Author's Note: This is an unbetaed chapter, and I'm sorry it is so short, nothing compared to the first chapter. If you have any suggestions I would love them, I seem to have hit a wall for what to do next.

Chapter 2

Tom was lost, and he couldn't bring himself to ask for help. All the shops he'd seen on the main street only sold items he couldn't afford with the funds provided to him. As he wandered farther down the street, he found himself in a much darker alley, with rather different shops than he had yet seen.

"Need help, deary?"

"No, just looking around," Tom told the old hag who had addressed him.

"Want to buy something," she asked, thrusting a tray under his nose.

"No, I can't, other things are more important."

Tom strode away, back towards Diagon Alley, but first he caught site of the sign above the shop he had been accosted in front of, "Borgin and Burkes".

Back in the sunlit streets of Diagon Alley, Tom wandered again, unsure of where to find secondhand school supplies, and unwilling to lower his pride again by asking for help. Just as he thought of giving up and admitting defeat a poster blew along the ground.

Reaching to pick it up, Tom read, "Mrs. Werkle's Second Hand Wizard Wear: For the Thrifty Witch or Wizard". Beneath the advertisement's title, an address was listed. Tom found the address, only a shop away from Ollivander's; he couldn't believe he hadn't seen it before.

He turned and headed back towards Ollivander's, clutching his new wand, the box having been disposed of. When he reached the shop, he peered through the windows. Everything was worn, but not terrible.

Opening the door, a plump witch bustled towards Tom, "What can I do for you lad?"

"I need robes for Hogwarts."

"Yes, this way please. What's your house?"

"I haven't got one yet, I'm a first year."

"Ah, plain robes for you then. Owl me when you have your house so I can send you the right patch."

Not a quarter of an hour later, Tom left the shop, a bag of robes in hand, and began walking according to the directions he had been told to find second hand cauldrons and books. Finding himself outside what appeared to be a junk shop, Tom let out a low hiss. This was even worse than old robes, books that could be in barely useable condition. He opened the door anyway, and found the shopkeeper, asking where books could be found.

"Back left corner, mind you don't damaging anything."

"I don't intend to," Tom said, temper flaring a sparks shot from his wand.

"Easy boy, no need to get mad, just that some stuff don't need more harming."

Tom turned and marched to find his books. When he had found the least damaged copies possible, he returned to the counter to pay.

"I also need a cauldron, scales, and telescope."

"Why should I sell you those, where are your parents, anyway?"

Tom drew his wand a pointed it at the man, "Give me the supplies or I'll curse you."

"Like you can, these are First Year books."

"Petrificus Totalus!" Tom cried, the man's body becoming board stiff, "Get me the cauldron and scales or I leave you like this a don't pay for the books."

Tom released the man, who hurried off, returning ten minutes later with a slightly worn cauldron, malcalibered scales, and a cracked telescope.

"Five Galleons."

Tom slammed down the money and stormed out, as the shopkeeper swore under his breath.