NAYT doesn't own shit!


Harry woke up early the next morning. He refused to get up though. He had been having the most spectacular dream where a nutty geezer named Haggard...no, Hagrid came to him and said that he was a wizard. How impossible was that!

He heard a tap.

'That must be Aunt Petunia, waking me up to make breakfast for Dudley,' Harry thought sadly.

Tap tap!

"Alright!" Harry said as he rolled over and opened his eyes.

A small bird (Harry wasn't surprised that it was an owl) was tapping the window of the shack on the rock. Harry put on his glasses and opened the window and the owl flew in.

A small brown paper was attached to it's leg. Harry bent over and took the package from the small creature and rolled it open.

It was a newspaper, a very old fashioned one to say the least, but a newspaper all the same. It had August 18th in the top corner. Harry looked down at the main article and gasped.

Percy bolted upright. He looked around confused for a second. When his eyes fell on Harry, he remembered why he woke up and rushed over.

"What's this?" he asked after a hearty yawn.

"It's a newspaper-"

"Well, is it now,"

Harry glared at his brother, "Look at the pictures, Harry," Percy said, pointing at the paper.

Harry's eyes nearly popped out of his head! How had he not seen it before; the pictures moved! Very much like the cartoons that Dudley watched (Harry had never been allowed to watch them, but if he sat in the right place in the hall…). A rather chubby man was smiling at the camera. He stayed like this, with the occasional sway, for a few seconds and his mouth was moving like he was talking. He turned and walked out of camera shot.

Harry felt a small, sharp bite on his leg. The delivery owl was there, waiting impatiently, as if expecting something.

"Give it some money," came a sleep infused voice.

"Pardon?"

"It wants some money fer deliverin' the paper," said Hagrid, who was slightly more awake, as he shifted around on the sofa, "Yeh'll find some in meh pocket."

Percy walked over to the giant's coat which lay on the floor. He took some time finding some current in the coat. It seemed the ugly thing was only made up of pockets, and only Hagrid could possibly know what was in there. He saw Percy pull out a slug of some sort. His brother dropped it in surprise and quickly wiped his hand on Dudley's coat which was hung up on the wall.

Eventually, he found some coins. Percy turned their eight foot friend.

"Hagrid?" he asked, "What exactly should I give him?"

"Five knuts," Hagrid yawned, shaking the shack. Percy raised his eyebrow in question. Harry stood in fascination: what on earth was a knut?

Hagrid must have sensed their confusion. Either that or they spent too long in silence, "The lil' brown 'uns."

"Oh."

As soon as the bird had received its pay it fluttered its wings and took of out of the window into the clear morning sky after biting Harry's leg for good measure. The storm from the previous night had passed over, leaving a wonderful view of the ocean.

"Right!" Hagrid boomed, clapping his hands, "Anyone fer a sausage?"


~Flashback~


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

Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress.

Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards), Headmaster.

Harry looked up from his letter that Hagrid had given him. He couldn't believe it! Him, a wizard! No wonder Uncle Vernon, the normalest normal person in the history of normality, wouldn't let him read this. He turned to Percy, who had been reading it over his shoulder. His brother flashed him a grin.

"NO!" Uncle Vernon bellowed, red in the face (as usual), "I will not pay for a crackpot old fool to teach him magic tricks!"

Harry's uncle had apparently crossed the line. Hagrid raised his pink umbrella and pointed it menacingly at Vernon's pudgy face. Somehow, it was extremely intimidating.

"Never. Insult. Albus. Dumbledore. In front. Of me," thrusting the umbrella threateningly towards the fat man with every word.

Percy was bouncing with anticipation of what Hagrid would do: turn him into a rat, make his arms floppy, blast him with magic energy. Hagrid lifted his umbrella above his head, and swung it at Vernon.

At the last second, he turned his aim towards Dudley, who had sneaked away and was eating Harry's birthday cake. Sparks shot out of the end of the pink umbrella. The next thing that was seen was Dudley jumping around holding his bottom and howling like a dog.

Protruding from his fatty behind was a pig's tail.

Percy was doubling up from laughing so hard and Harry wasn't trying to hold back his laughter either. Mr and Mrs Dursley quickly shepherded their son upstairs, throwing fearful glances backwards at the giant. As they retreated, Percy yelled after them,

"Don't chat shit about wizards now, ya little bitch!" he continued to laugh loudly, as if he'd taken some really potent drugs (Don't do drugs, kids! Seriously though, don't). He sauntered over to his giant friend and raised his hand for a brofist.

"Permanent respect, man!" he laughed, as Hagrid uncertainly fistbumped the eleven year old.

"Just don' go roun' tellin' everyone, ok?" Hagrid said, letting out a small chuckle. The brothers nodded their agreement.

"Why not?" Percy inquired, intrigued.

"I was expelled…"

Harry quickly changed the subject, "Why did you give him a pigs' tail?"

