Author's Notes:
A treat for ya'll! I just saw HP3 in the theatre, so I thought that since I'm in such a good mood (loved that movie) I might as well give everyone else a treat as well and finish up chapter 6! Awesome movie, hilarious start as well, it's different enough from the book that you're not sure what happens next even though you've read it. Hee hee... I might possibly go see it a second time, with a friend, and hopefully better seats (got stuck in 2nd row up front) and then we can immediately launch into a major discussion afterwards or something, lol.
Right, so I didn't get much reviews for my last chappie... was it really that boring? -wink- I know, not the most exciting of chapters, but it needed to be written and out of the way. Oh well, I'll still keep on with this story even if everyone stops reviewing, simply because I'm challenging myself to write a long piece... My longest was only 16 or so pages typed on Microsoft Word. I have no idea how long this one is, since I did it all (save chapter 1) using QuickEdit rather than on Word.
Enjoy, everyone, and please, read & review!

NOW EDITED!

Disclaimer:
My plot bunny didn't get much feeding, guys, only a couple of you gave suggestions as to who Darron (aka Harry) should meet in Diagon Alley, so... ah well. Likewise, I own nothing but the name Darron (is it a real name, per chance?), the plot, and... right, the "new" professors.

Diagon Alley

The 21st of August dawned gloomy and cloudy. Darron spent a few minutes wondering whether it rains in Diagon Alley or not before finally pulling himself out of bed. As he slowly dressed, he began to think of serious concerns. First of all, there was the fact that he would be starting school soon, and with people he knew as adults. His parents and their friends, Snape - he grimaced slightly at that thought - as well as people he knew or heard of in the Ministry.

It was no use worrying, he finally decided. Glancing at the clock, he noted that it was time for breakfast and made his way to the staffroom. Halfway there, Darron wondered if he should get himself "lost", remembering how it took him and Ron a whole week before they could make it down to the Great Hall without getting lost even once. He was saved from needing to make his decision by Professor McGonagall walking towards him.

"Ah, I see you're not managing too badly yet," she smiled at him, "I was just coming to pick you up for breakfast."

Not trusting his voice - reality was finally kicking in, and a lump appeared in Darron's throat - he simply nodded and allowed himself be led to the staff room. They walked in silence, Professor McGonagall trying to plan something "fun" for her teenage charge for the day's trip in Diagon Alley while Darron was fighting back tears and memories. He was not Harry Potter, for Harry Potter did not exist. He was merely a simple wizard with amnesia.

Breakfast was a rather quiet affair, since most of the professors didn't seem to be morning people, and others, such as Dumbledore and McGonagall, were a bit worried about the new student. Darron ate, so lost in thoughts that he was oblivious to everything around him. Breakfast finished, the Headmaster, Deputy Headmistress, and Darron left for Dumbledore's office, where the latter two would be travelling via Floo Powder.

When Dumbledore pulled out a plastic plant sitting on the mantle and offered the plantless pot to him, Darron got a sense of deja vue - it was almost exactly like the first time he travelled by Floo, Mrs Weasley had offered him a flowerpot as well! As he shook his head to clear his memories, Professor McGonagall mistook the action to mean that he didn't know or remember how to travel in this manner.

Taking matters into her own hands, she declared, "Mr... Darron, do not be so apprehensive, watch me, I shall go first and wait for you at our destination. Just remember to speak clearly and you'll be fine."

Darron's lips twitched - speak clearly, that was the same advice he had been given. He watched carefully as the professor picked up a pinch of powder, threw it in the fire before stepping into the emerald green fire and stating, "Diagon Alley!" With a roar from the fire, the professor vanished.

"Your turn now, Mr... Darron," Dumbledore started.

"Excuse me, Headmaster," Darron interrupted politely, "but please, just call me Darron. Every time I hear someone say 'Mr. Darron', it makes me feel as if my name is 'Darron Darron'."

"Of course, my boy!" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled at the remark, "well then, Darron, toss a pinch of the powder into the fire, state your destination, 'Diagon Alley' clearly, and remember to tuck in your elbows, and try closing your eyes as well. I'm sure you'll be just fine." He ended reassuringly.

Darron eyed the powder, remembering how he had ended up in Knockturn Alley that first time he had used it. Sighing and attempting to banish his memories, he stepped up to the fireplace and followed the instructions properly. Tumbling out of the fireplace in Diagon Alley - he still hadn't managed the trick of landing back on his own feet, Professor McGonagall quickly pulled him up, brushed the soot from his clothes briskly, and left the area. They walked for a short while before coming to a store window with a broomstick displayed. There, they saw two dark-haired boys with their noses wedged against the window and commenting on the newest broom in loud, excited voices. Darron was surprised when McGonagall suddenly changed directions and headed over to the two.

