We exited the pub thing through the annoying wall thing, I felt a little better knowing some one I was with knew were I was going, we had been given some money by my mum and dad, and now I was following an extremely good-looking guy who looked like he knew were he was going to, which is always a good thing a shall point out here.
"Were are we going?"
"We are going, Lily to Gringots bank to exchange your funny looking money to some real money" he answered looking at the money in my hands as if it were an Alien.
When we reached Grin- well the bank, he pushed open the doors for me like a gentleman should. Then I saw them little creatures with bat wings and pointy noses.
"Um, James, what exactly are these things?"
" There goblins Lily, clever as they come, but not the most friendliest of beasts, now Lily listen to me" – he said staring at me with very serious eyes –" I don't want you to say anything, understand, let me do the talk, they are not fond of muggle borns, and I don't want you to smile or anything happy, okay?"
"Okay" I nodded, he had very nice eyes
He stepped up to the counter looking very serious, with no smile at all.
" I would like to exchange money for Miss Lily Evans, please"
"One moment"
He took the money James handed to him and went to the back room.
"You're right they aren't very nice, are they" I whispering in his ear, I wanted to see if he shivered, but to my disappointment he didn't.
"Yea, god no, he's back"
"here you are, money for Miss Lily Evans" he said it with no emotions at all it scared me some how"
"Thank you Sir" said James, bowing his head slightly, and at last we left.
When we finished going and buying all our things including our wand 'Jesses that Olervander guy was sure weird'. We started to go back.
As we headed to the leaky cauldron I saw something I didn't see last time, it was a passageway?
"James, were does that passageway down there, lead?"
"Hmm? Oh that leads down to nocturnally, never ever go down there, Lily, it is dangerous, my dad say's it full of thieves and paedophiles"
Oh that's nice I don't think I will be going down there in a hurry, as we went through that very, very annoying brick wall thing, and into the Leaky Cauldron pub I saw my Mum and Dad talking to Mr Potter, who looked up instantly as the door open and smiled and waved at his son.
"Hello James, how was your-JAMES LOOK OUT!"
I turned around to see that James had been grabbed by a very big and muscly thug, James looked angry and horrified, then he kicked me into my fathers arms, who was on his way to take me away as another man came to take me, then a much slimmer man who was just a little shorter than the other two thugs came in, he had long white hair, and very pale skin, he wore black like the others but he seemed to be the smarter of the three.
"Hello Mr Alexander, how are you?" he said calmly as if they were good friends.
"GIVE ME BACK MY SON!" Mr Potter roared making me jump at how loud he could go, he looked very angry, but I mean who wouldn't be if some wanna be bad guy turned up and took me my dad would be furious to say the least.
I could see James struggling trying to get free and trying to breathe at the same time as the man had an arm across his mouth and around his waist successfully lifting him of the ground.
"Easy, easy Alexander, I will let him go unharmed if you are willing to give up your position for it" he said jerking his head towards James, who looked on the verge of suffocating, Mr Potter seemed to notice this and looked very worried with his wand out pointing at the man that was holding his son hostage rather than at the man who made the strange suggestion, my father was also gripping me quite tight as if, if were to let go I would be taken too.
"not only will I not give up my position I will not let you talk about my son in that manner, now, give back him back, if you really must know it isn't my responsibility to give up my position, it's the people's, so you have to convince them first, then, and only then, will I give it to you"
" Fine have your goodfornothin'son, why you want him is beyond me- but then again he si rather hansom" here the man ran his fingers through James' inky black hair, with a smirk on his face,
Mr Potter looked Furious, fuming, like a kettle almost
"Give him back NOW!"
Now if looks could kill, well this wannabe a man would be dead
" Here have your son, but I will get him to be my heir when I take over".
At this point the man through James, who landed and tried to get up only staying though, on his hands and knees gasping for breath, then to every ones horror, except the other men who had left. James began to cough up blood.
"JAMES! James, are you alright"
Mr Potter had raced to the floor to look after his son, who was now curled up cough in his father's arms