Harry Potter and the Hall of Memories
A/N: Hell all and thanks a bunch for all of your reviews. I hope that you like this part
as much as you liked my 1st part. Far out, it's annoying typing in Notepad. Oh well, c'est
la vie! So, here's the story that you all requested.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of his friends, Hogwarts, all that I think is mine is
the plot.
Harry Potter and the Hall of Memories part 2
The next day went far too fast for Harry's liking. Not only would he have to be with his
cousin for the whole day, but he would have to take him to Diagon Alley, and who knows
what might happen to him there? "Oh well," he sighed, and began to make a list of what
he would be needing and where to get them from.
"Lets see... ummm.. The Intermediate book of spells (grade 5) Intermediate Defence against
the Dark Arts, The Sky and the Stars, Intermediate Transfiguration, Potions and Antidotes,
Wild magical plants, and how to handle and A History of Magic 5 I can get from Flourish
and Blotts, ummm, a standard size 4 cauldron.... Why do we need that?" He thought, then
"Well, ummm, I suppose I'll have to go to the caldron shop for that. Ok, so, I'll need to
visit the Apothecary for some new potion ingredients, and that should be it." Then, all
of a sudden, he saw Dudley standing at his door, listing to his every word.
"Yes?" Harry asked, surprised and shocked at Dudley be voluntarily near him.
"What utter nonsense are you talking about?" He asked, then invited himself into Harry's,
well, his 2nd bedroom.
"What on Earth are you talking about, Dudley?" Harry said, as he was shocked that Dudley
was in his bedroom.
"Well, a 4 cauldron, or something, and all of those books. Where are you going, to a mad
house or something?!" He said, laughing at his own joke.
"Dudley, is you don't leave, then I'll get Sirus to come over and turn you into a frog,
or a beetle or something, so I can stand on you."
Dudley looked very shocked at this, and started spluttering "what? You wouldn't dare!"
"Look, it's bad enough that I have to spend an entire day with you tomorrow, but I have to
take you to the only place that I can get away from you." With that, Dudley got up and
left the room, a great big sag in the bed where he was sitting.
*
Harry woke up at 5 am the next morning, and was sorely tempted to wake up Dudley, telling
him that we need an early start. But, once a bit of thought was put into it, he decided
the only way he was going to survive was by keeping Dudley as 'happy' as possible. So, he
went downstairs to breakfast at 6 am, and was surprised to see the Dursley's actually
awake.
"What time are we leaving?" he asked, wondering how long he had to get ready.
"At about 11, and you'd better be ready." Uncle Vernon said, though bitterly.
"Ok." and he hurried a bowl of cereal. (he wouldn't touch the toaster.) Then, he got up
and went into his room. There, he sent Hedwig out with a note to Ron.
Hey Ron.
I'm going into Diagon Alley today. My Uncle is making me take Dudley with me! I
can't believe that! Oh well, I might see you in there, if not, I'll see you on the Hogwarts
Express.
See you later!
Harry.
As he was watching Hedwig fly out and into the sky, he wished that he had two Owls' for
times like this, as he would have liked to written to Hermione as well. But, he only had
one Owl, so, Hermione would have to wait. He would write to her that evening.
So, 11 o'clock rolled around and the Dursley's and Harry were in the car, going into
London. When they go there, Aunt Petunia gave Dudley a big hug and 20 pounds. (A/N: sorry,
I'm Australian, and the currency here is in dollars. So, I'm not sure if 20 pounds is
much :O))
"There you go Dudley. Hope that's enough." Aunt Petunia said, and Uncle Vernon soon cut
across her.
"What can you buy for 20 pounds there, boy?" He shot at Harry.
"Umm, I'm not sure." He lied quickly. True, he didn't know how much a pound was worth
in the wizarding world, but he wasn't going to let Dudley buy much while they were there.
"Ok. Well, better be off, gotta find the entrance." Harry said, trying to scare the
Dursley's, especially Dudley.
"Wh-What?" Dudley stuttered. "You don't' know how to get to that freak place?"
"Oh, yea I do, it'll just take a bit of looking. Oh well, best be off. Com on, Dudley!"
And with that, they were off. Harry started walking towards the Leaky Cauldron, a tiny,
grubby looking pub, that was apparently famous. They entered, Dudley earning a lot of
stares, but no one questioned him. Harry pulled out his wand and went three up, two
across, and tapped the wall three times.
"What are you doing that for?" Dudley hounded.
