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Chapter 3: Trip to Diagon Alley.


"Andrew, 'Arry… Yer wizards."

Andrew and Harry looked at each other wide eyed before turning back to Hagrid.

"What?!" they asked in unison.

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"Yer wizards." Hagrid repeated.

"Wait." Andrew said. "Wizards, as in magical beings, who can do… magic?"

When Hagrid nodded Harry looked down sadly.

"I'm sorry, Hagrid, but I think you must've gotten the wrong people. I mean we're not anything special."

"Damn right they aren't anything special! They're pathetic and useless; they do nothing but bring misfortune for this family. And that black bastard is more pathetic than the other! I honestly would've kicked him out if it weren't for your nutty boss!" Vernon yelled while pointing at Andy who had been glaring at him.

"Yeah, well I'd rather be out there than live in here with you beached whales and that telephone pole you call a wife!" Andrew responded.

"What did you just say you little shit?!" Vernon advanced.

He was about three steps away from the dark skinned boy when a hand grabbed his shoulder, turning around he came face to face with Hagrid.

"Touch the lad and I'll make sure ya hurtin', badly." He growled at the man.

Vernon backed away from the boy and made his way to his wife who was consoling their crying son.

"As I was sayin'; yer both famous in our world."

"Excuse me?"

"Say what now?"

"That's righ', and it's time ta hand back yer letter's fer Hogwarts."

"Uh-huh, that's all well and dandy except for um…" Andrew put a fist up to his chin as if he were thinking and after a short while snapped his fingers and pointed at the window.

"How are we supposed to get an owl?" he finished.

"Oh righ' I can handle tha'." Hagrid said reaching into his pockets again and pulling out a piece of parchment, quill and a bottle of ink.

"Dear Professor Dum-ble-dore.

Go' 'arry and Andy right here, will bring them to school on the first." Hagrid said while righting the letter. He then rolled it in to a small cylinder and once again reached into his pocket and pulled out an old looking owl, which got odd looks for some of the people in the room and a "Oh, that's just wrong." from Andrew.

After sending the owl on its way Hagrid walked further into the house and into the living room and then sat on the couch which groaned and squeaked under his weight.

"Well, yer better get some sleep, early day tomorrow, we've got to get yer school supplies." The large man said lying down on the couch, which once again moaned under the giant's enormous size.

"Excuse me? But you surely aren't going to be spending the night here." the shrilly voice of Petunia Dursley said.

"Wait, you said we're famous, what are we famous for?" Andrew said completely ignoring his 'aunt'.

"You didn't tell them that either? Oh, Merlin, I swear Lilly and James must be turning in their graves." Hagrid said rubbing his temples slowly.

"How is it our responsibility to tell these monsters that?! It isn't our fault those freaks got themselves blown to smithereens! Serves them right it does!" Vernon said his face turning red, then in an instant a rather large vase which had been on the coffee table slammed into his face.

His vision became blurry, once it cleared he saw Andrew looking rather surprised but amused, he then looked at Harry who seemed to be shaking, not out of fear but anger.

"Never, say that about my parents again!" the room shook as he stared his uncle in the face. Harry never lost his temper, but he couldn't help it this time around. He started advancing towards his uncle when he felt a hand on his shoulder, turning; he saw Andrew holding him back and moved him to his original seat.

"Wait, blew up? You said they died in a car crash!" Andrew said looking at the Dursley's after replaying the entire event in his mind.

"A car crash?! Lilly and James? Don't make me sick!" Hagrid said from his place on the couch.

Vernon who now had a bloody nose was escorted away by his wife and son, Andrew looked at Harry and gave a small nod, which Harry returned and then smiled. Andrew nodded and smiled himself and went back to his own couch before falling asleep thinking about his uncle getting hit in the face by the vase.

Morning rolled around and both boys were in a deep sleep when a knocking sound started to stir them.

'It wasn't a dream…' Harry thought desperately.

'A giant guy named Hagrid did come to take us away…' Andrew thought sadly as the next sound of knocking could be heard.

'Please, don't let it all be a dream.' They thought simultaneously.

When the knocking continued both boys groaned and sat up, but stopped instantly. Harry hadn't been lying down, he had been sitting. He turned around and noticed the couch he had been sitting on.

Andrew looked up and noticed he didn't have the floor boards above him, but rather underneath him for once, he smiled and looked to see Harry also smiling. Andrew turned to find the source of the knocking and found it by the window. Pulling the blinds back, he saw an owl, which had a newspaper connected to his leg. Letting the bird in, he saw how it hopped over to the couch where a large figure was.

