~Author's Note~ In chapter four, when Bill greeted Madam Malkin, I meant "morning" and not afternoon. Also, did I mention that Goten and Trunks brought luggage with them? If not, just keep in mind that it's loaded up in capsules, that are kept in a sack on their side waist belts. Make sense? From here on, Goten and Trunks will be speaking in English. Okay, nuff said!

If you have any questions about the locations and animals, go to: Which is a part of "The Harry Potter Lexicon."

Disclaimer: Do you need to hear me piss and moan? No. I didn't think so. All that I am greatful for, is that these two awesome sagas were created in the first place. Thank you.

Dealing With A New Gift

Chapter Five

Shopping in Diagon Alley

"Good morning young sirs," greeted an elderly woman, dressed in emerald green robes. As Madam Malkin rounded the counter that she had been standing behind, "How may I help you?"

Walking up behind the boys and pushing them towards her, "These two need to be fitted for school robes."

"Ah. First years," looking them up and down, "Follow me please." She waved her hand and made her way over to the back of the shop.

Goten and Trunks followed slowly behind her to the fitting room. But, as Goten quickly noted, Bill didn't follow. Stopping briefly, "Aren't you coming with us, Bill?" he asked in perfect English.

"No, I'm not," answered the latter. "I need to go to Florish and Blott's to buy some of your school supplies. I'll be back when you're all done."

"Okay, then, bye!" Goten waved as Bill left the shop. Then speeded up his pace to catch up with the others in the back room. Upon entering the room, Goten found that one side of the room was completely covered by tall mirrors. In front of those mirrors were stands, which Trunks was already standing on one. Following suit to hop onto the neighboring one, he looked about some more.

"Where did Bill go?" his companion asked. He didn't bother to observe the room like Goten had.

"He said he had to go buy some of our school supplies and be back later when we're done," Goten answered. Then, realizing something, "Where did that old lady go?"

"That old lady needed to go get cloth and material to measure you boys," came the answer from behind of an old one.

"Goten, don't be rude!" Trunks whispered with a stifled snicker. Madam Malkin approached him with a measuring tape in hands.

"Don't slouch, arms out to the side," she ordered. Bringing the tape to down to measure the boy's arm. After spending a few minutes of making commands and measuring all the limbs, writing it down, she repeated the process with Goten. On a nearby rack, Malkin sifted through various sizes of school robes. Selecting two sets of everything, she brought them over. "Go over to those changing rooms behind you to tries these on."

Goten and Trunks took the clothes from her and went to it. Behind their curtains, they inspected those very strange clothes. Stripping down to only their boxers and boots, pulled on the dark gray khaki pants and a gray sweater vest with a white under collared shirt. Placing their battle robes in an empty capsule. To top it off, they snaked their arms through the sleeves of the ashen colored cloaks to wear over the rest of the uniform. The cloak was so long that they barely touched to carpet. Their sleeves draped from the side of each arm to the waist. Drawing the curtains back and returning to the stands, the ends of their cloaks would gently wave about.

Studying himself in the mirror, Goten twirled in circles to make his cloak flap about. The feeling of it was overwhelmingly neat that he laughed with amusment.

"Trying out for ballet?" came a bored, drawling voice next to Goten. The boys turned their attention to see a tall, white, platinum blonde haired boy. He looked to be a few years older than they were, fifteen about. The newcomer was studying himself in the mirror. Turning here and there to get a better angle of the new uniform.

As Goten was getting the notion to punch the guy's head in, came a familiar voice, "Knock it off, Malfoy! Mind your own business." Bill Weasley entered the room, his arms loaded with books and cauldrons. He gave Draco Malfoy an evil glare as he approached the boys' stands.

"Another Weasley? Gosh. How many are there of you? There's so many, I've seem to have lost count," replied Malfoy, still sounding quit bored to be wasting his time talking to a muggle-lover. Pointing out a tear at the side of his cloak, "See this? I think your brother owes me money for this from last year!"

As Bill could feel his blood boiling, spoke stiffly, "Come boys! We don't need to be wasting any more of our time on low lives." With the boys following him out of the room, he gave a kurt nod and "Good day, and good riddens to you" in Malfoy's general direction. Which Malfoy just scowled at in defeat.

They left the shop after Bill paid Madam Malkin for the robes. "It was nice seeing you after all those years! Good luck to you boys!" She wished them off.

Following their mentor, Goten and Trunks walked out into a street sized path running down and between tall, cramped buildings. They weaved their way pass the other wizards and witches walking about. Some slowed to stare at their big, strange colored hair. But, Goten and Trunks didn't notice this at all. They were too busy admiring their surroundings at all angles, looking from side to side.

"Is this Diagon Alley?" asked Goten in bewilderment, still gawking at the sites.

