A/N Ok, I don't remember everything that happened in the Diagon Alley trip during COS, so bear with me. There isn't much action in this chapter, but it's still the gang's first encounter with the magical world and thus still important. I own neither Harry nor the magical community, so don't sue me (I don't have anything you'd want anyway).
"Well, that certainly explains a lot."
Row was nodding slowly, but Jack look utterly confused.
"Wait a minute, if Row is a witch, then you're a wizard right?" Harry shrugged. "How come you didn't get a letter?"
"I was wondering the same thing. Row, what does that letter say?"
"Nothing about me, actually." Row replied. "It just says I've been accepted, term starts September first, and gives me a list of things that I need. It's a big list too."
"So, let me get this straight," Jack broke in. "There are enough wizards and witches that they have their own school and their own shopping district, they can do all the stuff you can do, and nobody knows about it? What the hell!"
"I'm still not sure I'm a wizard, exactly," supplied Harry. "He said wizards need a wand to do their magic, and I certainly don't. Maybe I wasn't supposed to get a letter because I'm something else?"
"But I can do stuff without a wand to," Row protested. "And we know I'm a witch, so I'm guessing that we just discovered a way to do things differently. At the very least you have to be something like a wizard since you've been teaching me. Regardless, the real question is, should I go?"
All three paused to think about that until Harry finally broke the silence.
"To be honest, I'm not thrilled with the idea. We don't know anything about them except that two of them definitely attacked us after that show. Remember Row? One said something about Hogwarts and I distinctly remember the other using the word muggle. They both had wands too."
Row snapped her fingers. "That's right, the first one said 'you can't be more than a year out of Hogwarts, so I know you understand what laws you're breaking.' There must be laws against using magic around normal people!"
Harry was impressed that she had remembered that, and had to agree that her reasoning made sense.
"So now they have a government and laws!" Jack exclaimed. "This is better than a fairy tale. Next thing we'll find out they ride dragons and unicorns for transportation!"
"I hate to burst your bubble," smirked Row, "but it says here that I take a train."
Jack seemed to deflate a little. "Well, maybe it's a flying train or something. It's gotta at least be magic right?"
"This is irrelevant," interrupted Harry. "It sounds you want to go, right Row?" She nodded. "Then we need to seriously think about this. It's possible that my parents were part of this world as well, which would explain why my relatives always called me a freak of nature. It might also explain why your dad blamed you for your mum's death." Jack and Row looked wide-eyed at that. "I'll admit that it seems like a perfect chance to learn more about our powers, but…"
"I think she should go," Jack blurted out. "I think it's time to get Row back in school anyway," Row scowled at that. "And what better place than a magical school? The timing couldn't be better."
"I agree it's a good opportunity, but let's remember that we're all just kids in their eyes," countered Harry. "We get by here because of the illusions I used on you to make you look old enough to be taking care of us. What if that doesn't work on magical people? We're all underage here, Jack, what if they start asking questions and find out your dad is still alive?"
Seeing Jack's face pale Harry quickly added, "Obviously I'm never going to let them do that to you, but I am concerned that we may be getting in over our heads. We know absolutely nothing about this world and what they can do. I just don't want anything to happen to you guys."
Row smiled and wrapped her small arms around him.
"I know you worry, Harry, you always have. The only reason we're safe and happy today is because of you, so if you don't want me to go, I won't."
Harry let out a long sigh and ran his hand through his messy hair. He looked down to see Row gazing up at him hopefully.
"Ok," he finally relented, causing Row to squeal and hug him tighter. "But I want to know everything we can about this new world before you leave. You have to phone regularly and if anything happens you let me know immediately. Deal?"
Row was too excited to speak, so she just nodded repeatedly as Harry planned their next move.
"Ok, now that Professor mentioned that your family might have left you money at some sort of wizard bank right? So the same could be true for me. I'd also like to get as many wizard books as I can so we can find out exactly what it is they can do, and if it's any different from what I can do. We should also try to find as many history books as we can." Both Jack and Row were nodding along as Harry spoke. "So, how do you accept their offer?"
Row checked the parchment. "It says to 'owl' them, I wonder what the hell that means…" When she had finished speaking, she was startled to hear a soft tapping at the closest window. As she opened it, a large barn owl flew through the window and landed on her shoulder with its leg extended.