On the ground laid a rather large jacket and both boys instantly recognised it as Hagrid's. The owl then started to peck at it and look between the pockets; both boys ran over and pulled at the jacket.

"No, don't do that."

"Get away, you bloody owl."

"Hagrid, help."

"Pay 'im." Hagrid replied groggily.

"Oh yes, why didn't we think of that in the first place?" Andrew asked sarcastically.

"How much?" Harry said ignoring Andrew, knowing his brother was not a morning person.

"Five Knuts." Hagrid mumbled again.

Acting quickly Harry reached into one of the pockets and pulled out a bunch of platinum, bronze and gold coins.

"Which ones?" he asked again.

"The brown ones."

Harry acted quickly and gave the owl the money to which it huffed in an irritated manner and flew out the window again.

Hagrid sat up and gave a large yawn and stretch.

"Come on, let's go." He said moving towards the door.

Hagrid, Harry and Andrew made their way by train to London, and walked by foot to a small pub called The Leaky Cauldron. Harry and Andrew both seemed to notice the way people just ignored it and walked past as if it weren't there or how they also ignored the people entering and exiting it.

Hagrid led them inside, where they were met with a warm but mouldy atmosphere.

"Ah, Hagrid, the usual?" the barman asked when he saw the larger man.

"Not right now, Tom. Here on official business." He said slapping both boys on their shoulders.

Tom the barman looked at the two boys; one wore very large pair of jeans with a larger T-shirt, while the other wore a pair of dark baggy trousers and a dark hoodie which covered his head. He looked at the one with glasses and his hand went down to the boys hand and his eyes went wide.

"By all the stars in heaven is that… Harry Potter?" he asked excitedly.

The bar went silent before everyone rushed over to the boy with dark hair and glasses.

"By George it is! It's a pleasure to meet you Mr Potter. The names Acklebee, Jeremy Acklebee sir." The man said shaking Harry's hand energetically.

"N-nice to meet you." Harry replied softly.

"Mr Potter, what a delight, Mary's the name sir." A short woman with wild red hair said pushing Jeremy out of the way.

"Where's your brother Andrew?" a voice called out from the back of the crowd.

"Why 'e's righ' here!" Hagrid said patting the dark skinned boy shoulder.

Andrew looked at the people in the bar as they regarded him with something he instantly recognised; doubt. They doubted he was Harry's brother, he chose to stay silent and continue looking at the crowd.

"But how could he be Mr Potter's brother, why they look nothing alike." Mary said with a hint of humour. The crowd chuckled slightly and Andrew looked over them again.

"Prove to us that you're his brother and maybe we'll believe ya." Another voice called.

This made Andrew angry; he simply turned to look at Hagrid and very calmly said.

"I'd like to leave now."

"Alrigh' son. Just go out back and take yer brother with ye. I'll be out in a second." Hagrid replied.

Nodding Andrew pushed his way through the sea of non-believers and made his way to the back of the pub, followed by Harry who was bombarded every now and again by his adoring fans.

After the two boys left Hagrid turned to the now dispersing group and raised his voice.

"How dare ya? All of ya? Those boys saved us from You-Know-Who and this is how you say thank you? By doubting 'im?!"

"Oh please, he was just some attention wanting brat who attached himself to Harry, probably used some kind of potion to confuse the boy." Mary said coolly, there were murmurs of agreement in the pub.

"The boy's eleven years old and didn't have a clue abou' magic! I brough' 'em here, I should know. You know, just because he isn't whi'e don' mean the boy isn' a hero." And with that Hagrid stormed out of the pub and into the alley where the boys were waiting.

When he got there he saw Harry standing next to his brother who had been clenching his jaw tightly and appeared to be counting to ten. Making his way over he turned to look at them.

"Alrigh' there?" he asked in a concerned tone.

"Yeah, but what are we doing here?" Andrew asked in an emotionless tone.

Hagrid took out his umbrella and tapped on the stone wall in front of him. The two boys raised a sceptical eyebrow before the wall seemed to fold within itself, they watched in amazement as the wall disappeared and in front of them stood a very colourful and energetic street filled with plenty of people, shops and well a very large building which seemed to slag to one side.

"Hagrid, what's that?" Harry asked pointing towards the large white building.

