Hey all! Here's the newest chapter of the story. Hope you all enjoy. Going to start having a schedule in place now. Every saturday evening/sunday morning, the newest chapter will be released. Hope you all enjoy.

~Airwatcher

Chapter 2:

Harry opened his eyes to knocking on his door. Slowly, Harry got out of bed and walked over to the knocking and saw Hagrid standing in front of him.

"'Ello Harry. It's time for you to go shopping for your supplies. You don't need to keep that cloak on, but if you don't want everyone coming to shake your hand while in the Leaky Cauldron, I would suggest that you do. The person who is taking you to get your supplies is Professor McGonagall. She is a professor at Hogwarts and the Deputy Headmistress. But first, here are some extra clothes so you don't have to go out in sleepwear," said Hagrid as he passed Harry a shirt and a pair of jeans. Harry thanked Hagrid before pulling on the pants and shirt before grabbing the cloak and pulling the hood up. Harry walked into the main area of the pub with Hagrid and the two of them walked towards where McGonagall and another female were waiting.

"Hagrid, I suppose this is him?" asked McGonagall, as she knew what the boy was trying to do.

"Aye. I imagine he'll take off the hood once you take leave from the pub. He would just rather not have everyone clamoring over him."

"Indeed," said McGonagall. "I can't imagine anyone wanting that to happen. Well, I'll be off. Does he have his key?"

"Aye. I gave him the key to the trust vault, like Dumbledore told me. But if you're asking about any other vaults that Lily and James had, well I wasn't given keys to those."

"That is fine. So far as I know, Lily and James only had one vault. Thank you for your assistance."

"Always a pleasure," said Hagrid before he walked off.

"Alright you two," said McGonagall, "It's time for us to be going. But first, I will introduce you two. Ria, this person is Harry Potter, but for reasons you will find out later, it is better for him to have his face obscured in crowded areas. Harry, this is Ria Kachmer, a muggleborn witch. She lives in the same neighborhood as your aunt and uncle. After we are done shopping, I will be returning you to your relatives." Harry looked at Ria. Ria was a little taller than he was, with pale blue eyes and shoulder length straight black hair. At first glance, she looked incredibly innocent. Her eyes wide as she looked around the magical pub, trying to spot all the differences between a muggle pub and a magical pub. Harry then turned to look at the professor.

"Please, Professor, I don't want to go back to that house," pleaded Harry. McGonagall looked into Harry's eyes for a bit before replying.

"Hmm. I will see if we can do something about that, but for now, let's get on with our shopping. First, we'll need to go to Gringotts. Harry, you received the key for your vault from Hagrid, yes?" Harry nodded. "Good. Well, let's be on our way." The group of the three stood up and walked to the back of the pub, where there was a wall obstructing their path. The professor took out her wand and began tapping the bricks before stepping back. Before either of the eleven year old students could speak up, the bricks started rearranging themselves and opening up to reveal an entrance. "Welcome to Diagon Alley."

"Diagon Alley?" asked Ria as she looked at the amount of people walking through the busy marketplace. Harry slowly lowered his hood, allowing Ria the first good luck at what Harry looked like. What she saw surprised her. She expected someone incredibly famous seeing as how he didn't want his identity to be known, but instead it was a boy with unruly hair and circular damaged glasses.

"Yes, Ria, Diagon Alley. It is where everyone goes to shop, but before we go to any of the shops, we have to go to Gringotts, the bank where all money is stored. Of course, since you have none stored in the bank, you will be given a vault, with funds transferred to your vault from the Hogwarts Vault, which gives money to all muggleborn students."

"What about Harry?" asked Ria. "Does he not need money from the bank?"

"Harry is what you would call muggle raised. His parents were magical, so they already have a vault set up for him, to which he was given the key last night. He will not need any extra money, but thank you for being considerate." Harry, meanwhile, had not heard anything of the previous conversation. Right now, he was taking the sight of Diagon Alley, and boy was he surprised. He had never seen this many people in one place, wait scratch that. He had never seen so many people, period. There were people rushing from shop to shop with a multitude of bags and kids who were just as skinny and lanky as him.

"Are you coming?" Harry snapped back into reality when he saw that Ria was waiting for him to follow them, and so quickly walked through the entrance to Diagon Alley. Harry looked behind and was immensely surprised when he saw the bricks rearranging themselves back to their original state. Harry followed Ria and McGonagall through the crowds, weaving through the masses until they finally stood before the great bank of Gringotts. When they walked in, Harry saw some of the weirdest looking creatures he had ever seen.

