asked as she waved her letter at her brother.

"I believe so. There is the owl that delivered it. It may be awaiting a response. We can ask them to send someone to talk to. Than we can find out if this is real, use our magic to force him to tell us the truth."

"But how did they find us? I mean nobody knows where we are or who we are. Yet they can find us and send us a letter?" Rose asked with a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"I doubt they mean us any harm." Harry started but was cut off.

"How can you know that?" demanded Rose.

"If they wanted to harm us they would be here attacking us. Not asking us to join them at some school." Reasoned Harry. His mind was running through all the possible scenarios. Were they going to be attacked? Obviously not. Was someone playing an elaborate prank on them? Doubtful they did not know anyone who would want to prank them.

"It's probably real. Look at what we can do, magic is real. Though they probably can't do what we can. I don't think we should tell anyone until we can find those we can trust. This could help us, an army of magic users just like us. It would make conquering and ruling this world easier."

"This is going to change things." Rose stated looking to her brother for reassurance.

"Yes it will. But we will adapt, we will learn, we will be fine. WE." Harry gave his sister reassuring smile and gathered her in his arms.

Harry thought it would be best if they were to keep to their regular schedule. Just to get some familiarity back into their life after this bombshell. It was not so much out of fear more of shock. It wasn't every day you found out you have magical powers than find out there is a whole society that also is like you. It was a lot to take in for most people and even harder for those who have many reasons not to trust anyone. They would head to the gym for a few rounds of sparring and than come back home and study some more. But ultimately wait for the reply from Hogwarts.

"Come on lets head to the gym. So I can kick your butt some more." Joked Harry.

"You wish you were this good."

Harry and Rose entered the gym and went to the changing rooms. When they exited the changing rooms they looked around the gym. There were never very many people at the gym; it was usually the same ten men and woman. Harry had to use his magic to convince them that the twins' moving faster than they could see was perfectly normal. When they first arrived at the gym the twins trained with the others, but as time passed Harry and Rose became to fast and too strong. The only ones who were able to match them for speed and strength were each other. Luckily their sensei was fast enough to usually keep up with them, of course not at full speed. But this did allow them to sometimes fight a new opponent.

Harry spent the next four hours training, working out, and sparring with Rose. Harry felt great getting his frustration and uncertainties out. He didn't know what to think about this new school. Would they go? It would be beneficial to see what they could teach them. It would also help to find others similar to them, make friends and allies for the future. Maybe this school could teach those things they didn't know, or other ways in which they could use their magic. Either way he would have to wait for the return letter and than the meeting to see if this was even real. But at the point it seemed most likely.

After Harry and his sister were finished their sparring for the day they headed home. When they entered their apartment they could hear the soft hooting of an owl. Harry made his way into the kitchen where he saw a different owl than the one from that morning. The owl did have a letter attached to one of its legs. Harry walked over and removed the letter. Rose meanwhile was getting some water for the tired animal. He opened the letter and began to read it out loud:

Dear Mr and Miss Potter,

We received your letter and will send someone to meet you. Tomorrow, July 25th, morning at 10:30, Mr Rubeus Hagrid Keeper of Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts will meet you at Charing Cross Road. Where he will escort you to Diagon Alley and help you find what you need. He will be the tall man with black hair and beard. Have a good day,

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"Well, I guess we know what we're doing tomorrow." Joked Rose. Harry just rolled his eyes at his sister's insistence of having to state the obvious.

"Really I wouldn't have known."Harry muttered sarcastically, Rose shot her brother a glare. "We won't have to leave that early tomorrow morning. Charing Cross road is not that far from here. The location is great, if we ever want to go back and get something. We should spend some extra time in the biggest book store there. See what we can find and anything that might be helpful."

"Well until that time comes we should get back to our studies. Are we going to continue when we go to Hogwarts?" Rose wondered.

"We will wait till we look at the school books we get tomorrow. Than we will decide, there might not be enough time to do both."

For the rest of the day Harry and Rose continued their studies. When night came they went to sleep with dreams of a magical school.

July 25, 1991:

Harry woke up the next morning to find his sister already awake and having left their room. This was unusual for Rose, she usually slept in and he would have to drag her out of bed. He knew she was excited about the prospect of going to a school which was filled with other kids with similar powers. Harry knew Rose was a very out going person, loved talking to people and would love to have friends. He knew she would love to be able to have friends but with their new, developing powers it would have been hard to fit in and easy to accidently hurt someone. So with the ability to go to a school where they could fit in, it was a dream come true.