"Yes, a thriving city for wizards and witches to make a living and shop in," Bill answered as he guided them towards a shop.

The front of the shop was painted black, with a pained glass window to see into to the shop. Dangling upside down from the hanging sign of the Magical Menagerie, was a fuzzy, black fruit bat. Once inside, there was an abundance of a variety of animals all making noise. The walls were covered by cages of them. The proprietor at the counter was a witch who wears heavy black spectacles. "Good morning!" she greeted them with a smile.

"Good morning," they all answered back.

"Let me know if you see anything you like," Bill informed them. He went over to inspect the litter of Puffskeins because he was planning to buy one for Ron's next birthday.

Goten and Trunks went their separate ways to look about the shop. There were tanks filled with enormous purple toads sloshing about in it. Gigantic tortoises with jewel-encrusted shells, that looked to be way too expensive for their taste. Accompanying them in their cages, were poisonous orange snails climbing the glass. A fat white rabbit hopped about its cage as it turned into a white top hat and back. Cats of every color pattern, lounging about on pillows in their cage. Squawking black ravens flapping about their cages, demanding freedom. Passing by Bill looking at the custard-colored fur balls known as Puffskeins. Huge, sleek, black rats scurrying about their mazes to get to the cheese. You could tell they were more intelligent than normal rats, by the way some just bounded over the walls.

The last animal in the huge cage at the very back of the shop was the must curious looking one of all. This creature was like no other. It had the head and upper body of a fox. Streaming head feathers that went down to its "shoulders." The wings and legs of a bird with talons. The elegant, shiny tail as long as a peacock's. The fur coat in shades of a red fox's coat, with silver decorating the plumage. The creature studied the boys with its golden eyes baring holes of annoyance into their skulls. Its muzzle was tied shut with a crimson hankerchief, so that it couldn't make noise. That sight and of the creature, struck the saiyans as odd.

"Excuse me ma'am. What is this thing and why is its mouth tied shut?" Trunks asked the passing proprietor.

"That creature you two are looking at is an Airax," the witch answered. "Our only one in this shop. They are an extremely rare species of magical animals. No one in the wizarding world knows much about them. I keep it's mouth shut like that so it can't screech out it's sonic cry when it's in a bad mood. It's a pain in the arse, excuse my language, to have to replace the glass windows repeatedly. If you two are planning to buy it, I seriously, don't recommend on doing so. This thing has proven to be very moody most of the time it's been here. As a result of this, no one wants to buy it."

"We can take it off your hands if you'd like," tempted Trunks.

"Can we have it for a bargain?" Goten joined in.

"Whose buying?" she questioned. The witch prayed to Merlin that they wouldn't. But, then again, it would be a great relief. Although it made quite the tourist attraction, she contradicted in her head.

"I am," came the approaching voice of Bill Weasley. "What'll it be to buy that?"

"Umm.," the witch paused to think up a price since no one has bought the Airax before. "Seven Sickles," she offered.

Bill handed her the money, "Anything else boys? We might have to go back down the lane to Eeylop's Owl Emporium to buy you mail owls."

"No need," Trunks insisted. "I was thinking that Goten and I could share it as a pet and a mail deliverer. After all, it's half bird, right?" Pause, "How fast can an Airax fly?"

"I heard, when it was caught, it can fly up to speeds matching mock one! Maybe more. It was just a blur of colors in the sky, which made it all the harder to capture."

"See, Bill? No problem. People would just think it's an airplane or jet flying about. Plus, it looks strong enough to carry a lot."

"Okay, Trunks," Bill replied, then turning to the shop keeper, "We'll take it."

"All right then. But, don't come crying to me for a refund!" She spoke as she cautiously transferred the Airax from it's cage to a small portable one. That wasn't too hard considering she had used magic to do so. Handing the cage to Bill, "Take good care of it, you hear?"

"We will ma'am!" answered the enegetic saiyans. "Good-bye!"

Just before they left, the shop keeper handed Bill a wad of instructions and things to note in a scroll. "Make sure they keep this with them at all times," she warned. He just nodded in response, and followed the boys outside.

"On to Ollivander's!" commanded the wizard. He led them down the lane to the front of a shabby and narrow looking shop known as "Ollivander's, Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C." In the front window was a single wand perched upon a faded purple cushion. When they entered, it appeared just like it did from the outside, shabby and narrow. For furniture, there was a single spindly chair and a front desk. The walls are lined floor to ceiling with thousand of narrow boxes containing wands. "This place has been here way before my parents went to Hogwarts. I can remember the day I bought my wand here." Standing before the desk, he raised his voice, "Mr. Ollivander!"