"Professor, what are those creatures?" whispered Harry as he walked beside the professor.

"Those are Goblins, and they are an extremely proud and violent race, so whatever you do, do not get on their bad side. It will not end well for you. Treat them with respect, and they will most likely do the same for you. Now, take out your key, and when I tell you to, present it to the goblin." The three then walked over to one of the Goblins sitting at a desk.

"How may I help you?" asked the goblin without looking up from his work.

"First, I would like to set up a regular-security vault under the name of Ria Kachmer with Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall as the magical guardians. I would then like for 2000 galleons to be transferred from the Hogwarts Vault to the vault of Ria Kachmer. Finally, Mr. Potter would like to visit his trust vault.

"Very well," said the goblin as he turned around and spoke in snarls and growls to another one of the goblins behind him. "The vault has been taken care of. Here is the key." A silver key with golden outlines was handed to Minerva, who handed it to Ria. "Now, I believe you will want to visit both of them. Griphook!" Hastily, another goblin came forwards. "Take Mr. Potter, Ms. McGonagall, and Ms. Kachmer to Vaults 687 and 782."

"Yes sir. Come with me." The goblin turned around without waiting for the three magic users. All three of them walked at a brisk pace in order to keep up with the goblin. The goblin led them to a cart, on which they all sat down. Soon, the cart was sliding forwards at extremely high speeds. Harry and Ria screamed as the cart flew down the track, doing many twists and turns. At one point, the cart did four back to back loops, resulting in Ria losing her breakfast. All the while, McGonagall sat in the cart looking like the definition of class, not even swaying as the cart moved. Finally, the cart came to an abrupt stop, almost forcing the two kids out of their seats.

"I'm never doing this again," groaned Ria.

"What are you talking about? That was incredible!" exclaimed Harry as he grinned from ear to ear. Ria looked at Harry like he had grown a second head before turning to follow Griphook.

"Lamp, please," said Griphook. Minerva turned around and grabbed one of the lamps and walked off the cart with the two children behind her, handing the lamp to the goblin. Harry took out the key, knowing that he would be needing it soon. "Key, please." Harry took the lamp from the goblin and handed him his golden key. The goblin placed the key into the keyhole, and turned before handing the key back to Harry and taking back the lamp. The door opened to reveal piles of gold, silver, and bronze.

"Uh…what are these?" asked Harry, looking at McGonagall.

"The gold ones are the galleons. Those are the highest valued currency in the wizarding world. The silver ones are sickles. There are 17 sickles for every galleon. The bronze ones are knuts. There are 493 knuts for every galleon and 29 knuts for every sickle."

"One more question. How am I supposed to carry all the money? I didn't bring a bag with me."

"Here you go," said McGonagall as she handed Harry a medium-sized money pouch. Harry then went about putting 100 gold coins, 50 silver coins, and 25 bronze coins in the bag.

"That should be enough, right?"

"Yes, that should. Unless you want to buy a special trunk or extra books, then that will be more than enough." Harry was about to leave when he noticed a book in the back of the vault. Walking over to the book, Harry picked it up and noticed the title.

"Dueling and the usage of every spell. By: Godric Gryffindor and Hardian Gryffindor," said Harry as he read off the title. Harry then turned to look at Minerva. "Can I take this?"

"It is yours," said Minerva, "But I would advise putting it somewhere safe so you don't lose your grip on it during the cart ride and until you have your own trunk. If you would like, I can make it smaller so that you can put it in your pocket."

"Please."

"Master Goblin, may I take my wand out for the usage of making the book smaller?" asked Minerva as she turned to look at the small creature standing near the cart.

"As long as it is used only for that purpose, then you have my permission," said Griphook. Minerva nodded and took out her wand and pointed it at the book was holding. Suddenly, the book began to shrink until it was the size of the Gringott's key. Harry placed the book in his pocket before stepping out of the vault and closing the door. He then walked over to the cart and sat down. Minerva and Ria followed and soon they were off to vault 782. When they got to the vault, they went through the same process of opening the vault as had happened when they went to Harry's vault. However, in this vault, instead of just gold, there were seven shelves lined with books.

"What are-"

"The books, Ria, are the books that you will need for Hogwarts. The lowest shelf has the books for your first year. Because you are a muggleborn and need money to pay for your tuition, that also means you will be given second-hand books. It is just the nature of things."

