Chapter 4 is finally up! I will probably move the update date to Saturday permanently due to the fact that I'm a college student.

The Diagon Alley chapter was originally supposed to be one chapter but it was way too long so here is part one and you'll get part two next Saturday!

Happy reading!

Willow freaked out at first when she realized that they were going to fly on this motorcycle. She stared at Hagrid as he swung a leg over the motorcycle and settled himself onto the seat. Harry scrambled into the passenger compartment and looked at Willow, confused as to why she was hesitating.

Alright, you have two options. You can get on the motorcycle or you can go back to the Dursleys. She almost laughed as she climbed into the compartment with her brother. Go back to the Dursleys? She was being ridiculous. She vowed to herself that come hell or high water, there was no way that she was going to go back to them.

Hagrid started the motorcycle and Willow forced herself to watch the hut on the rock get farther and farther away and eventually get lost in the vastness of the blue sea.

On the way Hagrid explained that they would stop by the Leaky Cauldron. Anyone who wanted to get to the entrance of Diagon Alley would have to go through the Leaky Cauldron, which was apparently some sort of wizard bar.

Willow sat in silence for a while letting the wind whip past her. She half listened to Hagrid and Harry's conversation as she looked down at the passing landscape, admiring the lush green forests they were flying over. When they got to the topic of what they would specifically need for Hogwarts she decided to speak up.

"Hagrid, how are we supposed to pay for our school supplies, we don't have any money, and-"

"Of course ye do, do you think your parents left you with nothing? Nah, it's all in your vault at Gringotts."

"Gringotts?" Harry asked.

She looked over at Harry, and he was looking at Hagrid puzzled. She rolled her eyes and smiled, Gringotts was obviously a bank. Though the name did sound absolutely ridiculous. She did nudge Harry a little when Hagrid confirmed her thought, Gringotts was the wizarding bank.

"Run by goblins, you know, so you best not try anything, they'll get real ugly if ye do"

She gave him the side eye that seemed to say I told you so. He scowled at her playfully before they began to laugh at each other. The wind made their hair go in every direction imaginable making the two of them quite a comical sight. Harry's soft green eyes met Willow's harsh green ones as they laughed at each other. At least until Willow's brain processed what Hagrid said.

There are Goblins?!

Not long afterward they landed in an empty field and walked to the street just catty-corner of it.

"Ah, here we are, the Leaky Cauldron." Hagrid clapped the twins on the shoulder before pointing to a shabby building which looked out of place nestled between a more modern bookstore and record shop.

Willow stared at the building in disbelief, it didn't look like much. Although, to give the poor tavern some credit, it looked better than that god forsaken hut on the rock, but that wasn't to beat. Hagrid ushered them in through the wooden door and, as much as it was a hole in the wall on the outside, it was pretty cozy, though quite dim, and fairly busy on the inside. The bartender, and owner according to Hagrid, noticed the giant right away.

"Hagrid! Here for a pint?" The old man wiped down a couple of glasses and poured a few drinks for some bizarrely dressed patrons before giving his full attention to Hagrid.

Hagrid cleared his throat.

"Not today, Tom. I have some important business," he puffed his chest proudly.

"I got a mission from Dumbledore 'imself. Told me to take the Potter twins to get their school supplies." With Hagrid's declaration everyone in the pub quieted their conversations and turned to look, or in reality, stare at them. Examining the people around her now that the pub was silent was still, the people weren't looking at them. They were mainly looking at Harry.

"It's the Boy-Who-Lived."

"Harry Potter?

"He defeated You-Know-Who"

It seemed as if someone flipped a switch and everyone began talking again, but this time, everyone was talking about Harry. 'Boy-Who-Lived' seemed to be the phrase that everyone was using and Willow was wondering why they couldn't have thought of a better name for him.

Willow stepped back as the wizards gathered around Harry, she didn't want to be in the limelight like that and the witches and wizards had already acknowledged that she was there and moved on to talk to Harry who seemed to be loving the attention. She sighed. It was how it always was.

Willow tried to ignore all of the noise, choosing instead to ask the owner if he had anything to drink. He gave her a mug of water and, in an attempt to start a conversation and cheer her up, asked who she was.

"Willow Potter, twin to Mr. Celebrity over there." Willow forced herself to keep a light tone and was rewarded when a spark of humor lit up in Tom's eyes. Tom opened his mouth to say something smart back when someone else spoke before him.

"Y-You know, n-n-not a l-lot w-w-was wr-written about you." She turned to look at the stuttering voice, watching as a man sat down right next to her.