"Really? That's what you're concerned about? There are stores with actual magic in them, and you want to go to a museum." Andrew said looking at his brother as if he had grown a second head.

"Oh tha's no museum, tha's Gringotts, a wizarding bank, run by Goblins." Hagrid said as he continued walking towards the building.

"Wizard bank, run by Goblin's. Awesome!" Andrew said excitedly.

"Wait, isn't that the bank they tried to rob?" Harry asked.

"Wha', how'd you know tha'?"

"I saw it on the cover of the paper you were reading on the train."

"Oh, righ'. Well then let's move onto that lesson shall we. Never try to steal from Goblin's, never pretty." Hagrid said quietly as they walked up the steps to the bank. Making their way inside Harry noticed how the Goblins regarded them with a small nod to which he gave one of his own.

When they arrived at the front desk, Hagrid looked up at the ugly looking creature and cleared his throat.

"Yes, how may I help you?" the Goblin asked not bothering to look up from his papers.

"We'd like to gain access to the Potter trus' vaul'." Hagrid said professionally.

The goblin looked up and made eye contact with sparkling green eyes then looked over at the other side and noticed mysterious hazel eyes. He gave a small grin.

"Well, it is a pleasure to see you again Master Andrew. Ten years I believe it's been."

"Y-you know me?" Andrew asked wide eyed.

"Why yes, your parents and I were good friends. My name is RipFang"

"Could you tell me about them? Who were they? Why'd they leave me with the Potters? Not that I mind Harry, I've just got to know."

"Your parents were brave people who did what they did because they loved you. I'll go call your vaults manager; Griphook." RipFang answered.

"W-wha? Bu- you didn't tell…" Andrew gave a huge a groan and looked down at his feet.

"Good morning, my name is Griphook, and I am the Potter's vault manager. May I have the young Master's keys?" The Goblin asked reaching his hand out.

"Yeah. Oh and Professor Dumbledore asked tha' we ge' you-know-wha' in vaul' you-know-which." Hagrid replied reaching into the forth breast pocket on the left side of his large coat the two boys eyed the large man curiously. He pulled out a very old looking key and a note and handed them to Griphook.

"Very good, shall we?"

The four of them with Griphook in the lead, headed to the carts that took the customers to their vaults. The instant Harry and Andrew looked at their transport their eyes lit up while Hagrid turned a ghostly pale colour.

"This is awesome." Andrew said before jumping into the cart and was closely followed by Harry, Hagrid looked reluctant, but eventually stepped in while Griphook sat in front to control the carts movements.

Before they knew what happened the cart moved forward and continued to gain speed. Harry and Andrew shared matching grins while Hagrid looked about ready to cry. The cart maneuverer around every corner with unbelievable ease, Harry peered over to the side of the cart to look beneath them, but Hagrid grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back into his seat.

The ride ended which earned a moan from Harry and Andrew. Climbing out of the "ruddy death ride" as Hagrid called it; the four made their way over to a door, Griphook then asked for the key and opened the vault door.

"Wait, whose vault is this?" Andrew asked quietly.

"This is the Potter's trust vault, sir." Griphook replied.

"Just call me Andrew or Andy, but err, where are um, my families trust vaults?"

"Oh, you're a Potter, correct?"

Andrew nodded.

"Then this is your vault as well, Andrew." Griphook said with a toothy grin.

Andrew was about to reply when Griphook opened the vault door, he instantly went silent. There were mountains of gold, silver and brown coins inside the vault itself. Andrew turned to look at Harry who also looked gobsmacked.

"Wha', you didn' think yer parents left ya broke did ya?" Hagrid said with a smile.

The two boys were then given a pouch where they could put their money in, after a few minutes Harry and Andrew went back Hagrid and Griphook their pouches heavier then when they had received them. Climbing back in R.D.R as Andrew called it, they made their way deeper and deeper into the Goblin bank's underground vaults until the cart finally stopped.

Both boys hopped out looking very happy while Hagrid looked very green Hagrid. After making his way, which took a while as he swayed from side to side very often, Hagrid stood next to Griphook as the little Goblin opened the vault. Harry's eyebrows furrowed when he saw it was empty, he looked closer and noticed a small package lying on the ground in the vault.

Hagrid acted quickly when he noticed Harry's face and went into the vault grabbing the package and placing it into his pocket.

"Hagrid, what is that?" the raven haired boy asked.