"It is fine," said Ria. "As long as I get to attend school, I am fine with that."

"Well, it's a good thing that you are humble. Anyways, I would suggest that you grab about 50 galleons. That should cover the costs of the wand, robes, and anything else that you might need." Ria nodded her head and took the money pouch from McGonagall's outstretched hands and filled the pouch up with golden coins. As Ria was doing that, McGonagall had placed the books into a bag and carried them onto the cart where Harry had remained. After exiting the bank, the first thing that they did was head to the store that sold trunks.

Before even entering, Harry could see a number of different trunks. There were a few with padlocks, a few with just a normal latch, and even one that looked like they were a trunk within a trunk. And each of these trunks were colored differently. Red, white, and green. As they entered the shop, Harry could see that there were even more trunk varieties. Just at a glance, Harry could see at least 20 different types of trunks.

"Ah, Minerva, how are you doing on this fine day. It's been many a day since I've seen you last. I believe the last time I saw you in my shop was during the rise of you-know-who. Anyways, what is it that brings you to my humble store?" asked a man with graying hair.

"Marcus. It has indeed been a long time since I've set foot in this establishment. Anyways, I'm looking to buy two trunks for the young man and woman behind me."

"Ah, Mr. Potter. You look just like your father, but you have your mother's eyes. Though, I expect that you will be hearing that from anyone who met your parents. But before I get to you, let's take a look at the young lady. Ladies first, right? What is your name, miss?"

"Ria. Ria Kachmer."

"Well, Ms. Ria, let me ask you what is your spending budget for your trunk?" Ria turned to look at McGonagall, not knowing how much would be a good amount to spend on the trunk.

"Let's say…ten to twenty galleons at the most," said the professor.

"Right then," said Marcus as he grabbed three trunks from off the shelves. "These are three types that you will be looking at. The first one is your basic trunk with very little security. The only thing keeping it closed, the latches, is the only form of security on this trunk. The next trunk has a little more in the form of security. This one comes with a padlock, which can have an actual key or be keyed to your wand. But it is possible to break the padlock, making it useless if the padlock is broken. The final one that you can buy with your spending budget is the one with a number dial, a padlock, and a password. The padlock works the same as the one I just explained and the number dial works much like one you would see on a bicycle lock. The password, however, is not entered, but is told verbally. So, which will it be?" Ria looked at the three trunks, all of them made from the same material and had the same color.

"Two questions. Are all your trunks the same color? And are all your trunks made from the same material?"

"I can get you a trunk in brown, green, white, red, and blue. As for the material, well I do make trunks in other materials, just not in your pricing range. Any other questions?"

"Nope. I'll take the one with a padlock. And I'll choose to have the key rather than my wand be the method of unlocking the trunk," said Ria. "How much?"

"Ten galleons," said Marcus. "Any specific color?"

"White, please," said Ria as she counted ten galleons out from her money pouch and placed them onto the counter as Marcus went into the back of the store came back with two trunks. He placed the one under his left arm on the floor before placing the one under his right on the table. After counting the number of galleons, Marcus smiled.

"Well, you're good to go, miss. The trunk is yours. And as a special gift, I've charmed this trunk to be able to shrink to fit into your pocket and grow to a normal size whenever you say 'trunk, grow' or 'trunk, shrink'. I do hope you make good use of your trunk."

"I will, thank you," said Ria, bowing slightly. Then, Marcus turned to look at Harry, who stepped forwards. Marcus grabbed the trunk that was on the floor and placed it on the table.

"Now, here is something special for you, Harry. Your parents had this commissioned right before they went into hiding. I do not know who it was for, but I can tell you the security systems that were put in place in order to protect whatever is in the trunk. And while I'm talking about the inside, let me tell you about what makes this trunk so special. The trunk is made of durasteel, a rare alloy, and one that only the house of Potter possesses. I do not know how it is created. I was just given the material. Oh, and the extra durasteel that was leftover after the creation of this trunk is in the trunk. Anyways, like I was saying, this trunk is made of durasteel, which is impervious to most spells. The inside of the trunk has been magically expanded and split into sections. There are potions, clothing, books, dueling, relaxation two other unnamed sections. To put something in a section, you only have to hold the item in the trunk and say what section to put it in, and the magic will take care of the rest. Same thing for taking out an item."

"So, basically, what you are saying is that there are five sections in my trunk, and to place things in the trunk I just have to hold it near the holding area, say what section, and the trunk will take care of the rest? Plus, there are actual rooms that I can go into that are in the trunk?" asked Harry.