"I guess it means to give your letter to the owl," Jack said skeptically. The owl hooted in response.
Quickly grabbing a pen, Row scribbled out an acceptance and asked for directions to Di-Agon Alley (she guessed at the spelling) and attached it to the owl's leg. The owl gave a hoot and promptly flew out the window.
"Well," said Row as she sat down, "I guess now all we can do is wait."
As it turned out, they didn't have to wait long. Less than an hour later another owl appeared with a message for Row containing the requested directions. All three of them were amazed that an entire wizard district was somehow hidden in central London, and they agreed to leave early the next morning to explore it.
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Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts
Severus Snape stroke angrily up the stairs behind the stone gargoyle and burst through the door to the Headmaster's office without so much as a knock.
"What is the meaning of this," he spat angrily. Dumbledore looked up from his desk, surprised.
"Why did you not tell me that her father had died?" Snape continued. "Or that she had two brothers, my nephews! Why was I not told?"
"Severus, calm yourself," Dumbledore replied serenely. "I assure I was not aware of the girl's existence until her name appeared on the letter. I was similarly not aware that Mr. Thomas had died, or that Selena had any other children."
Snape seemed to deflate at that. "I apologize, headmaster, I wasn't thinking clearly."
Dumbledore waved off the apology. "Don't trouble yourself, my boy. Now tell me, you met her brothers?" Snape nodded. "Did they appear older or younger than her?"
"One was certainly older, I'd say close to 20." Snape looked thoughtful. "The other was hard to place, but I would say 2 or 3 years older as well." He recoiled suddenly, wide-eyed. "They must be squibs, otherwise-"
"Otherwise they would have also received letters," Dumbledore finished for him. "That is the logical assumption. Of course, they may also be your blood family-"
"Squibs!" Snape hissed incredulously. "Headmaster, your opinions on this subject are well known, as it the fact that I will never agree with them. Squibs are an abomination, and nothing you say will convince me otherwise. Even if they are Selena's children, they are not my family." Dumbledore looked down sadly. "This merely makes my task easier. Also, I hardly think it fitting that a girl her age should be living without an adult guardian. If she truly is the last T'Albieran, there are many proper families that would be happy to take her in."
"A topic for another time, I believe," said Dumbledore sadly. "I will check with Muggle Affairs regarding Miss Thomas's family situation." Snape nodded strode out of the office as Dumbledore added softly, "and for your own sake, I truly hope that you change your mind."
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The next day dawned bright and clear, or at least it would have if Harry hadn't been awoken by Row at an ungodly hour. As he looked groggily at his alarm clock, Harry couldn't help thinking that she was far too excited to be going to school. After a quick breakfast, the three friends set out for Diagon Alley together with Row giving directions. As they approached the address contained in the letter Row had received Jack began to look skeptical.
"Where the hell is this place?" He asked. "All I see is a bunch of closed up stores."
"Ah, I see it," Row said, pointing. "See, The Leaky Cauldron, just like the letter said."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Asked an agitated Jack. "I don't see a-" He paused as his eyes focused on the pub. "Ok, where the hell did that come from?"
"Who cares?" Interjected Harry. "Let's go."
Jack grumbled but complied, and a short time later they stood in the entry of a small, dark pub. Walking quickly, Row led toward the back until they were in front of a brick wall.
"Trying to get into the alley?" Asked a voice from beside them.
"Yes, actually," answered Harry. "My sister here is a new Hogwarts student."
"Ah, of course," the man replied as he drew out a wand and tapped an odd pattern on the wall. "Well, best of luck." With a final tap, the wall began to shift and change to reveal Diagon Alley, making three jaws drop simultaneously, until someone remarked:
"Well, I think it's safe to say we're not in Kansas anymore."
It was a sign of their shock that they couldn't tell which on of them had said it.
"Excuse me," a voice startled them out of their daze, and Harry realized that they were still blocking the entrance.
"Pardon us," he said as he turned to see a bushy haired girl and her parents. "It's our first time here."
"Really? Are you going to Hogwarts too?" Asked the girl's father.
"I am!" Row piped up, smiling. "These are my brothers, they're just my escort" she said with a wink.
"We're muggles," supplied Jack helpfully. The man laughed.
"Glad to see we're not the only ones here, then," he said. "I'm Dan, this is my wife Emma and my daughter Hermione."
