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Author's note: Brooke is supposed to be 9, not eight. Sorry, I forgot to change it when I re-updated the chapter.
Chapter Two: Diagon Alley
As the flames cleared away, Harry found that he was face-to-face with a brick wall. Moments later, Lily, James, and Brooke all appeared behind him.
"We're here!" James said. "Move aside, please, Harry." James stepped passed Harry towards the brick wall. As he drew his wand, they all heard steps coming down the stairs. James faced the person as it opened.
"T-T-Terribly sorry," the man said, looking directly at James.
"Quirrell?" James asked the man.
"P-P-Potter?" Quirrell replied.
"Nice to see you again," James said. "What brings you to the Leaky Cauldron? Are you heading in to Diagon Alley?"
"Y-Y-Yes," Quirrell replied. "I'm the t-teacher for D-Defense Against the D- Dark A-Arts. Is that Harry?" He asked abruptly in the conversation.
"Yes, that's him," James said, looking back at Harry who had withdrawn to a corner of the room.
"N-N-Not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter?" He laughed nervously. Yes, Harry knew the story. He had heard it almost a thousand times.
"You'll be getting all your equipment, I s-s-suppose," Quirrell said, continuing the conversation. "I've g-g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on v-v- vampires." To Harry, he looked terrified at the very thought.
"Well, can we enter please?" Lily asked, bringing out her wand and tapping several bricks. The magically formed an archway. All five of them entered at the same time.
"See you at Hogwarts, I suppose," Harry called after Quirrell. No response came, except for a sharp pain in his scar. Harry's hand shot up to his forehead.
"Harry, dear," Lily asked, "are you alright?" Worry flashed in her eyes.
"Yes, I'm fine," Harry replied. The pain had left as fast as it had come. "Let's see, I need a whole bunch of books, a wand, and some other stuff." Harry really didn't care to read them all off, he just handed the list to Lily.
"Well, let's go to Ollivanders wand shop," James said as they headed towards the old wooden building. The sign on the front of the building said:
OLLIVANDERS: MAKERS OF FINE WANDS SINCE 3823 B.C.
When Harry entered, no one was at the desk. Cautiously, Harry rang the bell. A wizened man came rolling towards him on a ladder.
"My Word!" the man said. "I always have waited for the day when Lily and James's child would enter my shop. Hello there, Harry!"
"Hello," Harry replied. He had been to Diagon Alley before, but he had never entered this shop before.
"Let's see," Mr. Ollivander said, ignoring Harry's greeting. His finger passed over several boxes. "Ah!" he pulled out a box. "Give it a wave!" He handed the wand to Harry. As he waved the wand, boxes flew out of shelves. "Nope, not it!" Ollivander said, taking the wand away and placing another one in its place. As Harry waved this one, a glass vase broke. "No, definitely not it!" he said, exasperated. After many moments of searching, Ollivander muttered, "I wonder," as he pulled out a box. "Holly and Phoenix feather, nine inches, nice and supple." Harry took the wand and warmth spread throughout his hand.
"Curious, yes, very curious."
"Sorry, what's curious?" Harry asked.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave one other feather, just one. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother," he paused, "gave you that scar." A small gasp was emitted from Brooke. A light shush came from Lily.
Harry had never known that. He was never told anything like that. His parents didn't know, did they?
Ollivander continued. "The wand chooses the wizard, remember...I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter...After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named did great things—Terrible, yes, but great." His eyes had a slight twinkle in them as they left his shop.
His parents pointed Harry and Brooke to Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions as they went to get his books.
As Harry and Brooke entered, Madam Malkin came up to him and asked, "Hogwarts?" He nodded. "Follow Me." They both followed. Another person was already being measured.
The other boy was standing on a stool, his silver-blonde hair was slicked back, his face came to a point. Harry was forced to stand next to the boy. Brooke stood off to the side as the other boy began to talk to Harry.
"Hello," the boy said to Harry. "You're going to Hogwarts, too, I suppose." Harry nodded, but the boy paid no attention to him. He continued to talk. "Have you thought about what House you'll be in?" Harry shook his head. "I imagine I'll be in Slytherin. All of my family has been. Imagine if you were in Hufflepuff!"
"Yeah," Harry said, not paying attention.
"So, where are your parents?" The boy asked. "Mine are next door. They're buying my books."
"My parents are there, also," Harry replied. After a few moments of silence, Madam Malkin came in with both of their robes. "You're done, both of you." As she said this, there was a crash from next door.
"Come on Brooke," Harry said, happy to hop off of the stool, robes in hand. "Let's make sure that everything's alright next door."
As they exited the shop, they noticed that the boy from the robe shop hand entered the book store a few moments before they had. As Harry opened the door, he heard a gasp from the boy. Harry shoved his way through the crowd.