"That's the gist of it," replied Marcus. "Moving onto the security of the trunk. The trunk is equipped with a blood and magical aura unlocking system. To activate these systems, all I need is for you to prick your blood onto the locking system. That will not only register the blood part, but also your magical aura as magic is in your blood. After that, only you and you alone will be able to open your trunk."

"How much does this cost?"

"Well, your father already paid off the entire trunk, so I do not need any money from you. All I need to do was confirm that you are Harry Potter, which the blood prick will confirm. And like with Ms. Ria's trunk, this one can also shrink and grow, but there is a mild feather-light charm on the trunk. The durasteel is extremely heavy. It makes it weigh as much as a normal trunk." Harry nodded as he took his shrunken books out.

"Can I test it out?"

"Of course. But first, place some blood on each of the latches." Harry nodded and held out his finger and allowed the man to give him a light cut on his right hand finger before smearing blood on the latches. Harry then opened up the trunk. After choosing one of the books, Harry was about to turn to McGonagall when it expanded on his own. Smiling, Harry placed the book in the shadowed area of the trunk and made his first command.

"Place this in the book section." Then without any noise, the book disappeared from Harry's hand. "Guess it works," said Harry before doing the same action with the remaining books and then closed the trunk and murmured, "Trunk, shrink." The trunk then began shrinking until it was the size of a toy. Harry then placed it in his pockets. "Thank you, sir."

"It is not problem. Now out!" Harry and Ria bowed once before leaving the shop. As soon as they were out of the shop, Harry was once again overwhelmed by the amount of people present.

"Okay, the next thing on the list is to go get robes. However, since that will take a long time, I will go purchase your books, Harry. I will take you both to get fitted, and while you are doing that, I will pop over to the book store and buy your books."

"I can-"

"It's fine, Harry," interrupted Minerva. "It will make everything go a little bit faster." The three then headed off towards Madam Malkin's. McGonagall called over a helper and immediately she got to helping Harry get his robes.

"Hogwarts, too?" Harry turned to see a boy his age with blond, slicked back hair looking at him with his robes already fitted for him.

"Yeah," replied Harry as the helper placed a pin on one of the sleeves.

"My father is buying my books up the street while my mum is looking for wands. But I think I will drag them both to go look at racing brooms. First years aren't allowed to bring them, mind you, but I'll get my father to make an exception for me." The more he heard the boy talk, the more Harry was reminded of another person in his life: Dudley.

"Have you got your own broom?"

"No. Is that your father, over there?" asked Harry as he pointed at a man with long blonde hair and a 'mightier than thou' attitude about him.

"Ah, yes. Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts," said the boy as he left Harry. Shrugging, Harry waited for the assistant to finish the adjustments before she replicated the process on six other robes before handing Harry the other parts of his school uniform.

"That will be 10 galleons." Harry counted out the galleons and handed it to the assistant as he took out his trunk and put his new clothes into the clothing section. Afterwards he pulled his cloak back on and then put his trunk back into his pocket and walked out of the store where McGonagall was waiting with his books. After placing his books into his trunk, Harry followed Minerva and Ria down through the alley, stopping briefly at a store to buy parchment, ink, and quills.

"Professor, why don't we use pencils, pens, and regular paper?" asked Harry as they left the parchment store.

"That, Harry, is a very good question. I suppose it has to do with those inventions being from muggles."

"Is that such a bad thing?" asked Harry.

"For the purebloods, yes. Some of the purebloods, not all mind you, but some believe themselves to be superior to all muggles."

"And because of that," said Ria, realizing where the professor was going with the train of thought, "They will not use anything that comes from the muggle world."

"But would it be okay if we used pens, pencils, and regular paper?" asked Harry.

"It would be fine if you used a calligraphy pen, but you would still have to use parchment. I'm afraid if you did anything else, it would cause an uproar."

"Okay," said Harry, nodding.

"Now, the next stop is the apothecary," said Minerva as she walked into a store. "This is where you get all your potions ingredients. For you two, you will only need a basic potioneer's kit."

"Ah…Minerva, taking the new students to get their supplies?" came a sneering voice to McGonagall's left. Minerva and her two students turned to see a man with greasy looking hair and black robes.

"Yes. Harry, Ria, this will your be potions professor at Hogwarts, Professor Severus Snape."