"I'm Jack, this is my brother and Harry and sister Row." They all shook hands.
"Uh," Hermione began hesitantly, "would you maybe like to come around with us? You don't have to, of course, but-"
"Sounds perfect," interrupted Row. "We have no idea where we're supposed to get all this stuff," she gestured to her letter. "Although we definitely have to go to the bank first."
"Ok, do you want to meet us at the Bookstore?" Asked Hermione, pointing. "It's called Flourish and Blott's, right over there."
Row looked at Harry, who smiled.
"Sounds perfect."
As they parted Jack grumbled, "Just our luck, the first witch we meet and it's another bookworm."
"Jack, just because you can only understand picture books doesn't means books are bad," laughed Row as she quickened her pace down the street.
"Oy! That was one book!" Jack exclaimed, hurrying to catch up.
Neither noticed Harry smile softly to himself as he subtly surveyed the street as they walked, looking for any sign of trouble.
A short walk later, the gang found themselves in front of a gleaming white building they had been told was the bank. With Harry in the lead, they made their way inside.
The first thing Harry noticed about Gringotts bank was that it was decorated very oddly. The second thing he noticed was exactly why it was decorated oddly.
"Uh, Harry?" Jack asked nervously, pointing at a small, green figure. "What is that thing?"
"I don't know," Harry replied quietly. "But they're at all the counters, so I assume they work here." He shrugged before starting forward. "One way to find out I guess."
Harry approached the counter and waited patiently for the goblin to acknowledge him.
"Business?"
Harry blinked. "Uh, well, I'm new here sir, and I was hoping you could help me out."
The goblins eyebrows rose at being called sir, but his tone remained curt and professional.
"And just what is it you need help with?"
"My friend and I are orphans, sir," Harry explained, "but we were told that our families may have had accounts here, and we were wondering how we could find out whether that was the case."
"Orphans, you say?" Inquired the goblin, Harry nodded. "You don't have your key then?"
"No sir."
"Very well," the goblin scribbled on a form and stamped it. "Griphook! Take these three to see Sharptooth, new key request."
A new goblin bowed to Harry and motioned for them to follow. As they were walking, Harry decided to ask the question on everybody's mind.
"Excuse me, uh, Griphook was it?" Harry asked politely.
"Yes, sir?"
"I don't mean to be rude, but my friends and I are new to the magical world and I don't exactly know what kind of uh, person or, well, creature you are."
Griphook gave him a strange look before replying curtly, "I am a goblin, not a person, young sir."
Harry was about to ask why he didn't consider himself a person, but let the matter drop when they entered a new office with another goblin sitting behind a large desk.
"New key request, master Sharptooth," said Griphook, handing a form to the goblin behind the desk.
"Very good, Griphook." Griphook bowed and left the room.
"Names?" The goblin, Sharptooth, barked at the trio.
"Harry Potter and Rowena Thomas, sir," responded Harry.
Sharptooth's head snapped up quickly and Harry noticed that the goblin's gaze flicked upwards to his forehead for a moment before looking at him with a doubtful expression.
Almost like he was looking for my scar, thought Harry. Weird.
"Very well, we'll need a little of your blood dropped into one of these glasses." Sharptooth produced two ornate crystal goblets from behind his desk along with two slender knives, each about 5 inches in length.
Harry hesitated. "Blood, sir?"
"Yes, blood," snapped Sharptooth impatiently. "If either of you are authorized as key holders for a family vault we will know shortly. If you please." He gestured to the knives on his desk.
Nodding slowly, Harry took the first knife and pricked his index finger over the goblet, letting a few drops of blood fall. When he had finished, Sharptooth snatched the goblet and walked across the room to a small box inlaid with gold and decorated with strange symbols. Holding his hand over the box, Sharptooth muttered something and a small hole appeared in the top with a slight click. The goblin carefully placed the goblet into the box, then waved his hand and muttered again. When Sharptooth finally placed his hand into the box, there was a bright flash and his hand emerged holding a key.
For a second the goblin seemed shocked, and once again Harry found himself being scrutinized. Finally, Sharptooth made his way back to the group.
"Sorry for the delay, Mr. Potter," he said slowly, handing the key to Harry. "Vault 687, give me a moment to attend to your friend and I will have Griphook show you down."
The process was repeated with Row, but this time when Sharptooth put his hand into the box, it emerged empty.