"You'll see." Harry replied, and soon enough, the wall opened into the large archway
that went into Diagon Alley.
"Is this it?" Dudley asked in amazement.
"Yes. Lets see, we'll need to go to Gringotts first." Then, seeing the look on Dudley's
face, "The bank, in other words."
So, they walked to Gringotts, and Harry saw Dudley's mouth drop. Harry thought it looked
difficult as he had so many chins.
"Why are we at a bank?" Dudley asked, and then sniped, "You don't have any money."
Harry chose to ignore this, and went up to the counter and asked for the vault that his
key opened. The Goblin took them into a cart, and then saw Dudley, got him his own cart
and attached it to the end of the one he and Harry would be riding in. They went down at
breath taking speed, and once the safe was opened, Harry was satisfied with the look
on Dudley's face.
"Wh-wh-who's iiiiis that?" He squeaked out.
"Mine. Well, my parents left it for me." Then, they left if for me, anyway."
"Ohh. Ok."
When they got back up to the counter, Harry took Dudley's 20 pounds and changed it into
3 Galleons, 13 silver Sickles and 20 Knuts, then gave it to Dudley.
"What is this?" he asked, looking at the little coins.
"That's our money," he explained. "I'm hungry. Let's go and have lunch."
Harry only said this to get Dudley's mind away from the money he used to have, and what
had now. And, he was feeling a little hungry.
Half an hour later they had eaten lunch, and Harry had taunted Dudley with the large ice-
cream that he had bought himself while Dudley was looking at a shop window.
"Where did you get that from? I didn't know there was ice-cream here!"
"Ohh, Dudley, as much as I would like to let you buy one, what would Aunt Petunia say? I
mean, this isn't part of you diet, is it?" Then, he went into the book shop with a
spluttering Dudley following him. When he got there, he told the shopkeeper what he
needed, bought them, and went out of the shop. Then, he realised that Dudley hadn't
followed him out. He turned around and pulled him out: he was looking at a love spell
book.
"Look, Dudley, you couldn't make any of those work if you tried!" He told Dudley, who
stormed out in a huff. Harry bought some more potions ingredients, and a new cauldron,
then, as they were about to leave, Harry saw Dudley looking around, as if he was trying
to find someone.
"Dudley, who are you looking for?" His question was answered immediately, because Dudley
had a look of Triumph on his face. Harry whirled around and saw Pansy Parkinson, one of
his least favourite Slytherins, walking towards Dudley.
"Hhhhhhelllllo, Pansy." Dudley said, but it didn't sound like Dudley, it sounded like he
was a lot older. And, Harry noticed, his eyes looked different. Not mean and hollow like
normal, but soft, and caring. Pansy took one look at Harry and started to turn around.
"Pansy! Wait! Where are you going?" Dudley asked, and Pansy replied
"Dudley, your related to, well, him." And she shot a nasty glance at Harry.
"But, that doesn't make anything between us different, does it?" Dudley said.
Suddenly, Harry worked it out. Dudley had been writing to Pansy through the school year,
and they decided to meet here today. Now that they had, Harry decided that it was time to
go. Also, he was beginning to feel sick.
"Come on, let's go Dudley."
"NO." Dudley said, then said, "I'm not going anywhere."
"Then I'll leave you here." Harry said, getting sick of hearing Dudley's voice.
"What are you going to do, kill me like you did that Cedric guy? I know all about that
little mishap."
Suddenly, Harry felt an enormous pang of guilt. Yes, it was true that Cedric had died
the previous year, but it hadn't been anyone's fault. Well, except for Lord Voldemort.
"How dare you! How dare you say something like that to me?!" Harry found himself yelling,
and feeling as though he was about to start crying, he turned around and exited to the
Leaky Cauldron. But, before he had the chance to seal it up, Dudley came through, and ran
out of the door, and into the muggle street. Harry hurried after him, and found himself
running into Uncle Vernon, who was wearing a frown unlike anything Harry had ever seen
on his face.
"Car. Now." And one long car trip later, they were back at 4 Privet Drive.
A/N: Well, I sorta lied at the end of my last story, because Harry didn't have his
birthday in this part, but I promise that he will next part. Harry will have another
completely ignored birthday from the Dursley's, and he will be on the Hogwarts express,
going to school when an awful truth rears its ugly head. I'm not sure when I'll have the
time to write the next part, seeing as I start school tomorrow. Oh well, I'll manage. But,
remember, the more reviews, the faster the story ::hint hint hint::
Mystical me.
