Tidmag: Thanks for your review! This'll be the chapter with most of the
Diagon Ally stuff in it, so it should turn out to be pretty interesting!
Savanah: Savanah, I've told you before, your nuts. I'll see you in school Monday. You better eat lunch with us and not let April take you to French Club again!!!
Kevin-McKay: Thanks for reviewing again, and thank you. I'd correct that mistake, but lets pretend you guys all know what I meant.
Mouse: Nope, Dudley isn't going to be siding with Malfoy in THIS fic. After all, he's not a pureblood or anything. And trust me, he's going to have several run-ins with first years who won't take any crap from him, pardon my French.
Albert Lopez: Thanks!
HarryGryffinGirl: Yes Ma'am.
Now, onto the fic!
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Dudley stared after his cousin in shock, then took a deep breath. 'I can do this.' He thought, trying to regain his nerve. 'They're just goblins, after all. Bankers. Just really ugly bankers.' He waited for the goblin that had taken his money to come back.
He still couldn't cope with the fact that he was a wizard. It was too much of a new thing for him. He had never displayed any signs of magic before now. Dudley sighed.
"Here you go, sir." The goblin said, pushing pile of gold, silver, and bronze coins at him. "Here's a bag, too." the goblin set the bag next to the coins. "Next!"
Dudley moved out of the way, shoving his coins into his bag. He leaned against the wall and watched the other customers while he waited.
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After two wild cart rides, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were back upstairs. "Where'd Dudley go?" Ron asked.
"He's over there," Harry said, pointing.
"Where, I don't see him.. Oh wait, yes I do. I thought for a moment that he was just an incredibly ugly painting or something."
Harry and Hermione sniggered as the three walked towards Dudley.
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Dudley watched his cousin and his cousin's friends approach. "So uh where to next?" he asked, trying not to sound too stupid.
"Madam Malkin's, I suppose." Harry said. "You'll need your robes."
"Robes?"
"They're like your school uniform." Hermione explained in her know-it- all tone.
"Oh. can we go now?"
"Why, Dudley? Does this place freak you out or something?" Ron asked. Dudley said nothing.
"Stop it, guys." Harry said. "Come on. Madam Malkin's is just down the street." The three started off. Dudley followed a little behind, absorbing Diagon Ally as they walked. Finally they ended up outside what could have only been Madam Malkin's. Harry opened the door and the four filed in.
"My, my." Madam Malkin said. "I haven't seen you around here before, have I?" she was looking at Dudley.
"N-n-no." he stuttered.
"He needs robes." Hermione said. "He's starting at Hogwarts this year."
"Isn't he a bit. big to be a first year?"
"I came into my magic late." Dudley said defensively.
"Oh fine, get up there on the short stool there, that's a-" There was a breaking noise. "On second thought, just stay there." She began cleaning up the stool, which had broken under Dudley's weight.
Dudley was flushing an interesting reddish shade. 'He looks a bit like Uncle Vernon.' Harry thought to himself.
Several other mishaps happened at the shop, Madam Hooch having to get a larger measuring tape to measure him, for one. Also, it took her a long while to get Dudley's robes, as she had to make them herself. They had none in his size.
So Harry, Ron, and Hermione waited, bored, wanting to go get the other stuff they needed. Finally Dudley had his robes and they could leave.
"Lets get our books next," Hermione suggested. "That shouldn't take too long. Then we can get the rest of the stuff Dudley'll need."
"Good plan, Hermione." Ron agreed, walking quickly across the street to Flourish and Blotts. The rest followed single file with Dudley bringing up the end.
"Here we are, Dudley." Harry said. "Get your books."
"But where are they?" Dudley asked, looking around the massive bookshop.
"Ask for help. People here are nice."
Dudley waddled up to the front desk. "Er excuse me.." he began, trying to get the elderly shop keeper's attention.
"Yes? What do you need, son?"
Dudley mutely handed the man his book list. The man adjusted his glasses read. "Aren't you a bit old for first year stuff?"
"I. I came into my magic late." Dudley tried to explain.
"Huh? Speak up sonny! I can't hear you."
"I came into my magic late!" Dudley repeated, much louder. He succeeded in getting the attention from everyone in the store. Most to all of the people started laughing.
"Oh! Why didn't you just say so?" the shopkeeper asked, a friendly grin on his face. Apparently he was too death to hear the people laughing.