"Sorry 'Arry, official 'Ogwarts business." Hagrid replied patting his pocket and smiling, which didn't last long when he remembered that he had to get onto R.D.R one more time.

After an hour or so, the three of them left the bank and headed into the crowded streets of Diagon Alley. The first trip on their agenda was to Ollivander's wand store.

Walking into the old store the two boys noticed the amount of boxes that rested everywhere around the store, walking over to the counter Andrew rang the welcome bell but instantly regretted it when a large crash came from behind one of the rows behind the counter.

"Be right there." a voice called.

Soon enough a thin man came into view in quite a rush.

"Ah, Hagrid, how are you my boy?"

"Mr Ollivander, I'm well sir, thank you."

"Yes well, let's see here, my oh my. Harry and Andrew Potter! I was expecting you two earlier."

"Wait, you know about us?" Andrew asked motioning to Harry and himself.

"Of course I do. You're very well known in our world." Ollivander replied.

"Well shall we?" Hagrid said taking a seat by the door of the store.

"Yes, we shall." The wand maker said with a smile.

"Wait, that's not what I meant about know- ehh never mind." Andrew said dismissing the entire thing.

Ollivander came back with two boxes and opened the one.

"Here we are Harry, 6 inches, oak, ruby gem stone and dragon heartstring."

Harry held the wand looking at it expectantly.

"Well, give it a wave." Ollivander said excitedly.

Shrugging, Harry gave a small wave and half the store shook as the windows cracked.

Ollivander quickly took the wand away and shook his head. He then turned to Andrew and gave him the other wand.

"Here we are Andrew, 10 inches, mahogany and a purple gem stone core, very original." Ollivander said with a small gleam in his eye.

Andrew looked at the man weirdly before giving the wand a wave which in turn shot a bright blue stream that burnt a wall through the wall. Andrew placed the wand on the counter and stepped back.

An hour passed with the wand maker testing every single wand on the boys and seemed to be getting happier and happier with the results.

"Perhaps…"

"Perhaps what? We're not meant to be wizards? Sounds about right." Andrew snapped.

"No, not all. Hold on." Ollivander replied quickly heading to the back of the store.

The two boys shared a look before the older man came back carrying two boxes which looked to be in perfect condition.

"I wonder." Was all that Ollivander said as he surveyed the two boys in front of him.

He then opened the two boxes and looked at the boys once more and pulled out one of the wands, it was pure white with a light golden strip along the side of it. Ollivander placed it on the table and then pulled out the other; the second wand was pure black with a slight silver trail along the side and placed it next to the former.

"Right now, I'd like for the two of you to place your hands over the wands." The wand maker said.

Harry's hand stretched over the white wand and he felt a huge surge of energy rush through him, he looked at Andrew you seemed to have experienced the same feeling. He was about to reach for the wand when Ollivander spoke again.

"Alright, now could you do the same but with the other wand please?"

Andrew looked at the man curiously before doing what he was asked and sure enough, he felt the same amount of energy surge through him when he raised his hand over the first wand.

"Fascinating, oh very fascinating!" the old man said clapping his hands together.

"What's so fascinating?" Andrew asked as he eyed the black wand.

"Oh yes, I suppose I should explain, well you see Andrew, what we have here is a case of very rare magic, very rare magic indeed. It was supposedly believed in that in the late 18 hundreds, two wizards who shared a bonded magical core that surpassed the average magical core of a normal wizard or witch they could have compatibility with the other persons wand, but only with that person. As we wand lords are taught the wand chooses the wizard, but in this case you two are so closely and powerfully bonded that the wands recognise you both as their masters. Are you following me so far?"

When all three nodded, Hagrid had become very interested in this information as well, Ollivander continued.

"So you two would be able to use each-others wand with no hassle what so ever. Let us see shall we. I see, Master Andrew, that you are eyeing the black wand, so we shall start with it, Black Ash wood, 13 inches, diamond focused spell power and a single silver flamed phoenix feather core. A very powerful wand indeed, treat it well, Andrew." Ollivander said handing the Black Ash wand to Andrew.

"And Master Harry, I do believe this one is yours, 10 and half inches, White Ash wood, Emerald focused spell power and a feather from the legendary golden flamed phoenix."

Andrew and Harry stared at their wands then Harry looked up at the old man who looked at both boys expectantly.

"Wait, Andy's wand has a silver flamed phoenix feather and mine has a golden, err does that have anything to do with our wand bond?"