Hagrid blushed, embarrassed, although it was impossible to tell through his bushy beard, "Well, I meant teh turn 'im completely into a pig, but I guess there wasn't much teh do,"

Percy laughed so hard, he fell asleep and crashed onto the floor. Harry let him be and chuckled softly.

"Oh, an' before I forget…" Hagrid said, as he started digging inside his multitude of pockets. He pulled a small, rather ruffled up tawny owl and a roll of parchment.

He began to scrawl a very untidy message onto the paper, and it took Harry a while to decipher it:

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Dear Professor Dumbledore,

Given Harry his letter

Going to get his stuff tomorrow

Weather's terrible. Hope you're well

Hagrid

P.S. Ran into Perseus Potter, alive and well, he's going with Harry to Hogwarts

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Hagrid rolled up the letter and tucked it into the small bird's beak. He picked the owl up and tossed him out of the window into the storm. He assured Harry that no harm would come to the bird.

"Time teh get some sleep, Harry," Hagrid said, sitting on the sofa, "Big day tomorrow."

Hagrid lent Harry his big coat which he had discarded earlier. It was quite soft on the outside so he pulled it over his body and used it as a duvet.

As Hagrid made himself comfortable on the couch, Harry's eyes began to close, knowing that his life had been changed forever.


Hagrid led the brothers out of the shack on the rock nine o'clock after a brilliant breakfast of sausage baps. After a small debate, they left a small note for the Dursley's explaining why they were gone and when they'd be back. The group clambered into the boat that was tied to a small post. Hagrid took up most of the space, so Percy was uncomfortably perched on Harry's lap in an awkward position.

Hagrid looked around guiltily, then tapped the boat twice with his umbrella. They promptly sped off towards the mainland.

"Could yeh keep that quiet as well too?" Hagrid asked, looking sheepish.

Percy put on a cheesy grin, "Keep what quiet Hagrid?" Hagrid heaved a hearty laugh as they zipped over the waves.

"Hold on a minute," Harry said, suddenly as a thought came to mind, "How did you get to us last night. There weren't any other boats."

"Flyin' motorbike," Hagrid said casually, as if he had taken a bus, "I sent it back to me home."

Harry's jaw dropped and he turned to his brother who had kept an amused smile throughout the affair, "And you're not surprised by this at all?"

"My dear Harry, we're wizards," Percy explained, "Magic exists; anything is possible!" Harry grinned at his brother and turned his attention to the rising hills on the horizon.


Later...


After getting off the boat, Hagrid led the trio down to London. They went to a nearby town and took a train to King's Cross, where they walked into the capital city of England. Many pedestrians gave the giant judgemental looks, which Hagrid ignored, but they continued with their daily routine.

As they walked through the crowded streets, Percy was looking through the required equipment needed for Hogwarts.

"Hagrid?" he asked, confused, "Where the bloody hell are we gonna find this shit? You're not exactly going to get these things from WHSmiths."

Harry glanced over his brother's shoulder and read the list:

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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

COURSE BOOKS

All first years 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 Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emetic Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Highwayt Scamander

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

OTHER EQUIPMENT

wand cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set

glass or crystal phials

telescope set

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

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"Can we find all of this in London?" Harry asked, admiring the list.

"If yeh know where ter look," Hagrid said simply.

"All of this black," Percy said, "Isn't it a bit too Nico?"

Harry turned to him, unsure of his words. It seemed that the confusion was mutual as Percy's face was contorted into one of deep thought.

"I meant gothic," he corrected, "I have no idea why I said Nico…"

Harry left his brother to his thoughts and immersed himself in his own. He had never met a Nico before in his life, so why did the name, along with the word 'goth', ring a very distant bell in his head?


Percy watched the people go by, off to work, late for school et cetera. Percy secretly envied these people, for they had one thing he didn't.

A normal life.

Orphaned at the young age of one, he was left to fend for himself. Homeless and without food, he starved for weeks until he found a reliable source of food.

Yep, at the age of one, Perseus Potter stole from a KFC.

He looked around at the passing shops, containing things he could only hope to get: the latest t-shirt, some cologne, maybe even some Jordans, event though he didn't really like the style.

"'Ere we are," Hagrid exclaimed as he stopped suddenly, bringing Perseus out of his thoughts as he smashed into the giant. Hagrid was beaming under his facial hair, as if he was proud of their destination, "The Leaky Cauldron. 'Tis a very famous place."

Percy glanced skeptically at his giant friend. If he hadn't have mentioned it, he wouldn't have noticed the grubby-looking pub, and he was looking in that general direction.

Percy looked at the pedestrians as they walked past. Their eyes flicked from a bookshop on one side of the pub to a record shop on the other.

It was almost as if it didn't exist for them.

He locked eyes with his brother saw that he was thinking the same. There was an unspoken message between the siblings, then they followed Hagrid into the Leaky Cauldron.


Inside the Pub...


