Harry Potter, A Slytherin?
Diagon Ally
Note: Some parts are taken from the book, I change the pro-Gryffindor and anti-Slytherin bits
One wild cart-ride later they (Harry and Hagrid) stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts. Harry didn't know where to run first now that he had a bag full of money. He didn't have to know how many Galleons there were to a pound to know that he was holding more money than he'd had in his whole life - more money than even the Dudley had ever had.
"Might as well get yer uniform," said Hagrid, nodding towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Listen, Harry would yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts". He did still look a bit sick, so Harry entered Madam Malkin's shop alone, feeling nervous.
Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve. "Hogwarts, dear?" She said, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here - another young man being fitted up just now, in fact".
In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on the stool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head and began to pin it to the right length.
"Hullo," said the boy, "Hogwarts too?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"I'm Draco Malfoy, pleased to meet you" He said offering his hand, which annoyed the witch who was fitting him.
"My names Harry Potter, and if what Hagrid's told me is true, you already now a lot about me" He said taking Draco's hand and shaking it
The boy look a bit surprised when Harry told him his name but then he spoke again.
"I thought you might be coming to Hogwarts this year, my farther has contacts in the Ministry and they've been keeping an eye on you"
"Have they?" Asked Harry, wondering to himself what the Ministry was.
"Do you like to play Quidditch, oh no of course you don't living with Muggles that's awful isn't it"
"Your telling me, any way what's Quidditch?" Harry asked
"It's to complicated to describe now, I'll tell you at Hogwarts if your in Slytherin that is" Draco said with a hit of laughter
"What's Slytherin" Harry asked, but before Draco could answer Madam Malkin said "That's you done my dear" She said to Harry lifting off his robes.
"Well see you in September Harry!" Draco called after him as he bought his robes and walked out.
"See you Draco" Harry called back waving.
Shortly after that Harry had found Hagrid with some ice-cream he had bought him (chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts). After they ate their food they went to get parchment, ink and quills, Harry started to laugh when he found a bottle of ink that changed colour as you wrote. When they left the shop he said "Hagrid, I still need to get my books and a wand". "Well for books you need Flourish and Blotts and for a wand you need to go to Ollivanders"
"Which ones closer?" Asked Harry.
"That would be Flourish and Blotts, so I guess we'll go there firs".
When they reached Flourish and Blotts Harry was gob smacked at how many books there were, shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing at all.
Hagrid had to drag Harry away from Curse and Counter-Curses by Professor Vindictus Viridian.
"I was trying to find out how to curse Dudley.
"I'm not sayin' that's not a good idea, but yer not ter use magic in the Muggle world except in very special circumstances" Hagrid warned him.
When they finished buying the books Hagrid checked Harrys list. "Just yer wand left - oh yeah, an' I still haven't got yeh a birthday present"
Harry felt himself go red.
"You don't have to -"
"I know I don't have to. Tell yeh what, I'll get yer a animal, now what would you like, yes an Owl. Now Harry you just go to Ollivanders and get yer wand and then wait fer me OK?"
"All right Hagrid" Harry answered.
The shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC. A single wand lay on the faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
A tinkling bell rang as Harry stepped into the shop, Harry felt as if he had entered a very strict library; he swallowed a lot of new questions with had just occurred to him as he made his way up to the counter. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry jumped. An old man was standing before him, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
"Hello," said Harry awkwardly
"Ah yes," said the man "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon, Mr Potter. It seems just yesterday your mother was in here buying first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work".
Mr Ollivander moved closer to Harry. Harry wished he would blink. Those silvery eyes were quite creepy.
"Your farther, on the other hand, favoured a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your farther favoured in - it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."
Mr Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. Harry could see himself reflected in those misty eyes.
"Now, to your wand Harry" He said suddenly. "Which is your wand arm?"
"Er - well, I'm right-handed," said Harry
"Hold out your arm. That's it" He said while pulling out a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. He measured Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As me measured he said, "Every Ollivanders wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenix are quite the same".
Harry suddenly realised that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on it's own while Mr Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.
