Chapter 3: Going to Diagon Alley… just your average shopping trip

Harry's POV

Harry sighed, prodding his breakfast with his fork. He had no appetite, but he pretended to be eating out of being polite to Percy, one of the transfer students.

Percy had woke up early that day and volunteered to make breakfast. The most delicious breakfast you'll ever have eaten, he had promised. It turned out to be blue pancakes. A large shriek had echoed around the house when Hermione had seen the blue pancakes. She insisted that it wouldn't be healthy to consume so much food coloring. Still, it was the only food available in the house.

30 minutes later everybody was ready to go. They lined up in front of the fireplace which Mrs. Weasley threw some Floo powder into.

"Um… Harry? You sure that it's safe to walk into green flames?" Carter eyed the fireplace nervously.

Ron snorted. "Of course it's safe. Have you never traveled by Floo network before in America?"

"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley admonished. "They said they had a lot of enemies in America. Perhaps it's too easy to track down people who travel by Floo?" She looked at them for confirmation.

Percy quickly nodded. "Exactly," Sadie said, beaming.

"I don't think so, Harry," Hermione whispered in Harry's ear, casting a suspicious look at the transfer students. "How else would they be able to travel? They don't have broomsticks; they're too young to Apparate, and we don't even know how they got here in the first place.'

Of course, Harry thought. Hermione's the smart one. It makes sense.

He made a silent vow to keep an eye on the transfer students at all times.

Percy's POV

"Diagon Alley," I said loudly and clearly. A few seconds passed and I found myself clambering out of the fireplace at our destination.

Leo had already arrived, and the others quickly popped out of the fireplace a few minutes later.

"Well," Mrs. Weasley started, "Now we're all here, let's go get your school supplies, shall we?"

Leo cheered and ran down the alley, occasionally stopping by shops he found that he deemed worth looking at. Carter and Sadie followed closely, making small comments such as, "How do these sticks work?" or "They fly on broomsticks?".

I tagged along to the trio of Harry, Hermione, and Ron and followed them into what seemed to be a magical pet store. I winced as all the owls sent me hostile looks and screeched loudly at the idea of having a son of Poseidon being near them.

"They don't like you," Harry observed.

Cue my extremely intelligent answer for emergency situations: "Um, yeah."

It's not like I could say to them in their faces: yo, guys, I'm a demigod. The owls hate me because of this rivalry between my dad, Poseidon, and Athena that's been going on for a few millennia now. Cool, right?

Then, we split up, and I walked faster to catch up with Hermione, who was studying the display cabinet at some shop. We walked in to find shelves of books all for the purpose of studying magic. Cool, but I don't read.

I collected all the books on my booklist and walked over to a corner Hermione was studying intensely.

"Um… hi," I said awkwardly.

"Rubbish." She was muttering to herself. "Look, Percy! These ways of Divination… they don't make sense! How is this supposed to work!?"

"I have a friend back home who can sort-of tell the future… in weird prophecies which rhyme and at least mention one death." I told her.

She looked a bit miffed. "Well, if you say so… I still don't get Divination."

Then, Carter dragged Sadie, who was laughing so hard she was clutching her stomach, into the bookstore.

"Oh my gods!" By now she was howling with laughter. "They use sticks to cast spells… that makes no sense at all!"

"Sorry." Carter groaned. "She just won't stop laughing."

"What would you do with a stick? Poke people with it? Stab them in the eye?"

"Rachel once did nail Kro- I mean Grandfather in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush." I supplied. Then I caught Hermione looking at them with a confused expression. The poor girl must've not understood what we were talking about. So I told her, "Long story. You wouldn't want to know."

She huffed and walked away.

Sadie's POV

Carter and I went to get our robes for school after meeting up with Percy and Hermione. Quite unfortunately, someone bumped into me when I was walking in the entrance.

I immediately looked up to see a blonde boy who was a bit older than me-around Carter's age, by the side of a woman who looked like his mother.

He sneered. "Apologize."

"You bumped into me first. You should be the one who's apologizing." I argued.

"Who do you think you are?" Scowling, he took a step towards me. I took a step back. "Scared now, aren't we?" He taunted.

I took a deep breath and started to talk, my voice dangerously calm. "I don't know who you think I am," My eyes flared with anger, "But I'm not a weak little girl who's scared of somebody whose father spoilt them like a rich little brat. I'm backing down because I'm refraining myself from hurting you, or endangering the people around us. So if you don't want to get hurt, you better get out of my sight."

The boy scoffed. "As if you could scare me, you little Mudblo-"

"Draco, stop." Who I assumed to be his mother said sharply. She studied me with a glimmer of interest, and fear in her eyes. "Deal with your childish arguments at school. What will your father say of this?"

With that, she turned and walked away, her robes swishing behind her. 'Draco' glared at me one last time before he too left the scene.

"Sadie! Carter!" Leo pushed his way through the crowd. "It's time to go!"

I took a look at the store behind me. 'Draco' and his mother were completely out of sight now. "Let's go."