"Hello sir," said Harry, bowing his head. "My name is Harry Potter, nice to meet you."

"Potter?"

"And my name is Ria Kachmer, sir. Also nice to meet you."

"Hmmm…I sincerely hope that you two join Slytherin house this year. You are by far more respectful than most of the blubbering idiots that I have to deal with during the school year," said Snape as he looked down at the two. "And Potter, you have your mother's eyes. Good day." With that, Snape walked out of the apothecary, his cloak billowing behind him.

"Is he always that nice?" asked Ria, turning to look at the professor.

"No. He is not. He has the reputation of being the worst teacher to ever grace the halls of Hogwarts. But he has taken a liking to you two, so maybe that will change. Anyways, we have to get your supplies and then head over to get your wands." After purchasing the potioneer's kit, the three left the store and headed over to the next destination: Ollivander's.

The three entered the shop, and saw that no one was at the table. Minerva stood in the front, smiling as she knew the old wand maker's habit. There were shelves upon shelves filled with boxes containing wands. There were no empty spots on the shelves.

"Hello?" asked Harry as he wandered around the foyer. Then, out of the blue, a ladder came sliding down one of the shelves with a man standing on it, as he smiled down at Harry.

"I wondered when I would see you, Mr. Potter. And hello to you, Ms. Kachmer, Little Minerva."

"Don't call me that," said Minerva, frowning at the name.

"Whatever you say Little Minerva. I remember each and every wand that I've sold. For example, Minerva over there had a Fir and Dragon Heartstring wand, about nine and half inches. Extremely stiff, just like her. Harry's parents on the other hand had a different type of wand. Your mother had a 10 and a quarter inch wand, swish, made of willow, very good for charms," said Ollivander as he looked through the shelves for a box. "Your father, on the other hand had a mahogany wand, pliable, eleven inches. Very good for transfiguration. But of course, it is the wand that chooses the wizard."

"What does that mean?"

"A wand will not work well for you unless it accepts you as its master. Wandlore is very complicated, tricky, and shrouded in mysteries. Now, we'll begin with Ms. Kachmer. As I recall, both your parents took extremely long, Mr. Potter. I don't want to delay Ms. Kachmer that long. Now first, Ms. Kachmer give this a wave," said Ollivander as he took a wand out of the box and handed it to Ria. "Pine and phoenix feather, 10 ¾ inches, surprisingly swishy." Ria took the wand and gave it wave, and was surprised when she lit the floor on fire.

"Sorry!" cried Ria as Ollivander put out the fire with his own wand.

"Nope, definitely not," said Ollivander as he went back into the shelves as Ria placed the wand on the table. "12 inch oak with a dragon heartstring, very temperamental." Ria picked it up and gave it a wave, which made some glass shatter.

"Sorry," said Ria again.

"Not a problem. Hmm, I know," said Ollivander as he dashed to the back and grabbed another box. "Yew, dragon heartstring, 7 ½ inches, swishy." But before Ria could give it a swish, it was taken from her. "No, that's not it." Ollivander dashed back into the store and grabbed a wand before giving it to Ria. "Holly, Phoenix feather, 11 inches long, nice and supple." As soon as Ria grabbed it, a light engulfed Ria, and a warm feeling ran up her up her arm, making her sigh in content. "Curious."

"What's curious?" asked Ria.

"I know ever wand I've ever sold. And the phoenix, whose feather resides in your wand gave one other feather. It's curious that you would get that wand when its brother gave Mr. Potter his scar. Now, Mr. Potter, let's get you started. First, 12 inches, mahogany with a unicorn's tail." Harry took the wand given to him and gave a little wave. Instantly, the glass to the shop shattered. "Nope! Definitely not," muttered Ollivander, taking the wand from Harry while at the same time repairing the broken glass. Ollivander disappeared back into the shelves and grabbed several wands.

"Er…do you really think it'll take that many tries?" asked Harry when he saw the number of wands Ollivander had grabbed.

"Oh, I think it'll take a lot more than these, Mr. Potter. Now, first we have cherry with a dragon heartsring. Surprisingly springy." Harry hadn't even given the wand a wave before Ollivander snatched it out of his hand. "Nope. Try this one. Willow with a phoenix feather, 13 inches. Very stiff." Harry was given a chance to wave this one, but it only resulted in Ollivander's desk being split in two. All the other wands suffered similar fates: boxed wands being thrown out of the shelves, Ria getting doused with water, a lightning bolt striking the floor.

"I…don't think any of these working."