A/N: Hell all and thanks a bunch for all of your reviews. I hope that you like this part
as much as you liked my 1st part. Far out, it's annoying typing in Notepad. Oh well, c'est
la vie! So, here's the story that you all requested.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of his friends, Hogwarts, all that I think is mine is
the plot.
Harry Potter and the Hall of Memories part 2
The next day went far too fast for Harry's liking. Not only would he have to be with his
cousin for the whole day, but he would have to take him to Diagon Alley, and who knows
what might happen to him there? "Oh well," he sighed, and began to make a list of what
he would be needing and where to get them from.
"Lets see... ummm.. The Intermediate book of spells (grade 5) Intermediate Defence against
the Dark Arts, The Sky and the Stars, Intermediate Transfiguration, Potions and Antidotes,
Wild magical plants, and how to handle and A History of Magic 5 I can get from Flourish
and Blotts, ummm, a standard size 4 cauldron.... Why do we need that?" He thought, then
"Well, ummm, I suppose I'll have to go to the caldron shop for that. Ok, so, I'll need to
visit the Apothecary for some new potion ingredients, and that should be it." Then, all
of a sudden, he saw Dudley standing at his door, listing to his every word.
"Yes?" Harry asked, surprised and shocked at Dudley be voluntarily near him.
"What utter nonsense are you talking about?" He asked, then invited himself into Harry's,
well, his 2nd bedroom.
"What on Earth are you talking about, Dudley?" Harry said, as he was shocked that Dudley
was in his bedroom.
"Well, a 4 cauldron, or something, and all of those books. Where are you going, to a mad
house or something?!" He said, laughing at his own joke.
"Dudley, is you don't leave, then I'll get Sirus to come over and turn you into a frog,
or a beetle or something, so I can stand on you."
Dudley looked very shocked at this, and started spluttering "what? You wouldn't dare!"
"Look, it's bad enough that I have to spend an entire day with you tomorrow, but I have to
take you to the only place that I can get away from you." With that, Dudley got up and
left the room, a great big sag in the bed where he was sitting.
*
Harry woke up at 5 am the next morning, and was sorely tempted to wake up Dudley, telling
him that we need an early start. But, once a bit of thought was put into it, he decided
the only way he was going to survive was by keeping Dudley as 'happy' as possible. So, he
went downstairs to breakfast at 6 am, and was surprised to see the Dursley's actually
awake.
"What time are we leaving?" he asked, wondering how long he had to get ready.
"At about 11, and you'd better be ready." Uncle Vernon said, though bitterly.
"Ok." and he hurried a bowl of cereal. (he wouldn't touch the toaster.) Then, he got up
and went into his room. There, he sent Hedwig out with a note to Ron.
Hey Ron.
I'm going into Diagon Alley today. My Uncle is making me take Dudley with me! I
can't believe that! Oh well, I might see you in there, if not, I'll see you on the Hogwarts
Express.
See you later!
Harry.
As he was watching Hedwig fly out and into the sky, he wished that he had two Owls' for
times like this, as he would have liked to written to Hermione as well. But, he only had
one Owl, so, Hermione would have to wait. He would write to her that evening.
So, 11 o'clock rolled around and the Dursley's and Harry were in the car, going into
London. When they go there, Aunt Petunia gave Dudley a big hug and 20 pounds. (A/N: sorry,
I'm Australian, and the currency here is in dollars. So, I'm not sure if 20 pounds is
much :O))
"There you go Dudley. Hope that's enough." Aunt Petunia said, and Uncle Vernon soon cut
across her.
"What can you buy for 20 pounds there, boy?" He shot at Harry.
"Umm, I'm not sure." He lied quickly. True, he didn't know how much a pound was worth
in the wizarding world, but he wasn't going to let Dudley buy much while they were there.
"Ok. Well, better be off, gotta find the entrance." Harry said, trying to scare the
Dursley's, especially Dudley.
"Wh-What?" Dudley stuttered. "You don't' know how to get to that freak place?"
"Oh, yea I do, it'll just take a bit of looking. Oh well, best be off. Com on, Dudley!"
And with that, they were off. Harry started walking towards the Leaky Cauldron, a tiny,
grubby looking pub, that was apparently famous. They entered, Dudley earning a lot of
stares, but no one questioned him. Harry pulled out his wand and went three up, two
across, and tapped the wall three times.
"What are you doing that for?" Dudley hounded.