There came the squeaking of wheels moving, then up on a ladder against a shelf, was an old man in a suit. He had scraggly gray hair and eerie, moon- like eyes. "Yes? How may I help you, William Weasley," he asked in an all- knowing sort of tone. Also, his voice sounded shaky and old. Upon noticing the younger men, "Ah! More first years! Come to get your wands have you?" They just simply nodded their response as he made his way over to the front desk. "Hello, Mr. Ollivander at your service on this fine day!"

"Hello," the saiyans answered. Feeling nervous under the scrutinizing eyes of Mr. Ollivander. Their pet stared at this strange man too, then flapping it's wings as if to scare him off.

That caught the man's attention. "Huh? Excuse my young masters, what is that thing's name?" He pointed at their deformed bird, or whatever it was.

"This is an Airax, Mr. Ollivander," Trunks answered. "It's name is." He paused trying to come up with one on the spot.

"Kijutsu!" Goten interjected, interrupting Trunks train of thought. "Which means 'magic' in Japanese."

"Hmm.interesting. Never heard of an Airax, but that's a very nice name you gave it. Hello, Kijutsu," Mr. Ollivander looked down and greeted the creature. In response, it glared into his eyes, then nodded it's approval. "Don't you agree?" he asked the other men in the room.

"Makes sense to me, since they are going to be learning it within a few hours or so. How about it Trunks?" Bill asked his ward. Trunks just shrugged, then nodded.

"I think, by now, I can rightly guess what wands they are to use in their education of wizardry," Mr. Ollivander left his front desk to select some narrow, black boxes containing wands from the shelves. After placing them down on the desk, he opened two boxes and handed Goten and Trunks each a single wand. When they had just stood there, holding them, it reminded him of the time Mr. Harry Potter came in for his first wand. "Well! Don't just stand there, give them a wave!" he ordered them.

"Oh!" they said in realization. Copying the nice wrist movement of a swish and flick, that they had seen Bill do some many times. In the follow through, Goten pointed his at a tiny vase of white roses. Like a bullet shot from a gun, a jet of air shot out from the tip of his wand to go crashing into the vase's side. Causing it to shatter to pieces, scattering pits of flower and pouring water all over the floor. Slightly frightened, Goten put the wand back on the counter. "Sorry," he quickly apologized.

"Not a problem," the elder assured him. "Evidently, that is not the wand for you." He quickly handed Goten another one to try out.

Meanwhile, Trunks had pointed his wand at a nearby mirror. Instead of the mirror exploding to pieces, the stream of magic reccoshaded off of it. It had decided to collide with the arm chair that Bill was sitting on behind them.

"Whoa!" the wizard yelped as the chair was sent falling backwards to the floor, with a sounding crash. "Ow!" Once Bill was sure that the chair had stopped moving, he stood up and righted it again. "I think I'll go stand to the side now." He made his way over next to Mr. Ollivander, for his safety.

Continuing to test the other wands that were handed to them, the saiyans started to make a mess of the place. One shelf had been emptied of all it's boxes. A stack of files and books knocked to the floor. Papers decorating the black floor, making it look tanned instead. But, before they could test their raised wands, "Stop! Stop!" came the voice of the shopkeeper. "I'm afraid this is going to be more difficult than I thought. Wait here, while I go get some special ones from the back shelves. Oh dear." he moaned at the mess. In a few minutes, he disappeared and then reappeared with two ash colored, narrow boxes. "Hope these will be your last, and suit you," he half prayed, as he handed them to the difficult costumers.

Goten and Trunks raised the new wands, praying to Kami, that this will be the last one, too. As they were making the notion to swish it, the wands began to emit a bright, white light and a gentle breeze. In a matter of seconds, it all extinguished itself out. The saiyans eyes were wide with shock.

"Yes! Finally! A winner!" exclaimed Bill in relief. "So, what are those wands made of Ollie?"

"Trunks' wand is made of eucalyptus wood, with a fusion of dragon scales," the latter answered with much enthusiasm. "And, er, what's your name son?" he asked the other boy.

"Goten, Mr. Ollivander. 'Go' means air, and 'ten' is heaven."

"Okay, Goten, nice name, too. Yours is made of everwood and a fusion of a griffin's wing feather. Those wands of yours are very efficient, and a new brand. That'll cost you, Mr. Weasley, four galleons in all." Upon receiving the money, "I wish you all luck for your first year at Hogwarts!"

"Thanks again, Ollie! Might see you next year," called Bill from over his shoulder as he scooted the boys out. Back in Diagon Alley, "Pocket those wands now, don't want to poke someone's eye out. I have to get you first years to King's Cross Station before the clock hits noon on us!"
~TO BE CONTINUED.~

Please note that you will not find any information about an Airax at the given link way above. Why? Because it's of my own creation. If you would like to use an Airax in your fics, please get permission from me alone! Also, an illustration of your interpretation of it, would be nice to see. If so, I'll post a link of it here. ^.~