"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then Mr Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."
Harry took the wand and (felling foolish) waved it around a bit, but Mr Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.
"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try -". Harry tried - but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr Ollivander.
Harry tried and tried. He had no idea what Mr Ollivander was waiting for. His pile of 'tried' wands was growing ever higher so it was almost touching the ceiling.
"Tricky customer eh? Not to worry, I'm sure we have the right wand for you here some where". After saying this Mr Ollivander dissappeared right to the back of the shop for some time. He came back holing another case containing a wand and muttering "I wonder, now - yes, why not - unusual combination - holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
Harry took the wand and felt a sudden stream of warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand over his head, brought it down through the dusty air and a stream of multicoloured sparks shot out the end like fireworks.
"Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well ... how curious... how very curious ..."
"Sorry," said Harry "but what's curious?"
Mr Ollivander fixed Harry in his pale stare.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr Potter. Every single wand. I t so happens that the phoenix whose feather is in your wand, gave another feather - just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when it's brother - why, it's brother gave you that scar."
Harry shivered. He wasn't sure he liked Mr Ollivander too much. He paid seven Galleons for his wand and Mr Ollivander bowed him from his shop. When Harry got out side he saw Hagrid with a beautiful snowy owl in a cage. "Happy birthday Harry" He said cheerfully.
The late-afternoon sun hung low in the sky as Harry and Hagrid made their way back down Diagon Alley, back through the wall, back through the Leaky Cauldron, now empty. Harry didn't speak at all as they walked down the Muggle road; he didn't even notice how many people were gawping at them with all the funny shaped packages and Hedwig in her cage.
He and Hagrid had a late lunch before Harrys train came that would take him back to the Dursley. When it arrived Hagrid helped Harry on and handed him an envelope.
"Yer ticket fer Hogwarts," he said "First o' Septemper - Kings Cross - it's all on yer ticket".
The train pulled out out of the station. Harry wanted to watch Hagrid until he was out of site; he rose in his seat and pressed his nose against the wndow, but he blinked and Hagrid had gone.
Diagon Ally
Note: Some parts are taken from the book, I change the pro-Gryffindor and anti-Slytherin bits
One wild cart-ride later they (Harry and Hagrid) stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts. Harry didn't know where to run first now that he had a bag full of money. He didn't have to know how many Galleons there were to a pound to know that he was holding more money than he'd had in his whole life - more money than even the Dudley had ever had.
"Might as well get yer uniform," said Hagrid, nodding towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Listen, Harry would yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts". He did still look a bit sick, so Harry entered Madam Malkin's shop alone, feeling nervous.
Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve. "Hogwarts, dear?" She said, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here - another young man being fitted up just now, in fact".
In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on the stool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head and began to pin it to the right length.
"Hullo," said the boy, "Hogwarts too?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"I'm Draco Malfoy, pleased to meet you" He said offering his hand, which annoyed the witch who was fitting him.
"My names Harry Potter, and if what Hagrid's told me is true, you already now a lot about me" He said taking Draco's hand and shaking it
The boy look a bit surprised when Harry told him his name but then he spoke again.
"I thought you might be coming to Hogwarts this year, my farther has contacts in the Ministry and they've been keeping an eye on you"
"Have they?" Asked Harry, wondering to himself what the Ministry was.
"Do you like to play Quidditch, oh no of course you don't living with Muggles that's awful isn't it"
"Your telling me, any way what's Quidditch?" Harry asked
"It's to complicated to describe now, I'll tell you at Hogwarts if your in Slytherin that is" Draco said with a hit of laughter
"What's Slytherin" Harry asked, but before Draco could answer Madam Malkin said "That's you done my dear" She said to Harry lifting off his robes.
"Well see you in September Harry!" Draco called after him as he bought his robes and walked out.
"See you Draco" Harry called back waving.
Shortly after that Harry had found Hagrid with some ice-cream he had bought him (chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts). After they ate their food they went to get parchment, ink and quills, Harry started to laugh when he found a bottle of ink that changed colour as you wrote. When they left the shop he said "Hagrid, I still need to get my books and a wand". "Well for books you need Flourish and Blotts and for a wand you need to go to Ollivanders"
"Which ones closer?" Asked Harry.
