I don't have much to say except here's the next chapter. It'll be the first of two parts actually. I'm not sure when the next part will come though. AlsoI did take a lot of this from the Sorcerer's Stone itself but I modifed it a little to fit this story. Thank you to all those lovely people who reviewed. Anyways, please read and review this chapter as well!

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. They are all owned by J. K. Rowling but I do own those characters, which you don't recognize.

It was around ten o'clock in the morning about two days later and Harry was sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast. He had decided to come out of his room since there was no point in staying in it anymore and much to his relief, his relatives were ignoring him. He didn't mind it at all. In fact he was rather enjoying it. He could go about and do whatever he pleased as long as it did not interfere with their lives.

On this particular day, Harry was waiting for Hermione Granger to come to his house because she and her parents were going to take him to some place called Diagon Alley. From what he could gather, it was some sort of a magical shopping place. Harry could not wait to see this. After all it was going to be his first interaction with other wizards apart from the very few he had already met. What he was really looking forward to was going to the bank. From what Hermione had told him, it was a huge place run entirely by goblins. He'd always imagined goblins to be horrible creatures that were about a foot high and smelled horrible. Harry had also found a tiny golden key in the envelope that Professor McGonagall had given him. It was apparently the key to his parents' vault.

At ten o'clock sharp, Harry heard a car pull into the driveway of the house. A few seconds later, he heard footsteps and the door bell rang. When no one made a move to get it, Harry rolled his eyes and walked to the front door. He opened the door slowly and saw Hermione there with her parents.

"Hi Harry!" She stepped inside and said, "These are my parents but I'm sure you already know them."

Mr. and Mrs. Granger stepped inside and shook Harry's hand. "Harry Potter, that's right, you're a patient of ours, aren't you?" asked Mr. Granger smiling warmly at him.

"Er…yeah," replied Harry looking at the man.

"Well, why don't you tell your aunt and uncle that you're leaving," said Mrs. Granger. As Harry turned to go, she called out, "Oh and don't forget to tell your cousin that he has an appointment next Tuesday!"

Harry nodded to her as he went into the kitchen. He looked at his aunt and uncle who still weren't paying any attention. "Well, I'll be going now." No reply. "I'll be back around evening, I suppose." Still no reply. "Great then I'll be going."

He was about to go back to the front when Dudley called out, "Isn't there something you're supposed to tell me, Potter?"

"How would you know that unless you didn't already hear it?" asked Harry walking out of the kitchen. He smiled to himself as he closed the front door.

"Everything alright, Harry?" asked Mr. Granger.

"Perfectly fine," he replied getting into the car. He sat down and Hermione immediately began telling him everything she knew about the wizarding world.

About half an hour later, the Grangers stopped their car in front of a book store. Hermione was still talking. "…hate Slytherins but you know, I don't know why they do. There's no real reason for it except for the fact that the rivalry has run between the houses for such a long time. I really don't think that they're that bad….Oh, we're here!" Hermione nearly jumped out of the car. Harry got out on the other side and looked around. There was a small bookstore, a shady sort of pub, and a record store.

"Are we going to the bookstore?" asked Harry.

"Of course not. You don't think they would actually have Diagon Alley out here in the middle of muggles, do you?" Hermione looked at her parents and said, "What time will you both be back?"

Mrs. Granger looked at her watch and said, "Around four." Hermione nodded and motioned for Harry to follow her.

"Hermione, do you have you letter and your money?" called her father.

"Yes, I do, don't worry."

"Remember, stay safe and don't do anything dangerous!" called her mother.

"Yes mother, goodbye!" She rolled her eyes and said, "It's like they think I'm moving away for good or something."

Harry snorted and said, "At least they care."

"Yeah, a little too much though." She brushed a few strands of her bushy hair out of her face, grabbed Harry's arm, and pulled him towards the pub.

"Is this what your parents meant by dangerous?" asked Harry staring at the pub. "Both of us are too young to drink. Besides, you don't look like a person who'd do dangerous things."

Hermione laughed and said, "The Leaky Cauldron is the muggle entrance to Diagon Alley." She opened the door to the pub and pushed Harry in.

When he got inside, he had to blink a few times before he could actually see. The place was very dark and had a musty sort of smell about it. In a corner of the pub, there were a few old women talking and smoking pipes and in another corner were a few people drinking some fizzing sort of liquid. There were also a few people sitting at tables and playing cards.

Hermione walked up to the counter of the pub and said, "Hello Tom!" She motioned for Harry to come over.

A few seconds later, a bald man who resembled a toothless walnut appeared from a door behind the counter. "Ms. Granger, a pleasure seeing you here." He gave her a toothless grin. "What can I get you today?"