It took Harry a few seconds for his eyes to adjust from the brightness of midday London to the darkness of the Leaky Cauldron.

It was fairly crowded: there was a man with a turban at the bar; two women at a table drinking whisky and smoking pipes.

The bartender immediately noticed Hagrid ('Not that it was hard not to,' Harry thought) and called over to him.

"Afternoon Hagrid," he called cheerfully, "The usual?"

"No thanks Tom," Hagrid replied, shaking his head, releasing some dandruff onto the boys, "I'm on official Hogwarts business." He gestured towards the brothers.

As soon as Tom's eyes landed on Harry, he froze.

"By my life," he gasped, "Harry Potter."

The pub went deadly silent. Everyone was looking at Harry. It was intimidating, all of those eyes looking at him. He shrunk back a bit.

Tom rushed out from behind the bar and grasped Harry's left hand. He shook it so hard, Harry gely like he was going to tear it off.

"It's such an honour!" he exclaimed, misty-eyed, "Welcome back Mr Potter!"

There was a collective scraping of chairs as everyone rushed forward to meet the boy.

A rather giddy old lady trotted up to meet him first. "Doris Crockford, Mr Potter. I'm so happy to see you at last."

"Oxford Adams," said a middle-aged man with thinning blond hair who was holding a book that said 'The

Boy Who Lived', "As a fellow half-blood, can you sign this for me?"

"Dedalus Diggle," said a man with a top hat and brown hair. He had a face that suggested youth and mischief.

"I know you!" Harry exclaimed, "You bowed to me in an Argos!"

Mr Diggle looked so ecstatic that he might've fainted at any moment. "He remembers!" he laughed merrily.

Whilst being bombarded by the population of the pub, Harry couldn't help Percy, who usually loved a good bit of attention, was hanging back and staying out of the spotlight. Normally, he would be next to his brother, shaking hands with everybody and telling them all of the great tales of Perseus Potter. Harry made a mental note to ask him later.


After meeting the barmy character of Professor Quirrell-his future Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher- who kept stammering and stuttering and was constantly shaking ("P-p-p-ple-pleasure t-t-t-to-to m-m-me-meet y-y-y-you-you P-P-P-Pot-Pot-Potter"), Harry and Percy followed Hagrid to the back of the pub, being stopped by Doris Crockford again ("You've got an admirer Hazza!" Percy had joked quietly) before entering a small room.

It was made out of bricks and had a few barrels of beer and other alcohols on the floor.

"Hagrid?" Harry asked, once they were out of sight from the bar area, "Why did all of those people know who I was?"

"Harry yer famous!" Hagrid boomed, "Yeh stopped the most evil wizard aroun'. When yeh was one! Now where's me bloody umbrella?" Hagrid began looking through his coat for his pink accessory. Harry turned around to talk to his brother about his quietness in the pub while he had the chance. He saw him searching behind a barrel of mead.

"Percy!" he hissed, "Stop snooping around,"

His brother grinned a shit-eating smile, "Look what I've found!"

He was holding a ball-point pen. It had a bronze colour and was much like any generic pen that could be bought from a stationary shop.

"This is a dope pen," he said, "I'm keeping this for school."

He flicked off the lid to check the ink.

And, as you do, it turned into a freaking sword.

It had a metre long bronze blade and had a powerful aura. It gave off a glow that brightened up the room. Luckily Hagrid did not notice as he was still looking for his umbrella. There was an inscription in the side of the leaf shaped blade that had Greek letters that read out:

Anaklusmos

"Riptide," the brothers translated imdry ft mediately. They both looked at each other in complete panic and confusion.

"Whassat?" Hagrid asked, having finally found his umbrella. Percy hastily slid the pen-sword across the floor into the corner before Hagrid could see it.

"Nothing," he said casually, his voice calm, but his eyes showed his panic.

'Not keeping the pen. No way José!' Percy telepathically said to Harry.

'Seconded,' he mentally replied.

Meanwhile, Hagrid had been tapping the back wall. After he had touched a few bricks. A hole appeared. Hagrid stepped back with a smug satisfaction on his face.

The hole kept expanding, getting bigger and bigger until an archway was formed that was at least ten feet high.

The scene beyond it made the magic sword fiasco disappear from the Potters' minds.

"Welcome ter Diagon Alley!"


Harry's two eyes were not enough to soak in the entirety of Diagon Alley. It was so colourful and all that Harry thought was that everywhere else would be dull by comparison.

"This place is freaking amazing," Percy gasped, his sea-green eyes wide open in astonishment.

"It's great isn't it?" Hagrid replied gazing around. Harry numbly nodded, awestruck by his surroundings.

They just stood there for a moment, lapping up the atmosphere as cloaked men and women walked past, busy doing errands.

"Firs' things firs'" Hagrid announced, snapping the boys out of their stupor, "We need ter get yeh some some money."

Hagrid began to stride down the street and the brothers had to jog to keep up. Passers-by nodded in recognition at the giant.