"I did." Dudley muttered
"What's that, sonny?"
"N-nothing sir."
"Alright then, let me get these for you." the shopkeeper limped around the shop, randomly grabbing the books Dudley needed off the shelves. "That'll be 100. wait, I mean, 10 galleons and 12 sickles." He announced.
"Uh." Dudley pulled out a handful of money. "I. I don't know about-"
"Let me help you." Hermione said, taking Dudley's money and counting out the right amount for him.
"I don't need your help!" Dudley snapped. Hermione flinched.
"Watch it, Dudley." Ron said coldly. "Keep that attitude up and you won't be popular at all. With anyone but my fist, that is." Dudley shut up.
Harry was trying his hardest not to laugh. It wasn't every day that he saw Dudley this frightened of his friends, after all.
Dudley grabbed his books and waddled out of the store, having to turn sideways to get out the door, which only caused more laughed in the store. Shutting his eyes, Dudley walked into the street, trying to tone out their laughter. Instead, he succeeded in bumping into someone.
"Watch where you're going, you filthy mudblood." Came Draco Malfoy's drawl. "You could of knocked down my shopping!" Behind him was a servant, apparently trying to carry all of the things Draco needed for school. ((A/N Draco Malfoy is MINE! I hate to admit it, but I have a thing for just about all white-blond/white/silver haired guys.))
"Watch it yourself," Dudley snapped back, rudely shoving by Malfoy.
Malfoy blinked. "How dare-" he stopped, seeing Harry, Hermione, and Ron watching from the doorway of Flourish and Botts. "So. Your with them?" he jerked his head in the trio's direction.
Dudley shrugged. "No. My dad's making Harry help me out. Says that since we've taken Harry in for the last 15 years the least he could do would be to show his cousin around Diagon Ally."
Malfoy's thin lips curled into a malicious smile. "Really, so your Harry's cousin.?"
Dudley nodded, his many chins wobbling with the action.
"I see no family resemblance." Malfoy said coldly. "Mudblood, don't try to act bigger then you are-" he paused. "On second thought, your bigger than everyone else at Hogwarts, in size." He started down the cobblestone street, his servant following.
Dudley blinked. "What an uptight-"
"So I see you met Malfoy." Ron interrupted, the three of them having walked up to Dudley. ((A/N I'm trying to keep the fic at G, but if I make any slips, I'm sure I'll have people telling me.))
"That's his name?"
"Yup, I'm surprised you two aren't all chummy. You have something in common. A hate for Harry here." Ron nudged Harry, who was trying to clean his glasses.
Sticking them back on his face, Harry sighed. "Ron, don't give him any ideas." He said sternly. "Dudley, come on, lets get your wand." They started off towards Ollivanders. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In Harry's opinion, Ollivanders was unusually crowded, there being at least three people in front of them waiting to get their wands. Two out of the three people were done quickly, the third person taking quite a while because she couldn't figure out if she was left or right handed. Finally it was Dudley's turn. He approached Ollivander nervously; looking the man over while Ollivander measured him. "Try this." Was the first thing that Ollivander said to him, holding out a wand. Dudley reached out for it, grasping it in his fat hand, but the wand was quickly pulled away from him and another was put in its place. "Wave it." Ollivander commanded. Dudley obeyed, feeling quite stupid. Nothing happened. The wand was jerked out of his hand. "Try this, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Well, what are you waiting for? Try it already!" Dudley waved it, feeling a sudden warmth in his fingers. Purple sparks shot out the end. He dropped the wand in surprise. Mr. Ollivander bent down and picked it up. "This is your wand," he said, handing it back to Dudley. "It chose you. That'll be seven galleons." He held out his hand. Dudley dug around in his pocket and handed Mr. Ollivander the gold. Turning around, Dudley realized that Harry, Hermione, and Ron weren't standing in the shop anymore. He stepped outside the store and looked around. They were nowhere to be seen. He felt the first tinglings of fear running down his spine. Where were his guides? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Ron, should we really be doing this?" Hermione asked as she, Harry, and Ron walked down Diagon Ally's cobblestone street. "Why not, 'Mione?" Ron asked. "Its not like he hasn't made Harry's life miserable for the last 15 or so years." "But still... this is all new to him. We shouldn't be ditching him like this, should we? Think of all the trouble he could get into!" "I am, Hermione, trust me I am!" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sorry for such a short chappy. I wanted to get it up so I could start on the next one, and this seemed as good a place as any to stop..