"Father!" The boy cried.
"Dad!" Harry and Brooke said.
"What in the Bloody Hell is going on here?" The boy said.
"Draco," the man started, but he couldn't think of an excuse to tell his son, blood coming out of his lip.
"And why are you fighting with these...Commoners?" Draco said.
"COMMONERS?!" Harry said, infuriated at the boy. He could tell already who he wasn't going to like at Hogwarts.
"What's it to you?" Draco replied, his words edged in venom, his clear blue eyes piercing Harry's gaze.
"That's my father!" Harry cried, pointing to the man sitting in the collapsed book case. James was rubbing his forehead, his mint green eyes darting between Lucius and Draco.
"Oh," Draco said sarcastically. "I didn't know that was your father." Harry hated Draco with every second that passed. He took a step towards Draco, but James stopped him.
"Harry, don't," James said warningly, standing up. He brushed the dust off of his shoulders, swinging the bag of books over his shoulder. "It's not worth it." As he walked passed Lucius he muttered something. James motioned Brooke and Harry out of the store.
"Where's mama?" Brooke asked. She seemed utterly frightened by what had just happened.
"She was in a different shop. We're meeting her at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor." James motioned to a shop down the street. "Remember, both of you, what happened in the bookshop never happened, okay?"
"Okay!" They both said.
When all three of them reached the shop, Lily was sitting at a table, a large item covered with her robe, talking to another family.
"Harry, HARRY!" Lily cried when they reached the table. "I've got something for you!" She pulled the robe off of the item. "Happy Birthday!"
It was an owl cage. Inside, a snowy-white owl sat, hooting. "Meet Hedwig!" The man whom she was talking to smiled.
"Well, we better be off!" He said. "Nice seeing you again, Lily!"
"Bye Arthur!" Lily said as the man walked away. Turning to James she said, "That was Arthur Weasley and his family. Well, anyway, Harry, do you like Hedwig?"
"I love her!" he replied smiling at the owl.
"Well good!" Lily said. "I think it would be best if we were to head home, it's getting late!"
Taking Hedwig, Harry followed his parents to where they had entered at. He threw down the Floo Powder and returned home.
There, I finally updated. I will be going on vacation for a few weeks in the beginning of June, and exams are coming up, so be patient once again!
--= -:¦:- (( °º ° "(¨v´¨)::" °..··.... ·· ..° ..·°-:¦:- v´ -:¦:- °·.. °.. ·· .... ·· ..° -:¦:- °.. ·· .... ·· .:.° -:¦:- Random designs!
Author's note: Brooke is supposed to be 9, not eight. Sorry, I forgot to change it when I re-updated the chapter.
Chapter Two: Diagon Alley
As the flames cleared away, Harry found that he was face-to-face with a brick wall. Moments later, Lily, James, and Brooke all appeared behind him.
"We're here!" James said. "Move aside, please, Harry." James stepped passed Harry towards the brick wall. As he drew his wand, they all heard steps coming down the stairs. James faced the person as it opened.
"T-T-Terribly sorry," the man said, looking directly at James.
"Quirrell?" James asked the man.
"P-P-Potter?" Quirrell replied.
"Nice to see you again," James said. "What brings you to the Leaky Cauldron? Are you heading in to Diagon Alley?"
"Y-Y-Yes," Quirrell replied. "I'm the t-teacher for D-Defense Against the D- Dark A-Arts. Is that Harry?" He asked abruptly in the conversation.
"Yes, that's him," James said, looking back at Harry who had withdrawn to a corner of the room.
"N-N-Not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter?" He laughed nervously. Yes, Harry knew the story. He had heard it almost a thousand times.
"You'll be getting all your equipment, I s-s-suppose," Quirrell said, continuing the conversation. "I've g-g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on v-v- vampires." To Harry, he looked terrified at the very thought.
"Well, can we enter please?" Lily asked, bringing out her wand and tapping several bricks. The magically formed an archway. All five of them entered at the same time.
"See you at Hogwarts, I suppose," Harry called after Quirrell. No response came, except for a sharp pain in his scar. Harry's hand shot up to his forehead.
"Harry, dear," Lily asked, "are you alright?" Worry flashed in her eyes.
"Yes, I'm fine," Harry replied. The pain had left as fast as it had come. "Let's see, I need a whole bunch of books, a wand, and some other stuff." Harry really didn't care to read them all off, he just handed the list to Lily.
"Well, let's go to Ollivanders wand shop," James said as they headed towards the old wooden building. The sign on the front of the building said:
OLLIVANDERS: MAKERS OF FINE WANDS SINCE 3823 B.C.
When Harry entered, no one was at the desk. Cautiously, Harry rang the bell. A wizened man came rolling towards him on a ladder.
