Disclaimer: My stuff is my stuff. JK's stuff is JK's stuff.
Author's Note: I know, I'm sorry, this is a shorter chapter, but I really want them to get to Hogwarts ASAP! Lol! I hope you like it anyways!
The air around Harry swirled around him, sucking him deeper and deeper towards the ground, and hopefully closer to Diagon Alley. He found it to be much more enjoyable than his experience last year. The air stopped and Harry could feel the hard ground below him.
"You made it!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, right as Harry stepped out of the fireplace into Flourish and Blotts.
Harry nodded, noticing that he was still gripping his glasses to his face.
"See I told you it was much easier the second time!" Ron guided Harry to the Potions section.
Harry chuckled as he took out his book list, "What books do we need?"
"Er—A Book of Potions, is that it right there?" Ron asked pointing to a steaming jade book. It looked as though it was a cauldron itself with all the haze streaming out of the edges.
Harry and Ron walked over to the stand surrounded by fog and hesitantly picked one up.
"Ew! I wouldn't be surprised if moss started to grow!" Ron picked up his, pinching them with his fingertips. "I guess we have to buy it."
They found the rest of their books, finding them to be much dryer than A Book of Potions. By the time they got to the front desk, the two of them could barely see over pile of books.
"You know, you can put a spell on that soggy book!" said a sarcastic familiar voice, as Ron set his books on the desk. He spun around finding Hermione standing behind them.
"Hermione!" Ron and Harry exclaimed in unison.
"Hey guys! Oh my gosh, I'm so excited for forth year! One week! I'm counting down!" Hermione spat out, in what seemed like one sentence.
"Did you buy all your books?" Harry asked noticing that Hermione wasn't carrying a bag. His bag was so heavy it almost pulled him to the ground.
"Yes. We're going to eat across the street," Hermione pointed to the restaurant, Witch and Wizard's Goodies. "Would you like to join us?"
"I'll have to ask my mum, but I'm sure it'll be okay."
"So Harry, staying with Ron are you?" she asked as Ron scurried off to find his mum.
"Yeah, I got there yesterday," Harry explained, smiling.
Ron rushed up to Harry and Hermione, panting, "Mum—said—it's—fine."
Just as they were almost out the door, Mrs. Weasley squawked across the store, "Be back in an hour!"
Ron rolled his eyes and saw Mr. and Mrs. Granger waving hysterically at the table outside. They all waved back and hurried to the table.
"Hello! We were just ordering," Mrs. Granger handed a menu to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Ron's eyes lit up with the sight of all the food.
"…and for you?" the waitress stepped to Ron.
"Oh, I'll have the Breaded Broom Sticks with a Butterbeer."
Their food came five minutes later, steaming hot.
"So, are you guys done with all you shopping?" Mr. Granger asked, spearing his salad.
"Not really. What about you?" Harry replied and shot a look over to Ron who was stuffing his face.
"Yes, Crookshanks is at the pet grooming store," Hermione proudly stated.
When they were all done with their food, they walked along Diagon Alley until they ran into Hagrid.
"Hagrid!" Ron exclaimed making him spin around abruptly. It looked like he was carrying something in his hands.
Hermione scoffed, "Hagrid, what's that?"
"Hello! Oh er…what?" he said, nervously. Something was moving behind his back. "I don't have nothing!"
Harry looked behind his back. It was a small creature that look sort of like a bird with a short stubby beak. "That? What is it?"
Hagrid gave in and revealed the charming creature.
"That's a wizard pigeon," Hermione gasped. "They are extremely rare!"
"Alright, Alright. I got me one at the pub. Old fellow traded me fer six galleons! Crazy fool he is."
Hagrid had always had a passion for rare creatures. Normally they ended up getting him into trouble.
"He's beautiful!" Hermione said as she smoothly petted its head. "Are you taking him to Hogwarts?"
"'Course I am! Where else would I take him? He's got nowhere else ter go!" Hagrid laughed.
The pigeon had a look of suspicion in its blue eyes as they all stared at it. Maybe it knew something that none of them knew. It certainly looked that way, as if it was very devious.