"I'm sorry, Miss Thomas, but it appears that there are no family vaults that you are authorized for, at least not by blood inheritance. Would you happen to know the family name?"
"No," Row sniffed, "I didn't even know I was a witch until yesterday. I've always just been regular 'ol Row Thomas."
Sharptooth gave the goblin equivalent of a shrug. "Well, if that concludes your business, Griphook will show you to your vault Mr. Potter."
Harry bowed formally. "Thank you for your assistance, master Sharptooth."
Sharptooth returned the bow. "My pleasure, Mr. Potter."
The group turned and followed Griphook out of the office and toward a loading platform.
"This looks like a roller coaster," muttered Jack as they strapped themselves into the cart.
Griphook gave him a toothless grin before throwing a switch and sending the cart barreling through the vast underground tunnels of Gringotts. After a short trip that left all three children excited and breathless, the cart stopped outside a large set of doors.
"Vault 687," recited Griphook. "Key please."
Harry handed Griphook the key and watched as he inserted it into the large doors, swinging them open to reveal pile upon pile of gold coins.
"Is this all yours?" Jack asked in awe.
"Ours," Harry corrected him. "This is all ours."
Jack gave a low whistle. "I wonder how much is here?"
Harry turned to Griphook. "Is there a way for me to find out approximately how much I have in here?"
"Of course, Mr. Potter," Griphook replied. He walked over to the nearest wall and ran his hand over it, revealing a ledger. "As of today, you have 103, 640 galleons and change. At the current exchange rate of 4.2 pounds per galleon, that is approximately 435, 288 pounds."
Griphook's statement was met with three looks of pure astonishment.
"F-Four hundred thousand pounds?" Stammered Jack. "FOUR HUNDRED THOUSAND POUNDS! WOOHOO!" He jammed a fist in the air. "WE'RE RICH!"
Row was looking between Harry and Griphook with wide eyes after this announcement. Harry, however, looked lost in thought.
"Is this my family money Griphook?" He asked the goblin, who nodded. "Do you happen to have any records of then, a will maybe? Also, can you tell me if I have any other magical family that can enter this vault?"
Griphook seemed startled by the question, but answered in an even tone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, but we goblins have sworn not to involve ourselves in wizarding affairs more than is absolutely necessary. I can tell you that this vault is yours by blood, passed to you by at least one of your parents. However, beyond these facts I'm afraid there's nothing I can tell you."
Harry sighed dejectedly and nodded. "Well, I guess we'd better take some money and get this shopping done. We'll need something to carry the money in, and I'd also like to withdraw the equivalent of 50,000 pounds, will that be a problem?"
"Not at all," replied Griphook. "I have three bottomless moneybags here, and we can attend to the muggle currency upstairs."
Half an hour later, their business concluded, the trio left Gringotts (after another enjoyable cart ride) and made their way across the street to Flourish and Blott's. Harry entered the store first, and froze for a moment, before grabbing his friends and pulling them into the corner.
"Harry, what the-" Jack began.
"Quiet!" Hissed Harry as he pointed at a group of people in the store. "Row, look!"
Row followed his gaze and gasped. There, standing in the middle of the store talking to a tall, blonde man was their red haired attacker!
"Will somebody tell me what's going on here?" Whispered Jack.
"That's one of the men who attacked us that night," supplied Row. "The one with the red hair, not the blonde one. Actually, they don't seem to like each other."
As they watched, the conversation between the two men grew more and more heated. Although they were too far away to overhear what was being said, it was obviously not pleasant. Finally, the blonde man made a final comment as he turned and walked away, followed closely by a boy about Harry's age.
"That has to be his son," whispered Jack, "they look identical."
"Look, the redheaded guy has kids with him too," said Harry, pointing to a boy and a girl with the same red hair as the man. "I wonder if they all go to Hogwarts?"
"Well, they almost have to, don't they," reasoned Row. "Unless there's another magical school in England that we don't know about. Plus I'm going to Hogwarts and they sent me to shop here, so it makes sense that we'll see other Hogwarts students, like the girl from the pub."
