Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters you may recognise from the book. All of them belong to that wonderful writer J.K Rowlings.

Dom, Nicolas, J.P and Anita are all real people that are really enjoying being in my story.

I have created any creature and person you don't recognise from the books.

This story takes place after the publishing of The Prisoner of Azkaban, and the release of the second Harry Potter movie.

Harry is in his fourth year at Hogwarts.

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Chapter three: Diagon Alley Madness!

"Oh look a that sinister looking guy! Could I look like that?"

"How do you think I would look in those robes? Well, yellow isn't really my colour."

"Where is the Magic Menagerie, where are the animals?!!"

"Jeebus Cripes.. Is that a real nose? And I thought yours was bad, Dom."

Those were the cries that filled the air around Dumbledore as he first guided the quartet of newly made wizards into the Diagon Alley, the old wizard shook his head as he looked at the eager teens. He had almost forgotten that they were not born wizards and that only a few days ago they had been simple muggles visiting England for the first time and pulling a prank in a cinema.

He had spoke with all four of them, trying to get to know them a bit better in the following 3 days after they had been informed they were now endowed with magical powers. He was glad when he realised that all four of them were quite the unusual lot, unlike most muggles he had met.

Jean Phillipe, or J.P as all his three friends called him, was a level headed young man. He had a dry sense of humour and a insight about life that was unusual to find in such a young man. Dumbledore suspected he had seen quite a bit more than a normal 15 year old should have seen. He found that the plump young man somehow reminded him of Hagrid, but without the love for dangerous beasts. Instead J.P seemed to hold a rather unsettling love for swords and daggers of all kinds.

Dominic, or Dom, was a quite interesting character, histrionic and self loving to a point of extreme egocentrism, but without becoming annoying. He was a fun loving young man, always quick to throw a joke or two given the right occasion. Dumbledore had also come to realise that he was quite a gifted artist after Dom showed him some of his drawings.

Ana Maria, who everybody called Anita, was a head strong, stubborn, loud speaking and charming young lady. She had quite a quick wit and it was not strange to find her exchanging jokes with Dom. He had also learned that she had quite the explosive temper, being able to scare away both Dom and Nicolas with one of her hard scowls, however J.P didn't seem at all affected by her swinging moods and was always the first one to step in and calm her down when she was going on a rage rampage.

There was something strange about her, as if she was holding a secret deep within her, something she insisted to keep hidden from all her friends, even from J.P that seemed to be the one closest to her.

Then there was Nicolas, a young man that seemed too tall for his age, he stood quite high over all his friends, but somehow he seemed to be the less secure and independent of all of them. J.P had mentioned something about a Dark Destiny following Nicolas around. And after three days of constantly visiting the teens Dumbledore understood why. It seemed that bad luck was attracted to Nicolas. Things were always making him trip, doorways seemed to shrink when he passed trough them, always making him slam his head into the doorframe. But despite this strange wave of bad luck that seemed to follow him everywhere Nicolas was a kind and gentle soul, always there for his friends when they needed him.

But now all four of them were busy marvelling over the many shops they saw in the Alley, Dumbledore checked his magical pocket watch and tapped his foot.

Where was he? He was late.

'He' appeared out of the Leaky Cauldron just as Dumbledore finished his thought. A wizard in ragged robes and a apologetic smile on his face walked over to the elder wizard, running a hand trough his sandy brown locks touched with silver.

"I'm sorry I am late Professor. I got stopped by several wizards on the way that started asking me unpleasant questions about werewolves. Fortunately I managed to shake them off....I hope."

Dumbledore smiled to Remus Lupin as the man looked after him as if expecting a angry mob to burst trough the back wall of the Leaky Cauldron and lynch him. It seemed that the news of him being a werewolf had spread even faster than expected. The former teacher looked tired and hollow eyed, as if he had not slept for several days. Dumbledore put his hand on the shoulder of Lupin and pointed at the group of teens that were all plastered to the window of the cauldron shop, mesmerised by the sight of a self-stirring cauldron.

