The story of Holly Jain Potter.

Chapter 2

Diagon Alley.

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(Last time)

Holly heard Hagrid Tap his umbrella against the walls a number of times though there was a pattern she couldn't see. Though she went wide yes as brick near the top quivered…. then started to move, leading to others to start shifting and turning as well, and soon a very large archway allowed the three of them to passage into what looked like a very narrow and meandering street.

Hagrid smiled as he looked down towards her, 'Welcome… Ha- Ah, Holly to Diagon Alley!'

Holly couldn't help but gape as the odd-looking trio continued to walk, and she couldn't help but .wish she would have about eight more pairs of eyes, everywhere she looked there were new and wondrous things she had never seen before.

Stores selling eyes of newts, dragon heartstring, and cauldrons.

'It's the Nimbus 2000!'

'They say it's the fastest broom yet!'

Holly overheard a nearby group of kids exclaim excitedly… though unsure what that was supposed to mean… weren't brooms supposed to be used to clean the floor with?

Holly wanted to take a closer look, however, Professor McGonagall placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

'I'm sorry Ms Potter, for safety, first-years are not permitted to have a broom, and our first stop today is Gringotts Wizarding Bank.' She explained softly so as not to be overheard, gesturing to a large marble building that stood out from the ramshackle stores that looked ready to fall apart.

'A word of Warning MsPotter.' Professor McGonagall continued, 'Gringotts is run by a race known as Goblins, and sovereign in their own right, though they hold no known territory outside of their bank. They do not suffer witches and wizards lightly, it's important that you be straight and to the point… and remember to be respectful.'

As they got closer, Holly noticed large writing carved into the marble wall, though she was unable to read what it said.

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.

'Aye, yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob Gringotts.' Hagrid said just as the trio walked toward a large set of doors where what Holly assumed to be two Goblins bowed them through. On the other side was a vast hall.

Holly found herself staying very close to Professor McGonagall now, shyly looking around, unsure what to make of the scene around her. There were more Goblins, behind tables of some kind, writing in extremely large and extremely thick books. There were also witches and wizards standing everywhere, talking to goblins or each other.

Hagrid separated from them, stating that he had Hogwarts business to attend to in the bank. McGonfall gave a stern nod, as if she knew what he was talking about, but didn't like it.

She guided Holly the opposite direction she flinched at the contact, but let herself be guided to one of the strange tables with a goblin behind.

'Ms Potter wishes to make an appointment to discuss her financial affairs.' Professor McGonagall said in a sharp monotone voice. Holly looked up at the Goblin feeling more than little scared.

'Can ms Potter, prove her identity.' The goblin replied just as sternly looking like he would much rather get back to work on the very large book than deal with the two of them. Hilary hid behind Professor McGonagall when the Goblin sneered at her.

'We will require a blood test as the key to Potter volts has been long since lost after the attack on the Potter family and the vaults sealed provided standard procedures were followed.

'Very well, Attendant Griphook!' a smaller looking goblin came fourth upon being called upon

'you will be escorting these two to administer Blood-fang's office for a blood test.' the first Goblin stated.

'Yes Sir!' The new Goblin replies sharply.

'Attendant Griphook will be your attendant for today.' The Goblin behind the table said, defer to him should you have any questions or requests… have a good day.' With this, the Goblin behind the table got back to work on the book while Holly and Professor McGonagall followed the new Goblin Griphook

They left the main hall, into a smaller one this one lined with pillars and doors.

They turned off not a door early on about five doors in

'Administrator Blood-Fang, two for a blood test sir!

'Enter!' A voice replied.

They entered through the door into a well

A decorated office where they were seated in front of the desk with an old looking Goblin sat behind judging by the silver of his hair.

A blank parchment sat on the desk.

This will just take a moment to get started, what is revealed on this document can be very pricey and sensitive. Who will be conducting the blood test?' The old goblin spoke his voice holding no patience for nonsense. As Griphook departed through the door.

Holly raised her hand a little, currently terrified.

'Cut the palm of your hand with this knife, let three drops of your blood fall, then we will use this potioned cloth to heal the wound.'

Reluctantly Holly did as she was told.

'Your parent generation.' Blood-Fang stated,

'Your father: Lord James Potter. Pureblood Wizard. Desist'

'Your mother: Lady Lily Potter (née Evans) 1st generation witch, Desist'

'You Aunt, mother's side, Mrs Petunia Dursley, Muggle'

'Your Uncle Mother's side, Mr Marcus Evans, Muggle Desist'.'

'Your generation'

'No siblings'

'Cousin- under your Aunt Petunia, Dudley Dursley, Muggle'

'Cousin: under your uncle Marcus Evans, Emilia Evans, Muggle'

'Yourself' Blood-Fang raises his silver brows.

'heiress Holly Jain Potter, formerly Harry James Potter'

'Age: 11'

'Of the Most ancient and Nobel house of Potter.' the elderly Goblin finished.

