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Although Harry could no longer remember anything from his old world, and felt as though he was going to Hogwarts for the first time, he was now in his new world, and his story was now beginning.


He could not believe his luck right now. Just hours ago, Harry was lying on the floor of a dank old cabin out on a small island during a vicious storm. Now here he was, being escorted through a place called Diagon Alley by a half-giant by the name of Hagrid. The two of them were busy purchasing supplies that Harry would need for attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

They had already been to Gringotts Wizard Bank and Hagrid decided that a good first place to start was Madame Malkins' Robes for All Occasions.

Unfortunately for Hagrid, the cart ride at Gringotts left him feeling a bit ill and he longed for a quick pick-me-up at the Leaky Cauldron. That said, he excused himself for a little while to go do this, leaving Harry to go into the robes shop alone.

Seconds after entering the shop, he was greeted by a squat woman in mauve who was seemingly the owner of the shop.

"Hogwarts, dear?" she asked Harry.

"Yes," Harry answered, feeling slightly nervous.

"Excellent," Madame Malkins said. "We actually have two other kids being fitted for Hogwarts robes right now as we speak."

Harry looked in the direction of the back room and saw that there were indeed two other kids there. One of them was a boy with short platinum-blond hair and the other was a girl with long silvery-blonde hair that was tied into a ponytail.

Madame Malkins brought Harry into the room and set him up on a stool between the two of them before proceeding to get to work on him. Things were silent for a few seconds until Harry heard a hello come from his left. He looked and saw that it was the boy.

"Hogwarts too?" the boy then asked.

"Yes," Harry answered before turning to the other kid, who was looking back at him almost expectantly. Aside from her hair, she had big deep blue eyes and a gorgeous face. He felt his voice catch in his throat.

"'Ello," she said in a sweet French accent.