"Hagrid, what exactly is the currency of wizardry?" Percy asked, perplexed by the money he had handled earlier that morning.

"It's not too hard," Hagrid explained while the boys listened intently.

"There are knuts, sickles and galleons. There are twenty one knuts-"

"The little, bronze ones," Percy added, nodding his head.

"Yeh, well, twenty one knuts to a silver sickle, an' 17 sickles to a gold galleon."

"Who the fuck made up this?" Percy moaned, throwing his hands up into the air for dramatic effect, "This is fucked up! Why not 100 knuts to a sickle, huh? That would be soooooo much easier to remember."

"Must have been a nutty geezer and a half!" Harry laughed, impersonating his brother and taking some words from his very strange internal dictionary.

"You're a thief, Harry," Percy playfully scolded, "You stole the words right out of my mouth!"

The boys laughed as they continued their journey down the exciting road, and Percy's laughter distracted him from feeling a certain pen appear in his pocket.


Eventually, the group reached the end of the street. There stood a large, white building with pillars at the front. It rose high into the bright sky and was topped by a glass dome.

"Yer lookin' at Gringotts, lads," Hagrid said, "Safest place fer somethin' to be. Except maybe Hogwarts."

The party walked forwards towards the doors of the building. There was a plaque on the wall that had some writing on it.

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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.

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"Yeh would be mad ter try an' rob the place," Hagrid added as they looked at the passage.

"Indubitably," Percy nodded. Harry agreed. Who knows what could be found down there. The text made it sound like there were horrible monsters lurking in the bank. The trio made their way forward and opened the huge white doors.

The inside of the wizard bank was very big and very professional. Chandeliers hung down from the high ceiling, twinkling from the light that poured through the huge glass dome that they'd seen at the top of the building earlier. As they walked down a quartz path, employees worked on either side of them. All of them were tiny faced goblins with cruel eyes and pointed ears sat at desks making notes and weighing expensive jewels. Harry stared in awe at a ruby that a goblin on their right was weighing; it must have been as big as a football. Whoever owned that must have been stinking rich.

Soon they arrived at what seemed to be the reception. There was a high, marble desk that Harry couldn't see over, but was a little bit shorter than Hagrid, who could see over it easily. Percy jumped up, grabbed the edge of the desk and pulled himself up. He looked around like a meerkat and slammed his hand down on a small silver bell. A resonating ting echoed around the large hall.

Percy dropped down and yelled at the top of his voice,

"I'D LIKE TO MAKE A WITHDRAWAL PLEASE!"

A long, pointed nose appeared over the edge of the table. It was swiftly followed by the grotesque face of a goblin who was wearing small glasses. His beady eyes glared in disgust at Percy, who gave him a supposedly innocent smile. The goblin scowled at him before turning his attention to Hagrid.

"Which Vault?" came his snobby voice. Before Harry could say anything, Hagrid answered for him.

"Vault 613," he said. The goblin then asked him if he had a key.

"'Ang on, it's in 'ere somewhere…" Hagrid said, as he searched through his multitude of pockets. During the process he dumped some mouldy dog biscuits on the desk. The goblin scowled at it. Harry deduced that scowling was common thing with goblins and wondered if they ever smiled. Percy pulled himself up and sniffed the pile. He fell down and gagged at the horrible stench.

"Oh hell no!" he yelled, "Want a smell, Harry?"

Harry did the obvious thing, and politely refused.

"Ah, 'ere it is!" Hagrid bellowed in triumph, brandishing a golden key, which he passed to the goblin, who took it very gingerly, as if it was mouldy as well.

"I've also got a special request fer Dumbledore," he added in a low voice, giving the goblin a letter, which was opened, read and returned to Hagrid.

"It's about yeh-know-what in Vault yeh-know-which," Hagrid whispered. The goblin nodded.

"Very well," the goblin said sharply, "Griphook! Vault 613 and...that one."

A new goblin appeared. He looked even more cruel with a permanent scowl etched upon his ugly, little face, "This way," he barked as he gestured them through a door next to the main desk. Percy grinned and said goodbye to the receptionist, who grunted and got back to his work.

The area beyond the door that Griphook took them to was a dark cave, which completely contrasted the bright hall above. It seemed to be very deep and Harry could not see the bottom. A set of rails twisted through the underground cavern and there were many vault doors on the walls where there were balconies of rock that jutted out.

Griphook jumped onto a metal cart that rested on the rails in front of them.

Percy prodded it gently with his finger and it creaked horribly.

"Is this thing even safe?" Harry asked the goblin, shocked at the fragileness of the vehicle.

Griphook shrugged evilly, "Nobody's fallen off...yet," he said, deliberately drawing out the words to make him have second thoughts, but it was too late for that, Hagrid shepherded him on with a face that suggested that he was not too excited about the ride that was about to happen.

