A.N: I don't own Harry Potter, but I'm working on it. So get back to me later. Teeheehee

This is chapter 2 and I know it's still rather odd, but I have a plan for this fan fiction….kinda. Oh, and just for the record, anything that Sirius "says" is just him mouthing a lot. I guess James just became pro at reading lips. And what Sirius says will more than likely be in italics. If it's not, then it should be. Teeheehee.

Chapter 2 Diagon Alley

"MOM!!!" yelled James from the top of the stairs. When she didn't answer immediately, James called out again, "MOM!!!"

"What?" asked Mrs. Potter from the kitchen.

"When are we going to go to Diagon Alley?" James inquired. "You said we could go today."

"We'll go soon," came the slightly impatient reply.

James sighed in impatience and then turned and entered Sirius's bedroom. It was actually the guest bedroom but since Sirius had been disowned (for something he couldn't help, James thought angrily), that room had become his.

When he entered the room, Sirius looked up and smiled slightly. "When are we going to go to Diagon Alley?" asked Sirius.

"Soon," answered James. He gazed around Sirius's room. There were posters of Quiditch teams on his wall and there were clothes thrown all over the floor. Sirius was not the most organized person.

"I want cake," said Sirius randomly. James looked over at Sirius as if he had gone insane, which he might have.

"Um….well what do you want me to do about it?" James stated. He raised his eyebrows and shook his head slightly.

"Well, you could get me cake," suggested Sirius.

"Sorry but we don't have cake," laughed James.

Sirius rolled his eyes and sat down on his bed. He picked up a magazine and began to scan it.

"So, Sirius….what's up?" asked James, trying to make conversation.

Sirius looked up slightly surprised. "Nothing incredibly exciting. What's up with you?"

"Nothing," said James.

"You seem a bit odd today. Ever since we got our Hogwarts letters actually," he pointed out.

James sighed, not sure whether or not he should tell his friend what was on his mind. He was still thinking about what his mother had said about the Black family. He knew that Sirius didn't want pity.

"Well?" pressed Sirius.

"Well, last night my mom talked to me about why your parents well….why your parents don't want you around. And why they disowned you. I….I don't know. I guess that's just kind of disturbing to me," explained James.

Sirius sat on his bed, not saying anything. "It's ok," he finally said. He looked slightly disturbed though. He looked as if he was gonna say something else, but just then James's mom called out, "Boys, come on, let's go. Before I change my mind."

"Come on," urged James, not really wanting to know what Sirius's response would be.

"Ok," he agreed and got up to walk out the door. James followed him out and they both walked down the stairs together.

"What's up with the somber faces?" asked Mrs. Potter when she saw them.

"Nothing, mom," James answered hurriedly. "Come on, let's go before everything closes or everything ends up being sold out."

"You mean everything in a certain Quiditch store?" laughed Mrs. Potter, herding them towards the fireplace. "Ok, James, you and Sirius go first and I'll follow. Don't you dare do anything stupid that I wouldn't approve of. That means no mischief, trouble, pranks, jokes, no....anything else you probably will think of in the mere seconds you are left alone."

"Yes mom," exclaimed James, eager to be on his way to Diagon Alley.

"We'll be good. What could we possibly do in the short amount of time you won't be supervising us?" added Sirius.

"I don't want to think about it," joked Mrs. Potter. "Ok, you two can go now."

James and Sirius walked into the fireplace, with James grabbing the floo powder. Sirius grabbed James's shoulder so he wouldn't be left behind, and James shouted it, "DIAGON ALLEY!" and they were gone.

The two boys came shooting out of a fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. They stood up and waited for James's mom to join them. She came moments later and dusted herself and the boys off.

"Ok, come on now. Let's go get your wands first, considering those are the things you wanted the most," said Mrs. Potter, leading the way.

James and Sirius smiled as they followed her down the crowded streets of Diagon Alley, after, of course, they had entered it.

"I'll bet it takes you forever to find your wand," teased James, prodding Sirius with his elbow. "And I'll probably get mine immediately."

"Dream on, Potter," replied Sirius, and walked faster to catch up with James's mom.

"It's true," taunted James, knowing that he was probably pushing his friend a little too much.

Suddenly Sirius spun around, looking threatening. "That's enough James," he snapped.

James halted somewhat surprised. Sirius was worried, he could tell. James supposed that Sirius had been afraid that he wouldn't have gotten in because of his impairment. James felt sorry for his friend. He was probably thinking that he would be abandoned by James all because he would meet new people who could talk and would also want to be his friend. James was gonna prove him wrong though.

"Here we are, boys," Mrs. Potter gestured toward a shabby looking store with dust in the window display. A wand was lying on a faded pillow. "This is where you'll get your wands. Come on."

When they entered the shop, a little tinkling bell rang. Sirius looked around apprehensively. "What if there isn't a wand here for me," worried Sirius. James also looked a bit nervous.

"Mom, where's the guy that owns the place?" asked James, looking around slightly confused.