"P-pity really, c-considering you weren't hit w-w-with a single sp-spell. V-very odd y-you kn-now"

She stared at the stranger. This turban wearing, stuttering man knew more about her than she did, but then again, what she knew wasn't much.

"Who are you?" Tom had gone to attend to other patrons, it was just Willow and this man.

"I'm P-professor Qu-Quirrell. I t-teach the D-defense Against the Dark Arts at Hog-hogwarts." He chuckled, even though his demeanor made him seem terrified of the very word that he was speaking.

"A r-rather rid-d-iculous name for a c-c-lass considering all t-types of magic can be d-dangerous."

Willow's eyes widened as she took a drink of her water. She tried to ask Hagrid about magic but he kept deflecting her questions. She was dying for more information, and the man was willing to give it to her. She would listen and try to retain as much of what she told him even though she couldn't take him seriously with that ridiculous purple turban wrapped around his head haphazardly.

"There are different types of magic?"

A gleam entered into the eyes of the professor at the question and he placed his arms on the table, and folded his hands. His face a little more serious. He straightened his posture as he began to lecture Willow.

"Why of course, in theory, people talk about light magic, dark magic and grey magic, not to mention ancient magic. Each kind can do both harm and good, you know. It all depends on the user, and their intent. But I shouldn't go on that tangent, though you seem to be very interested. If you have my class, then I'd be more than happy to continue this conversation and talk to you about the inner workings of magic. However," he paused and looked over her shoulder.

Willow turned to see what he was looking at. Hagrid and Harry seemed to have finally gotten away from the crowed of people and were now looking for her.

"it seems like our time for now has been cut short, for your brother and Hagrid are waiting on you."

Willow nodded and said goodbye to Professor Quirrell. She made her way over to them, stopping once to thank Tom for the water. She reached Harry and Hagrid they made their way to the back of the Leaky Cauldron.

Hagrid cleared his throat.

"So, I saw you talking to Professor Quirrell." Willow hummed her affirmation to him as they kept walking.

"He's a nice man, Quirrell, even with the stutter. He got bit by a vampire while in Romania a while back and hasn't been the same."

Willow's brain seemed to short circuit and it took an embarrassing amount of time for Willow to process the fact that Vampires ALSO existed. Once she was able to sort of grasp the idea it was quickly pushed to the back of her mind when she thought about what Hagrid said when he was talking about Professor Quirrell.

About his stutter specifically.

Thinking back on her conversation with the professor, she realized that halfway through their fairly short conversation, he stopped stuttering. In fact, she realized, his entire demeanor changed drastically. It was strange.

This whole situation is strange, she reminded herself, you're in a different world practically

But even so, first Hagrid's story about Voldemort, and now Quirrell. Something was, or is, going on.

Willow just hoped it wasn't of the life altering sort.

She stared at the red brick wall they were facing. Were they supposed to go through there? There was no door. Willow and Harry looked at Hagrid, the giant man had pulled out an umbrella and tapped a specific brick on the wall. After a couple of seconds the bricks started to separate, first forming a small hole and then the hole transformed into an opening. They stepped through and the twins were practically transported to another world. They were greeted to the sight of witches and wizards going from store to store, running errands, getting lunch. It was like a familiar marketplace, or town square, but all of the shops and all of the cafes were magical. The patrons were in wizarding robes that swished around their bodies, and a number of their carried brooms, or wore pointed hats.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley," Hagrid said, smiling at the looks on the twins faces. "Come on now, we've got things to do. Supplies to get."

"Where are we going first?" Harry's voice was filled with awe as he look around at everything

"Gringotts is first, you need to get your money and I have to pick up a special package for Dumbledore. That big white building up there. Do yeh see it?"

There wasn't a way that you could miss it. It was the tallest building, and, in Willow's opinion, the most beautiful. Gringotts was made of white marble the building itself looked tilted but as you got closer the tilted facade lifted and you were able to see the grandeur of the building. As they walked up the steps to the front doors, Willow stopped to read the gold lettering of the sign that was engraved on 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

"How nice," Willow muttered, wincing.

"Like I said yeh'd be crazy ter try to steal from here. It's one of the safest places, aside from Hogwarts that is. Run by goblins, an' they can be real scary." Hagrid shivered and it accentuated his point.

Harry paled and gulped. Willow rolled her eyes again, but on the inside she felt the same way. If Hagrid wanted them to trust the goblins, then why was he trying to scare them. It didn't make any sense to her.