As soon as they had sat down in some rather uncomfortable seats, the cart set off at an incredibly fast speed. It raced around the corners and loops of the rickety track without slowing down.

"I don't think I like goblins too much, Hagrid," Harry managed to say through clenched teeth. He feared that should he have opened his mouth, he would surely bite off his own tongue.

"The feelin's mutual," Hagrid muttered, turning a lovely shade of green, "Yeh can trust a goblin with nothin'. Innit fer the gold, the greedy blighters."

On the other side of Harry, Percy was whooping and shouting. He had his arms raised above his head into the air (at the speed they were going, Harry was surprised that they weren't being ripped off) and was acting like a complete child.

So, no change there.

Eventually, they came to a stop, and Hagrid had to lean against the wall for support. Percy didn't get to the wall on time and fell flat on his face.

'Typical Perce,' Harry thought, rolling his eyes at his brother's antics.

During this, Griphook was stood patiently beside vault door 613.

"Key," he commanded, and Hagrid passed him the key from earlier. It took a few attempts as the nausea had not worn of yet. Griphook took it and inserted it into a small keyhole in the door. A couple of turns and then the door began to open.

Harry's eyes widened and his jaw dropped to the floor. He had been expecting a small pile of the currency, enough to get by on. However, inside there were heaps of gold, silver and bronze coins. Percy, in his excitement, ran around the large room, touching every knut and hugging every stack of galleons he could see.

"Yeh didn't think yer parents would leave yeh with nothin', did yeh?" Hagrid chuckled, as he pulled out two velvet pouches from one of his breast pockets.

Harry was in a trance. There was more money lying in front of him than Dudley had ever touched in his entire disappointing life.

And it was all his. And Percy's, too.

Hagrid had poured dozens of galleons into the small bags along with a few sickles and knuts.

"C'mon boys!" Hagrid called, as he walked back out of the vault. Percy's head popped out from a mountain of money in the middle of the room, sending a mini avalanche of coins down onto the floor. He climbed out and hurried back to the others, with more cash in his hands for him to spend.


After Griphook had locked up their vault and they had clambered by into the rusty cart, they sped off, with Griphook telling Hagrid that they could not go any slower and that there was only one speed. The cold air whipped through Harry's hair as they went deeper and deeper.

Five minutes of speeding, twisting and looping, they stopped at another door, but this one was more intricately design and did not have a keylock.

Griphook waddled forward and scraped his long, dirty fingernail against a groove in the door, and, with a series of clanks, it opened up slowly.

"If anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried ter do tha', they'd be sucked inside with no way ter get out," Hagrid informed them.

"How often do they check to see if anyone is inside?" Harry wondered aloud.

"Only once every ten years," Griphook said, with an evil grin. So clearly, goblins do smile, only when it's about dark things like people suffering, nice things like that.

When the door fully opened, Harry leant back instinctively, expecting a massive diamond or a horrible monster guarding a golden chest. But the vault was…empty. Apart from a tiny, grubby little package on the floor, which Hagrid scooped up and put in his pocket, there was nothing there. Hagrid glanced at the two disappointed brothers.

"Could yeh keep tha' a top secret?" Hagrid asked, "Strictly speakin' no one is s'posed ter know 'bout this."

"Certainly," Harry replied. Why did Hagrid want him to keep everything a secret?

"Also," he said, as they walked back to the cart, "could yeh not talk to me for a while. I'll probably puke in yer face."

"Yummy yum," Percy said sarcastically, as they boarded the cart for the last time.


One Hectic Ride Later...


They left the building and waited outside for a while for Hagrid to recover, as he had turned a horrific shade of white, which looked completely odd with his dark beard.

"Here comes the money!" Percy sang.

"What's that?" Harry asked, as he'd never heard that song before.

"Hmm? Oh, it's Shane O'Mac's the-" he froze mid-sentence

"What is it?" Harry asked. Percy's hand drifted to his pocket.

"That's not good," he muttered, eyes wide open. He retracted his hand from his pocket to reveal the pen that he had disposed of earlier in the Leaky Cauldron.

"How did yo-"

"I don't know," Percy exclaimed, "It was just there!"

"Get rid of it!"

"What if it comes back? What do I do then?" Percy said, scared. Harry had never seen him like this before.

"Keep it? I mean, what's wrong with having a sword handy, right?" Harry said trying to calm his brother. Percy nodded before throwing the pen onto the roof of the bank, where no one could possibly find it to return it to his pocket. Hagrid came out to meet them, having enough time to regain some colour in his face. He stopped momentarily, to make sure he had got the boys with him, and they went down the street.

Harry continued what he did as he walked towards the bank, and was gawping at the shops on either side. There was even a pet shop that sold all sorts of strange animals, including, unsurprisingly, owls.

Further down the road, there was a crowd of boys and girls, who were pressed against a display window, staring at what was there. Harry and Percy squeezed through them to see what had aroused such a big crowd.

