Harry ripped open the letter greedily. James and Lily stood side-by-side
in the doorway watching Harry happily.
"Mum, dad, where can I get all of these things?" asked Harry. "A wand? All of my school books, an owl, rat, or cat?" His eyes scanned the letter repeatedly. He couldn't believe he was finally going to Hogwarts; the school where his mother and father met.
"Harry that's an easy question," laughed James. Lily walked over to Harry and kneeled down.
"Let me see your letter," she said as she took it out of his hands. She looked it over and smiled.
"Ah, yes we can find all of this in Diagon Alley." Harry looked at her oddly.
"Diagon Alley? Where's that? What is it? When can we go!" Asked Harry excitedly.
James looked over at Lily and smiled. She got back up and wiped off her skirt.
"Well son, it's where we wizards go to buy our things. Since no muggle shops contain anything that we need." explained James. Harry's face lit up at the thought of going to a place where wizard gather and socialize. He smiled broadly.
"Well, let's get going then!" Harry said eagerly.
- Harry, Lily, and James are down at Diagon Alley retrieving Harry's things -
"Hey dad?" called Harry from behind and owl's cage.
"Yeah, mate?" replied James. He was looking at Harry's list again, trying to make sure he was getting the right books.
"Should I get an owl?" asked Harry while stroking the animals' chest. It was a beautiful snowy white owl. James leaned over and looked at Harry. His son was looking at the owl with such intensity, continually stoking the birds' breast.
"Yes, that would be perfect Harry." Harry's face gleamed and paid for the owl. Once paid for, he picked her up gently but anxiously and showed his mother.
"Hey look mum; I've got myself an owl!" Harry exclaimed excitedly.
"Wow Harry, she's gorgeous. What are you going to name her?" asked Lily while peering into the cage. Harry looked at the owl and tilted his head.
"Ah, well I don't know. While I was looking at some of the books, I saw a name." began Harry.
"It was?" inquired Lily.
"Hedwig, that's perfect I think." Harry nodded and gave it to his mother. He saw Ollivanders.
"That's the wand shop," said Harry. It wasn't exactly a question, he voice was trailing off.
"Yes Harry, go ahead in. Your father and I will get the rest of your things." said Lily. Harry was already heading toward the doors, he didn't hear his mother.
- Inside the wand shop, Harry meets an odd man -
"Hello Harry Potter. I've been waiting for your arrival." said a strange old man. Harry looked at him oddly, he was short and inquisitive.
"How do you know my name?" asked Harry suspiciously. The stout man smiled toothily and leaned forward.
"You look stunningly like your father," he said. Then he looked deeper. "Except for your eyes, your eyes belong to your beautiful mother." Harry was almost scared of the man, but he didn't feel afraid.
"Well, anyway. You are here for a wand, and to the right place you've come." exclaimed the man. Harry looked at him with a sparkle in his eyes as the man wheeled down the rows looking at the boxes. Mr. Ollivander plucked a box from the pile.
"Come young man, try this one!" he mumbled over the heap of boxes. Harry made his way down the rows, examining them with a look of curiosity.
"Well here you go Harry," he handed him the wand. Harry held it in his open palm.
"Give it a whirl, boy!" he snapped slightly. Harry jumped and flicked his wrist. Suddenly, all of the furniture in the room started spinning wildly.
"No, no, definitely not that one. Another look, shall we?" said the odd man. Harry shrugged shyly and placed it on Mr. Ollivanders' desk.
"Here, try this one." Mr. Ollivander gave the wand to Harry. The boy looked at it strangely. While he held it, a odd wind filled the room and Harry's face just lit up.
"Ah huh, well I was wondering if that would be your wand. It is rather curious though, rather curious." The man turned around and picked up the previous wand and replaced it to its proper place. Harry still stood there, looking at his wand, thinking about the mans words.
"What is curious, sir?" asked Harry. He turned around and looked the young man. He rearranged his glasses and peered through them and at Harry.
"The wand you now possess contains a phoenix tail feather. That phoenix only gave two, one that resides in your wand, and one that's within You – Know –Who's. He was a powerful wizard; mind you, terrible but powerful."
"Voldemort's?"
a/n this is similar to the Diagon Alley scene in the first book, and Harry will be on the Hogwarts Express next chapter. Don't worry I'm not giving anything away. Keep reading.