Harry rolled himself out of bed to get ready for their day. He walked into the bathroom and started removing his clothes until he was naked except for his necklace. When they were younger Harry and Rose were never given any Christmas presents. So one year Rose got her brother a present, the necklace he was now wore everyday and wouldn't take off. It was just a plain silver chain but Harry felt it was his most prized possession. Fifteen minutes later he was dressed and washed and heading into the living room. He walked in and saw Rose sitting on the couch waiting for him. In front of her were the dirty dishes from her breakfast, and a bowl of cereal waiting for him. Harry took a closer look at his sister; she was wearing a pair of skinny blue jeans with a tight fitting black tank top. Harry thought his sister looked very pretty.

"You are up early. Excited?" asked Harry with a broad smile on his face. He couldn't help it he loved seeing his sister so happy, and excited. It was times like this that reminded Harry how young they actually were. They were so used to the brutality of their lives had been through. So used to having to fight to survive, never having fun or anything to be excited about. Having to grow up far sooner than any child should have to. But it was not all bad they did have each other, Harry could not imagine what it would be like if he didn't have Rose. He did not want to imagine it.

"A little bit. It's going to be brilliant. I mean an entire magical community. "Rose's voice was filled with awe. Harry knew she had probably spent a lot of time imagining what Hogwarts was going to be like. The possible friends that she could make there.

"I'm sure it will be something amazing. But remember there will be some bad ones. They are still people only with magical abilities. Though I am sure there will be some good people too. It is finding them that are sometimes the challenge." Harry replied philosophically.

It was time for them to leave. They left their apartment and grabbed a cab to take them to Charing Cross Road. Charing Cross Road is a street in downtown London near Tottenham Court Road. Harry and Rose exited their cab and began walking to where they were going to meet Hagrid. As they walked Harry looked around, they passed a bookstore called Charing Cross Books, and circle, as well as a Blockbusters. They passed more bookstores that seemed to be beside a record store. There was a cinema and a hamburger bar that he wanted to sop for lunch after they were finished.

When they made it to where they were to meet Hagrid they stopped and looked around to find him. After ten minutes of looking Harry's eyes landed on a giant of man. This man was twice the size of every other man around him; his hands looked to be the size of dustbins. The giants face seemed to be hidden by his long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard. Harry could just make out his eyes; they were glittering like black beetles under all the hair. When Hagrid spotted Harry and Rose he waved his giant arm in greeting; knocking the hat of a passer-by. Harry waved back as Hagrid made his way over to them, the crowd of people parting before the giant of a man like the parting of the red sea.

"Allo Harry. Las' time I saw you, you was only a baby. An there's little Rose. Yeh look like yer Dad, but yeh've got yer mum's eyes there Harry. You look like yer mum Rose, but yer dad's eyes. How've you been?" asked Hagrid, his eyes shinning with warmth and joy at seeing the twins again.

"We are doing better now, thank you. I am assuming your Rubeus Hagrid, the man we were to meet?" asked Harry uncertainly. This man was the biggest he had ever seen; he was twice as tall as everyone else. Harry was confident in his powers but there was a limit. He was also still only eleven; it would be a while till he was sure he could take down this man easily.

"Yep sorry. Call me Hagrid, everyone does. I'm keeper at Hogwarts."

"It's nice to meet you Hagrid." Greeted rose, who had to strain her neck to look him in the face. Even with all their exercising and eating healthy Rose was small for her age. She had the body of a dancer: small, slim, graceful, sleek. Only Harry knew that she did not get that body form dancing. Only Harry knew what an amazing fighter his sister was.

"Yah it's nice to meet you too Hagrid." Harry greeted as well.

"Best be off, lot's ter do. Come on."

Hagrid lead them back the way they came. They passed by many of the same stores till they came by the bookstore that was beside the record store. Hagrid stopped here and Harry could not fathom why. Until Hagrid pointed at a pub that was between the two shops, now that Harry looked he couldn't understand why he didn't see it at first. Harry guessed the reason was that he wasn't paying attention, was not looking closely to his surroundings. So the magic that affected non-magicals could affect a wizard under certain circumstances. This brought up the problem of Harry not paying attention to what occurred around him. With his plans and the way his life had been like up to this point it could be an extremely dangerous habit.