"Uh…nothing for me, but do you have Butterbeer? I was telling Harry about it while we were coming here and he seemed like he really wanted to try it."

As soon as she said Harry's name, the whole pub became dead silent. Tom's eyes flickered towards Harry as he said, "Good lord…Harry Potter…it's an honor to have you here."

Harry raised an eyebrow at the man as he disappeared behind a door. "Do I know him?" he asked.

"No," smirked Hermione, "but everyone knows you."

Tom came back a few minutes later and gave Harry a glass with something in it. "Free of charge, Mr. Potter."

"Er…thanks." Harry picked up the glass and slowly took a sip of the drink. His eyes widened as he realized that it was actually very good. He felt a tap on his back and turned around and saw everyone in the pub right in front of him. The next second, everyone was shaking his hand and telling him how glad they were that he was back. Harry was so overwhelmed that it took him a while to realize that Hermione had pulled him out of the pub to an enormous brick wall. "That was…"

"Fun?" asked Hermione cheerfully pulling out a stick similar to the one Professor McGonagall had. "You'll be getting a lot of that. Don't worry." She started tapping the brick wall with it.

"Is that a…wand?" asked Harry his eyes shining with curiosity.

Hermione nodded. "You'll be getting one too." She tapped one last brick and suddenly the brick wall started opening. Once it was open all the way, Hermione beamed at him and said, "Welcome to Diagon Alley!"

Harry and Hermione stepped through the opening in the wall and it promptly closed once they were through. Harry looked around and was fascinated. There were shops everywhere with loads of people walking around. He walked up to one shop that was selling cauldrons and looked at a pure gold cauldron. "Do we need one of these?"

Hermione snorted and said, "Hardly, you need your money first." Harry nodded and let her lead him towards the bank.

The moment that Harry saw the bank, he knew that it would be a place he would never forget. It was a pure white building with bronze doors that towered above all the other shops in Diagon Alley. Standing next to the door was some sort of creature in a uniform of scarlet and gold. It was about two and a half head shorter than Harry and had a clever look about its face.

"What is that?" whispered Harry to Hermione as they walked through the doors.

"A goblin," she replied leading Harry to a set of silver doors. A pair of goblins showed them through leading them to a massive marble hall. More than a hundred goblins were sitting on high stools behind long counters scribbling madly on large pieces of paper, weighing coins in brass scales, and examining precious stones through large eyeglasses. There were doors everywhere with people coming in and out of them.

Hermione walked up to a goblin and said, "Good morning, this is Harry Potter, he's come to take some money out of his vault."

The goblin looked at Harry sternly and said, "And does Mr. Potter have his key?" Harry fished into his pocket and pulled out a tiny golden key, which the goblin took. The goblin examined the key closely before calling, "Cranedun!"

A smaller goblin with a nasty look on his face took the key from the other goblin and motioned Harry and Hermione towards one of the doors leading out of the hall. He opened the door for them and surprisingly enough, there was a narrow stone passageway that led to railways tracks. Cranedun whistled shrilly and a small cart raced towards them. The three of them climbed into the cart, which immediately took off without Cranedun even steering it.

About five minutes later, the cart stopped and Harry climbed out of the cart followed by a very green Hermione.

"Are you alright?"

"Don't. Talk. To. Me." she replied She leaned against the stone wall and took a deep breath. Then calmly, she followed Harry who was following Cranedun.

The goblin stopped at a small door in the wall and inserted Harry's key into it. As soon as it opened, green smoke billowed out of it causing Harry to cough. Harry peered into the room and gasped. Inside were mounds of gold coins, columns of silver coins, and piles of bronze knuts.

"Wow," said Harry as Hermione looked on from behind him. "How-is this all mine?"

"Of course, Mr. Potter," replied the goblin with the nasty look still on his face. Harry wondered if that was how the goblin actually looked or if he had a particular dislike for him.

Harry turned to Hermione and said, "How much do I need?"

Hermione frowned and walked into the vault. Taking the bag that Harry had brought with him, she looked around and began dropping money into it. Finally after a few minutes, she handed the bag, which was a bit heavy, back to Harry. "This should be enough for a year."

"A year?" asked Harry wide eyed.

"Are you planning on coming back to Diagon Alley any time before that?"

"No but…"

"About half of this might be used up today because from what you told me, you have a lot of things to buy, not just fifth year items."

Hermione turned on her heal and marched out of the vault. Harry muttered a quick thank you to Cranedun, who closed the vault, and followed Hermione.

About twenty minutes later, Harry and Hermione were standing outside of Gringotts. Harry had received his key back and was about to go when the first goblin they had talked to had called Harry back and told him that there was important paperwork that he needed to sign in order for the vault to rightfully belong to him. It had bored Harry immensely but at least things had been cleared up.

