A/N: Okay, the last chapter was all touching and fluffy, but now we will
finally be getting to the magical stuff.
Oh, and remember, **** means a flashback or memory.
Thanks to PheonixFire and snori ng snoopy.
CH7: Diagon Alley
~"Right!" The other two agreed and they continued to spend the rest of the day discussing all the pranking possibilities Harry had with magic.~
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Word got around quickly that Harry Potter was leaving for private boarding school in Scotland and, without his knowledge, everyone was planning a farewell party for him. The next two weeks went by normally. Harry and his two best friends were determined to spend all of the remaining time they had to it's fullest-playing jokes, seeing all of the sites in town Harry would miss, and just being together. On the 15th of August, however, was the day things changed. It was when Harry would finally get his school supplies.
He bid his two friends goodbye and went to wait in the Headmistress' office for Hagrid.
"Nervous, Harry?" smiled Miss Weston as she watched Harry chew on his bottom lip, a sure sign he was anxious about anything.
"A little," he admitted. "What if they recognize me?"
"They won't. Your disguise is perfect. Even Manda and Elle had a hard time recognizing you in it." Which was true. Harry flashed back to when he had shown them his new look.
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"Hey, Harr. Didn't you say that you were going to change your appearance when you go to school? What'll you look like?" questioned Elle when they were watching a movie in her basement.
"Yeah, show us," Manda chimed in.
"Alright." And he waved his hand over his face to the image he thought up with Dumbledore. The girls' mouths dropped open. Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Manda got out a coherent sentence...
"Bloody hell."
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There was a knock on the door. Harry went to open it and his jaw dropped. Standing in the doorframe, was the largest man Harry had ever seen. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard his most of his face, he had hands the size of dustbin lids and his feet were like baby dolphins.* This had to be Hagrid.
"An' here's young Harry," said Hagrid, stooping into the office. "Las' time I saw you, you was only a baby.**" He spoke with a thick accent Harry couldn't place. "Let me reintroduce meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."
"It's nice to meet you again, Hagrid," said Harry. He was shocked at how huge Hagrid really was, but politely hid it. "Um, this is Miss Weston, she's the Headmistress here." The two shook hands.
"I don' wanna be impolite, but we must be goin'. Got lots ter do today. You have ter change now, Harry," Hagrid said, motioning to his face. Harry complied. "'Mazing. But yeh can't look like you in Diagon Alley. Yeh look too much like yer dad, but yeh've got yer mum's eyes."
They said good-bye to Miss Weston and set off down to the bus station. "Excuse me, but what's Diagon Alley?," Harry asked.
"It's where we'll shop today."
An hour of riding buses and the reached a busy street lined with shops.
"This is it. The Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place." It was a tiny pub. If Hagrid hadn't pointed it out, Harry probably wouldn't have noticed it. They walked inside.
It seemed that Hagrid was a regular at this place. Everyone seemed to know him. "The usual, Hagrid?" called a man at the bar.
"Can't Tom. I'm on Hogwarts' business."
"Who's the kid?"
Harry stepped forward before Hagrid could answer. "Evan Andrews. Do you own this place?"
"That I do. I'm Tom Wallace, owner and proprietor of the Leaky Cauldron for forty years."
"It's nice to meet you, Tom."
"Why don't you sit down and have a drink, Evan?"
"Call me Andy, everyone does. And I'm sorry, I don't have any money on me yet-" But Tom cut him off.
"Nonsense, it's on the house. Ever had a Butterbeer before?"
"A what?"
"We really don't 'ave time fer this Andy," Hagrid interjected.
"It'll just take a minute," Harry argued. "Please?"
"Alright, just one." They sat down at the bar. Tom passed Harry a mug of foamy amber liquid. Hesitantly, he took a sip. His eyes widened and he gulped more down.
"I was seriously deprived as a child not to have this." Tom chuckled and they continued on to talk about different things. Tom was explaining the different houses at Hogwarts.
"Well, there are four houses. Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. I was in Gryffindor myself."
"How do they sort you into the houses?" asked Harry.
"That's a secret," Tom answered with a wink. "But it does depend on your personality. Hufflepuffs are hardworking, Gryffindors are brave, Ravenclaws are smart, and Slytherins are cunning."
Harry thought really hard about that. 'Which house will I be in?' He started listing his different traits in his head, but Hagrid interrupted. " Well, Tom, must get on - lots ter buy. Come on, Andy."
"Come again soon. It was nice talking to you," Tom said as they made their way out the back door of the pub.
"Hagrid?" Harry questioned. "What houses were my parents in?" Hagrid looked down at him.
"Yer father was a Gryffindor, but yer mother was a Ravenclaw." Meanwhile, he was counting bricks. :"Three up ... two across ... right, stand back." He tapped the wall three times with the point of an umbrella he pulled out of his coat. The brick he hit wiggled and in the middle of it a small hole appeared. It grew wider and wider until it was a massive archway. Hagrid stepped forward and said,
"Welcome to Diagon Alley."
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Alright, my fingers are tired so I'll leave it there. More tomorrow. * = description from 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' English Version pg 16
** = this dialog and many others in this chapter are from 'HP and the Philosopher's Stone' English Version ch 5 'Diagon Alley'
And I apologize for my Hagrid speech. I did my best.