As he walked beside his sister and behind Hagrid he reached out with his senses. Harry could feel everything going on around him; the people that passed by, their intentions, the birds that flew over head, the pigeons being fed by an elderly man, the insects crawling around beneath his feet. Harry could also feel the power of his sister beside him and that of Hagrid in front of him. He came to an abrupt stop; he could feel an intense amount of power, of magic coming from the pub they were heading to. It was as if there was an entire city of magical beings behind it. It amazed him the amount of power that was coming from it. It was intoxicating to feel that much power.

"Okay there Harry?" asked a concerned Hagrid. Apparently they had noticed that he stopped and he had his eyes closed longer than he thought.

"Yes sorry Hagrid. Just stubbed my toe." Returned Harry.

Harry reached out his mind to his sister. They had found that it was possible to communicate with each other using their minds. It was easy to send emotions and intent. As they grew older and practiced they found it possible to use their magic to allow them to actually communicate telepathically. Granted doing this was a drain on their magical reserves, but not too bad. They would not be able to do this in the middle of a battle, but just day to day it would be all right.

'You okay Harry?' Harry could feel the concern in her thoughts.

'Yeah, I just reached out through my magic. There is a ton of magic coming from behind that pub. The amount of it was shocking is all.'

'All right as long as you're good. Can't have you collapsing, your to heavy to carry.' She joked as she turned to stick her tongue out at him.

Harry and Rose followed Hagrid into the tiny, grubby-looking pub. It was dark and shabby inside with even a few tables in the shadows. There were a few patrons; a couple of old ladies in one corner smoking a pipe, a man in a top hat. The man behind the bar was old, bald and resembled a toothless walnut. The man looked up as the entered the bar.

"The usual Hagrid?"

"Can't, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business." Said Hagrid, clapping his great hand on Harry's shoulder and making Harry's knees buckle.

"Good Lord," said the barman, peering at Harry, "is this – can this be -?"

The Leaky Cauldron had suddenly gone completely still and silent.

"Bless my soul," whispered the old barman. "Harry Potter … what an honour."

He hurried out from behind the bar, rushed towards Harry and seized his hand, tears in his eyes.

"Welcome back, Mr Potter, welcome back."

"It is good to be back my friend. Hagrid said your name was Tom?" replied Harry politely. He had no idea he was famous or why. That mattered little at the moment but he would seize on the opportunity and find out latter. He knew it would be smart to befriend the barman, from the looks of it every witch and wizard had to pass through the bar to get to Diagon alley as well as many stayed to have drinks and talk. A lot of information could be gathered here, and information was a powerful and priceless commodity.

"Yes indeed it is. It is a pleasure to meet you. And thank you again."

Harry simply smiled back. He didn't know what to say to that. He did not know if what he did was something he should say you're welcome to. He looked around the bar when he heard what sounded like all the chairs scraping against the ground. He saw everyone in the bar get up as one and rush over to mob him. He plastered a welcoming grin on is face and began to greet the masses. He knew if he wanted to rule, the masses needed to love him. The easiest way for that was to be kind and greet them and treat them as equals. Even if they were not.

"Doris Crockford, Mr Potter, can't believe I'm meeting you at last."

"It's nice to meet you as well Doris. I hope you don't mind if I call you that." Harry greeted the woman with long straight whit hair.

"Oh, Oh, thank you Mr Potter. I don't mind at all. Always wanted to shake your hand – I'm all of a flutter."

"It's nice to know I have people who like me. It was nice meeting you Doris."

"Delighted, Mr Potter, just can't tell you. Diggle's the name, Dedalus Diggle."

"I remember you Dedalus; you bowed to me once in a shop." Harry remembered the man who lost his top hat in his excitement.

"He remembers!" cried Dedalus Diggle, looking around at everyone. "Did you hear that? He remembers me!"

Harry shook hands with many others. He greeted them all as friends and more importantly as equals. Not one of the many people objected to the fact that Harry, an eleven year old boy, called them by their first name. Harry had a presence about him that commanded respect and obedience. He had the aura of a leader, someone above you but still approachable, someone to respect and listen to.

A young man with pale skin and blue eyes, with one twitching came up to shake Harry's hand He was anxious and trembling, Harry put this off as being a shier person than everyone else. Maybe meeting a celebrity was making him very nervous.

"Professor Quirrell!" said Hagrid. "Harry, Professor Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts."