"Mum, dad, where can I get all of these things?" asked Harry. "A wand? All of my school books, an owl, rat, or cat?" His eyes scanned the letter repeatedly. He couldn't believe he was finally going to Hogwarts; the school where his mother and father met.
"Harry that's an easy question," laughed James. Lily walked over to Harry and kneeled down.
"Let me see your letter," she said as she took it out of his hands. She looked it over and smiled.
"Ah, yes we can find all of this in Diagon Alley." Harry looked at her oddly.
"Diagon Alley? Where's that? What is it? When can we go!" Asked Harry excitedly.
James looked over at Lily and smiled. She got back up and wiped off her skirt.
"Well son, it's where we wizards go to buy our things. Since no muggle shops contain anything that we need." explained James. Harry's face lit up at the thought of going to a place where wizard gather and socialize. He smiled broadly.
"Well, let's get going then!" Harry said eagerly.
- Harry, Lily, and James are down at Diagon Alley retrieving Harry's things -
"Hey dad?" called Harry from behind and owl's cage.
"Yeah, mate?" replied James. He was looking at Harry's list again, trying to make sure he was getting the right books.
"Should I get an owl?" asked Harry while stroking the animals' chest. It was a beautiful snowy white owl. James leaned over and looked at Harry. His son was looking at the owl with such intensity, continually stoking the birds' breast.
"Yes, that would be perfect Harry." Harry's face gleamed and paid for the owl. Once paid for, he picked her up gently but anxiously and showed his mother.
"Hey look mum; I've got myself an owl!" Harry exclaimed excitedly.
"Wow Harry, she's gorgeous. What are you going to name her?" asked Lily while peering into the cage. Harry looked at the owl and tilted his head.
"Ah, well I don't know. While I was looking at some of the books, I saw a name." began Harry.
"It was?" inquired Lily.
"Hedwig, that's perfect I think." Harry nodded and gave it to his mother. He saw Ollivanders.
"That's the wand shop," said Harry. It wasn't exactly a question, he voice was trailing off.
"Yes Harry, go ahead in. Your father and I will get the rest of your things." said Lily. Harry was already heading toward the doors, he didn't hear his mother.
- Inside the wand shop, Harry meets an odd man -
"Hello Harry Potter. I've been waiting for your arrival." said a strange old man. Harry looked at him oddly, he was short and inquisitive.
"How do you know my name?" asked Harry suspiciously. The stout man smiled toothily and leaned forward.
"You look stunningly like your father," he said. Then he looked deeper. "Except for your eyes, your eyes belong to your beautiful mother." Harry was almost scared of the man, but he didn't feel afraid.
"Well, anyway. You are here for a wand, and to the right place you've come." exclaimed the man. Harry looked at him with a sparkle in his eyes as the man wheeled down the rows looking at the boxes. Mr. Ollivander plucked a box from the pile.
"Come young man, try this one!" he mumbled over the heap of boxes. Harry made his way down the rows, examining them with a look of curiosity.
"Well here you go Harry," he handed him the wand. Harry held it in his open palm.
"Give it a whirl, boy!" he snapped slightly. Harry jumped and flicked his wrist. Suddenly, all of the furniture in the room started spinning wildly.
"No, no, definitely not that one. Another look, shall we?" said the odd man. Harry shrugged shyly and placed it on Mr. Ollivanders' desk.
"Here, try this one." Mr. Ollivander gave the wand to Harry. The boy looked at it strangely. While he held it, a odd wind filled the room and Harry's face just lit up.
"Ah huh, well I was wondering if that would be your wand. It is rather curious though, rather curious." The man turned around and picked up the previous wand and replaced it to its proper place. Harry still stood there, looking at his wand, thinking about the mans words.
"What is curious, sir?" asked Harry. He turned around and looked the young man. He rearranged his glasses and peered through them and at Harry.
"The wand you now possess contains a phoenix tail feather. That phoenix only gave two, one that resides in your wand, and one that's within You – Know –Who's. He was a powerful wizard; mind you, terrible but powerful."
"Voldemort's?"
a/n this is similar to the Diagon Alley scene in the first book, and Harry will be on the Hogwarts Express next chapter. Don't worry I'm not giving anything away. Keep reading.