A New Life
6. Diagon Alley
Harry POV
It's been a month since I woke up and finally everyone has stopped treating me like a fragile piece of glass. Finally things have gone back to how they were before. Well minus Kat, she still hasn't woken from her coma. At the start I felt guilty for not protecting her more but reassurances from her family that I had done all I could against fully-grown wizards was enough for them to be grateful. I smile as I watch the scene in front me. Siri and Keira sprawled together on the couch, their empty hot chocolate mugs hanging in their limp hands. Drool hangs from Siri's mouth as he sleeps with one arm wrapped around Keira protectively.
James smiles tiredly at me from his position at the other end of the couch. Mum and dad and curled up together on the love seat, dozing tiredly. Nothing could be more perfect on our birthday. James scoots over so he's sat next to me. "It's perfect, isn't it?" he whispers, careful not to wake them up. I nod, a small smile gracing my face. This is what I fought to get out of the coma for. " I don't want to leave it behind Ry when we go to Hogwarts. I know I always talk about how it will be good to finally get away from the parents but look" and he gestures around. "There wont be nights like this anymore, our birthdays will be during the school time, we will miss Keira's 7th birthday. Won't be able to play with her as much. All we will have is Easter, Christmas and summer hols. I... I don't think I'm ready to leave them behind yet Ry, I don't want to forget them" I sigh, looking across the scene with peaceful serenity.
I put an arm round Jamesie and pull him closer. " Don't think of it as leaving them behind Jamesie, think of it as gaining something. When we go to Hogwarts, true we will miss important memories that we won't ever be able to get back, but we will gain others, our first transfiguration lesson, our first proper spell, our first night away and our sorting. We wont forget them, we will remember them, remember mum's treacle tart at dessert time during the feasts, remember dads old broom collection that he wont throw away until they literally crumble in his hands when we have flying lessons. Remember Keira's first time on a broom when we watch others first times. They won't be gone Jamesie, just away for a while and until we get back to them you'll have us to keep them fresh in your mind. Dad's mop of untameable black hair when we look at each other, mum's warm hazel eyes when I look into your eyes and vice versa, remember dads eyes when we see Sirius' unusual shade the he shares with father. Remember mums optimism and perceptiveness when we talk to Siri and he will be reminded of dads recklessness when he sees us do some foolhardy thing that we are bound to do. They won't always be here James, but for now, lets just bask in the knowledge that they are." He smiles and we cuddle together to get comfortable.
As I drift off with him, I hear a whispered mumble. I smile and whisper back. "Your Welcome"
Sirius POV
Diagon Alley. What I have been waiting for since we got our letters. Mum and dad walk us to Gringotts and we get some money out of the vast fortune they have stashed in there. The potter family is wealthy, very wealthy. Now where to first. Dad, Jamesie, Harry and I start to run, or in dads case walk, to Quality Quidditch Supplies, while mum starts to go to Madame Malkins. "Oh no you don't. You know full well first years aren't allowed to have their own broom and you are not smuggling one in either." We grumble as she takes us and gets our robes fitted.
There's a girl being fitted already. From the way she staring at everything in wonder, I'm guessing she's muggleborn. She has fiery red hair and emerald green eyes. James goes to talk to her but she hops off and walks away with Prof Minnie and a couple, I'm assuming are her parents. Soon enough we're done too but then mother drags us to Flourish and Blotts. Twenty minutes later we leave, weighed down with books until dad shrinks them and puts them in his pocket. Then we are dragged to the apothecary where mum buys the brass scales and crystal phials and wraps them in protective paper. Then it's the cauldron shop. Now the astronomy shop for a telescope. Finally we have everything, except… wands. Harry smirks at me and runs off in the direction of ollivanders. Oh no you don't. I run after, James a little in front. When we get there Harry is leaning outside, "What took you so long" I shove him and enter the small shop.
You can feel the magic in the air. The shelves are cluttered with boxes upon boxes of wands. Suddenly a man pulls out of the shelves and stares at us. "Ahh the potters. I feel I am going to be exited with your wands. Who is first?" I see the others are a bit creeped out by the man and to be honest I am too but I might as well go first. I step forward and put out my wand arm, my right, as the tape measure goes from, my elbow to hand, armpit to elbow, my full arm, my height and finally in between my nostrils. I frown and bat it away. "Ahh here we go, mahogany, 11 inches, heartstring of a Hungarian horntail, great for jinxes and hexes, flexible with protection and blood binding runes, go on try it then!" I get a black wand shoved in my hand.
It's warm and a tingly feeling goes up my whole arm, a rumbling sound fills the room as the ground beneath me shakes and red and silver sparks shoot out the end. This is my wand. "Extraordinary, cut your finger using your wand Mr Potter and that wand will obey no one but you and will come to you whenever you summon it." I point the tip of my want on my finger and it pricks it. The want glows and I feel strong protections flare up. "Now my wand" Jamesie gets his voice back first. After all the usual measurements Jamesie ends up with a mahogany wand like me, 11.5 inches, phoenix tail feather, great for transfiguration, flexible with the same runes and protections on mine. James wand lets out red and silver sparks as well and lightning static fills the air. Harry's wand is also mahogany, 11 inches, phoenix tail feather, great for defence and flexible with the same runes and protections again. This time Harry's wand lets out a gush of water and red and gold sparks.
In Eyelops owl emporium Harry gets a snowy owl he calls Poseidon, who is name after the god of oceans, like his element of water, I call my barn owl Gaea, for mother earth like my element and James called his tawny owl, Zeus, as in the god of lightning representing him as a lightning elemental. Overall it was a good day.