"P-P-Potter," Stammered Professor Quirrell, grasping Harry's hand, "c-can't t-tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Professor. What subject will I be learning from you?" Harry tried his best to put his Professor at ease.

"D-Defence Against the D-D-Dark Arts," muttered Professor Quirrell, as though he would rather not talk about it. "N-not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter?" He laughed nervously. "You'll be g-getting all your equipment, I suppose? I've g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on vampires m-myself." He looked terrified at the very thought.

"Yes Hagrid here is going to shoe me around and help my get what I need. I am sure there are many things I need to learn. I am also sure I will learn a lot from you professor."

"Must get on – lots ter buy. Come on, Harry."

It took them ten minutes to get to the back of the bar. Everyone wanted to say goodbye and Doris Crockford had to shake Harry's hand a few more times. Finally Hagrid led Harry and Rose out into a small, walled courtyard. Harry looked around but he could only see some weeds and dustbins.

"Wow, that was weird." Commented Rose. "Apparently dear brother you're famous. Everyone went nuts in there. Like you're some sort of hero. Did you save the world while I had my back turned?"

"Right sorry 'bout that. Guess yer don know but your famous ...Even Professor Quirrell was tremblin' ter meet yeh- mind you, he's usually trembin'."
"Is he always that nervous?"
"Oh, yeah. Poor bloke. Brilliant mind. He was fine while he was studyin' outta books but then he took a year off to get some first-hand experience... They say he met vampires in the Black Forest and there was a nasty bit o' trouble with a hag- never been the same since. Scared of the students, scared of his own subject..."

"Should he be teaching at Hogwarts than?" asked a worried Rose. It wasn't a great first impression of Hogwarts Professors. Hopefully there would be ones that were not afraid of their own shadows.

"He's fine he know his stuff. Anyway got yer list you two."

"Yes right here:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Uniform

First-year students will require:

Three Sets of Plain Work Robes (Black)

One Plain Pointed Hat (Black) for day wear

One Pair of Protective Gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One Winter Cloak (Black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name-tags.

Set Books

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment

1 Wand

1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set of glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set of brass scales

Students may also bring an Owl OR a Cat OR a Toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

"So we find everything we need here in this courtyard?" asked Rose skeptically.

"Course not. Just need to … "Hagrid took out a pink umbrella and tapped the bricks three times with the point of his umbrella.

As Harry watched the bricks started to quiver than move. They started to shift and an opening in the middle appeared. It got bigger and bigger till Harry could see a cobble stone street stretch out in front of him.

"Welcome," said Hagrid, "to Diagon Alley."

Harry looked around with a look of astonishment on his usually stoic face. Beside him Rose had a very similar look on her face. All around them there were shops with varying and strange color schemes. They were selling wares that Harry had never seen before. They walked by a shop selling cauldrons of all sizes, there were ones made of pewter, copper and even one of solid gold. Another shop selling all different species of owls; great horned, barn, tawny and many more. There was a shop full of different wizard robes. There was another shop with a bunch of boys near Harry's age gathered around it. It looked like it sold broom sticks, why they would want broomsticks Harry had no idea. Maybe they really enjoyed sweeping things up.

This led Harry to observing the people around him. There were many people to look at, the alley was packed. All of them were wearing different types of robes. One man was wearing a bright purple with pink polka dots. Harry spotted a girl his age with bright pink hair wearing simple black robes entering a shop that sold telescopes and other astronomy products. He also spotted a portly red haired woman buying products from an apothecary.

Hagrid led them through the mass of people to a giant white marbled building. It towered over the rest of the buildings in the alley. They walked up to the massive burnished bronze doors, beside the doors were two beings wearing scarlet and gold robes. Neither Harry nor Rose had ever seen anything quite like these two beings. They were short and dark-skinned hominids; that had very long fingers and feet, and one had a pointed beard. Rose turned to ask Hagrid what these creatures were, but Hagrid had already stopped and was turning to speak to them.

"Gringotts," Hagrid started with a gesture to the whit building behind him. "Gringotts Wizards' bank, yer parents left yah some money there. All wizards use Gringotts. Run by goblins it is. Yeah, that's a goblin. Yeh'd be mad ter rob it, I'll tell yey that. Never mess with goblins yah two. Gringotts is the safest place in the world fer anything yeh want ter keep safe – 'cept maybe Hogwarts. As a matter o' fact I gotta fetch somen fer Dumbledore. Hogwarts business. He usually gets me ter do important stuff fer him. Fetchin' you two – gettin' things from Gringotts – knows he can trust me, see."

