Chapter 8- Diagon Alley

AN: wow, it's been almost a week, hasn't it? But on the bright side, so many of you have favourited and followed my story that it makes me all warm and fuzzy to think about!

Felix out-

Of all the ways Harry had imagined waking up, this was definitely not one of them.

Harry cracked his eyes open, the early morning sun bright. He buried his face in his pillow, trying to escape the harsh light.

His pillow smelled wonderful. A mix of vanilla and green apples. He burrowed into it further, inhaling the scent.

That's when it moved, and he realized his pillow wasn't a pillow at all. And he was curled around none other than Draco Malfoy.

Harry jumled, falling off of the bed, bringing the sheets with him. He ended up tangled in the bedclothes.

He heard a chuckle. "Looks like someone is a cuddle bug." Harry turned bright red at this.

"How the bloody hell was I supposed to kno-"

"Oh alright, don't get your knickers in a twist, Harry." Draco slid from the bed graceful as a cat. Not a hair was out of place.

Harry hated him for that, as his hair probably looked like a bird and it's five babies had been nesting in it for a week.

Horace was also awakened by the ruckus. "Someone send to Tom for breakfast, please."

Draco smiled fondly. "I'll get dressed and head down. Harry, I'm going to lend you some clothes, those are going in the bin. We will head out to the Alley today, and we'll get you some of your own. A wand would be nice as well."

Harry nodded, standing. Draco opened his trunk and pulled out an outfit for Harry.

It was a simple white button down dress shirt and black trousers, with an emerald green robe to go over it. He also transfigured Harry's shoes into nice black leather boots.

Draco himself pulled on a grey button up, an ice blue waistcoat and a matching robe, his trousers a grey to match his shirt. He tucked his pocket watch into his waistcoat and fixed his hair before disappearing down the stairs for breakfast.

Harry slid on his new outfit, looking over himself. He looked strange in such nice clothes. He attempted to put his hair to sorts but gave up after a while, shoving his old clothes into his trunk.£ Horace came over to him, smiling brightly.

"You look like a whole new person, m'boy. That colour suits you." Harry blushed.

Draco chose that moment to come back, Tom in tow with a cart of food for breakfast. It was nothing much, but Harry knew from dinner the night before that Whoever Tom had working the kitchens knew what they were doing.

Harry was handed a plate with eggs, bacon and a blueberry scone. He called Hedwig, who had been asleep on top of the wardrobe in the corner, and when she landed next to him he fed her a piece of his bacon. She hooted in appreciation, taking the offering.

Harry munched on his scone, humming in delight as he was also handed a cup of tea.

After breakfast, the trio marched downstairs.

When they exited through the back, Harry looked confused.

"Why are we back here?" It was a dead end, a large brick enclosure with a few old trash bins, dented and dirty, a few toppled over.

Draco pulled out his wand and tapped on a few bricks.

The wall started to part, and Harry gasped.

Diagon Alley was beautiful. It was bright, and cheery, and there were people everywhere, even at this early hour. He stepped in carefully, unsure of himself.

"Come on, then. We need to go to Madame Malkin's, she'll set you up with a new wardrobe in no time." Draco lead the way, and they pushed through the crowds.

Harry stared in wonder at the many shops he passed. Flourish and Blott's, Eyelop's Owl Emporium, Magical Menagerie, Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, and many more. He almost bumped into people, but he didn't care. This place was wonderful!

Behind him, Horace was explaining what each shop was.

"And Gringott's is the wizarding bank, run by goblins. Nasty tempers, but they do their job well. Very well, in fact. I don't think there's been a break-in in years, there's rumoured to be dragons guarding some of the older vaults..."

Harry gasped. "Dragons? In a bank? If only the muggles had those." Slughorn laughed heartily at this.

Draco pulled them into a shop after a few minutes. A woman came from the back, smiling at them.

"Ah, Draco. And what can I do for you today?"

"My friend here needs a new wardrobe. Nothing much, perhaps three outfits and a pair of night clothes will do, and a nice pair of boots. He looks good in greens."

The woman nodded, pulling Harry and making him stand on a stool. A tape measure flew from her pocket, along with a clipboard and a quill. The quill began scratching away as the tape flew about, taking his measurements.

Madame Malkin, at least this was who he assumed she was, began pulling out rolls of fabrics.

