"So, how did I end up with the Dudleys?" Harriett asked. For some reason, Harold had taken her out to the back of "The Broken Pot", where they now stood before a brick wall.

"They were your only living relatives. I offered to take you in myself but Dumbledude ordered that you stay with the Dudleys."

"We're related?" Harriett said, a little disgusted.

"Yeah. Mrs. Dudley is your mother's sister. She always tried to ignore the magical world ever since Lilly, your mother, got her acceptance letter from Pigpimples. She seems to think we're 'freaks', whatever that is."

Harriett laughed a little. Everything made so much sense now. There was no more darkness.

"My mother's name was Lilly? What was my father's name?" Harriett was just so happy to be learning about her parents.

"James Porter and Lilly Evons. The perfect couple, they were. Now then, Dragon Alley!"

"Dragon Alley?"

Harold laughed. "Don't worry. There's no dragons, or, at least I don' think so. I don't know why it's called that. Joe calls it Diagon Alley. Just another one of his weird names for things. It's kind of like a town square for wizards and witches, I guess. I'm still not completely sure what a town square is, but someone told me that once."

"Joe's a wizard, too?"

"Everyone in there is. Now, then, Dragon Alley!" Harriett looked around. Where was it? They were surrounded by brick walls except the way back into "The Broken Pot."

Harold pulled out a strange, well-polished stick with a carved handle.

"What's that?" Harriett asked.

"Oh, this? This is my wand. I had it taken away for a long time when I was expe- I mean. I just had it taken away for a long time. Professor Dumbledude talked the Ministry of Magic into giving it back, though. Dumbledude is a great man, Harriett. Always listen to him and NEVR insult him around me.' Harriett nodded. Harold turned his attention to a brick wall. He tapped the end of his wand to certain bricks, as if it were a code. He also seemed to mouth numbers as if counting them... "Three to the right..." Harriett heard him whisper to himself. Suddenly, the last brick he tapped seemed to wiggle. It started to roll around in the dried cement, as did the others. They separated to make a kind of door. Harriett's jaw dropped. Not only because of the bricks moving, but what was behind the door. Behind the door, there were lots of old-fashioned shops following down the sides of a long brick road. Harriett stuck her hand through the door. It seemed so much like it had to be an illusion. "Welcome to Dragon Alley." Said Harold with a shrug. Then, Harriett just followed Harold onto the street and the bricks molded back together behind them. Harriett was speechless for a while.

"Harold, you mention the Ministry of Magic. Who are they?"

"They keep the wizarding world secret from muggles." He said simply.

"Oh." They walked past a shop with kids surrounding the widow. Out of curiosity, Harriett got on her tiptoes to see what everyone was looking at.

"WOW! Look at that!" one kid said. It turned out to be a well-polished, old-fashioned broom. This seemed very odd to Harriett. Wouldn't it seem odd to you!?

"It's the Tropst infinity!" another kid said, amazed.

"Harold, what's so amazing about the broom?"

"Well, that's the newest model. It's probably the fastest and all the Quidditch players are going to want one."

"How can a broom be fast?"

"You know, when you fly it?"

"Fly it?"

"Yeah." This was amazing...

"What's Quidditch, anyway?"

"It's a game played on brooms by wizards and witches." It took a while for Harriett to comprehend all of this. People flying on brooms was a big thing to swallow.

Later, they passed a stare called "Wealy's Wizarding Wheezes." In front of the store, there was a pair of redheaded twins who were laughing, hysterically. There was also a girl, who was also wearing boys' clothes, that seemed angry at the boys. She was holding a cupcake with a bite taken out of it.

"What did you do to me!?" the girl yelled at the boys in a surprisingly boyish voice. "I'M A GIRL! AWWW!!!" She yelled, looking down at herself. The twins nearly fell down, laughing. By the doorway of the shop, there was a plate of cupcakes with a sign next to it. The sign read "Gender-changing cupcakes." Harriett laughed.

"Here we are!" Harold finally said. "Olivander's!" The windows of the shop were filled with different wands. They went in to see a strange man with white messy hair who was wearing a tattered black robe with holes in it. The shop was kind of dark and had shelves all around filled with small, slim boxes. By the register was a glass vase with wilting roses in it.

"Hullo, Harold!" was the first thing the man said. "It's been a while. I haven't seen you since you got your wand back... err... Got a new wand I mean. I assume they snapped the first one after you were expelled?"

Harold shuffled his feet. "Yeah..."

"You were expelled?!" Interrupted Harriett.

"Yeah, well, I rather not talk about it." Responded Harold. "Now, I have to go do some things. I'll see you when you come out. Okay, Harriett?"

"Okay.' And with that, Harold left the shop.

"Hullo! I'm Olivander!" The man said, turning to Harriett, when Harold left. "Oh my. Can it be? ... Harriett Porter?!"

"Yes?" Harriett said, a little shyly. It was weird for someone to know her name when she hadn't introduced herself.

"I've been waiting for you." He said, wagging a finger. He ducked behind the register counter and came back up with a box. He blew the dust off of the top, which made Harriett cough. Then, he opened the box, revealing a wand with a dark brown handle and a light brown end. "Try this." He said, handing the wand to Harriett. Harriett didn't know what to do and just stood there with the wand. Olivander sighed. "Like this." He took out another wand and waved it in a circular motion. Harriett did the same-

"Uh-oh." Said Harriett, who was trying her best to keep from laughing.

"What? What happened?" said Olivander who now had purple hair. He was looking around as if looking for something wrong.

"Um, nothing... I mean, nothing happened"

"Hmmm... Curious... I know!" Olivander ran to another shelf and pulled out another box. "Try this one." He said as he handed Harriett a completely white wand. "It has some dragon scales in it." Harriett did the same as she did with the others. Suddenly, all the candles and the fire in the fireplace in the corner went out! They were left in darkness until Olivander clapped twice and they all lit up again! Harriett looked around at all the candles that just lit themselves and then back at Olivander. He seemed to be thinking about what wand to try next. "I wonder,..." he said as he stroked his chin. Then, he turned around and ran to the back of the shop. He reappeared soon after with a completely black wand. "How about this one?" he said, again handing her a wand. Harriett swung it like she had the others, but this time, the candles didn't go out and Olivander's hair didn't turn purple. Instead, the wilting roses on the counter bloomed and a wind seemed to pass through the room.

"...Curious... Very curious..."said Olivander.

"What?"

"Well, That wand contains a very powerful phoenix tail feather." he explained. "Only one other feather of that certain phoenix was put in a wand. That wand belong to What's-his-name, the wizard who gave you that scar..." Harriett felt her scar. Could this be true? What did it mean?

"How much?" Harriett asked, realizing that she had no money.

"Oh. No, no, no..." Olivander said, shaking his head. "For you, nothing."

'Thank you so much!" Harriett thanked as she closed the door. She was wondering about what had just happened.