Hagrid opened the front door for them and the twins cautiously stepped inside of Gringotts. As soon as they walked through the doors, she had to continuously fight the urge to stare at everything. The marble walls and floors only make the gold decorations and huge chandeliers stand out more. It was absolutely beautiful. Willow's mind was going at 100 miles an hour trying to process everything as they made their way to an available bank teller. They walked up the desk the teller was at and Willow made a conscious effort not to stare at him. With his long ears and very short stature, paired with his beak like nose and wrinkled skin, he looked about what Willow thought a goblin would look like.

"State your business." the goblin didn't look up from what he was writing.

"The Potters would like to make a withdrawal, and I have to pick something up for Dumbledore in Vault 713" Hagrid fumbled around, looking for something in his coat pocket.

"Key please," the goblin droned, putting away his work.

Hagrid searched his coat for a bit longer until he found the key and a sealed letter. He placed both on the counter. The goblin accepted the key but opened the letter and went through what looked to be an authentication process. Once he was satisfied with the letter he called for another goblin, Griphook, to take them down to the vaults. The goblin, Griphook, came and led the trio to mine carts that took them deeper into the bank.

They descended downward into the bank. Willow watched with unease as the bank became darker and the air became damp. She made the mistake of looking down once and realized that she couldn't tell what was at the bottom. She couldn't see the bottom at all.

Willow was thankful when they finally lurched to their first stop.

Vault 687. The Potter Vault.

Griphook took out the little golden key that Hagrid had given him and inserted it. When the goblin opened the vault, Willow was astounded at the sheer amount of gold, silver, and various other treasures in there. The group exited the mine cart and Harry and Willow took the time to investigate the other treasures. There was a stack of old books and a pile of expensive looking clothing boxes on one corner of the vault. There was also gorgeous sets of jewelry there as well. Hagrid stepped into the vault with them and began to help scoop up a portion of the coins into two separate bags.

"Right then, 29 bronze Knuts to a silver Sickle and 17 sickles to a gold Galleon." He did a quick check of each bag.

"That should that yeh both a couple o' terms." They they and Hagrid pulled Willow aside and told her that he added a bit extra in case she wanted to get new clothes outside of her school robes.

"You won't want to wear yer uniform all the time." Willow smiled and thanked him as they got back in the cart. She hadn't even realized that this was all she had to wear, and it was sweet that he did.

When everyone was settled in again Griphook got back in and continued their descent into the depth of Gringotts. Willow turned to ask Hagrid a question but he looked a little green a she thought better of it.

Vault 713 was their next stop and it was so dim Willow could barely make out the number and letters spelling out the vault. There was no keyhole, so instead the goblin caressed the door and it rippled and vanished.

"What happens if someone else tried that?" Willow asked, shocked. The goblin smiled sadistically and leered at her.

"They get sucked into the vault, but worry, we come looking for robbers around once a decade."

She shuddered, horrified. Willow leaned out of the cart to see what was inside this Vault. There had to be even more riches than what she saw inside her and Harry's vault. But there were no riches. In fact, Looking closer inside there seemed to be nothing but a small brown package, no even a single Knut. Hagrid quickly exited the mine cart, scooped up the package and climbed reluctantly back in.

"It'd be great if yeh didn't tell anyone about this. Dumbledore wants to keep it a secret."

Willow glanced at Hagrid, confused. If he and Dumbledore wanted to keep this a secret… why did he take two children on the errand?

The cart lurched again but this time moved upwards, which was probably worse than than going down in Willow's opinion. Hagrid seemed to agree, not only did he look green, he also looked like he was going to he sick at any moment. Willow's only hope was that if he did, he aimed outside of the cart.

Soon they were back on the main floor and Willow had never loved solid ground more in her life. The twins waited a moment for Hagrid to get his bearings and they left Gringotts.

They took a few steps outside and Willow eyes had to adjust to being in the daylight, the vaults were dark and going into sun straight afterward was not something she would recommend. Hagrid paused again after they descended the steps of the wizarding banks and had told them that he needed to go do something. Willow thought she heard him mumble something along the lines of "blasted carts" and "pick-me-up".

"Will you be okay doing some shopping by yourselves?" They hesitated but nodded when they noticed that he still looked a little green. He thanked them, turned, and rushed away, leaving Harry and Willow alone in the middle of Diagon Alley.

They were both quiet for a moment.

"Well," Harry started, and paused unsure of what to say.

Willow thought it was best if she didn't say anything. They looked at each other for a moment more, turned away from each other, and went in opposite directions.