Harry groaned, knowing this was going to take a while.

Rubbing his many pin pricks, Harry followed Draco and Slughorn. The woman had told them to come back in a few hours and pick up his clothes.

Outside a shop called Ollivander's, Draco pulled Slughorn aside. He handed him a small bag, whispered something to him, and sent him off.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Where's he going?" He asked. Draco smiled, waving it off. "Just going to see a friend of ours, no big deal, really."

Harry knew something was up, but decided not to question it. He followed the blond into the store.

It was dark, and a little eerie. Quiet, as well.

"Ah, Draco Malfoy. Hawthorn, dragon heartstring. How may I help you today?"

Harry spun around to see an odd old man with grey hair and silver eyes watching them from a corner.

"Well, my friend here is in need of a wand." Draco didn't seem put off at all. Was this a normal thing?

The odd man stepped forward.

"Ah, yes... I was wondering when I'd see you. Come, young man. I know just the thing." He was pulled over to the counter and made to wait while Ollivander disappeared into the back.

He came out carrying a wand box.

He instructed Harry to open the box, and he did so, taking out the wand inside.

"ten and a half inches, oak, unicorn hair. Very firm, exceptional for transfiguration. Go on, give it a good wave."

Harry waved it, feeling more than a bit silly. He jumped when a window shattered.

The wand was whisked from him quickly.

"No, no, that one won't do..." he disappeared again, coming back with a few more boxes.

He pulled out another wand. "9 and three quarters, elm, dragon heartstring. Very swishy, good for charms. Give it a go."

He went through ten more wands with varying results, once catching the hem of Ollivander's robes on fire, which he put out easily. He could hear Draco chuckling at his problems.

"I wonder... yes, I do believe..." he reached under his counter, pulling out an old, dusty box. He blew the top, causing Harry to cough. He handed the box to the boy.

Harry opened it and took it out.

As soon as he touched it, he felt a surge of power. It enveloped him, and he felt warm. There was a glow radiating from him as well.

"Eleven and a half inches, Holly, Phoenix tail feather. Odd, it is. The bird who gave that feather only ever gave one more... that will be eight galleons."

Draco paid, and they made to leave.

"Have a good day, Harry. Good luck."

They were half way down the street before Harry realized they had never told Ollivander his name.

They had gone back and picked up Harry's clothes, meeting up with Slughorn, who had handed Draco a fat coin purse. Harry hadn't mentioned this, deciding he didn't want to know.

Now the three were sitting in the Leaky Cauldron, eating a few sandwiches.

"I've sent Hedwig off with a letter. When she gets back, we'll be heading to the burrow to see Remus Lupin."

Harry looked up at Draco. "I thought we were going to see Sirius Black?"

"Well, here's the thing. No one sees Sirius without getting through his friend, Remus, who is staying with the Weasley's. Remember, the family I was telling you about earlier? Basically, he looks you over and makes sure you aren't a huge hoax."

Harry stood abruptly.

"You never said I'd have to convince anyone I am! I won't lie!"

Slughorn pulled him back down carefully. "Don't worry, Harry. You won't have to lie. Remus is a good man, if you tell him your story he will understand in a heartbeat. You tell him what you know, and you'll go from there. Now come, we have finished our lunch. We will go and see if Hedwig has made it back with the go ahead to floo to The Burrow."

Upstairs, Hedwig was sitting with a letter clutched in her beak. She flew over to Harry, who took it from her and handed it to Draco.

The blond looked over its contents and smiled.

"We're clear to leave. Pack up, Harry."

They went about setting the room to sorts, packing away their things. Draco sent Hedwig on ahead, as she wouldn't appreciate going through the floo network.

They were downstairs once again, standing in front of a large fireplace. Draco deposited three sickles in a basket before pulling down a jar of green powder.

Draco held out the pot. "Take a handful and step in."

Harry's eyes widened. "What?!" Draco huffed.

Harry eventually did as told, and stepped in.

"Now, throw down the powder and say "The Burrow."

Harry nodded. "The burr-ACHOO" he let go of the powder when he sneezed, having breathed in all of the dust in the fireplace. Then he was spinning, before he shot out into an unfamiliar room.

There was a blonde girl with wide blue eyes staring down at him with a man who resembled her heavily.

Perfect.