There was a broomstick, sitting on a red pedestal with a spotlight on it. The shaft of the stick was a slick black and was polished to a shine. The twigs that protruded out of the back were neat and ended in a point.

"The Nimbus 2000!" a boy in the crowd exclaimed in awe.

"It's the fastest one yet!" another yelled.

"I want one so badly!" came a moan.

The brothers returned to Hagrid who was looking at the crowd with a smile.

"Broomsticks?" Harry asked.

"Why not?" Percy shrugged. His face morphed into a grin. Harry shuddered at the thought of Percy zooming around on a flying broomstick.

Their giant friend motioned them to carry on walking.

"Firs', yeh'll need to get yer clothes sorted," he spoke. They stopped in front of a shop that read 'Madam Malkins' Robes for all Occasions'

The door opened with a pretty ting. Inside, there were racks upon racks of different assortments of clothes. There were casual robes, black ones, blue ones and one rack that was labeled 'muggle clothes'. Hell, they even passed a pink robe!

Soon, they found an aging woman who had deep smile lines on her cheeks and around her eyes.

"Hello there, children," she said in a rather motherly tone, "New Hogwarts students? They've been pouring in all week. Hello Hagrid. I'm afraid you'll have to stay here. Care to look at the new robes?"

After showing Hagrid some oversized new coats, Madam Malkins directed the boys to a measuring room, where she took their measurements. After five minutes, she made to leave, but Percy paused her for a brief conversation. Eventually, she nodded and gave him an amused smile, and left the room.

"What did you talk to her about?" Harry asked, having not caught a word of the discussion.

"I just asked her to spice things up a bit. I'm not a massive fan of the boringness of the uniform," he explained. Typical. Leave it to Percy to not be normal.

Soon, another boy came into the room and sat opposite them. He had blond hair that was nearly white which was slicked back over his head. His posture suggested that he thought he had swagger. He looked at everything but the brothers, as if they weren't important. After a brief moment of awkwardness, Harry broke the ice.

"Hello," he said openly to the new boy. His head snapped towards them, as if he thought that they'd never even think about talking to him. He had a constant sneer on his face like he thought that he was better than everything else.

He looked the brothers up and down. "Hogwarts? Not surprised. Everybody is going to that stupid school. I wanted to go to a much better place in Europe called Durmstrang, but my mother forced me to stay in England."

"What house do you think you'll be in?" he asked, his voice cocky and stuck up. Harry was confused.

"Umm…"

"I'll probably be in Slytherin. All of my family has been and always will be," he drawled. Harry was started to not like this kid, "If I get put in Hufflepuff, I'd commit suicide. They're the most pointless group in the world."

Harry was confused. What on earth was Hufflepuff? Slytherin?

"It is stupid that first years can't play Quidditch. Stupid Dumbledore and his stupid rules. I've been practicing for years and I'm obviously good enough to-"

"Excuse me, mate," Percy interrupted with contempt, while the boy stared at him as if he couldn't believe someone would cut him off.

"Could you shut the fuck up?"

The boy turned red with anger, "How dare you!? Do you know who I am? I am Draco Malfoy!"

"And I couldn't give a shit!"

Fortunately, Madam Malkins appeared at the door and called for the brothers. As they followed the lady out of the room, Percy called the boy a wanker and flipped the bird at him.

"I must apologise for my actions, Madam Malkins," Percy said, as soon as they had gotten out of earshot of the boy, "That was rash of me, but he was getting on my nerves."

"There is no need to apologise, young one," the kind woman said, "I have no love for the Malfoys."

Harry laughed with his brother at the boy's misfortune.


After Madam Malkins had made sure their new uniforms fitted, they paid for her services. Percy paid twice as much as Harry did because of not only the improvements of his clothes, but also a tip for hospitality. Even so, they still had lots left to spend.

They met with Hagrid, who led them to the next shop, the bookstore, where they bought all of the necessary textbooks needed for the school year. Hagrid had stopped Harry and Percy from getting a book of curses they wanted to use on Dudley.

"But Hagrid," Percy whined, as he dragged them out of the store, "He deserves it!"

"I'm not saying that he doesn't," Hagrid said light-heartedly, "But I don't want yeh two ter stoop that low."

Over the course of the day, the trio went up and down the street, buying all of the necessary items for school. Though there were some times when Percy slowed the process down.

Even though it said 'pewter' on the list, Hagrid could not stop Percy from buying a collapsable, gold cauldron. Indeed, Percy was splashing the cash. He had a reason: he'd been homeless for ten years. Money is a rarity to the homeless. Most only dream to have as much cash as Percy did now.

By midday, they had nearly purchased everything on the list. There was only one thing remaining. The one thing that Harry was most excited about and, by the looks of it, Percy was excited about it too.

They walked down Diagon Alley for what seemed like the millionth time until they stopped in front of a small shop.

The sign was aged and cracked. Much like the Leaky Cauldron, unless it was pointed out, no one would notice it as it was dull; a contradiction to the rest of the street.

