Authors Note:
This is my first story ever. A few points to note: I have left out the romantic pairings for now, since we will be getting to them later in the story – much later. Though most pairings are going to be F/M, with one potential F/F. No M/M or multi.
As stated in the summary: There is no Ron in this story. The Weasleys simply have one less child. None of their ages changed. To explain why: I am not a fan of Ron's character, and he was just too bothersome for me to keep in as a minor/side character. If I had I would have probably gone down the Ron bashing route, but since I do want Harry to form friendships with the Weasleys later I figured that just would make it weird.
The narrative will primarily follow Harry's perspective, but at times, it will shift to include passages or entire chapters from other characters' points of view. The story will also heavily feature a cat, who will be introduced in the second chapter, and Daphne. In the beginning, the plot will remain close to the canonical storyline, but as the story progresses and characters are removed or added, and relationships evolve, it will gradually deviate further from the original canon.
The first few chapters are going to be a little bit slow paced, since I do a lot of setup, so please bear with me. With all that being said I do hope you enjoy this story, let's begin.
AN 2:
This chapter has been slightly revised, a few errors corrected, and a few scenes expanded to provide more detail.
Also scenes are now separated by a this line ~~~o~~~ to hopefully provide a bit more clarity where scenes start/end. Would love some feedback on this, if it is helpful or irritating.
Lastly if anyone would like to be a beta reader for this story please pm me. It is rather apparent that I do still make some mistakes, so if someone would like to help me out that would be much appreciated since my goal is to convey this story with the best possible quality.
Chapter 1 – A friend
After Harry collected his Galleons and Hagrid his package from Gringotts bank, they stepped out onto the bustling Diagon Alley. Harry was taken aback by the liveliness of the place, which had seemingly come to life while they were inside the bank. Everywhere he looked, people bustled about, some carrying bags full of magical goodies, others peering into shop windows with keen interest.
Hagrid broke Harry out of his reverie, giving him a gentle nudge. "Well, 'arry, I got ter take yeh ter see Professor McGonagall now so she can 'elp yeh get everythin' yeh need fer school," he said in his booming voice, his eyes crinkling with a warm smile.
"Sure thing, Hagrid," Harry replied gratefully. Without Hagrid's help, he would never have made it this far in the wizarding world.
"Anytime, 'arry," said Hagrid, leading the way through the bustling alley. The sound of footsteps, chatter, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air around them. As they walked past the other shops, Harry caught glimpses of colourful displays and glittering storefronts that seemed to beckon him inside. The tantalizing smell of freshly baked goods wafted from a nearby bakery, making his stomach rumble.
Finally, they reached a storefront called 'Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.' The shopfront was adorned with large, ornate windows that displayed an array of beautiful robes, ranging from deep emerald greens to vibrant scarlets.
As they approached the shop, Harry noticed an older woman standing outside, her stern expression and crossed arms giving her an air of authority. Beside her stood a young girl with bushy hair, who seemed to be waiting for them. The woman's sharp eyes surveyed Harry and Hagrid as they approached, taking in every detail of their appearance.
"Good mornin', Professor McGonagall," Hagrid greeted with a smile, "'ere's little 'arry, like we agreed." He motioned towards Harry with his giant hand.
"Good morning to you too, Hagrid, and thank you," Professor McGonagall replied. "And good morning to you too, Mr. Potter."
"Good morning, Professor McGonagall," Harry replied, feeling slightly nervous in her presence.
"I believe introductions are in order," she continued and motioned towards the girl. "Hermione Granger, meet Harry Potter. Harry Potter, meet Hermione Granger. She is another first-year student who I will also be assisting in procuring her school supplies."
Hermione's warm smile put Harry at ease as she extended her hand for a handshake. "Pleasure to meet you," she said, and Harry reciprocated with a smile, "Likewise." Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that Hermione didn't seem to have any preconceived notions about him based on his name, unlike many other witches and wizards he had met before.