"Hmm…yes. Well, since those didn't work, let try some unconventional wands." Ollivander went to the very back and grabbed five boxes. "First, Elm infused with birch, a dragon heartstring dipped in basilisk venom." Harry felt a tingling feeling as he waved the wand, but he still made boxes of wands fly out of the shelves.

"Er…it did it again…"

"Don't worry about. Right. Not the wand for you. Let's try the next one. Elder wood infused with the bark of the Jomon Sugi with a phoenix feather wrapped around a unicorn's hair." Harry took the wand and gave it a wave and was pleased to see that instead of destroying something, he only made the chair slam up into the ceiling. "Close, but not yet there," murmured Ollivander. "Hold it, I know what wand to give you." Ollivander ran into the back and came back with another wand. "This was made by my great-great-great-grandfather during the early days of Hogwarts. It is Jomon Sugi infused with pieces of the gingko tree from Japan. The core is the feather from the Vermillion Bird wrapped in the fur of the White Tiger. 11 inches. Very temperamental, good for dueling and any spells that are linked to the elements." Harry took the wand and immediately he felt a warmth flow through his arm. Harry gave a wave and a tiger of ice formed out of the wand, and bowed before Harry before breaking into pieces.

"Wow," said Harry.

"Wow indeed," said Ollivander. "I do believe that wand is the one for you. Be good to that wand, Mr. Potter. It is perhaps the most unique wand in my store. That will be fifteen galleons for you, Mr. Potter and seven galleons for you, Ms. Kachmer." Both students nodded and paid the specified amount. "Oh, and because you gave me the chance to see one of my ancestor's wands choose you, I will be giving you two wand holsters. It's not every day that I get to see that." The two students thanked the man profusely before leaving the shop.

"Now that the wands are done, the only thing left is to get a pet, if you wish," said Minerva.

"What kind of pets?" asked Harry.

"Owls, Cats, there all kinds of pets, but most get owls for their use in delivering mail," replied Minerva. Harry and Ria were instantly taken by the suggestion and took off into the Eeylops Owl Emporium. As Harry looked around, there were two pets that caught his eye: a young raven with green eyes and a small black snake with blue eyes.

"Stuupid Humannss. Coming to loook at us in ooour cages." Harry looked around as he tried to discern who had said that.

"Who's there?" asked Harry looked around.

"Huuumans can't hear uuuusss!" Harry looked down at the black snake in the cage in confusion.

"It can't be you who is talking, can it?"

"A huuuman understands me?"

"I guess so?"

"Taaake me with youuu! And I guesss this crazy bird who is with me." Harry looked over to the raven in the cage next to the snake who just cocked its head at Harry.

"For sure. You two will be my first friends!" Harry looked around, making sure no one had heard his conversation with the snake, cause that just looks like you are crazy. Harry then went to find the store keeper.

"Excuse me sir, but I would like to purchase black snake and raven," said Harry as he walked over to the cash register. The man looked down at Harry for a second before replying.

"You sure you want them, lad? That snake is a corn snake. We only kept her around cause there might be a trace amount of magic within her. As for the raven, she doesn't listen to anyone. Are you sure?"

"Uh-huh."

"Alright then," said the man as he walked around the table and grabbed the cage with the snake and the raven. "Do you want the basic care of, food and treats for both the raven and the snake as well?"

"Please."

"Right," said the man as he reached under the table and grabbed the necessary supplies before putting them into a bag. "That'll be 20 galleons." Harry took out the necessary coins and paid the man before taking the cage and the bag and walked over to where Minerva was standing. While he waited for Ria, Harry resized his trunk to its proper size.

"Don't worry little buddies," said Harry as he opened the trunk to the relaxation section. "There is more than enough space in this section for you to have some freedom. I'll come in and get you when I get to a private area." Harry placed the cages in the section and opened them, allowing his new friends some freedom while they were in the magically expanded trunk. Harry then closed the trunk and resized so it fit back into his pocket.

Not long after, Ria was also there.

"Okay, you three, let's head back to the Leaky Cauldron." The three walked back, weaving through the crowds of people walking in the alley before arriving back at the bar. "Ria, go look outside to see if your parents are waiting. If they are, please bring them in. If you're not back within ten minutes, I will come look for you myself"

"Okay," replied Ria as she opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron and stepped outside to look for her parents.

A/N: Welp, hope this chapter goes better than the last one. As always, please read and review. I love hearing all your feedback.