Oh, and remember, **** means a flashback or memory.
Thanks to PheonixFire and snori ng snoopy.
CH7: Diagon Alley
~"Right!" The other two agreed and they continued to spend the rest of the day discussing all the pranking possibilities Harry had with magic.~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Word got around quickly that Harry Potter was leaving for private boarding school in Scotland and, without his knowledge, everyone was planning a farewell party for him. The next two weeks went by normally. Harry and his two best friends were determined to spend all of the remaining time they had to it's fullest-playing jokes, seeing all of the sites in town Harry would miss, and just being together. On the 15th of August, however, was the day things changed. It was when Harry would finally get his school supplies.
He bid his two friends goodbye and went to wait in the Headmistress' office for Hagrid.
"Nervous, Harry?" smiled Miss Weston as she watched Harry chew on his bottom lip, a sure sign he was anxious about anything.
"A little," he admitted. "What if they recognize me?"
"They won't. Your disguise is perfect. Even Manda and Elle had a hard time recognizing you in it." Which was true. Harry flashed back to when he had shown them his new look.
*****************************************************************
"Hey, Harr. Didn't you say that you were going to change your appearance when you go to school? What'll you look like?" questioned Elle when they were watching a movie in her basement.
"Yeah, show us," Manda chimed in.
"Alright." And he waved his hand over his face to the image he thought up with Dumbledore. The girls' mouths dropped open. Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Manda got out a coherent sentence...
"Bloody hell."
**************************************************************
There was a knock on the door. Harry went to open it and his jaw dropped. Standing in the doorframe, was the largest man Harry had ever seen. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard his most of his face, he had hands the size of dustbin lids and his feet were like baby dolphins.* This had to be Hagrid.
"An' here's young Harry," said Hagrid, stooping into the office. "Las' time I saw you, you was only a baby.**" He spoke with a thick accent Harry couldn't place. "Let me reintroduce meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."
"It's nice to meet you again, Hagrid," said Harry. He was shocked at how huge Hagrid really was, but politely hid it. "Um, this is Miss Weston, she's the Headmistress here." The two shook hands.
"I don' wanna be impolite, but we must be goin'. Got lots ter do today. You have ter change now, Harry," Hagrid said, motioning to his face. Harry complied. "'Mazing. But yeh can't look like you in Diagon Alley. Yeh look too much like yer dad, but yeh've got yer mum's eyes."
They said good-bye to Miss Weston and set off down to the bus station. "Excuse me, but what's Diagon Alley?," Harry asked.
"It's where we'll shop today."
An hour of riding buses and the reached a busy street lined with shops.
"This is it. The Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place." It was a tiny pub. If Hagrid hadn't pointed it out, Harry probably wouldn't have noticed it. They walked inside.
It seemed that Hagrid was a regular at this place. Everyone seemed to know him. "The usual, Hagrid?" called a man at the bar.
"Can't Tom. I'm on Hogwarts' business."
"Who's the kid?"
Harry stepped forward before Hagrid could answer. "Evan Andrews. Do you own this place?"
"That I do. I'm Tom Wallace, owner and proprietor of the Leaky Cauldron for forty years."
"It's nice to meet you, Tom."
"Why don't you sit down and have a drink, Evan?"
"Call me Andy, everyone does. And I'm sorry, I don't have any money on me yet-" But Tom cut him off.
"Nonsense, it's on the house. Ever had a Butterbeer before?"
"A what?"
"We really don't 'ave time fer this Andy," Hagrid interjected.
"It'll just take a minute," Harry argued. "Please?"
"Alright, just one." They sat down at the bar. Tom passed Harry a mug of foamy amber liquid. Hesitantly, he took a sip. His eyes widened and he gulped more down.
"I was seriously deprived as a child not to have this." Tom chuckled and they continued on to talk about different things. Tom was explaining the different houses at Hogwarts.
"Well, there are four houses. Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. I was in Gryffindor myself."
"How do they sort you into the houses?" asked Harry.
"That's a secret," Tom answered with a wink. "But it does depend on your personality. Hufflepuffs are hardworking, Gryffindors are brave, Ravenclaws are smart, and Slytherins are cunning."
Harry thought really hard about that. 'Which house will I be in?' He started listing his different traits in his head, but Hagrid interrupted. " Well, Tom, must get on - lots ter buy. Come on, Andy."
"Come again soon. It was nice talking to you," Tom said as they made their way out the back door of the pub.
"Hagrid?" Harry questioned. "What houses were my parents in?" Hagrid looked down at him.
"Yer father was a Gryffindor, but yer mother was a Ravenclaw." Meanwhile, he was counting bricks. :"Three up ... two across ... right, stand back." He tapped the wall three times with the point of an umbrella he pulled out of his coat. The brick he hit wiggled and in the middle of it a small hole appeared. It grew wider and wider until it was a massive archway. Hagrid stepped forward and said,
"Welcome to Diagon Alley."
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Alright, my fingers are tired so I'll leave it there. More tomorrow. * = description from 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' English Version pg 16
** = this dialog and many others in this chapter are from 'HP and the Philosopher's Stone' English Version ch 5 'Diagon Alley'
And I apologize for my Hagrid speech. I did my best.