"Ok then, we should be ok. I changed our illusions after that fight, so he shouldn't recognize us," Harry reasoned. "If he does recognize us somehow, I want you two to run back out through the pub and onto the street. I'll hold him off here and then teleport out to the street, understood?" Seeing the serious look on Harry's face, the siblings nodded quickly. "Ok then, I'm going to start looking for books to take home. Jack, you take Row around to get her schoolbooks and anything else she wants. You might also want to find that girl we met earlier, I'm sure she could help you out." With that, they split up to begin their tasks.
Harry spent the next 40 minutes scanning the shelves and picking up any book that looked interesting. So far he had chosen The Standard Book of Spells, grades 1-7, Hogwarts, A History, Modern Magical Culture, A Brief History of Magic, A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration, 1001 Household Charms, Defensive Magical Theory, Wizarding Combat: An Introduction, The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts, Defending the Un-Defendable: A Comprehensive Guide to Defense Against the Dark Arts, A Beginner's Guide to Enchantment, and several smaller titles. It wasn't until he was finished that Harry realized he had chosen enough books to fill a small library, and had no way to get them all home without using magic.
Carefully setting all his purchases aside, he approached the clerk.
"Excuse me, my sister is going to be attending Hogwarts soon and I'm afraid we've picked out too many books for us to carry home."
"What kind of trunk do you have, son?" Asked the clerk.
Harry's eyebrows contract in confusion. "Trunk?"
The clerk rolled her eyes. "Muggleborn, right?" Harry nodded. "No problem, son, here's what you want. Every Hogwarts student has their own trunk to carry their robes, cauldrons, brooms, and such. The best place to pick one up is right down the street next to Eyelop's Owl Emporium, it's called Lockley's. Tell the clerk what you're looking for and he'll set you right up."
Harry thanked her for her help and had his items put on hold for him, then went in search of Jack and Row.
He found them in the corner with the Granger family they had met earlier, with Row listening avidly as Hermione explained all about the magical world.
"Oh, Harry!" Exclaimed Row when she saw him. "Hermione has offered to help me buy all my things for school, is it ok if she comes with us?"
Mr. Granger gave Harry a strange look, obviously surprised that she was asking the young boy for permission.
"That's fine Row," Harry replied. "Actually, I just discovered that we need to get you a trunk to hold all of your supplies, so why don't you and Jack go with Hermione while I get your trunk and we can meet up later." He turned to Hermione. "Is there a good meeting place around here?"
"Uh, well," Hermione stammered, blushing. "There's a nice ice cream parlor, Florean Fortescue's, it's right across the street."
"Ok then," Harry nodded. "We'll meet back there in, say, two hours? Is that enough time?" Hermione nodded. "Ok then, good luck." He gave Row a hug before whispering in her ear. "Remember, if anything goes wrong you run for it."
"I remember," she said, breaking the hug. "Honestly Harry, you worry too much, but-"
"That's why you love him," Jack finished in a singsong voice before laughing. "We know, now let's go buy magic stuff!" Row stuck her tongue out at him before following the Granger's outside. Before Jack could follow her, Harry grabbed his arm.
"Be careful Jack," he said in a low voice. "I'm going straight from the trunk store to the ice cream parlor. If something happens, find me there immediately."
Jack's face turned serious. "I got you mate, can't be too careful. I'll see you in an hour." Harry nodded and Jack hurried after his sister.
Walking quickly, Harry left the bookstore and made his way down the street toward Lockley's. As he passed Eyelop's Owl Emporium, he had the strange feeling that someone was watching him. He looked quickly to his right and found himself gazing directly into the amber eyes of a beautiful snowy owl. Harry found himself captivated by the owl's stare. It was so comfortable, so familiar, that he could swear he'd seen it somewhere before. Momentarily forgetting his errand, he stepped up the cage and hesitantly stroked the owl's head. The owl hooted softly in satisfaction.
"No use with that one, boy," said the shopkeeper as he came out of the shot. "Won't take to anybody at all, no matter how pretty she is to look at. I've tried to sell her 3 times, every time she comes back."
"How much?" Harry asked, ignoring the man's comments.
The shopkeeper frowned. "Didn't you hear me? She'll never stick around."
"I'll take my chances," Harry replied dryly. "How much?"
"Tell you what, you can have her for 7 galleons with a strict no-refund policy."
"Deal." Harry pulled out 7 galleons and handed them to the shopkeeper before opening the owl's cage. The owl immediately flew out and perched on Harry's shoulder as he walked next door to Lockley's, ignoring the shopkeeper's astonished look.