The older wizard handed Lupin a piece of parchment with many scrawls, a shimmering silver card with a rather official seal on it and then smiled..

"Those four there need to be showed around the Alley, here is the list with things they will need, don't worry about the cost, the Ministry will pay everything, just show the shop owners the card.

Please be patient with them, this is their first day our of St. Mungo's. And be careful with Anita and Dom, they seem a bit too eager for their own good, if you understand me. Somehow they remind me of another group of people I knew many years ago.

Well now, I must return to Hogwarts and prepare the start of the school year."

Dumbledore smiled at Remus before dissaparating with a loud 'crack!'.

Remus shook his head slightly before turning to look at the four teens. So they were the muggles that had been caught in the curses of four Aurors and actually survived it.

He smiled slightly, not only had they survived, but the combination of the spells somehow triggered a change in them, making them adept to magic. He supposed that far back in their family there must have been a witch or a wizard of some sort, the latent magical blood being triggered by the scourge of magic.

So now they were all wizards, of magical blood and powers, and he had to look after them.

Sighing he walked over to the girl and placed a hand quite gently on her shoulder.

She turned around and nudged one of the boys. Soon all four of them were looking expectantly at him.

"Well then, a pleasure to meet you all. My name is Remus Lupin.

Since Professor Dumbledore has many important matters to attend to I will be the one helping you out with your school implements and opening accounts at Gringotts.

So.. any questions?"

The four teens were still staring at him, and that was making him rather uncomfortable, he felt like they were inspecting him from head to toe, and suddenly he felt rather self conscious about his ragged robe and his unruly hair. He quickly ran a hand trough his hair trying to make it lie down a bit more in order.

The first one to speak was J.P, taking a step towards Remus and looking at him rather critically.

"Are you THE Remus Lupin, you know.. the werewolf?"

Remus sighed slightly, so they also knew. He wondered if there wee actually someone that DIDN'T know about his problem. Slowly he nodded at J.P, looking quite ashamed of himself.

"Well.. I suppose I am"

Suddenly all four teens started talking quite enthusiastically, their words flowing so fast that he hardly managed to understand anything of what they were actually saying, but he managed to distinguish a few words among the torrent of phrases.

'Best DADA teacher EVER!'

'Do we get classes with you?'

'That Draco was a swine for turning you in.'

For the first time since he had been forced to leave Hogwarts Remus felt happy and proud of himself.

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The first thing they had to do was start a saving account in Gringotts. The four teens were amazed when they first saw the goblins that ran the bank. Anita and Dom were silent just ogling at the small magical creatures until they actually got told off by several of them.

Nicolas actually managed to trip over one of the goblins almost falling face first into the ground. He was saved by the fast intervention of J.P that managed to grab his tall friend before he made a close encounter with the marble floor.

Lupin apologised profusely to the goblin while Nicolas was only able to stare into the floor, a shade of crimson covering his cheeks.

After a few moments of transactions and writing down names four new vaults of Gringotts had new owners and each of them had a account of 450 galleons in it.

Anita was holding her key and comparing it to the one of the other three friends, she was puzzled when she saw that the numbers on they keys were not consecutive despite all four of them opening their accounts at the same time. She seemed confused and walked over to Lupin to ask him about this.

"Why is it that all our keys have different numbers? I mean Dom has number 135, I have number 228, J.P has number 508 and Nicolas has number 132. Is there any special reason for this?"

Remus seemed slightly confused by her question, he had never thought of it before so he really didn't have any answer. But the answer came indeed, from the same goblin Nicolas had tripped over.

"We re use the vaults that no longer have any owners, inactive vaults without any money. We also give new vaults out from time to time, but there are always plenty of vaults available... and even more now in these dark times."

The goblin went silent and scurried away from the small group. The teens pondered for a moment on what he could have meant, but then realisation hit them. Whole families were killed or disappeared now that Voldemort was slowly returning to the wizarding world.