"My Word!" the man said. "I always have waited for the day when Lily and James's child would enter my shop. Hello there, Harry!"
"Hello," Harry replied. He had been to Diagon Alley before, but he had never entered this shop before.
"Let's see," Mr. Ollivander said, ignoring Harry's greeting. His finger passed over several boxes. "Ah!" he pulled out a box. "Give it a wave!" He handed the wand to Harry. As he waved the wand, boxes flew out of shelves. "Nope, not it!" Ollivander said, taking the wand away and placing another one in its place. As Harry waved this one, a glass vase broke. "No, definitely not it!" he said, exasperated. After many moments of searching, Ollivander muttered, "I wonder," as he pulled out a box. "Holly and Phoenix feather, nine inches, nice and supple." Harry took the wand and warmth spread throughout his hand.
"Curious, yes, very curious."
"Sorry, what's curious?" Harry asked.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave one other feather, just one. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother," he paused, "gave you that scar." A small gasp was emitted from Brooke. A light shush came from Lily.
Harry had never known that. He was never told anything like that. His parents didn't know, did they?
Ollivander continued. "The wand chooses the wizard, remember...I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter...After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named did great things—Terrible, yes, but great." His eyes had a slight twinkle in them as they left his shop.
His parents pointed Harry and Brooke to Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions as they went to get his books.
As Harry and Brooke entered, Madam Malkin came up to him and asked, "Hogwarts?" He nodded. "Follow Me." They both followed. Another person was already being measured.
The other boy was standing on a stool, his silver-blonde hair was slicked back, his face came to a point. Harry was forced to stand next to the boy. Brooke stood off to the side as the other boy began to talk to Harry.
"Hello," the boy said to Harry. "You're going to Hogwarts, too, I suppose." Harry nodded, but the boy paid no attention to him. He continued to talk. "Have you thought about what House you'll be in?" Harry shook his head. "I imagine I'll be in Slytherin. All of my family has been. Imagine if you were in Hufflepuff!"
"Yeah," Harry said, not paying attention.
"So, where are your parents?" The boy asked. "Mine are next door. They're buying my books."
"My parents are there, also," Harry replied. After a few moments of silence, Madam Malkin came in with both of their robes. "You're done, both of you." As she said this, there was a crash from next door.
"Come on Brooke," Harry said, happy to hop off of the stool, robes in hand. "Let's make sure that everything's alright next door."
As they exited the shop, they noticed that the boy from the robe shop hand entered the book store a few moments before they had. As Harry opened the door, he heard a gasp from the boy. Harry shoved his way through the crowd.
"Father!" The boy cried.
"Dad!" Harry and Brooke said.
"What in the Bloody Hell is going on here?" The boy said.
"Draco," the man started, but he couldn't think of an excuse to tell his son, blood coming out of his lip.
"And why are you fighting with these...Commoners?" Draco said.
"COMMONERS?!" Harry said, infuriated at the boy. He could tell already who he wasn't going to like at Hogwarts.
"What's it to you?" Draco replied, his words edged in venom, his clear blue eyes piercing Harry's gaze.
"That's my father!" Harry cried, pointing to the man sitting in the collapsed book case. James was rubbing his forehead, his mint green eyes darting between Lucius and Draco.
"Oh," Draco said sarcastically. "I didn't know that was your father." Harry hated Draco with every second that passed. He took a step towards Draco, but James stopped him.
"Harry, don't," James said warningly, standing up. He brushed the dust off of his shoulders, swinging the bag of books over his shoulder. "It's not worth it." As he walked passed Lucius he muttered something. James motioned Brooke and Harry out of the store.
"Where's mama?" Brooke asked. She seemed utterly frightened by what had just happened.
"She was in a different shop. We're meeting her at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor." James motioned to a shop down the street. "Remember, both of you, what happened in the bookshop never happened, okay?"
"Okay!" They both said.
When all three of them reached the shop, Lily was sitting at a table, a large item covered with her robe, talking to another family.
"Harry, HARRY!" Lily cried when they reached the table. "I've got something for you!" She pulled the robe off of the item. "Happy Birthday!"
It was an owl cage. Inside, a snowy-white owl sat, hooting. "Meet Hedwig!" The man whom she was talking to smiled.
"Well, we better be off!" He said. "Nice seeing you again, Lily!"
"Bye Arthur!" Lily said as the man walked away. Turning to James she said, "That was Arthur Weasley and his family. Well, anyway, Harry, do you like Hedwig?"
"I love her!" he replied smiling at the owl.
"Well good!" Lily said. "I think it would be best if we were to head home, it's getting late!"
Taking Hedwig, Harry followed his parents to where they had entered at. He threw down the Floo Powder and returned home.
There, I finally updated. I will be going on vacation for a few weeks in the beginning of June, and exams are coming up, so be patient once again!