"You'll see." Harry replied, and soon enough, the wall opened into the large archway
that went into Diagon Alley.
"Is this it?" Dudley asked in amazement.
"Yes. Lets see, we'll need to go to Gringotts first." Then, seeing the look on Dudley's
face, "The bank, in other words."
So, they walked to Gringotts, and Harry saw Dudley's mouth drop. Harry thought it looked
difficult as he had so many chins.
"Why are we at a bank?" Dudley asked, and then sniped, "You don't have any money."
Harry chose to ignore this, and went up to the counter and asked for the vault that his
key opened. The Goblin took them into a cart, and then saw Dudley, got him his own cart
and attached it to the end of the one he and Harry would be riding in. They went down at
breath taking speed, and once the safe was opened, Harry was satisfied with the look
on Dudley's face.
"Wh-wh-who's iiiiis that?" He squeaked out.
"Mine. Well, my parents left it for me." Then, they left if for me, anyway."
"Ohh. Ok."
When they got back up to the counter, Harry took Dudley's 20 pounds and changed it into
3 Galleons, 13 silver Sickles and 20 Knuts, then gave it to Dudley.
"What is this?" he asked, looking at the little coins.
"That's our money," he explained. "I'm hungry. Let's go and have lunch."
Harry only said this to get Dudley's mind away from the money he used to have, and what
had now. And, he was feeling a little hungry.
Half an hour later they had eaten lunch, and Harry had taunted Dudley with the large ice-
cream that he had bought himself while Dudley was looking at a shop window.
"Where did you get that from? I didn't know there was ice-cream here!"
"Ohh, Dudley, as much as I would like to let you buy one, what would Aunt Petunia say? I
mean, this isn't part of you diet, is it?" Then, he went into the book shop with a
spluttering Dudley following him. When he got there, he told the shopkeeper what he
needed, bought them, and went out of the shop. Then, he realised that Dudley hadn't
followed him out. He turned around and pulled him out: he was looking at a love spell
book.
"Look, Dudley, you couldn't make any of those work if you tried!" He told Dudley, who
stormed out in a huff. Harry bought some more potions ingredients, and a new cauldron,
then, as they were about to leave, Harry saw Dudley looking around, as if he was trying
to find someone.
"Dudley, who are you looking for?" His question was answered immediately, because Dudley
had a look of Triumph on his face. Harry whirled around and saw Pansy Parkinson, one of
his least favourite Slytherins, walking towards Dudley.
"Hhhhhhelllllo, Pansy." Dudley said, but it didn't sound like Dudley, it sounded like he
was a lot older. And, Harry noticed, his eyes looked different. Not mean and hollow like
normal, but soft, and caring. Pansy took one look at Harry and started to turn around.
"Pansy! Wait! Where are you going?" Dudley asked, and Pansy replied
"Dudley, your related to, well, him." And she shot a nasty glance at Harry.
"But, that doesn't make anything between us different, does it?" Dudley said.
Suddenly, Harry worked it out. Dudley had been writing to Pansy through the school year,
and they decided to meet here today. Now that they had, Harry decided that it was time to
go. Also, he was beginning to feel sick.
"Come on, let's go Dudley."
"NO." Dudley said, then said, "I'm not going anywhere."
"Then I'll leave you here." Harry said, getting sick of hearing Dudley's voice.
"What are you going to do, kill me like you did that Cedric guy? I know all about that
little mishap."
Suddenly, Harry felt an enormous pang of guilt. Yes, it was true that Cedric had died
the previous year, but it hadn't been anyone's fault. Well, except for Lord Voldemort.
"How dare you! How dare you say something like that to me?!" Harry found himself yelling,
and feeling as though he was about to start crying, he turned around and exited to the
Leaky Cauldron. But, before he had the chance to seal it up, Dudley came through, and ran
out of the door, and into the muggle street. Harry hurried after him, and found himself
running into Uncle Vernon, who was wearing a frown unlike anything Harry had ever seen
on his face.
"Car. Now." And one long car trip later, they were back at 4 Privet Drive.
A/N: Well, I sorta lied at the end of my last story, because Harry didn't have his
birthday in this part, but I promise that he will next part. Harry will have another
completely ignored birthday from the Dursley's, and he will be on the Hogwarts express,
going to school when an awful truth rears its ugly head. I'm not sure when I'll have the
time to write the next part, seeing as I start school tomorrow. Oh well, I'll manage. But,
remember, the more reviews, the faster the story ::hint hint hint::
Mystical me.