Hagrid bid Harry farewell with a heavy pat on the back, his broad hand almost covering the entirety of Harry's small frame. "This is where I leave yeh, Harry. We'll see each other at latest at Hogwarts," he said with a warm smile, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. Harry nodded and watched as Hagrid walked away, his giant strides taking him out of sight in mere seconds, leaving behind a faint scent of damp earth and woodsmoke.
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As Hagrid vanished from sight, Professor McGonagall stepped forward, her stern face softened by a small smile. "Come along now, Mr. Potter," she said, gesturing towards the door of the shop they had been standing in front of. "We have much to do before the start of term."
Upon entering the shop, Harry was immediately enveloped in a warm and earthy aroma of freshly cut fabric, which filled his nostrils. His eyes widened in amazement as he gazed upon the vibrant and stunningly bright colours of the robes on display, feeling as though he had been transported into a magical world beyond his wildest dreams. He scanned the endless rows of different fabrics, each with their unique texture and feel, marvelling at the wide variety of robe styles on display, from elegant and flowing to sharp and tailored.
Madam Malkin, a plump witch with twinkling blue eyes, emerged from behind the counter and greeted Professor McGonagall with a warm smile. Her voice was soft and melodic, like the tinkling of wind chimes in a gentle breeze. "Good morning, Professor," she said. "More Muggleborns to be fitted for school robes, I presume?" Her fingers danced over the soft, silky fabrics as she spoke, and Harry felt a sudden surge of excitement as he realized he was about to be fitted for his very own Hogwarts robes.
Professor McGonagall shook her head. "Not quite. This is Hermione Granger," she said, gesturing towards the bushy-haired girl who beamed at Madam Malkin. "And this is Harry Potter," she added, nodding towards Harry.
Madam Malkin's eyes widened in surprise and awe. "Oh my," she breathed, stepping forward to greet Harry. "Mr. Potter, it is such an honour to finally meet you," she said, extending her hand towards him. Harry shook her hand with a forced smile, feeling uneasy at the attention his fame attracted. He struggled to form a response, his cheeks flushing slightly under her gaze.
"Very well, please follow me," Madam Malkin beckoned, leading the group towards the back of the shop. "We'll need to take your measurements first. As it happens, there's another young lady currently being fitted for her school robes," she informed them.
As Harry and Hermione entered the back of the shop, they were immediately struck by the scent of freshly cut fabric and the hum of sewing machines. They observed with fascination as a magical measuring tape wrapped itself around the waist of a girl with long blonde hair, softly buzzing as it recorded her measurements. The tape then weaved its way around her arms, chest, and legs before finally returning to its holder. Harry couldn't help but marvel at the accuracy of the tape's movements.
As the measuring tape completed its task, the blonde girl turned towards them, offering a polite smile. Harry caught a faint whiff of lavender coming from her. Madam Malkin then spoke up, breaking the silence, "Excellent, Miss Greengrass. Please head back to the front of the shop and browse through the different styles and materials we offer. I'll join you shortly once I finish up here with these two."
"Step forward, please," Madam Malkin instructed warmly, turning to Harry and Hermione. The enchanted measuring tapes sprang to life, quickly and accurately measuring every inch of Harry's body, from his legs to his shoulders. He was captivated by the magic behind the tapes and their efficiency.
Next, it was Hermione's turn for the measuring process. Harry observed in awe as the tapes darted around her, gathering her measurements in just a matter of seconds. The tapes whirred and clicked as they worked, creating a mesmerizing display of precision. Once they finished, Madam Malkin accompanied Harry and Hermione to the front of the shop, where they would choose the design and material for their robes, guided by the experienced seamstress's recommendations.