"Black, Potter," Darron jumped when she called out the names, "good morning."

By now, the two boys, or rather, young men, turned around a greeted the professor half-heartedly. They were wondering whether they were in trouble and also wished to return to their in-depth studying of the broom. Darron simply stared in amazement - they looked exactly like the time he saw them in Snape's pensieve. This time, he was too excited to feel any sadness or melancholy. McGonagall noticed the change in the amnesic young wizard and an idea formed in her head.

"Black, Potter, I'd like you to meet Mr... Darron," she introduced.

"Er, excuse me, professor," Darron interrupted once more, "please, just call me Darron. Whenever you add a mister to it, I feel like as if my name is 'Darron Darron'."

Professor McGonagall blinked, taken back, before finally replying, "of course, Mr... I'm sorry, Darron. He will be a new sixth year student at Hogwards. Darron, this is Mr. Sirius Black and Mr. James Potter. If all three of you don't mind, Black, Potter, I'd like you to take Darron around Diagon Alley. Darron, here is the list of items you need to buy, as well as the money." She handed the parchment and pouch to Darron. "I'll meet all three of you at the Leaky Cauldron at 12:30 for lunch, my treat. And Black, Potter, behave!"

"Yes, Professor McGonagall," the two friends chorused.

McGonagall glared for a brief moment before pushing Darron towards the pair. She watched the three strike up a tentative conversation before turning to the broomstick once more. She walked off, decideding to wait until noon before she came back. Turning down another street, she soon left the young wizards to themselves and began to shop for things that she needed.

Back in front of the window display, James and Sirius began arguing over the Nimbus Nineteen Ten - the broomstick on sale - over the Comet One Fifty. Darron, unfamiliar with these older models of the broomsticks he was familiar with, stayed silent. The pair soon realized that their new yearmate wasn't joining in with the conversation and changed topics, to Quidditch.

Moving away from the store, they went down the street towards the cauldron store, the closest place in the list of things Darron needed to buy. Unfortunately, as he didn't know anything about the "current" Quidditch teams neither, they were forced to talk about the game itself instead. That started an interesting conversation as they browsed and fooled around in the cauldron store.

"Nah, I say the Beaters have it the hardest. I mean, they're always zipping around, chasing them Bludgers and wacking them and all," Sirius argued.

"The Seekers! I mean, we're forever zipping around the entire field, looking for the tiny Snitch! Do you know how exhausting that is? The constant seeking?" James countered.

"Well personally, I think they're all important. After all, the Keeper has a hell of a time trying to prevent the other team from scoring, or the Chasers doing their best to score. Mind you, I've ever only played one position before, so I really can't say for all the others."

"Oh, really?" Sirius perked up, "which position did you play? Are you gonna join the teams at Hogwarts?"

"I'd love to, just depends on if the position is available or not."

"Well what did you play? Depending on your position and which house you're sorted into, we can tell you if you have a chance or not!" James jumped in

"I haven't been sorted yet, but I'm a Seeker."

"A Seeker!" Both James and Sirius laughed. "Let's hope you're not in Gryffindor then, because James here is a seeker himself and we're both Gryffindors! Let's see, Hufflepuff has a fourth year Seeker, so not much luck there. Slytherins," Sirius sneered, "their Seeker just graduated, so there, it's free. As for Ravenclaw... I'm not sure, because the last I heard, their Seeker wants to drop out this year so she could study for her NEWTs."

The mention of sorting and the four houses made Darron nervous again about his own re-sorting. Would the Sorting Hat recognize him, or would he be just another wizard? Would he stay in Gryffindor then or a different House? It was all too confusing.

"Tell me more about these 'houses'," Darron asked, wishing to hear it from their point of view.

"Obviously, the best house is Gryffindor!" Sirius grinned.

James smacked him on the back of his head before stealing the conversation, "We Gryffindors are well known for our courage! Then you have the Hufflepuffs, who are the most loyal bunch you'll ever find. Ravenclaw has got all the brains, and lastly, you have the slimy Slytherins," James ended darkly.

"Slytherins?" Darron prompted as he handed over the money for his cauldron.

"Slytherins," Sirius spoke, "the worse bunch ever known to walk the earth. They're all into the Dark Arts and care for no one but themselves. A nasty bunch, you don't want to be there."

Darron gulped. He could still remember the Sorting Hat's voice, telling him that Slytherin would lead him to greatness. Worried, he wondered what the pair's reactions would be if he was, by chance, sorted into Slytherin. He was pulled out of his useless frettings by the mention of two very familiar nicknames.

