Chapter 05 - All the Boys Day at Diagon Alley

The three sets of triplets were sleeping in when Arthur came in and wake them all lucky there where in
their underwear at least.

He shut the door and sat on the sofa,
"Boys get dressed you got you letters."
The human triplets where getting dressed.
"There ones for all six of you boys." Handing the centaur boy there's, while holding the human boys while they dressed.
"Ron can I open yours?" Said Arthur.

"Sure." Said Ron, Then Arthur Read the letter.

"HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Weasley,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by
no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,
Remus Lupin
Deputy Headmaster

They were now dressed, and he handed them their letters.

"Breakfast all, we are going to Diagon Alley to pick up school supplies, my three boys will get their stuff with me,
Hagrid taking his sons, and Albus is going with Firenze boys."
Said Big Arthur. "This will be a fun day.
Hagrid and Albus are down there."

They all walked down to the kitchen,
Molly was already serving breakfast.

"Boys this is exciting your first Diagon Alley."
Said Hagrid. "This is going be fun, not leaving your side."

"Dad, I hope you have our keys to the Gringotts Vaults"
Said Lewis. "If they were lost no school for us."

"You're going to school, and I do have your keys?" Asked Hagrid.

The Potter Triplets through together then agreed.
They all went into the backyard.
Then the Potter Triplets quickly translocated them to the safe room at Diagon Alley. "What just happened." Asked Big Arthur.

"Where we not supposed to do that?" Asked Lewis.

"You can apparate?" Asked Big Arthur.

"What is that, but we can Translocate." Said Lewis.

"That more advanced." Said Big Arthur. "Very few know how
to do that, how do you?"

"So, off the bank?" Asked Lewis.

"Do you two still got your letters?" Hagrid asked.
All the triplets took their list out of their pockets.
"Good," said Hagrid. "There's a list of everything you need."

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emetic Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

wand cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set

glass or crystal phials

telescope set

brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

"Where are we?" Asked Ron.

Arthur opened a door. "This is it the port in spot," said Hagrid,
"The Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place."

It was a tiny, grubby-looking pub. For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. A few old women were sitting in a corner,
drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking
a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut. The low buzz of chatter stopped when they walked in.
Everyone seemed to know Hagrid; they waved and smiled at him, and the bartender reached for a glass, saying,
"The usual, Hagrides?"

"Boys?" asked Hagrid, grabbing his sons in a big bear hug then put them down.

"Hi boys." Said Tom. "How is your day going,
getting school stuff?"

"Yes, Uncle Tom," Said Lewis, "Have you meet these three
very cute boys?"

"Yes, those are Ron, Rob, and Rod." Said Tom.

Each Hagrid now had there Weasley in a hug,
"There ours now." Said the Hagrid Triplets and kissing them.

A pale young man made his way forward, very nervously.
One of his eyes was twitching.

"Professor Quirrell!" said Hagrid. "Boys, Professor Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts."

"You used to be a Hogwarts teacher, right?" Asked Lewis.

"Yes." Said Quirrell.

"You are taking up the same subject?" Asked Lewis.

"D-Defense Against the D-D-Dark Arts,"
muttered Professor Quirrell, as though he would rather not think about it. "N-not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter?"
He laughed nervously.

"We are Hagrides." Said Lewis.

"You'll be g-getting all your equipment, I suppose?
I've g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on vampires,
m-myself. Hagrid took you in?" He looked terrified at the very thought. But the others would not let Professor Quirrell.

"Must get on - lots to buy. Come on, boys."
Said Hagrid and led him through the bar and out into a small,
walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds.

"Is he always that nervous?" Asked Lewis.

"Oh, yeah. Poor bloke. Brilliant mind. He was fine while he was
studying out of books but then he took a year off to get some firsthand experience. They say he met vampires in the Black Forest, and there was a nasty bit of trouble with a hag - never been the same since. Scared of the students, scared of his own subject now, where's me umbrella?" Said Hagrid.

"He really teaches that?" Said Lewis.

"Yes." Said Hagrid.

Hagrid, meanwhile, was counting bricks in the wall above the trash can. "Three up... two across he muttered.
Right, stand back." Said Hagrid. He tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella.

The brick he had touched quivered - it wriggled - in the middle, a small hole appeared - it grew wider and wider - a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.