"You'll see," replied his mother in a tantalizing kind of voice.

"Is there something I could help you with, Mr. Potter?" asked an odd voice from some shadows.

Both James and Sirius jumped and spun around. The man stepped up to the counter and gazed at his three customers. "Ah, Mr. Potter. I was wondering when I would get to see you. Your mother had quite a good wand. One that was good for charms. I wonder what your strong point will be. Ah yes, I do. Well, come here boy and we'll start trying out wands."

James tentavely moved up to the counter as the old man rummaged around behind the counter looking for a wand. Presently, he reemerged with a box. Carefully, he pulled the wand out and handed it to James. James gazed at it and then, feeling rather foolish, waved it around. There was no reaction, so he handed it back to the owner of the store.

"Not that one. Well, how about...this one!"

James took the second wand and waved it around as well. There was no reaction from that one either, so he sheepishly handed it back. James was very much aware of Sirius standing behind him, silently laughing.

"Apparantly not that one either. Well, you are a tricky one. Well, you can try this one."

James was handed another one, and like the two before it, there was no reaction at all. James repeated this process for about half an hour before finally finding one that was perfect for him. He grinned in relief and took his wand and walked over to his mother. "You're turn Sirius," James muttered. Sirius sent him a glare and cautiosly walked to the counter.

"Ah, Mr. Black. I wasn't sure if I'd see you or not. Anyways, you should have a lot of potential, aye? With your mother being who she was. And your father....Both of their wands were extremely good for the dark arts. The wand choses the wizard though. I wonder which one will choose you. Yes, I wonder. Well, here," he said, rumaging around for a wand. He handed it to Sirius, who took it nervously. "Try this one. I think this one would be good for you."

Sirius looked at it and then waved it. Nothing happened so he handed the wand back to the strange man, who immediately began looking for another wand. He picked one up and gazed at it carefully, a thoughtful look on his face. "I think this one may be the best one for you, Master Black, here."

Sirius took the wand and shook it. Warmth spread to his fingertips and a smile came to Sirius's face. This was his wand. James watched in slight awe. He was filled with envy at his friend for finding his wand so quickly.

"I thought so. Good at the dark arts as well, but also very good at transfiguration. As is yours, Mr. Potter, but not so good in the dark arts as your friend's here is. I've never forgotten a wand that I've sold."

Mrs. Potter paid the man and led the two boys out of the shop. Both looked very happy at their new wands.

"Wonder what that's supposed to mean," Sirius said, gazing at his wand, mixed emotions showing on his face.

"What what's supposed to mean?" asked James, looking at his friend in a confused manner.

"Good in the dark arts. Does that mean I'll be like my parents?"

James thought for a moment. "I don't know what that means exactly, but there's no way you'll be like your parents."

Sirius looked at James appreciatively and smiled slightly. The rest of the walk was continued in silence, both pondering different things.

"Let's go get your books right now," suggested Mrs. Potter suddenly.

"Why dont' Sirius and I go get our robes while you get our books," returned James. "It'll save time."

Mrs. Potter thought for a moment and then gave her permission. "But be good you two," she called after them.

They both ignored her and hurried to the robe store while James's mother went to the book store. They ran in and waited for a moment. A plump lady came out and looked at the two boys.

"Hogwarts, aye?" she asked, looking at both of them closely.

"Yes, ma'am," answered James.

"Well come on back then and we'll get you both fitted." The lady led them back to a room where there were a few stools. Someone was already standing on a stool with pale hair and ice blue eyes. When they entered the room, the boy snapped around and looked at them. A sneer curled on his lips.

"Well, if it isn't Potter and Black. How amusing. How has your speech been going?" he taunted.

"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped James angrily. Next to him, Sirius stood rigid, his normally friendly eyes now cold and his usual pleasant demeanor threatening.

"Ha," Malfoy laughed, "he still can't talk. Personally, I think everyone should be on their hands and knees thanking your mother for making you permanently silent. It's such a nicer sound than your voice."

"Why I oughta-"

"You're done, Mr. Malfoy," a voice called out, and the plump lady came out and got James and Sirius settled on the stools. Malfoy got down and glared at them, the sneer still in place.

"I'll see you in school, Potter, Black." He left and both boys watched him leave with disdain.

"You ok, Sirius?" asked James, looking at his friend carefully.

Sirius nodded and pursed his lips. The fitting took no time at all and soon they were at the book store. James's mom was waiting for them there, holding a few more bags than she should have.

"You two took so long that I was able to go to the other stores to get your supplies. We can go home now."

Mrs. Potter had expected James to complain loudly and Sirius to shake his head and make puppy dog faces at her. Neither of the boys did either of those things though, which made her slightly worried. She brushed it off as them being tired and led the way to the Leaky Cauldron.

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A.N- Ok, I know that chapter was kinda long, but I wasn't sure where to stop. So...yeah. Anyways, the next chapter will be coming soon, mainly because I have way too much time on my hands.