"I'm sure you have lots of secrets than. Someone so trusted probably knows a lot." Harry idly commented.

"Course I do. Can't tell anyone though. It's secret and important stuff."

"Of course just like what we are doing today. Going to pick up that thing for Dumbledore from …?" Harry questioned, fishing for more information.

"Yeah picking up ther package from Nicholas Flamel. I shouldn't said that. Forget I said anythin."

"Of course Hagrid. Our little secret." Harry assured the giant as they made their way into Gringotts.

As they walked through the double bronze doors the goblins bowed them in. Upon entering the bank they came to a second set of doors that were silver and had words engrave upon them:

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 treasure there.

"Well that's only mildly ominous." Rose joked looking up at Hagrid to see if they were serious.

"Like I said, yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it."

They passed through these doors into a large marbled hallway, which was lined with long counters stretching along its length with doors leading off to the vault passageways with around a hundred goblins sitting at them. Hagrid lead them down the hall and to the nearest goblin that was free.

"Morning, "said Hagrid to a free goblin. "We've come ter take some money outta Mr. Harry Potter's safe."

"You have his key, Sir?"

"Got it here somewhere," said Hagrid, and he started emptying his pockets onto the counter, scattering a handful of moldy dog biscuits over the goblin's book of numbers. The goblin wrinkled his nose. Harry watched the goblin on their right weighing a pile of rubies as big as glowing coals.

"Got it," said Hagrid at last, holding up a tiny golden key. The goblin looked at it closely.

"That seems to be in order."

"An' I've also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore, "said Hagrid importantly, throwing out his chest. "It's about the YouKnow-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen."The goblin read the letter carefully.

"Very well," he said, handing it back to Hagrid, "I will have someone take you down to both vaults. Griphook!" Griphook was yet another goblin. Once Hagrid had crammed all the dog biscuits back inside his pockets, he and Harry followed Griphook toward one of the doors leading off the hall.

Since Harry already knew how to find out what was in the vault he didn't bother to ask. He and Rose simply followed behind the giant and the goblin quietly. Though he made a mental note to find out who had the key previously. Why? And to get it back.

They were led down a hall lit by torches to stop by some tracks. It was similar to a train stop. When Griphook stopped he whistled and a cart rolled to a stop in front of them. After entering the goblin warned them to keep their arms in the cart before it sped off down into the dark depths of Gringotts. It was a fast thrilling ride. Both Harry and Rose loved it, Rose was actually giggling with joy. It wasn't long before they came to a stop in front of Harry and Roses vault. Griphook took the key and opened it up. After the green smoke that was released upon opening it had dissipated Harry and Rose could finally see into their vault. There were tones of gold coins and silver and bronze. It was a small fortune, Harry and Rose would not have to worry about money anymore. Harry and Rose piled a ton of gold Galleons into two bags, one for each of them.

After they were finished they got back into the small cart. Griphook took them to vault 713. Harry was very curious to find out what was in the vault. What this Nicholas Flamel wanted Dumbledore to keep safe. What was so important it could not be trusted to Gringotts? Harry and Rose peered around Hagrid as the vault was opened. When they could finally see inside all they could see was a fist sized, lumpy package. They had to figure out what this was.

Twenty minutes later the twins exited Gringotts with a very green looking Hagrid. He suggested that they get their uniforms while he got a 'pick me up'. They entered a shop called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. They walked into the empty shop and were greeted by Madam Malkin. She was a squat witch dressed in red robes. She was extremely nice to the twins as she measured them for their school uniforms. Since she was not busy they were able to get measured and fitted rather quickly.

Hagrid met them outside Madam Malikn's when they were finished with two ice cream cones in his giant hands. Harry and Rose, over the next two hours, were able to get most of their supplies; they got their pewter size two cauldron, set of crystal phials, telescope, brass scales, quills, parchment. All Harry had to get left were his school books and his wand. Hagrid looked to be getting a little fidgety; apparently he did not plan on the twins taking as much time to gather their supplies as it did. Rose loved to shop so she spent longer than necessary in every store looking at everything that was in there. Harry acted similarly but his reasons were that everywhere he looked were items only heard about in stories. It was something else to see and touch things you once believed to be only imaginary.