The tattered sign read 'Ollivander's: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC'

"If yeh want a wand," Hagrid said, looking nostalgic, "Ollivander's is the best place ter go. I got mah wand from 'ere too, before it was…" he trailed off.

"Yeh boys go inside an' buy yer wands. I need ter do somethings. Like gettin' yeh a present!" Hagrid bellowed.

"Oh Hagrid!" Harry protested, "You don't need to do that!"

"Nonsense!" Hagrid snorted, "Now go!" he shooed the boys inside the wand shop and then left to go elsewhere.

Inside were large shelves everywhere, reaching from the ceiling to floor, wall to wall. On these shelves were thousands of boxes of different colours and sizes.

Excluding this, there was a desk with a small bell (very much similar to the one at Gringotts and two chairs: one behind the desk and a plush one near the window, which had a wand displayed on a velvet pillow inside.

Nobody was in sight, nor was there a single sound. Harry made to ring the silver bell. However, as his hard was about to touch it, a bizarre looking man appeared around the corner.

He was obviously quite aged, as his face had plenty of wrinkles. He had silver hair that was wild and stuck out of his head as if he had been electrocuted. His eyes were plain creepy.

The irises were thick bands of pure silver colour, like he was analyzing everything in his sight.

"Bob?" Percy asked, a look of recognition on his face.

"No," replied the man, "My name is Ollivander. Not Bob."

"I'm sorry," Percy replied confused, with a voice that suggested that his focus wasn't in his apology, "You reminded me of someone…"

Ollivander gave Percy an odd glance, and turned his head to train his silver eyes on Harry. His eyes widened.

"I was wondering when the Boy Who Lived would come to my little shop," Ollivander said, smirking, "Who is your accomplice Mr Potter?"

"Oh, me?" Percy said innocently, "Just his supposedly dead brother."

Ollivander blinked twice, then stared at percy as if trying to bear a hole through him. Any other person would have reacted under his gaze, but Percy stared straight back at him.

"You're never someone I expected to see again here, Perseus Jackson," the wand maker said. After he said this, Percy doubled up and grasped his head, as if he was having a migraine. A few seconds later, he straightened himself up, albeit rather shakily.

"You both have your mother's eyes. I remember every person that I serve a wand to, you know. Your mother's wand was very good for charms: ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Seems like only yesterday…"

Suddenly, the white-haired man zipped away, searching through the library of wands, "Which is your wand arm, Potter?" he inquired, whilst looking into a peculiar red drawer.

"Right-" Harry replied.

"Left," Percy said at the same time. Harry looked at him in confusion.

"You're left handed?" Harry asked in surprise. Percy cocked an eyebrow.

"You didn't notice?"

"Hey, are you ok?" Harry asked his brother. His reaction to that name had not been in the slightest bit healthy.

"Yeah, just some weird memories. Don't worry about it," he said, as if he wasn't sure if he had said the right word.

Ollivander interrupted them by forcing a wand into Harry's hand.

"Beechwood and Dragon Heartstring. Nine inches. Give it a whirl!" Ollivander instructed.

Percy mimicked a swish next to Harry and made it look like he was trying to throttle his hand off of his wrist. Clearly, he had recovered from his episode earlier, or was hiding it very well.

Harry looked at his brother and flicked his hand. Instantly, Mr. Ollivander stole it from him.

"No, no!" he exclaimed, "Definitely not!" he boxed the wand and placed the box in Percy's hands. He gave a shorter wand to Harry which he pronounced as a seven inch unicorn hair wand made out of oak. Harry had barely touched when it had been ripped away from him and passed onto Percy. This process was repeated multiple times so that Percy was holding a pile of boxes bigger than himself, which he had to place on the floor to stop it from falling on him. Surprisingly, Ollivander was not getting angry at the length of the time it was taking to find Harry a wand. In fact, it was quite the contrary.

"I love a tricky customer," he grinned, "Makes it so much more interesting."

He paused, thinking, then walked to the back of the shop disappearing into the many shelves.

"Mmm...I wonder," came his thoughtful voice. He came back to the boys holding an old, brown box. The lid had been partially taken off, so the wand inside could be seen.

Ollivander passed the eleven inch wand to Harry gently, as if he had a prediction that this was the one. As soon as the wand touched his fingers, an electric shock ran through his body. He gave the wand a majestic flick and red sparks flew out of the wand, lighting up the shop. Percy gave him a trademark grin.

"Very interesting," Ollivander said, looking at him thoughtfully.

"It just so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand donated only one other feather," Ollivander said, glancing at him in the eye, "It is strange that you were destined to have this wand, when its brother gave you that scar."

Harry's hand immediately snapped up to his forehead out of instinct. Ollivander broke them out of their stupor by standing up straight abruptly. Harry would need to ask Hagrid about that later. There were too many things that he needed to know about.