Cauldrons - All Sizes - Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver - Self-Stirring - Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them.

"Yeah, you'll be needing one," said Hagrid, "but we got to get your money first." Harry wished he had about eight more eyes.
He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops,
the things outside them, the people doing their shopping.

A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, "Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they're mad..."

A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eyelop's Owl Emporium - Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown,
and Snowy. Several boys of about Harry's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it.

"Harry, I want to pick out an owl with you two." Said Hagrid.

"We got owls, but if you want to get us another," Said Lewis,
"We like our owls, they want friends. But can't wait to talk to them so mine can decide whether to come with us." Said Lewis. "That will be fun for us."

Then holding both his brothers' hands "Look!
The new Nimbus Two Thousand, fastest ever.
Dad taking bets you not going let us get one?"

"Your bet is right on." Said Hagrid. "You know you not allowed."

"I do but…" Started Lewis.

"You know the rules." Said Hagrid.

There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes,
tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon...

"Gringotts," said Hagrid.

They had reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was
The goblin was about a head shorter than the boys.
Lewis in shook his hands and they greeted each other in goblin.

He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Harry noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

"Like I said, you'd be mad to try and rob it," said Hagrid.

A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors,
and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses.

There were too many doors to count leading off the hall,
and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Hagrid and Harry made for the counter.

"Morning," said Hagrid to a free goblin. "We've come to take some money out of Potter's safe, I mean the Hagrid's safe.
My sons getting gold for year one."

"You have his key, Sir?" Asked Griphook.

"Got it here somewhere," said Hagrid, and he started emptying his pockets onto the counter, scattering a handful of moldy dog biscuits over the goblin's book of numbers.
The goblin wrinkled his nose. Harry watched the goblin on their right weighing a pile of rubies as big as glowing coals.

"Got it keys to vault 686, Lewis and 687, Harry and 688, Arthur," said Hagrid at last, holding up three tiny golden keys.

The goblin looked at it closely. "That seems to be in order,
with the Hagrides new titles and assets. They are now ready.
The gold is ready for your use and your new assists are ready."

"An' I've also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore," said Hagrid importantly, throwing out his chest.
"It's about the You Know-What in vault seven
hundred and thirteen."

The goblin read the letter carefully.

"Very well," he said, handing it back to Hagrid, "I will have Someone take you down to all three vaults. Griphook!" Griphook was yet another goblin.

Once Hagrid had crammed all the dog biscuits back inside his pockets, they followed Griphook toward one of the doors leading off the hall.

"What's the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen?" Harry asked.

"Can't tell yeh that," said Hagrid mysteriously.
"Very secret. Hogwarts business. Dumbledore's trusted me. More than my job's worth to tell yeh that."

"You know I will figure it out, given time." Said Lewis.

Griphook held the door open for them.
They were in a narrow stone passageway lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downward and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Griphook whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks toward them.
They climbed in - Hagrid with some difficulty - and were off. At first, they just hurtled through a maze of twisting passages. Harry tried to remember, left, right, right, left, middle fork, right, left, but it was impossible. The rattling cart seemed to know its own way, because Griphook was not steering. Lil Arthur and Harry's eyes stung as the cold air rushed past them,
but he kept them wide open. Once, they thought he saw a burst of fire at the end of a passage and twisted around to see if it was a dragon, but too late they plunged even deeper,
passing an underground lake where huge stalactites and stalagmites grew from the ceiling and floor.
They looked at Lewis and noticed his eyes closed,
and holding onto Hagrid tightly.

"Lewis, you are ok right. You look like you are going get sick."
Said Harry.

"But Hagrid you don't look much better." Said Arthur.

They did look very green, and when the cart stopped at last beside a small door in the passage wall, Hagrid got out and had to lean against the wall to stop his knees from trembling,
Lewis barfed over the side and several time and said,
"Sorry about that, Mr. Griphook, but your ride there.
Never eating before this again."

"It is fine, happens all the time." Said Griphook.
Then he got sick over the side again.

Griphook unlocked the vault doors of 686, 687 and 688.
A lot of green smoke came billowing out, and as it cleared,
Harry gasped. Inside were trillions of gold coins.
Columns of silver. Heaps of little bronze Knuts.
Then opened the ones beside it.

