Chapter 4: Diagon Ally

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Pypper awoke a few minutes later, staring up at four concerned faces. "Move!" She yelled, and got up from the hard ground. "I'm fine let's go………where are we? This is NOT what I expected."

"We are outside of The Leaky Cauldron, the wizard restaurant or…. pub. Let's go on in," Mr. Potter explained, and started to walk toward an old building with a large CLOSED sign on the door.

"I-I don't think we can go in there," Pypper hesitated to speak, because, well, it was England for goodness sake!! "It says CLOSED on the door. We shouldn't go in."

"Well, it's a wizard pub. What do you expect, it to say, "Wizards are Welcome?" Muggles don't know about wizards. We are hidden form the normal world. Now, let's go. We don't have all day, you know. You'll be back in a few weeks." He disappeared into the ragged old building. Pypper, Matt and Nik shrugged and followed Mr. Potter and Mr. Wealsey. The busy people on the streets of England didn't even notice the three kids enter a new world.

"Hello Harry, hello Ron, something to drink?" A deep voice asked as they appeared into the dingy dirty pub.

"No thanks Tom, Hogwarts business today, maybe another time," Ron explained and waltzed out of the small pub. Harry indicated to the children to follow Ron.

"This is dumb, dead end! Let's go back. You were all wrong! How'd ya get lost in your own city?" Matt asked frantically.

"No, no, no. Let me see here..." Mr. Potter's voice trailed off as he concentrated on hitting certain bricks on the wall.

"This man is crazy!!! Why are we standing here like idiots? I knew he was nuts right from the beginning. Come on, Pypper!" Matt yelled and grasped Pypper arm as he started to walk toward the Leaky Cauldron again.

"Wait, look," Pypper said, in a trance as the bricks danced around, forming an archway. "Let's go, this has to be it."

"Welcome, to Diagon Ally. You will buy all of your supplies here. Now, let's get to work, huh?" Mr. Weasley said, turned on his heels, and skipped up the steep steps toward Gringotts. "Come on, follow me, we're going to Gringotts, the wizard bank." Pypper hesitantly followed Mr. Weasley along with Nik. Mr. Potter persuaded Matt to trail along also.

"Good morning," Mr. Weasley said brightly to the goblin. "Vault 432, please."

"Key?" The goblin asked impatiently.

"Right here."

"We'll be with you in a minute."

"What are those horrid creatures?" Pypper asked incredulously.

"Goblins. Gringotts is said to be the best place to hide something. Besides Hogwarts of course," Mr. Weasley explained with great authority.

"You sound just like Hagrid when he first brought me to Hogwarts," Mr. Potter laughed, stepping into an unstable boat.

"Wait," Pypper said. "Hogwarts is the wizard school. Does that mean it's extremely safe?"

"You catch on quickly, Pypper," Mr. Potter observed. Pypper beamed as her eyes slid down the aisles of vaults. 428, 429, 430, 431, 43, here it is! I wonder if they are hiding anything in that vault.

Mr. Potter jumped out of the small vault, and disappeared inside the room. Pypper tried to peek inside, but the door was closed. A few minutes later, he reappeared with a few bags few of… gold? Mr. Weasley saw her confused face and explained.

"We use gold. It's not exactly light, but I'd rather be weighed down than not have any money at all." Pypper got the inkling that he knew the feeling. They left Gringotts and walked into the bright streets of Diagon Alley.

"Wow." Pypper breathed. "This is amazing."

"Don't forget to breathe," Nik reminded her. She smiled, still mesmerized by the beautiful sight of people hustling and bustling around. They started toward Flourish and Blotts, the bookstore. They passed a few girls about Pypper's age that looked at her and her brothers a little odd, but Pypper hadn't the slightest clue why. They were the one's dressed funny. After stops at a few more amazingly breathtaking stores, they went to Ollivander's, the wand shop. Pypper saw a frail old man behind the counter with tons of small long boxes accompanying him. Her eyes grew wide.

"Welcome to Ollivander's, Pypper. This is where you'll buy your wand." Mr. Potter walked up to the counter. "Hello Mr. Ollivander. This is Pypper Lonare, a muggle-born. What kind of wands do you have in store for us?"

Mr. Ollivander frowned at Pypper and went to pick out one of the thousands of wands. "11 inches, hippogriff feather. Go on, give it a wave." Pypper, not sure of what to do, gave it wave. Immediately the room lit up. "That's the one. 15 galleons please." Mr. Potter handed him the money and they left the shop. Pypper was amazed at her new wand. She wanted to wave it around, but Mr. Weasley prohibited her.

"Don't play with your wand, Pypper. You may only use it at Hogwarts. Until then, lock it away so you don't have the urge to play with it." Pypper sighed but put it in her pocket. "Do you want to go to get ice cream? It's on us," Mr. Weasley asked.

"Uh, sure. Is it far away?" Pypper asked.

"Nope, just down the street. Let's go." They set off to the ice cream shop Pypper gazing at her new wand. As they were entering the quaint shop, Mr. Potter said, "Hello, Malfoy."

"What are you doing here? Muggles aren't allowed in the magical world. Oh, and how's that Mudblood wife of yours?" He replied snidely. Mr. Potter ignored Malfoy and whisked the three children into the shop.

"What would you like? Chocolate, vanilla?" All five of them ordered chocolate cones and they squished themselves into a booth. "What did you think about Diagon Ally?" Mr. Potter asked Pypper.

"It's absolutely amazing! I love it!" She answered.

"That's great, but we have to take you home. On September 1st, one of us will take you to King's Cross Station, but then we'll have to go from there. Okay, let's get you back home." With a loud crack, they were back in the Lonare's living room. Pypper turned around to thank the men, but they were already gone.

"Wasn't that amazing?" Pypper asked her brothers. They looked at each other, shifting from foot to foot. Nik answered first.

"We don't really like it there."

"Yeah, I don't think you should go," Matt chimed in. Pypper looked at them but them bound into the kitchen a second later. She didn't care what they thought.

"Mom, dad, we're HOME!" Her parents gave turned around and hugged her for what seemed like hours. Once they pulled apart, Pypper started to tell them about her day, but they interrupted her.

"Pypper, next week we're going to Mount Rushmore!"

"What?" She asked, totally confused. They couldn't be going to Mount Rushmore! She was a witch! Withes don't go to Mount Rushmore.

Ok, so what do you think? It's not my best writing, but it's not horrible. If you want, please review. Thanks,

Tarryie (AwP)