Hi! This is my story, well, the character and the butterfly effect that is caused by my character is mine, but the actual plot and all characters except one belongs to J.K Rowling.
Speaking of which, went and saw last ever Harry Potter movie first day from where I live when it was released, and aside from the guy next to me whom was farting (talk about gross, who does that?) The movie was BLODDY AWESOME!
getting back on topic, don't forget to rate, review and vote!

CHAPTER 3: DIAGON ALLEY! (Sorry, this chapter might be a bit weird, but that's only because I stupidly let my sister borrow the disk and she scratched the hell out of it, which, by the way, in itself should be a crime!)

London, most people would think it exciting, a place in life where they defiantly want to go, but, after living in the magical world of witchcraft and wizarding, along with living in the place that was, in my opinion, the most amazing of them all, I merely shrugged at the idea of being in the middle of London on its most fabulous day, which today, it was not.
Thins was what I was thinking while my brother was going through his list out loud, reading the lines that I had read excitedly to myself time and time again, at least twenty times now.
"All students must be equipped with; 1 standard size two puter cauldron"
'Got that,' I thought, thinking back to my birthday, the gift that Professor Snape had given me.
"And may bring, if they desire, an owl, a cat, or a toad." I silently thanked Hagrid at this point, subconsciously moving my hand to the small bump in my bag, where Ai was moving around at the mention of her species. She was quite a smart cat. "Can we find all this in London?" Harry asked, looking up, over my head, at Hagrid, seeing as I was standing in between them.
Hagrid and I both looked at him disbelievingly, before remembering the Dursley's; "if you know where to go." Was Hagrid's cryptic response, and i grew excited at the prospect of seeing Diagon alley again, I hadn't been in almost a year!

After a few short blocks, Hagrid stopped us outside of a pub, and then ushered us inside; I immediately grew confused, I had never been this way before, but then again, I guess the ministry would be slightly suspicious if Hagrid started randomly apperating places, especially considering his 'past'.
However I kept my questions to myself, trusting Hagrid, and knowing full well that I'd be able to hold myself in a fight, even without a wand, Fred and George made sure of that!
We had just made it to the front of the bar, Harry and I looking around curiously, him more so that I, after all, I had recognised the contents as witches and wizards, I doubt Harry had done the same, when the bartender called out to the kind giant besides me; "Ah! Hagrid, the usual I presume?"
I blew the hair out of my face angrily, glaring up at Hagrid, whom looked apologetically at me; he had promised to stop drinking!
Facing the barkeep again, he answered; "No thanks Tom, I'm on official Hogwarts business. Just helping young Harry and Kumasi here their school supplies." My shoulders sagged as he placed his giant hand on my left shoulder, already knowing the reaction that was sure to come; and true behold, the front of the bar went still, soon to be the entire bar, as the barkeep commented;
"Bless my soul, the Potters!" I felt bad for Harry, I was used to it, knew what was going on, and I still hated it! He knew nothing, and was just confused as all eyes turned on us.
"Welcome back Mr Potter!" An elder wizard shock Harry's hand, before turning to me, shaking my hand as well, "It's an absolute honour to meet you. Doris Cropwood!" An older witch gushed, gripping my hand tightly as she shook my hand, looking right into my eyes, which freaked me out; I don't like being touched very much, aside from when it's someone I knew, and I gave them permission, and someone looking at me so... admiringly? Especially an older woman? It freaked me out, mainly the slight envy i saw in her eyes.
"Harry P-P-Potter! Can't tell you how p-p-p-pleased I am t-to m-m-meet you." Professor Quirel stuttered out, appearing out of a dark corner, "l-l-l-lovely t-to see you again t-too K-K-Kasumi." He cast me a short, shaky smile.
"Professor! It's lovely to see you again too! I hope you had a nice trip!" I smiled, having not seen him since he left, over three months ago.
"A-A-Ah! I a-a-almost f-f-f-forgot!" Quirel stuttered out, reaching into one of his pockets, "Y-y-your b-birthday g-g-gift!" He then dropped a very pretty charm bracelet into my hand, that Hagrid had picked up so that it was in the awaiting position, knowing Quirel's dislike of touching things, afraid of the germs. "I-I-It is s-s-supposed to w-w-ward off-f vampires."
I smiled thankfully, before gasping, "Oh! How rude of me, Harry, this is Professor Quirel, he's our defence against the dark arts teacher!"
"Nice to meet you." Harry greeted, innocently holding out his hand for Quirel to shake, frowning slightly when Quirel withdrew.
"F-f-fascinating subject." Quirel commented on his job, "n-n-not that you'll ne-eed it, h-hey P-Potter." He stuttered, laughing slightly at his attempt to joke.
"Yes, well, must be going now." Hagrid stopped the awkward conversation, "lots to buy!" Hagrid chuckled.
"Goodbye!" Harry and I said in unison, making us look at each other in surprise, I guess we were already getting to know each other, and where kind of similar.
We then walked off, trailing behind Hagrid, whom was leading us out back, to a brick wall.
Maybe it had been blocked off since Hagrid last used it? i thought, before said giant pulled out his umbrella/wand, poking a few bricks and then the bricks started to separate, making Harry and I gasp in amazement, no matter how many times I see magic, the simple stuff never ceases to amaze me, plus; Diagon Alley rocked.
"See Harry you're famous!" Hagrid stated as the bricks were parting.
"But why am I famous? How do those people know me?" Harry's response that I knew was coming asked, making Hagrid sigh.
Deciding to save him, I intervened; "Hagrid's not the right one to tell you, but I will, later." And finally the bricks had opened completely, giving enough space for Hagrid to go through.
"Welcome Harry, to Diagon Alley." Hagrid smiled, breathing in the clear air, that was magically so, and very different from London's muggy, polluted air.

Smiling in amazement, Harry led us out, grabbing me lightly by the arm so that I remained next to him; curse me for telling him that I was younger!
Owls flew over head as Hagrid began to talk, a large smile over both Harry and my own faces, "this is where you'll get your quill and your ink, and over there all your bits and bobs for doing wizardry!" As we went along he was pointing out the shops for both Harry and my own benefit, I had only gone hear with a teacher whom had run out of something and asked me if I wanted to come with them, but usually we went to Hogsmeade.
This place truly was fantastic.