"All yours," smiled Hagrid.

Hagrid helped Harry pile some of it into a bag,
then some from Lewis, then Arthur. Lewis scanned the vault Hagrid was going to visit saw what it was and moved it into a his secret safe in his office. Telling his brother not to talk about it till latter he would explain.

"Right, that should be enough fer a couple o' terms, we'll keep the rest safe for yeh." Said Hagrid.

He turned to Griphook. "Vault seven hundred and thirteen now,
please, and can we go more slowly?" Asked Hagrid.

"Please, slower." Begged Lewis.

"One speed only," said Griphook.

They were going even deeper now and gathering speed.
The air became colder and colder as they hurtled round tight corners. They went rattling over an underground ravine,
and Harry and Arthur leaned over the side to try to see what was down at the dark bottom, but Lewis grabbed them and by the back of the shirt and pulled them back.
Now holding onto them both with bear grip, "You two stay back here with us. If you fall out, you will make me sad, and keeping you in this hug till it stops." Said Lewis while hugging them tightly, Hagrid was hugging all in place.

Making it to vault seven hundred and thirteen had no keyhole.
"Stand back," said Griphook importantly. He stroked the door gently with one of his long fingers and it simply melted away.

"If anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried that, they'd be sucked through the door and trapped in there," said Griphook.

"How often do you check to see if anyone's inside?"
Harry asked.

"About once every ten years," said Griphook with a rather
nasty grin. Something really extraordinary had to be inside this top security vault, Harry was sure, and he leaned forward eagerly, expecting to see fabulous jewels at the very least but it was empty nothing at all.

"Hagrid why are we visiting an empty vault?" Asked Hagrid.

"They're supposed to be a stone in here." Said Hagrid.

"Mr. Griphook are these vaults not high security?"
Asked Lewis. "I mean the deeper the more secure right?"

"Yes, not sure how this could have happened." Said Griphook.
then he started looking around.

"Maybe we should leave." Said Lewis then looked at his brothers. "We have other thangs to get," added Harry.
"And Lewis seems to need some fresh air." Finished Lil Arthur.
Then Lewis walked over to a barrier wall and through
up several more times.

"We will figure this out latter, come on,
back in this infernal cart, and don't talk to me on the way back,
it's best if I keep my mouth shut," said Hagrid.

"Might as well get your uniform," said Hagrid,
nodding toward Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Listen, triplets, would yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts."
He did still look a bit sick.

"Sure, but Hagrid I need you to promise to let us pick our owls.
I want to communicate with ours first." Said Lewis.

"Sure." Said Hagrid.

Then the triplets entered Madam Malkin's shop alone.

Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling which dressed all in mauve.

"Hogwarts?" she said, when Lewis started to speak. "Got the lot here - another young man being fitted up just now, in fact.

In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale,
pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second which pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Lil' Arthur on a stool next to him slipped a long robe over his head and began to pin it to the right length.

"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes," said The Hagrid Triplets together.

"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," said the boy. He had a bored,
drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own.
I think I'll bully father into getting me one and
I'll smuggle it in somehow."

"Have you got your own broom?" the boy went on.

"We plain on getting one," said Lewis.

"We got a plain, or he does, he always does." Said Harry.

"Play Quidditch at all?" said Draco.

"Yes," Lewis Started, "The pitch we played is famous."

"I do to, Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what
house you'll be in yet? How famous?"

"Yes," said Lewis, "we have houses picked out and lots of brothers in each house, like our family, you be in Slytherin like you Death Eater dad was. You best be a good little boy.
Our famous pitch is in our back yard, next to the Black Lake."

"Why do you think my dad was a Death Eater,
and who do you think he is?" Asked Draco. "Black Lake,
that next to Hogwarts."

"That good because Hogwarts is also in our back yard,
along with Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest." Said Lewis,
"And Hogsmeade is in our front yard. You're a Malfoy, your dad was in the inner circle of Voldemort, he murdered a lot of good people." Said Lewis starting to get mad, then Harry pulled Lewis into a hug then Lewis started to relax.

"How do you know this." Asked Draco. "Your Hagrid's sons.
The savage, the servant."

"My Mom and Dad were killed by Voldemort while you Dad waited outside guarding." Said Lewis.