"Hey, too bad Moony and Wormtail couldn't be here!" Sirius whined.

Intrigued, Darron asked, "who or what are Moony and Wormtail?"

"Ah," James exclaimed while shooting a glare at his best friend, "just, two friends of ours. Moony, his real name's Remus, is feeling a bit... unwell, while Wormtail, Peter, is out in France or something with his family."

It was then that Darron remembered the full moon he saw rising while flying last night. Remus would be resting from his transformation right about now, as the Wolfsbane Potion hadn't been invented until a few years after his graduation.

For the rest of the morning, the trio discussed, argued, or ranted about various topics, from Hogwarts to the individual subjects to the Wizarding World in general. Voldemort was very much well and alive in this period of time, and there was a lot of fear and panic going on, as he was trying to recruit followers. At the thought of this, Darron rubbed his forehead worriedly, on the spot where his now camouflaged Voldemort-induced lightning bolt scar was.

Both James and Sirius noticed and frowned. They were awfully curious as to how he got such a nasty wound but were afraid to ask. Luckily for them, Darron noticed their glances and decided to explain and quench their curiousity.

"Wondering about my scar?" Darron grinned to show that he wasn't upset, "I was, er, attacked by a Mumbliar just 3 weeks ago."

The pair winced, they hadn't known that it was such a recent wound. They arrived at the Leaky Cauldron a good half-an-hour early. Deciding to wait for the professor inside, they went in, got a table for four, and ordered a Butterbeer each, drinking and chatting some more. All Darron had left from his shopping list were his robes and his wand. Everything else had been bought and piled up around their table.

Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall was standing inside the broomstick store, purchasing the newest model, the Nimbus Nineteen Ten, as a surprise present for Darron. During breakfast, Madam Hooch mentioned that he was an excellent flier and expressed his wish to join Quidditch. For all that he had been through, from the Mumbliar attack and his amnesia, she, along with Dumbledore and the rest of the staff, decided that he could use a nice surprise gift such as a broomstick to keep him from brooding. The whole staff, with the exception of Filch, who never agreed with anything that would make the students happy, had pitched in and raised the money for the purchasing of the newest model. After requesting the broomstick be sent directly to Hogwarts, she left the store and headed to the Leaky Cauldron.

Upon entering, McGonagall was happy to see the three boys talking happily. Lunch continued in the same manner, as the professor tried her best not to remind them of school or homework or rules. After lunch, James and Sirius were to return home, and asked for Darron's address so they could keep in touch before the school term started. The two were surprised to find out that he was already residing in Hogwarts, albeit a guest room, and even McGonagall promised to find a day for Darron to visit the Potters' home. All three were ecstatic to see Darron in such high spirits.

The four split up, James and Sirius went towards the fireplace inside the pub to floo home while Darron and McGonagall went back into Diagon Alley to get the last of the purchases. McGonagall had shrunk all of Darron's purchases to tiny bags and packages to fit inside her purse. The clothes were measured and trimmed first, at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, which looked the same except for the younger version of Madam Malkin, before setting off to the last item on the list, his wand.

Darron was a bit apprehensive about getting a new wand, after all, his old one had been Voldemort's twin. At the reminder of this, a thrill of horror ran through his body - what if he received that wand now? That would completely throw off his life, because if he did not receive it when he was eleven, then he would never have been able to escape from Voldemort in his fourth year. No no no no no! He was not Harry Potter, he was Darron! He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, allowing his Occlumency skills to kick in.

Professor McGonagall had been calling out for Mr. Ollivander and thus, missed Darron's horror. Once again, after many tries, he finally found the right wand for himself, hornbeam containing a strand of unicorn hair, ten and three quatres inches. There was a different feel to the wand, but yet, it was still comfortable. Happily pocketing his wand, he followed Professor McGonagall back to the floo fireplace and to Dumbledore's office. He was not in at the moment, so she immediately led him back to his room, where she expanded everything and gave him time to unwrap and repack.

Darron went to bed that night with a smile on his face. He got to spend several hours with his - or rather, Harry's - father and godfather, he had a new wand which suited him perfectly, and also a possible visit to the Potter household! All in all, he looked foward to the start of the school year, all worries about sorting and house rivalries and his melancholic past as Harry Potter forgotten as he drifted into dreamland.

End Notes:
Bloody hell, I'm tired. It's now 4:30am (I started around 2am, and before that, I only had 1 paragraph done) and I've finally finished this chapter. My longest yet! Please everyone, read & review! Next chapter shall be Darron's sorting, or Harry's re-sorting! Remember, all suggestions welcome, my plot bunny needs feeding!