"What can I do for you son?" Asked a kindly old man from behind the counter. "I need a couple of trunks, both with plenty of room for books and such. One is for a Hogwarts student." Harry replied.
"Well then," the man led Harry over to a wall that was covered with trunks of all shapes and sizes. "I've got a lot of options, so let's see what fits for you….."
Twenty minutes and over 100 galleons later, Harry left the shop with two wizarding trunks feeling very satisfied. Both trunks were wizarding trunks, and had 4 different compartments. The first was normal trunk size for appearances, in case he had to open the trunk in front of muggles. The second was magically enlarged with enough space that Harry could put his arm in up to the shoulder before touching the bottom, and contained a series of shelves on the sides for various belongings. The third compartment was slightly larger, but was magically shielded so that he could store "volatile ingredients" in it. Harry had no idea what he would be using "volatile ingredients" for, but decided it was better to be safe that sorry, especially where Row was concerned. The fourth and final compartment was Harry's favorite, not only because it was large enough for him to climb down into, but also because it was outfitted as his own personal library, with enough shelving for roughly 400 books. Best of all, it weighed only as much as a normal trunk would, and the only added weight came from whatever Harry placed in the first compartment (another muggle precaution). All in all, Harry had to admit that the whole magic thing was turning out to be dead useful.
Walking back up the street, trunk in each hand and owl on his shoulder, Harry took the time to examine the wizards and witches bustling around the alley. At first he had thought that witches wore a very old style of dress, but on closer inspection he found that both men and women seemed to be wearing some kind of robes. Looking down at his own casual clothes, he realized just how out of place he must look, and decided that it would probably be best for him to get some wizarding clothes in case he wanted to come back here at a later date. He resolved to ask Hermione and her parents about it later.
Harry returned to the bookstore and paid for his purchases, once again thanking the clerk for her help, and then continued up the street to Florean's Ice Cream Parlor. Checking his watch, he found he still had over an hour until he was due to meet the others and pulled out his copy of Modern Magical Culture to pass the time. He was in the middle of reading about the Ministry of Magic when Row sat down beside him.
"Oh, Harry," she breathed, looking at the owl perched on his shoulder. "She's beautiful. What's her name?"
Harry paused and looked at his feathered companion. "We haven't gotten around to that yet. What do you think, girl?" Again Harry found himself looking at those familiar amber eyes.
"How about Snow?" Suggested Row. The owl hooted and ruffled her feather in disdain.
"Doesn't look like that's it," laughed Jack as he joined them. "How about-"
"Hedwig," Harry interrupted softly. The owl hooted in approval and rubbed her head against Harry's cheek. "It's Hedwig. Don't ask me how I know, I just know."
"Hedwig it is then," stated Row. "I know I've said this before Harry," grinned Jack. "But sometimes you're right spooky." Harry was about to reply when he was interrupted by Mr. Granger coming out of the parlor with 3 bowls of ice cream.
"Here you go, kids," he said, placing a bowl in front of each of them. "If it's no good, blame Hermione. She chose the flavor."
"DAD!" Exclaimed Hermione, blushing furiously.
Jack laughed. "Bad ice cream? If you've found such a thing, I know it's magic, because it simply doesn't exist in the real world."
With that the group began to talk about their shopping experiences. Harry showed Row the trunks he had purchased, and she was just as excited as he was at the prospect of a portable library. Hermione, too, seemed fascinated by the trunks, but was too hesitant to question Harry about them. Harry was glad for this, since it avoided the awkward question of why he had bought 2 trunks for 1 person.
Row told Harry all about all the shopping she and Hermione had done for school, including a story involving an old man who acted very strange (and a little creepy) who had sold Row her wand, which she immediately showed to Harry. Overall, everything had been relatively simple since she'd had Hermione's help, and Row thanked her profusely for her assistance. The group sat and talked about various topics for a while, but all too soon it was time to return home. Row thanked the Granger's again for all their help and promised to look for Hermione on the train on September 1st. Once they had packed all of Row's school supplies into her trunk, the trio exited back into muggle London and returned home, each of them pondering their first experiences in the world of magic.
A/N Ok, I know it's not very exciting but there you go. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, especially Pottersparky for all his feedback and ideas. Next chapter we get to see how Row likes Hogwarts.