"I say, look at that man!" said Draco suddenly,
nodding toward the front window. Hagrid was standing there, grinning at the Triplets and pointing at large ice creams to show he could not come in.

"That's our dad," said Lewis.

"Hagrid." Added Harry.

"Yes, he, our dad." Said Lewis. "He is great."

"Oh," said the boy, "I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant, isn't he?"

"No, he's the gamekeeper," said Lewis. They agreed,
they disliked the boy less and less every second.
"You're starting to sound like a Black Blood more and more."

"Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk,
tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed."

"Shut up." Ordered Lewis.

"He does not get drunk." Said Harry.

"But he is." Said Draco. "I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They are just not the same,
they have never been brought up to know our ways.
Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?" Said Draco.

But before they could answer, Madam Malkin said,
"That's you done, my dear," and Lil' Arthur,
not sorry for an excuse to stop talking to the boy,
hopped down from the footstool.

Then Ron came in with his dad wile Lewis started to get up,
"Your good you're the same as your brothers."

"I do know who you are Weasleys." Started Draco.
"Are you with these as well?" Sounding like he was
looking down on them all.

Lil' Arthur and Harry were now by the door,
But Lewis did not move, but Hagrid noticed he
was getting madder and madder.

Then he punched Draco right in the nose, now Draco was flat on his ass, then then again, and again, he tried for a fourth,
but Arthur grabbed him, but Lewis stomped Draco in the nuts with his foot, before Arthur could stop him.

"Boy you will think twice before you say things like that,"
Arthur was trying to keep Lewis' back, Hagrid was now in there to and grabbed Lewis around the waste, Lewis then said,
"Let me down Dad, I want another go."

Draco was still on the ground with a bloody nose, black eye,
and a new wet spot, also now holding himself.
Arthur was repairing his nose, then cleaned him up,
and then left. Draco now in good shape.

They were now down the street, but Hagrid would not let him down yet and asked, "Are you mad."

"Yes, pissed. Think his noise and pants show that.
Put me down." Said Lewis. "His eyes need to match."

"No." said Hagrid.

"Put me down." Said Lewis as they moved away.

"Lewis are you crazy?" Asked Arthur.

"No, that bastard was insulting you and my family,
could not take anymore." Said Lewis. "No one insults my family.
I at least break his noise. He did pee his pants."
Said Lewis. "Because he got it on me to." Arthur did a spell to clean him up, "Yaa don't want that on me, thank you,
can you put me down."

"Not till I know you not going to attack him again." Said Hagrid.
"Promise you will never WILL never attack anyone again."
Lewis was still in Hagrid's arms, thinking on it,
"You not planning your next attack are you,
go on and promise or you never get to move away from me again.
You don't want me to lose my job and our house.
Do an oath never to attack someone again unless it is
self-defense. Arthur, can you do this oath for me?"
Asked Hagrid. "Lewis, will you take it?"

"You asked Dad, what do you think I want to do?" Asked Lewis.
"Can you put me down?"

"After you take it." Said Hagrid.

Then Arthur took Lewis hands, and they did the Oath of command, "Now it is in effect." Said Arthur.
Then did the same Oath with his two brothers.

"Dad it is in effect now please put me down or turn me around and give me a proper hug." Said Lewis.

Hagrid spun him and hugged him, "Put me down now."

Hagrid put him down he ran over to a trashcan then barfed into it several times. "Hagrid slow next time." Said Lewis.
"I am not a…" Again with a few more barfs. "…top you might get this on you instead of the can." Lewis got a petition out
and took it then said, "I need to see The Doctor back home."

"What's up?" said Hagrid.

"Nothing," Harry lied. They stopped to buy parchment and quills. Harry cheered up a bit when he found a bottle of ink that changed color as you wrote. When they had left the shop.

He told Hagrid about the pate boy in Madam Malkin's.
"He said people from Muggle families shouldn't
even be allowed in."

"The boy who face I redesigned, His name is Draco Malfoy,
son of the Death Eater Lucius Malfoy, Draco is a Black Blood from the way he talks. His dad was outside our house as our dad and mom where being Murdered." Said Lewis.

"How do you know this." Asked Arthur.