If it took a long time for Ollivander to find Harry a wand, it took an eternity for Percy. Hundreds and hundreds of wands were stacked up and more were being brought to him. None of them seemed to be right. The names whizzed through Harry's head and came out of the other side as there were so many.

Even Ollivander was becoming agitated. Sure, he said that he liked a picky customer, but this was ridiculous. Half a goddamn hour.

Soon, Ollivander was looking at Percy suspiciously, trying to look into the boy. See if he was hiding something.

Eventually, he stopped.

"Is something wrong?" Percy asked from where he had been standing for a long time.

"You know, I've served so many people. Never has one of them entered my shop already in possession of a wand," Ollivander scowled.

Percy's hand snuck down to his pocket as his eyes widened. Sure enough, his hand came back out with the one and only bronze pen.

"For fuck's sake," Percy yelled, "Listen, sir, this isn't a wand."

Ollivander's eyes bugged out of his head, "It is, boy! Why, if I'm not mistaken, that is the wand of the legendary Ignotus Peverell!"

He snatched it from Percy's hand.

"That's rude," Percy pouted. Ollivander inspected it and twisted it in his grasp. Soon, he found a switch on the side of the pen. He pushed it forward, and the pen changed again. This time, instead of a sword, it turned into a wand.

It was black with a red tinge to it, giving it a pleasing colour. A wave pattern was engraved down the side and flowed down to the tip of the wand. Its grip was exactly the same as the sword they'd seen earlier.

Percy held it and swished it. Similar to what happened to Harry, light burst out of the end of the wand. However, these sparks were much brighter and were much more excited than the ones that Harry had created.

"It works perfectly with you, but that was meant for Ignotus," Ollivander wondered out loud, "Where did you find this? It has been lost since Ignotus died."

"Uh, I found it near a barrel of beer," Percy replied sheepishly, "One question. Was he an alcoholic?"

Harry covered his laughter with a cough.

"However you may have found it, you have a powerful wand in your possession Perseus. Do not misuse it." Ollivander warned. The bell on the door rang and Hagrid walked in.

"Ah, just finished 'ave yeh? That's good." Hagrid said.

"Anyone fer a drink?"


Hagrid took them outside, away from Ollivander. Instantly, the mood became much less awkward. Hagrid, after the boys showed him their wands, gave them the presents he had bought for them.

He had purchased the brothers owls from the pet shop on the other side of the street. For Harry, he had bought a female, snowy white owl. Percy received a pitch black owl with piercing green eyes. Both species were rare to find and were quite expensive, but Hagrid had been adamant that he pay for it all. He explained that owls, as well as being awesome pets, could deliver mail. With owls of their size, they could take the siblings' packages and letters anywhere in the world.

As they now had all of the things they needed, Hagrid took them back to the Leaky Cauldron and treated them to a drink. The pub was nearly deserted compared to when they had visited nearly six hours ago. Tom the bartender was shining a beer glass and an old man sat in the corner, silently sipping on some mead.

Hagrid ordered a tankard of mead while the boys had to settle with water. They sat down near the wall and drank their drinks quietly.

"Hagrid," Harry said breaking the silence, "Why did everyone know who I was? What did I do?"

Hagrid set down his mug, "It may sound stupid, but it's because yeh lived. When you was one, a dark wizard named...named…"

Hagrid glanced around, "Fuck it," he whispered, "he was called Voldemort." he shivered, as if the word was cursed.

"He was a dark wizard, as dark as yeh can find. He had his goals, an' killed anyone who got in his way." At this, Harry and Percy saw a green flash in their minds, though Percy's vision was a lot more violent.

"He came into yer house, and killed yer parents, and supposedly killed yeh as well, Perce," he said, pointing at Perseus.

"But somehow, he couldn't kill yeh, and he killed himself in the progress. Yeh saved a lot of people. I was the one who saved yeh from the wreckage of yer house. Everyone else had gone."

Silent tears streamed down the brothers faces as memories sped through their heads.

Percy quickly composed himself as Harry wiped away his tears, "Do you know where the loo is?"

Hagrid was knocked out of his reverie, "Yeh, first door on the left,"

As Percy walked away, he was lost in thought. His life was too full of secrets, too many things he didn't understand. Why was he spared whilst his innocent parents perished? Why was there no sign of Percy at the wreckage? He was so confused.

His mind ached with discomfort, so he grabbed Hagrid's tankard and took a swig of his alcohol.

"Jesus fucking Christ! That burns!"


I wanted to finish this by Christmas. Oh well.

I have a couple of reasons for not doing this very quickly. I lost my electronic devices quite a few times, so I started writing it down properly, which took forever. I also got friendzoned badly (sorry if you're reading this) which was some emotional stress which stopped me writing.

As always, Favourite and Follow (If you want) and please, please, please review. It gives me more motivation than you think (canadiandemigod made me so giddy, cheers mate)

Until next time,

NAYT signing off.