Author's Note: I know, I'm sorry, this is a shorter chapter, but I really want them to get to Hogwarts ASAP! Lol! I hope you like it anyways!
The air around Harry swirled around him, sucking him deeper and deeper towards the ground, and hopefully closer to Diagon Alley. He found it to be much more enjoyable than his experience last year. The air stopped and Harry could feel the hard ground below him.
"You made it!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, right as Harry stepped out of the fireplace into Flourish and Blotts.
Harry nodded, noticing that he was still gripping his glasses to his face.
"See I told you it was much easier the second time!" Ron guided Harry to the Potions section.
Harry chuckled as he took out his book list, "What books do we need?"
"Er—A Book of Potions, is that it right there?" Ron asked pointing to a steaming jade book. It looked as though it was a cauldron itself with all the haze streaming out of the edges.
Harry and Ron walked over to the stand surrounded by fog and hesitantly picked one up.
"Ew! I wouldn't be surprised if moss started to grow!" Ron picked up his, pinching them with his fingertips. "I guess we have to buy it."
They found the rest of their books, finding them to be much dryer than A Book of Potions. By the time they got to the front desk, the two of them could barely see over pile of books.
"You know, you can put a spell on that soggy book!" said a sarcastic familiar voice, as Ron set his books on the desk. He spun around finding Hermione standing behind them.
"Hermione!" Ron and Harry exclaimed in unison.
"Hey guys! Oh my gosh, I'm so excited for forth year! One week! I'm counting down!" Hermione spat out, in what seemed like one sentence.
"Did you buy all your books?" Harry asked noticing that Hermione wasn't carrying a bag. His bag was so heavy it almost pulled him to the ground.
"Yes. We're going to eat across the street," Hermione pointed to the restaurant, Witch and Wizard's Goodies. "Would you like to join us?"
"I'll have to ask my mum, but I'm sure it'll be okay."
"So Harry, staying with Ron are you?" she asked as Ron scurried off to find his mum.
"Yeah, I got there yesterday," Harry explained, smiling.
Ron rushed up to Harry and Hermione, panting, "Mum—said—it's—fine."
Just as they were almost out the door, Mrs. Weasley squawked across the store, "Be back in an hour!"
Ron rolled his eyes and saw Mr. and Mrs. Granger waving hysterically at the table outside. They all waved back and hurried to the table.
"Hello! We were just ordering," Mrs. Granger handed a menu to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Ron's eyes lit up with the sight of all the food.
"…and for you?" the waitress stepped to Ron.
"Oh, I'll have the Breaded Broom Sticks with a Butterbeer."
Their food came five minutes later, steaming hot.
"So, are you guys done with all you shopping?" Mr. Granger asked, spearing his salad.
"Not really. What about you?" Harry replied and shot a look over to Ron who was stuffing his face.
"Yes, Crookshanks is at the pet grooming store," Hermione proudly stated.
When they were all done with their food, they walked along Diagon Alley until they ran into Hagrid.
"Hagrid!" Ron exclaimed making him spin around abruptly. It looked like he was carrying something in his hands.
Hermione scoffed, "Hagrid, what's that?"
"Hello! Oh er…what?" he said, nervously. Something was moving behind his back. "I don't have nothing!"
Harry looked behind his back. It was a small creature that look sort of like a bird with a short stubby beak. "That? What is it?"
Hagrid gave in and revealed the charming creature.
"That's a wizard pigeon," Hermione gasped. "They are extremely rare!"
"Alright, Alright. I got me one at the pub. Old fellow traded me fer six galleons! Crazy fool he is."
Hagrid had always had a passion for rare creatures. Normally they ended up getting him into trouble.
"He's beautiful!" Hermione said as she smoothly petted its head. "Are you taking him to Hogwarts?"
"'Course I am! Where else would I take him? He's got nowhere else ter go!" Hagrid laughed.
The pigeon had a look of suspicion in its blue eyes as they all stared at it. Maybe it knew something that none of them knew. It certainly looked that way, as if it was very devious.