"Your, not from a Muggle family. If he had known who you were - he is growing up knowing your family name with his parents' wizarding folk. You saw what everyone in the Leaky Cauldron was like when they saw yeh. Anyway, what does he know
about it, some of the best I ever saw were the only ones with magic in them in a long line of Muggles - look at your mum!
Look what she had for a sister!" Said Hagrid.

"But we are also not pure bloods either, we also have muggle blood in our veins." Said Lewis. "But our Lilly's parents are not bad muggles they were proud of our mom and what she could do. She was nothing like Tuney."

They bought the triplets' schoolbooks in a shop called
Flourish and Blotts where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather;
books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all.

Then they visited the Apothecary, which was fascinating enough to make up for its horrible smell, a mixture of bad eggs and rotted cabbages. Barrels of slimy stuff stood on the floor; jars of herbs, dried roots, and bright powders lined the walls; bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and snarled claws hung from the ceiling.

While Hagrid asked the man behind the counter for a supply of some basic potion ingredients for them,
Harry himself examined silver unicorn horns at twenty-one Galleons each and minuscule, glittery-black beetle eyes at five Knuts a scoop.

Outside the Apothecary, Hagrid checked Harry's list again.

"Just your wand left - A yeah, and I still haven't got you're a birthday present." Harry felt himself go red. "But we going to do that together."

"You don't have to -"

They walked up to a set of Triplet Snow owls
'Hi, my name is Lewis, what yours?' asked Lewis.

'Sirius, do you want me to be your friend?' asked Sirius.
'You seem to have gone through a lot, but seem like a good person, I want to know more about your latter.'

'Only if you do, not going to force you to come with me,'
said Lewis, 'I would like to be your friend but only if you do.'

'I do, I got to know you better,' said Sirius.
'My Brothers are Regulus and James, I want them
to come with us to.'

The whole time the owl and Potter Triplets were listening to James and Lewis.

'You three are triplets to, triplets. So are we, triplets. Seem a good fit.' Through Lewis.

"Hagrid these three, there triplets like us." Said Lewis.
"And they like us."

Then triplets walked up with Arthur.
Ron, Rod, and Rob were looking at owls,
Lewis connected them to the owls, and they started communicating with them, "What their names?" Asked Lewis.

"This one is named Arthur." Said Rob.

"This one is named Lilly." Said Ron.

"This one is named Molly." Said Rod.

"There are all family to." Said Lewis.

Lewis walked over to Hagrid. "I want to get them those owls,
I want to give something. Please." Said Lewis. Hagrid give them the Gold for all three owls.

Lewis translated all six owl cages to their room at Hagrid's,
"Rob, Rod, and Rob, those owls are now you friends,
not your property." Said Lewis.

Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylop's Owl Emporium,
which had been dark and full of rustling and flickering,
jewel-bright eyes. "Dad, I think I want to buy the hole place."

"No. Remember it is you job to take care of the school owls.
Just Ollivander's left now - only place for wands, Ollivander's,
and yeh got to have the best wand." Said Hagrid.

A magic wand... this was what Harry had been really looking forward to. The last shop was narrow and shabby.
Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivander's:
Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair that Hagrid sat on to wait.

Harry felt strangely as though he had entered an extremely strict library; he swallowed a lot of new questions that had just occurred to him and looked instead at the thousands of narrow
boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason,
the back of his neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry jumped.
Hagrid must have jumped, too, because there was a loud crunching noise and he got quickly off the spindly chair.

An old man was standing before them, his wide,
pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Hello," said Harry awkwardly.

"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I would be seeing you soon Harry Potter, and you Lewis Potter,
And Arthur Potter."

"I go by Lil Arthur now." Said Lil Arthur.

"We are now Hagrides, not Potters." Said Lewis.

He just continued as if nothing was said and it
was not a question. "You have triplets have your mother's eyes.
It seems only yesterday she was in here herself,
buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inch long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."

Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Lewis. Harry did not like how he looked at Lewis. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy.

"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it - it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."

Mr. Ollivander had come so close that he and Lewis were almost nose to nose. Then Harry said, "Back up bub,
you too close to MY Lewis."

"And that's where..." Mr. Ollivander went to touch the lightning scar on Lewis' forehead with a long, white finger.
"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly.

"Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand,
very powerful, and in the wrong hands... well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do...
But it was not you Harry it was Lewis."
Going to touch Lewis hairline but he moved back at first then letting him move his hear to see a deeper scar then Harrys with a pattern that look like the center of the Triplets scars,
if they connected but had a star pattern where a very powerful curse hit him long ago.