Savanah: Savanah, I've told you before, your nuts. I'll see you in school Monday. You better eat lunch with us and not let April take you to French Club again!!!
Kevin-McKay: Thanks for reviewing again, and thank you. I'd correct that mistake, but lets pretend you guys all know what I meant.
Mouse: Nope, Dudley isn't going to be siding with Malfoy in THIS fic. After all, he's not a pureblood or anything. And trust me, he's going to have several run-ins with first years who won't take any crap from him, pardon my French.
Albert Lopez: Thanks!
HarryGryffinGirl: Yes Ma'am.
Now, onto the fic!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dudley stared after his cousin in shock, then took a deep breath. 'I can do this.' He thought, trying to regain his nerve. 'They're just goblins, after all. Bankers. Just really ugly bankers.' He waited for the goblin that had taken his money to come back.
He still couldn't cope with the fact that he was a wizard. It was too much of a new thing for him. He had never displayed any signs of magic before now. Dudley sighed.
"Here you go, sir." The goblin said, pushing pile of gold, silver, and bronze coins at him. "Here's a bag, too." the goblin set the bag next to the coins. "Next!"
Dudley moved out of the way, shoving his coins into his bag. He leaned against the wall and watched the other customers while he waited.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After two wild cart rides, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were back upstairs. "Where'd Dudley go?" Ron asked.
"He's over there," Harry said, pointing.
"Where, I don't see him.. Oh wait, yes I do. I thought for a moment that he was just an incredibly ugly painting or something."
Harry and Hermione sniggered as the three walked towards Dudley.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dudley watched his cousin and his cousin's friends approach. "So uh where to next?" he asked, trying not to sound too stupid.
"Madam Malkin's, I suppose." Harry said. "You'll need your robes."
"Robes?"
"They're like your school uniform." Hermione explained in her know-it- all tone.
"Oh. can we go now?"
"Why, Dudley? Does this place freak you out or something?" Ron asked. Dudley said nothing.
"Stop it, guys." Harry said. "Come on. Madam Malkin's is just down the street." The three started off. Dudley followed a little behind, absorbing Diagon Ally as they walked. Finally they ended up outside what could have only been Madam Malkin's. Harry opened the door and the four filed in.
"My, my." Madam Malkin said. "I haven't seen you around here before, have I?" she was looking at Dudley.
"N-n-no." he stuttered.
"He needs robes." Hermione said. "He's starting at Hogwarts this year."
"Isn't he a bit. big to be a first year?"
"I came into my magic late." Dudley said defensively.
"Oh fine, get up there on the short stool there, that's a-" There was a breaking noise. "On second thought, just stay there." She began cleaning up the stool, which had broken under Dudley's weight.
Dudley was flushing an interesting reddish shade. 'He looks a bit like Uncle Vernon.' Harry thought to himself.
Several other mishaps happened at the shop, Madam Hooch having to get a larger measuring tape to measure him, for one. Also, it took her a long while to get Dudley's robes, as she had to make them herself. They had none in his size.
So Harry, Ron, and Hermione waited, bored, wanting to go get the other stuff they needed. Finally Dudley had his robes and they could leave.
"Lets get our books next," Hermione suggested. "That shouldn't take too long. Then we can get the rest of the stuff Dudley'll need."
"Good plan, Hermione." Ron agreed, walking quickly across the street to Flourish and Blotts. The rest followed single file with Dudley bringing up the end.
"Here we are, Dudley." Harry said. "Get your books."
"But where are they?" Dudley asked, looking around the massive bookshop.
"Ask for help. People here are nice."
Dudley waddled up to the front desk. "Er excuse me.." he began, trying to get the elderly shop keeper's attention.
"Yes? What do you need, son?"
Dudley mutely handed the man his book list. The man adjusted his glasses read. "Aren't you a bit old for first year stuff?"
"I. I came into my magic late." Dudley tried to explain.
"Huh? Speak up sonny! I can't hear you."
"I came into my magic late!" Dudley repeated, much louder. He succeeded in getting the attention from everyone in the store. Most to all of the people started laughing.
"Oh! Why didn't you just say so?" the shopkeeper asked, a friendly grin on his face. Apparently he was too death to hear the people laughing.
"I did." Dudley muttered
"What's that, sonny?"
"N-nothing sir."