It was several hours later that they walked out of the bank, Holly with two coin purses full of various coins. And a bag full of documents about her vaults and herself, with Hagrid separating himself from them, with Professor Mcgongall explaining that the Gringotts minecarts didn't not agree with Hagrid's stomach, Professor McGonagall tried to explain how the coins worked, but Holly was simply left with more questions than she got answers.

She only managed to sort out that

Knuts where what Professor McGonagall called bronze coins

The silver coins were called Sickles

And the largest coins made of pure gold were called Galleons according to the Professor.

'Our second stop should be Madam Malkins, get your Hogwarts Uniform sorted, I'll wager that will find Hagrid at the cauldron for pick up, the Gringotts carts never much agreed with his stomach, will see him again soon enough.' Professor McGonagall said as they walked down the crowded street, thus it was by sheer luck, that Holly noticed that there was an odd indentation along the side of the road, almost as if there had been once a sidewalk, something she wouldn't have been brought so often by Aunt Petunia when she tried to get Duddy to walk on it instead of the street, there would be gaps in the sidewalk, almost like there would be street leading into rows of abandoned shops, though no one else seemed to notice.

Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. a small shop filled with various robes of all shapes and size, some more bizarre than anything Holly had seen before and was quite certain wouldn't meet the Dursleys standard for what was considered normal.

'Good to see you Minerva, a 1st generation wizard I see, doing the rounds? I have everything out, already fitting a young lady.' A square happy lady Chartres as they

'It's good to see you as well Valery, though Ms Potter isn't a 1st generation wizard, but, a miss souled second-generation witch.' Professor McGonagall replied softly as not to be overheard by the other two patrons.

Holly noted the other girl standing on a stool, she seemed to be her age, however, didn't look overly friendly at all, at least as far as Holly had seen friends interacting with each other. This girl seemed to have a rather bored expression.

Holly was quickly gestured to stand on a stool, next to the girl.

'I'm heiress Pansy Parkinson,' she introduced herself stiffly, her voice filled with far too much pride in the fact… 'I trust you are of proper breeding.'

Holly did not know how to answer the girl, who just continued regardless.

'I don't believe they should let in the rest of the rabble, magic ought to be reserved for us Pure-bloods…'

'That is quite enough ms Parkinson.' Professor McGonagall intervened sternly. 'Hogwarts policy is decided by Hogwarts staff, not the student body nor any other outside body.'

Sometime later after Pansy had left the store with her mother, Holly soon found herself dressed in a plain white buttoned shirt, a tie, a thick grey knitted v-neck jumper, and plain black pleated skirt.

'One thing you can count on Hagrid for, Ms Potter, is Pets and familiars, the man knows more about magical fauna than just about anyone, including our own professor in care of magical creatures,' explained Professor McGonagall. 'It is a shame he wasn't able to finish his education.' she continued, though Holly wasn't sure if she was supposed to have heard the last part, but decided to keep the information to herself.

As they exited the store Hogwarts Robes in a bag carried carefully in one of Holly's hands.

Hagrid approaches them, gently handed the owl over to Holly. 'Happy birthday, be gentle like. Ya don want ter shake er up too badly, she won like that.' He said with a warm smile, 'she is Snowy owl, Lucky to have seen her before anyone else, they are very rare birds this far south. I'll tell ya more about how to care of er though it can wait fer now.'

Holly couldn't help but smile…. 'T-th-thank you,' she found softly, her gaze transfixed on the snowy owl inside, until Professor McGonagall placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, Holly flinched away from the unexpected contact.

'We should be getting moving again Ms Potter,' the Professor said, 'we have still a lot of shopping to get through. I dear say we should stop by Mr Olivander's for your wand.'

Hagrid nodded, 'no finer place to get yer wand.'

It seemed like the robe shop, Olivander's wand shop was very small, with only a small space for patrons to stand, while the shop keeper made his way through his wares, who sprang forth abruptly, and Holly jumped back, straight into Professor McGonagall.

'Now, Garrick, was that necessary?' she said sternly to comfort

'ah, Minerva McGonagall.' the man replied with a smile, 'fir wood, and Dragon Heartstring, 9½ inches, excellent for transfiguration.'

his eyes then went to Hagrid, 'and Rubies Hagrid' the man's smile flattered, 'I suppose, they snapped your wand,'

'yes, Sir ,' Harrid replied glumly looking down at the dusty floor, before meeting the man's eyes once more, 'but I have the da pieces still!'

'I trust you do not use them.'

'ahh, no Mr Ollivaner.'

Mr Ollivander nodded before turning his attention to Holly, his smile extending all the way to his cheeks.

'I was wondering when I would see you here Mr…Ah… should I say, Ms Potter. I have been wondering when I would be seeing you here.' He said, 'I remember every wand I have ever sold… Yes, I'm afraid that includes the wand that gave you that scar.' the wand master exploded pointing directly to where Holly's scare was hidden by the fringe in front of her forehead.

Holly went wide eye… much to her own churning she looked nothing like a girl, as madam mellows had reminded her, even of the robes she bought where female robes she still and a boys body that she hated with passion.

'You are wondering how I know your true gender?' The elderly man asked.