"Rubeus! Rubeus Hagrid! How nice to see you again...
Oak, sixteen inches, rather bendy, wasn't it?"

"It was, sir, yes," said Hagrid.

"Good wand, that one. But I suppose they snapped it in half when you got expelled?" said Mr. Ollivander, suddenly stern.

"Er - yes, they did, yes," said Hagrid, shuffling his feet.
"I've still got the pieces, though," he added brightly.

"But you don't use them?" said Mr. Ollivander sharply.

"Oh, no, sur," said Hagrid quickly. Harry noticed he gripped his pink umbrella very tightly as he spoke.

"Hmmm," said Mr. Ollivander, giving Hagrid a piercing look. "Well, now - Mr. Potters. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket.
"Which is your wand arm?"

"Er - well, I'm right-handed," said Harry.

"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor,
knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said,
"Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Hagrid. We use unicorn hairs,
phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons.
No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same.
And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."

Harry suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own.
Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes. "That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Mr. Hagrid. 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 feeling foolish waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.
"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches.
Quite whippy. Try it Lewis," Lewis tried - but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back
by Mr. Ollivander.

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

Harry tried. And tried. He had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.

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

He handed Harry and Arthur took the wand.
They felt a sudden warmth in their fingers.

Harry and Lil Arthur raised the wand above their head,
brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework,
throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls.
Hagrid whooped and clapped, and Mr. Ollivander cried,
"Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, incredibly good. Well, well, well... how curious... how very curious... "

He put the twins' wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, "Curious... curious."

"Sorry," said Harry, "but what's curious?"

Mr. Ollivander fixed then with his pale stare.

"You two have an exact clone of his wand." Said Lewis,
"The wand that did so much damage to so many,
which will be useful in the future."

"I remember every wand I've ever sold.
Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wands, gave another feather just one other.
It is very curious indeed that you twins should be destined for this wand when its brother why, its brother
gave you that scar." Harry swallowed. "Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen.
The wand chooses the wizard, remember... I think we must expect great things from you,
Mr. Potters... After all, He Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things - terrible, yes, but great." Said Ollivander.

"If not for that being Uncle Albus phoenix,
I would burn these wands." Said Lewis.

"That scar give you memories and abilities you should not have."
Stated Ollivander, Ollivander started staring at Lewis,
then started grimacing in pain that seemed to be getting worse.

"You're trying to figure out what we know." Said Lewis,
"You're trying to read my mind are we."

"You can tell I am?" Asked Ollivander.

"Yes, we have dark thangs in here, you're not allowed,
we don't want people to know what in here." Said Lewis.

"You remember so munch seems to have aged you more than your brothers seem to still have a young mind compared
to yours Lewis, but they know all that you do." Said Ollivander.
"You recognize these wands, you remember that night,
you remember what was said."

"I might know it all, not a confirmation." Said Lewis.

Then Lewis still wandless picked up a strange looking wand,
and did the same thang, but he was drowned to it,
he started looking at it more and put it down.
Then the wand jumped back to him.

"That wand was also meant for you, you can have it."
Said Ollivander. "The old owner has hand it here for a while,
it is meant for you."

"Thank you." Said Lewis.

Hagrid paid for wands and Mr. Ollivander bowed
them from his shop.

The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky as they made their way back down Diagon Alley, back through the wall, back through the Leaky Cauldron, now empty and they sat down at one of the tables waiting for the Weasleys.

The Weasleys walked in. "Lewis did you buy my boys here owls?
That was a bit munch." Said Arthur.

"I wanted to do something for them since they
are our boyfriends." Arthur hugged Lewis.
They then moved their trunks to the Hagrides.
Then Lewis translocated them back to the Borrow.

"Lewis, Harry, and Albus want you to take the Train,
but put your trunks and pets in your room."
Said Hagrid and they moved all the boy's stuff into the Triplets room at Hagrides' House. Lewis started to speak,
but Hagrid said, "No you are going by train, it is the rules."

"Ok, Dad." Said Lewis, then realized asking, "That how you went there to right?"

"Yes, and everyone else." Said Hagrid. "But only the first time after that you can just walk up."

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