"Alright then, let me get these for you." the shopkeeper limped around the shop, randomly grabbing the books Dudley needed off the shelves. "That'll be 100. wait, I mean, 10 galleons and 12 sickles." He announced.
"Uh." Dudley pulled out a handful of money. "I. I don't know about-"
"Let me help you." Hermione said, taking Dudley's money and counting out the right amount for him.
"I don't need your help!" Dudley snapped. Hermione flinched.
"Watch it, Dudley." Ron said coldly. "Keep that attitude up and you won't be popular at all. With anyone but my fist, that is." Dudley shut up.
Harry was trying his hardest not to laugh. It wasn't every day that he saw Dudley this frightened of his friends, after all.
Dudley grabbed his books and waddled out of the store, having to turn sideways to get out the door, which only caused more laughed in the store. Shutting his eyes, Dudley walked into the street, trying to tone out their laughter. Instead, he succeeded in bumping into someone.
"Watch where you're going, you filthy mudblood." Came Draco Malfoy's drawl. "You could of knocked down my shopping!" Behind him was a servant, apparently trying to carry all of the things Draco needed for school. ((A/N Draco Malfoy is MINE! I hate to admit it, but I have a thing for just about all white-blond/white/silver haired guys.))
"Watch it yourself," Dudley snapped back, rudely shoving by Malfoy.
Malfoy blinked. "How dare-" he stopped, seeing Harry, Hermione, and Ron watching from the doorway of Flourish and Botts. "So. Your with them?" he jerked his head in the trio's direction.
Dudley shrugged. "No. My dad's making Harry help me out. Says that since we've taken Harry in for the last 15 years the least he could do would be to show his cousin around Diagon Ally."
Malfoy's thin lips curled into a malicious smile. "Really, so your Harry's cousin.?"
Dudley nodded, his many chins wobbling with the action.
"I see no family resemblance." Malfoy said coldly. "Mudblood, don't try to act bigger then you are-" he paused. "On second thought, your bigger than everyone else at Hogwarts, in size." He started down the cobblestone street, his servant following.
Dudley blinked. "What an uptight-"
"So I see you met Malfoy." Ron interrupted, the three of them having walked up to Dudley. ((A/N I'm trying to keep the fic at G, but if I make any slips, I'm sure I'll have people telling me.))
"That's his name?"
"Yup, I'm surprised you two aren't all chummy. You have something in common. A hate for Harry here." Ron nudged Harry, who was trying to clean his glasses.
Sticking them back on his face, Harry sighed. "Ron, don't give him any ideas." He said sternly. "Dudley, come on, lets get your wand." They started off towards Ollivanders. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In Harry's opinion, Ollivanders was unusually crowded, there being at least three people in front of them waiting to get their wands. Two out of the three people were done quickly, the third person taking quite a while because she couldn't figure out if she was left or right handed. Finally it was Dudley's turn. He approached Ollivander nervously; looking the man over while Ollivander measured him. "Try this." Was the first thing that Ollivander said to him, holding out a wand. Dudley reached out for it, grasping it in his fat hand, but the wand was quickly pulled away from him and another was put in its place. "Wave it." Ollivander commanded. Dudley obeyed, feeling quite stupid. Nothing happened. The wand was jerked out of his hand. "Try this, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Well, what are you waiting for? Try it already!" Dudley waved it, feeling a sudden warmth in his fingers. Purple sparks shot out the end. He dropped the wand in surprise. Mr. Ollivander bent down and picked it up. "This is your wand," he said, handing it back to Dudley. "It chose you. That'll be seven galleons." He held out his hand. Dudley dug around in his pocket and handed Mr. Ollivander the gold. Turning around, Dudley realized that Harry, Hermione, and Ron weren't standing in the shop anymore. He stepped outside the store and looked around. They were nowhere to be seen. He felt the first tinglings of fear running down his spine. Where were his guides? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Ron, should we really be doing this?" Hermione asked as she, Harry, and Ron walked down Diagon Ally's cobblestone street. "Why not, 'Mione?" Ron asked. "Its not like he hasn't made Harry's life miserable for the last 15 or so years." "But still... this is all new to him. We shouldn't be ditching him like this, should we? Think of all the trouble he could get into!" "I am, Hermione, trust me I am!" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sorry for such a short chappy. I wanted to get it up so I could start on the next one, and this seemed as good a place as any to stop..