"Hagrid do you have to be going?" Harry politely asked him after exiting the apothecary.

"Um…well I do need to er get this back ter Dumbledore. But..." Hagrid looked conflicted.

"We will be fine Hagrid." Rose assured him. "We got here fine on our own and we will be heading home by ourselves. You need to get back to Hogwarts, wouldn't want to disappoint Dumbledore."

"Righ, well if yer be all righ. I do have ter get this to Dumbledore."

"We will be fine Hagrid. It was nice meeting you and thank you for showing us around." And with that the twins were left alone.

"Let's go to the bookstore first. Flourish and Blotts?" suggested Rose as she looked around for the shop in question.

When she found the shop she was looking for she grabbed Harry's arm and began dragging him towards it. They entered the shop and were greeted with a surprising sight. It looked like any old muggle bookstore. There were shelves lined with books and walls lined with books. The only differences were the books themselves. There were books on how to curse your friends, books on invisibility, potions, defense and many more. Harry and Rose spent hours in the shop looking at as many books as they could. When they finally left there trunks were full of books. They got many more books than were on their lists, they got; some books on defense, another on Animagus training (which they found out later was on how to change into an animal), they found books on Legilimency and Occlumency, a book on the rise and fall of the dark arts, Hogwarts A History, Modern Magical History, as well as a book on invisibility.

The next and final shop they entered was Ollivander's Wand Shop. A bell rand as they entered the narrow and shabby shop. It surprised the twins that no one responded to the bell, no one came to great the customers. Harry reached out with senses to feel if any one was in the shop, he could sense an elderly man in the back of the shop finishing whatever he was working on. They looked around at the empty shop that had only one spindly chair, which Rose sat their purchases on or around. They looked at all the narrow boxes that were packed neatly right up to the ceiling.

"Good afternoon," came a voice from the shadows. Harry and Rose both looked to the spot were the voice came from. They could see a man standing there looking out at them. He was an old man with wide, pale eyes. "I knew I would be seeing you soon Harry Potter. You as well Rose potter. You have your mother's eyes Harry; you have your fathers Rose. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work. Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it - it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course. Let us begin."

They spent a long time searching for wands, Rose volunteered to go first. It took Ollivander forty five minutes to find her a wand. Her wand turned out to be ten and a half inches, willow and unicorn hair. When it came time to match Harry with his wand it turned out to be a monumental task. It took a considerable amount more time to match him with his wand than Rose. His wand turned out to be holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple.

"Well, well, well... How curious... How very curious... "He put Harry's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, "Curious... Curious... "

"Excuse me Mr Ollivander, but what is curious about my affinity to this wand?" asked Harry politely.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather - just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother why, its brother gave you that scar. Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember... I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter... After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things - terrible, yes, but great."

"Well, Hopefully I can live up to the expectations. But I do plan on doing many great things. Have a good day Mr Ollivander." Harry said over his shoulder as he left the store.

"So you're famous and people don't know I even exist." Rose muttered as they made their way through the crowds back to the Leaky Cauldron. They were stopped many times so people could shake his hand and give them their thanks. "It's annoying. You would think that at least heard of me. Or that there was another Potter child."

"Rose look at me." He stopped and pulled Rose in front of him. She looked up into his powerfully, sparkling green eyes. She loved her brother's eyes, they were so expressive. She could tell what his emotions he was feeling by looking into his eyes. He usually kept his emotions in check, his face stoic. But in his eyes she could see the love he had for her. "Who cares what these people think. One day we will rule them and every one will know your name. They will worship you, we will be gods. So let's go home."

"Thank you. I love you Harry."

"I love you too Rose."

It was an hour later when Harry and Rose finally got back to their apartment. Harry and Rose spent the rest of the week reading their textbooks and the other books the bought. They spent the rest of the summer break learning all they could from the text books and their muggle work. They did this all the way up to August 31st where they went to sleep wondering what tomorrow would bring.

A/N2: There it is the latest chapter. You will notice passages directly from the first book. I found it easier to do this than try to re word it. But the real reason was I wanted to show how the Harry in my story would handle similar situations. Hope you enjoyed this chapter the next should be out next week same time.

Next Week on The Beginning: Harry and Rose make their way to Kings Cross and ultimately onto the Hogwarts express. Follow them on their journey to the infamous Hogwarts and watch as they meet new allies, friends and future lovers.