Holly nooded mutely not daring to open her mouth in case it didn't close again.

Mr Olivander smiled, 'I possess a rare gift of being able to read people's souls. It's something that comes in very handy in my line of work. It has run in my family for many generations... Though that is neither here nor there, it's time to see which wand you are destined for.' Mr Olivander before moving away from the counter.

'Your mother…' he moved on, 'favoured a willow wand, 10 1/4 inches, excellent for charm work.' He then returned with a stack of boxes,, 'I say she favored the wand, when really, it is the wand that chooses the witch.' Ollivander then proceeded to remove a wand from its box, gently handing it over to Holly, who had the measuring tape measuring the length between her chest before Professor McGongall gave her wand flurry.

'That is quite enough of that!' She exclaimed

Holly gingerly took hold of the wand, only to have it immediately shoot out her hand, empaling into the side of a nearby shelf.

Mr Olivandef continued to smile as Holly tried wand after wand with varying results

After close to an hour afterwards, Holly was starting to lose hope of ever finding a wand, though Mr Olivander's attention seemed to be on the ceiling above him.

'I wonder.' He muttered… 'it would be the first one I've ever sold…' the elderly wandmaker muttered as he left the counter, through the rows of wands, before the sounds of stairs cracking echoed through the shops before after a few minutes he returned carrying a rather long looking box.

'No witch or wizard I have met, has been destined for one , however, gently he opened it revealing a very long staff.

'Phoenix feather, and dragon heartstring.' He said softly.

A gentle ollivander lifted it out of the box, placing it up right next to Holly who reluctantly took it in her hand and comfortable warmth spread through her, before the staff flowed softly and shrunk down both in height and width to where it fit in her hand comfortably sending waves of multi coloured lights bathing the normal dark store.

Professor McGonagall gasped alongside Hagrid who fell out of his chair.

'Oh yes!'Mr Ollivander cheered as the lights died down again, 'remarkable yet very curious. Yes, very curious.' The wand maker drifted into a mutter.

For the first time since entering the shop, Holly spoke.

'W...what c-cur-i-ou-s.' she asked her own curiosity getting the better of her though struggling with the unfamiliar word.

'It's curious Mr- Ms Potter,' Ollivander replies causing Holly to lean against Professor McGongall nervously. 'That the Phoenix that provided the father that resides in this staff, gave another feather, just one other. So it's curious that you are destined for this staff, when it's cousin. Why, it's cousin gave you that scare.' He finished pointing at Holly's forehead.

'Oh, I believe we can expect great things from you Ms Potter, after all, You-know-who did great things. Terrible yes, but great.'

It was with a quivering hand that Holly with considerable help from Professor McGonagall that she managed to pay Mr Ollivander for the staff, which blew a considerable amount of her 1000 Gallons leaving her with 300 to work with for the remainder of the needed supplies.

The trio departed the store with Holly having not noticed the Professor McGonagall cast a spell on her that renders her effectively invisible to those around her.

'Well, with a good amount of your money already spent on that most unexpected endeavor. It's about time we turn our attention to your books ms Potter. Flourish and Blotts should be able to sort us out.' The Stern Professor said once they were back on the street and underway back in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron.

The book shop was very different from the past two shops, it had an almost vast interior with two floors of books.

Holly walked away from the two adults in daze, her fingers gliding over spines of Various Texts, what Professor McGonagall explained to be parchment books. Parchment binded together tightly to hardened leather with woven twine. Each tomb and book held ambient magic that had bleed from the author via the quill that would infuse with the ink. Copies would be made via duplication charm, those copies protected through wards and sets of spells made to protect from damage and more importantly, to protect from forgery and plagiarism.

Holly soon found herself lost in a world of texts and the histories such as and a quickly becoming a particular favourite, the stories of the dearing and incredibly intelligent, Rowena Ravenclaw, the brave Godric Gryffindor, the ever loyal and hardworking Helga Hufflepuff, and the ever witty and shrewd Salazar Slytherin.

Professor McGonagall places a gentle hand on Holly's shoulder causing her to jump up in surprise... 'Hogwarts a History is a wonderful read ms potter.' she said with a soft smile, 'however I am afraid our budget is a bit stretched as is.'

Holly saddened a little, unable to continue to read the fascinating misadventures of the daughter of Helga Hufflepuff and the dashing son of a clergyman who lived in the small nearby hamlet of Hogsmead. She gently put the book in its place on the bookshelf, soon finding her way through the isles to the various texts she would need for her first year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

It was a brief look though A History of Magic that she had found for her new owl… Hedwig, named after a Saint Hedwig, patron saint of orphans.

though there only two of the school books that took her fancy, the standard book of spells, and A beginner's guide to transfiguration, with A History of magic taking a close second after the other two.

It was bregrugly and two hundred galleons less now, leaving just a hundred of what she had started with after having left the bank.

Whilst Holly was preoccupied with Hedwig and the book… when she looked up and noticed that they had entered what looked like a small clinic, with Hagrid being nowhere to be seen.