"Excellent question, well interestingly enough the silver flamed phoenix is descended from the golden flamed phoenix, the leaders of phoenixes everywhere. Very magical creatures, phoenixes, their feathers are the most power cores of any other. Why if I recall there was one other person I served who received a phoenix core. Nothing as fancy as yours of course, that'd be impossible, but they definitely have a powerful core."

"Who was it?" Andrew asked his history obsession piqued.

"Why it was a very devious man, I man who did unspeakable things, and unforgiveable things. Why I believe it's the same man who took the lives of your parents and gave you two those scars." Ollivander answered honestly.

"Alrigh' time to go." Hagrid said stopping the conversation quickly.

"Oh, yes thank you Hagrid." Ollivander said. "That will 16 galleons please."

After Harry and Andrew paid for their wands they headed off to Madam Malkin's robes for all occasions.

"Alrigh', you two head in there and get yourselves sor'ed out, I've go' to go ge' some things and I'll meet you back here." Hagrid said as he pushed them inside the store.

Looking around, Harry and Andrew only noticed one other person in the store, a boy with blonde hair, looking at each other, they made their way over to the lady working on the boy's robes.

"Ow! Watch it, woman!" the boy said in a snarky manner.

"Oh hello there." The woman the two boys suspected as Madam Malkin said ignoring the boy's outburst. "Need new robes?" When they nodded she directed them to the small podiums they should stand on.

"Alright, arms out."

When they obeyed, two measuring tapes zoomed in and started measuring the boys' measurements as the shop owner went in search for their robes.

"That bloody woman knows nothing." The blonde boy said angrily.

"Oh, going to Hogwarts too, are you?" he said when he noticed Andrew and Harry.

The two boys nodded.

"Oh that's nice. Know what house you'll get into?"

Harry looked at Andrew, who was conveniently good at talking his way out of almost any situation. Andrew looked at the blonde and shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh, well I suppose you never really know until you're there. I want to be a Slytherin, my entire family was in Slytherin house. Can you imagine if you were in Hufflepuff? Or worse Ravenclaw, I think I'd leave. I'd definitely kill myself if I were in Gryffindor."

Both boys just shrugged again and wrecked their minds trying to figure out what this boy meant.

"So you're wizards?" The boy suddenly said.

"Yeah." Andrew said simply.

"Well what about your parents?"

"What about our parents?" Harry asked coolly.

"We're they like us, or like them?"

"They were wizards." Andrew answered, his temper rising.

"Oh that's great. My father's next door, getting my books. Where are your parents?"

"Dead." Andrew and Harry said together.

"Why do you two speak as though you have one set of parents?" The blonde asked ignoring their last comment.

Before either of them could answer Madam Malkin came back and smiled at the two boys.

"Your robes are all set my dearies. You may go."

Andy and Harry practically ran out of the store, but the blonde had one more thing to say.

"Look for me on the train."

The two boys were standing around the corner of the robe store to avoid the blonde prick when they noticed their guardian for this trip.

"Hagrid, hey Hagrid!" Andrew whispered.

Hagrid turned and looked at the two of them, making his way over he decided to ask why they were standing around the corner.

"Avoiding someone…"

"Long story, don't ask."

"Alrigh' then, oh here yer go you two, happy birthday." Hagrid pulled out two cages with a snowy white owl and a pitch black owl.

"There's a racial joke in here somewhere." Andrew said as he looked at the two birds.

"Well, come on, how abou' we get some ice cream." Hagrid said choosing not comment on what Andrew said. Hagrid realised that what happened in the Leaky Cauldron earlier today really affected him badly and made him doubt who he was. He gave a small sigh when he watched the two boys walk ahead of him and smiled at how much they were like their fathers. Harry was talkative and excited while Andy chose to rather be silent and mysterious, like his father. It took Lisa to break his façade and even then it was a while. Hagrid only hoped that Hogwarts would give Andrew the answers he wanted.

When they made to the ice cream parlour, Andrew and Harry looked at each other and nodded before turning to Hagrid.

"Hey Hagrid, we have a question." Harry said.

"Okay." Hagrid answered looking at the two boys who looked very determined. This made him regret his decision to answer their question.

"Who killed our parents? Also, is it the same person who murdered my biological parents?" Andrew asked in all seriousness.

"Err…" Hagrid looked around then back at the boys and swallowed, his mouth was suddenly very dry. When he saw the determined look in Andrew eyes he gave a defeated sigh.

"Alrigh' look…