They left the bank in a slightly less cheerful mood than they had been when they entered.

But soon enough they cheered up, they had plenty of things to see and discover yet.

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Soon each of the teens were carrying their own cauldrons and potion ingredients, they had all bought the books that they needed, and even some that they didn't really need but insisted on buying as they wanted to learn more about the world of magic they were now a part of.

The only one of them hat entered the Owl Emporium was J.P, he insisted on wanting to have a own owl, the others thought this was ridiculous... after all who could they write to.

But after a few moments J.P emerged from the shop looking quite happy with a large cage that contained a eagle owl, its eyes closed against the bright daylight.

At Madame Malkin they had all got the traditional school robes and some school uniforms. But as she asked them from what houses they were only the fast intervention of Lupin kept them from blurting out with the truth. The had not the faintest idea what house they were going to be in.

As they passed the Magical Menagerie Anita almost dragged them into the shop, J.P deciding to stay outside with Lupin as the noise from the many animals were unsettling his owl.

Inside the shop Nicolas, Dom and Anita were looking around for that perfect pet.

Dom couldn't picture himself with any of the critters in the shop until he saw the cage of sleek black rats on the counter. Something about those small beady eyes and the shiny black fur captivated him and he decided to buy one. He looked into the cage and saw one that he liked, but differently to the others this one was not entirely black. It had a large blotch of white just covering most of its back, it was as if someone had dropped a large drop of paint on the poor animal. Dom nodded to the tender and handed her two sickles to pay for the rat that he immediately placed on his shoulder. The rat sniffed at his neck once or twice and decided that it liked its new owner and settled down.

As Nicolas was looking trough the cages something large and furry jumped at him., a pitch black cat had climbed up on his shoulder and was sitting rubbing its head against Nicolas, its long whiskers tickling his face.

"Oh no.. If I buy you I´ll just have even worse luck. Your kind bring bad luck"

He said to the cat as he slowly lifted a hand to grab it and pull it off his shoulder. The cat started purring and rubbed its hand against Nicolas' raised hand, a small and rough tongue licking over his fingers. The tall boy sighed and gave up. He supposed he couldn't be more unlucky that what he already was. He paid the shop keeper and waited for Anita.

Anita was having quite a hard time, she simply couldn't decide what animal she should choose. The rats were charming, but the cats were so beautiful. Even that rabbit that kept turning itself into a top hat was cute. She shook her head and looked around the room again. Suddenly she noticed a small cage close to the counter where something quite similar to a Jack Russell terrier was barking at her.

Intrigued she crouched in front of the cage and spoke softly to the small dog. A first it simply continued growling and barking at her, as if something about her disliked it. But she continued speaking to it quite softly. The small dog cocked its head and listened to her, it stopped barking and growling and instead sniffed eagerly at the hand she held out to it. After a few seconds it started whining softly, a forked tail suddenly started wagging so hard it was hitting against the sides of the cage it was in.

"What sort of creature are you, huh? You so cute... You want to come with me, yes?"

She spoke to the dog, making its tail wag even more. Anita took that as a affirmative answer and looked at the shop owner, nodding at the witch behind the counter. The stocky witch opened the cage and a whirlwind of fur with a forked tail stormed out of the cage and into Anita's waiting arms, trying as much as it could to lick her in the face. She stood up still with the happy dog like creature in her arms. The heavy witch smiled at Anita as she received the 5 sickles that the small creature cost.

"You are lucky, that crup has been here quite a while, he seems to be right picky with his owners. I am glad he liked you thou."

As the three teens came out of the Menagerie Remus pointed at a rather obscure looking shop almost at the end of Diagon Alley. A old and worn sign read 'Ollivander's Fine Wands'. As he spoke he was smiling widely to the four teens.

"I think we should go there now, after all this is the first time you will ever have a wand in your hands."

Anita, Dom, Nicolas and J.P all walked eagerly towards the shop, eager to know what kind of wand they would have.

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End third chapter.

Ahh I am really inspired, three chapters in only one day..

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