"That would be Flourish and Blotts, so I guess we'll go there firs".
When they reached Flourish and Blotts Harry was gob smacked at how many books there were, shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing at all.
Hagrid had to drag Harry away from Curse and Counter-Curses by Professor Vindictus Viridian.
"I was trying to find out how to curse Dudley.
"I'm not sayin' that's not a good idea, but yer not ter use magic in the Muggle world except in very special circumstances" Hagrid warned him.
When they finished buying the books Hagrid checked Harrys list. "Just yer wand left - oh yeah, an' I still haven't got yeh a birthday present"
Harry felt himself go red.
"You don't have to -"
"I know I don't have to. Tell yeh what, I'll get yer a animal, now what would you like, yes an Owl. Now Harry you just go to Ollivanders and get yer wand and then wait fer me OK?"
"All right Hagrid" Harry answered.
The shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC. A single wand lay on the faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
A tinkling bell rang as Harry stepped into the shop, Harry felt as if he had entered a very strict library; he swallowed a lot of new questions with had just occurred to him as he made his way up to the counter. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry jumped. An old man was standing before him, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
"Hello," said Harry awkwardly
"Ah yes," said the man "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon, Mr Potter. It seems just yesterday your mother was in here buying first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work".
Mr Ollivander moved closer to Harry. Harry wished he would blink. Those silvery eyes were quite creepy.
"Your farther, on the other hand, favoured a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your farther favoured in - it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."
Mr Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. Harry could see himself reflected in those misty eyes.
"Now, to your wand Harry" He said suddenly. "Which is your wand arm?"
"Er - well, I'm right-handed," said Harry
"Hold out your arm. That's it" He said while pulling out a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. He measured Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As me measured he said, "Every Ollivanders wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenix are quite the same".
Harry suddenly realised that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on it's own while Mr Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.
"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then Mr Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."
Harry took the wand and (felling foolish) waved it around a bit, but Mr Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.
"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try -". Harry tried - but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr Ollivander.
Harry tried and tried. He had no idea what Mr Ollivander was waiting for. His pile of 'tried' wands was growing ever higher so it was almost touching the ceiling.
"Tricky customer eh? Not to worry, I'm sure we have the right wand for you here some where". After saying this Mr Ollivander dissappeared right to the back of the shop for some time. He came back holing another case containing a wand and muttering "I wonder, now - yes, why not - unusual combination - holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
Harry took the wand and felt a sudden stream of warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand over his head, brought it down through the dusty air and a stream of multicoloured sparks shot out the end like fireworks.
"Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well ... how curious... how very curious ..."
"Sorry," said Harry "but what's curious?"
Mr Ollivander fixed Harry in his pale stare.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr Potter. Every single wand. I t so happens that the phoenix whose feather is in your wand, gave another feather - just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when it's brother - why, it's brother gave you that scar."
Harry shivered. He wasn't sure he liked Mr Ollivander too much. He paid seven Galleons for his wand and Mr Ollivander bowed him from his shop. When Harry got out side he saw Hagrid with a beautiful snowy owl in a cage. "Happy birthday Harry" He said cheerfully.
The late-afternoon sun hung low in the sky as Harry and Hagrid made their way back down Diagon Alley, back through the wall, back through the Leaky Cauldron, now empty. Harry didn't speak at all as they walked down the Muggle road; he didn't even notice how many people were gawping at them with all the funny shaped packages and Hedwig in her cage.
He and Hagrid had a late lunch before Harrys train came that would take him back to the Dursley. When it arrived Hagrid helped Harry on and handed him an envelope.
"Yer ticket fer Hogwarts," he said "First o' Septemper - Kings Cross - it's all on yer ticket".
The train pulled out out of the station. Harry wanted to watch Hagrid until he was out of site; he rose in his seat and pressed his nose against the wndow, but he blinked and Hagrid had gone.