He looked at Hermione still looked a bit green and said, "Where to now?"

She looked at her list and said, "Well…we'll stop and get you robes first. I need a new one anyways."

"Robes?" asked Harry pulling out his supplies list. He squinted at the list and much to his annoyance it was on the list. "Who wears robes? They're like…dresses," he uttered with disgust.

"Come off it, Harry," at least you're not required to get dress robes. Hermione sniggered as she remembered something.

Hermione led Harry to a shop called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. The two of them stepped into the store and Harry immediately felt very out of place. The whole shop was covered with floor length robes and was filled with mostly girls. Hermione ushered Harry over to a squat smiling witch who was in the process of fitting robes for a boy who was scowling at her.

"Hello Andrew!" said Hermione cheerfully. "How was your summer."

"Brilliant," he muttered. He winced as the witch poked him with a pin.

"That's Andrew Taylor; he's a fourth year Ravenclaw." Hermione smiled at Harry and left to look for a new robe for herself. Harry smiled weakly at the boy whose only reply was to stare at him with wide eyes. As soon as the witch had finished fitting him, he took one last glance at Harry and said, "Harry Potter…wait till my friends hear this." He rushed out of the store almost forgetting to pay the witch.

She turned to Harry who was looking around and said, "Mr. Potter, it's a pleasure to have you here. I'm Madam Malkin and if you don't mind, we're on a tight schedule here so would you please stand up on this stool?" Harry stepped on the stool with a small scowl and almost fell off as she pulled a huge piece of black cloth over his head.

Once Harry had gotten all his robes, he and Hermione headed to a small café. "Harry, why don't you go get your wand. I'm feeling a bit hungry."

"Where do I get it from?" Hermione smiled and pointed at a shop behind Harry called Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.

"Here, I'll take your robes." Hermione took Harry's bag and sat down at a table as Harry turned and walked to Ollivanders.

As he stepped inside, he heard a small bell ring. The place itself was very small and reminded Harry of a very strict library with small boxes in shelves piled all the way to the ceiling instead of books. The whole shop itself gave off a strange feeling to Harry.

"Good afternoon," came a soft voice. Harry jumped as he turned to the source of the voice. An old man was standing before them, his eyes shining like moons.

"Er..hello," said Harry.

"I thought I'd be seeing you soon, Harry Potter." He looked at Harry as though he was remembering something then said, "You have your mothers eyes but look exactly like your father. It seems like only yesterday that they were buying their wands.

"Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow for your mother, good for charms and mahogany eleven inches, pliable, for your father, excellent for transfiguration." The man looked at Harry with an unnerving look and said, "It's really the wand that chooses the wizard of course.

During this time, he had come very close to Harry. He peered at Harry's scar and said, "And I'm sorry to say that I sold the wand that did this. Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful…" He coughed and said, "Well now- Mr. Potter. Let me see." He pulled out a long tape measure with silver markings and said, "Which is your wand arm?"

Harry raised his eyebrows in confusion and said, "I'm right-handed." Mr. Ollivander held out the tape measure and began talking to Harry about wands. As he was talking, Harry realized that the tape measure was measuring Harry by itself. Mr. Ollivander wasn't even holding it.

"That will do," Mr. Ollivander said and the tape measure fell to the floor. "Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave." Harry took the wand and giving a crooked smile, waved it around but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.

"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try-

Harry tried- but he had hardly raised the wand when it too was snatched out of his hand.

"No, no- here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, try it."

Harry tried and tried and tried. He had absolutely no idea what the man was waiting for. The pile of wands he had tried was mounting higher and higher. He had tried at least a hundred wands and was getting a little annoyed. Mr. Ollivander on the other hand seemed to get happier by the second though.

"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere- I wonder now- yes, why not- unusual combination- holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches nice and supple."

As soon as Harry took the wand, he felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head and as he brought it down, a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like fireworks. Harry smiled as he looked at the wand.

"Oh bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well…how very curious…how very curious…" Mr. Ollivander took the wand from Harry and began wrapping it in a box still muttering, "curious…curious…"

"Sorry, but what's curious?" asked Harry.

Mr. Ollivander fixed Harry with his pale stare and said, "I remember every single wand I've sold, Mr. Potter. Every single and. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather- just one other, It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother- why, its brother gave you that scar."

Harry swallowed and looked at his wand. "The wand chooses the wizard, remember…I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter…After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things- terrible but, yes, but great."

Harry shivered. He wasn't sure that he liked this man too much but all the same, he paid seven gold Galleons for his wand and exited the shop.