Madam Malkin swiftly excused herself and sauntered towards the counter where Professor McGonagall was standing, leaving Harry and Hermione to browse through the different fabrics displayed on the shelves. The faint scent of various textiles filled the air as they looked around. Hermione noticed the blonde girl from earlier nearby, meticulously inspecting the folds of a delicate silk fabric. Taking a deep breath, Hermione hesitantly approached her. With a soft voice and a shy smile, she introduced herself, "Uhm, hello. My name is Hermione Granger," she said, extending her hand tentatively. "Are you starting Hogwarts this year as well?"
The blonde girl, Daphne Greengrass, turned towards them with a friendly smile on her lips, and Hermione couldn't help but notice the subtle elegance in her demeanour. "Hello," she replied in a soft voice. " I'm Daphne Greengrass and yes, it's my first year at Hogwarts as well." The warmth in her tone instantly put Hermione at ease.
"Are you here alone?" Harry inquired, glancing around the otherwise empty store. Daphne's blue eyes met his green ones as she answered, "My father dropped me off to get my school robes while he's taking care of some business. He'll be here soon to pick me up."
As Daphne spoke, Harry couldn't help but notice a hint of sadness in her voice. He wondered what could be bothering her but realized he hadn't properly introduced himself yet. "Oh, excuse me, I forgot to introduce myself," Harry said, extending his hand with a warm smile. "I'm Harry Potter, nice to meet you."
To his surprise, Daphne's reaction was not what he expected. For a brief moment, fear flashed in her eyes, and she hesitated. Harry felt a wave of confusion wash over him. He had braced himself for the usual reaction but had never encountered fear before. However, Daphne quickly regained her composure, putting on a friendly face and accepting his handshake. "It's a pleasure to meet you too," she said, the corners of her mouth lifting into a cautious smile.
Just then, the bell on the door rang as a man entered the store. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on Daphne, and his expression hardened as he saw her shaking hands with Harry. "Daphne, what do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his voice raised and laced with disapproval. Daphne immediately pulled her hand back, looking down at the floor. "I was just introducing myself, father, like you taught me," she replied softly, her voice trembling slightly.
Madam Malkin and Professor McGonagall swiftly approached the group to investigate the commotion. Mr. Greengrass sneered, "I don't think you need to introduce yourself to those two," motioning towards Harry and Hermione with a flick of his wrist. He then turned to Professor McGonagall and said, "Ah, Professor, didn't see you there. I assume you're helping these two... Muggleborns," he emphasized the word with thinly veiled contempt, "pick out their robes?"
Professor McGonagall bristled at the remark but maintained her composure. "Hello to you too, Cygnus," she retorted crisply. "And yes, I am indeed here to assist all of our new students, regardless of their blood status." Her voice was firm, making it clear she would not tolerate any discrimination.
Mr. Greengrass turned back to his daughter, his stern expression casting a shadow over the room. "Have you finished picking out your robes yet?" Daphne looked down at the floor, her voice barely above a whisper. "I might have spent too much time looking through the fabrics and the designs. I've picked out my favourites, but we haven't made the robes yet, father." Mr. Greengrass scoffed and turned to Madam Malkin, his cold eyes narrowing. "Can you prepare the robes, and I will send my house elf later to pick them up?"
Madam Malkin nodded and turned to Daphne, her voice softer. "Let's see what you've picked out, dear." Daphne showed her the fabric and the design she wanted. "Ah, acromantula silk and a charming design. Fitting for a pureblood like you," she added, clearly in an effort to appease Mr. Greengrass.
"How much will this cost?" asked Mr. Greengrass, taking out a pouch with a jingle of coins.
"They'll cost 500 Galleons," replied Madam Malkin. "They'll be ready in around an hour."
After handing over the Galleons, Mr. Greengrass bid Madam Malkin farewell, "Madam Malkin, it was a pleasure doing business with you." As he made his way towards the door, Daphne trailed behind him, her shoulders slumped. However, before exiting the store, she turned around and gave Harry and Hermione an apologetic smile, her eyes brimming with sadness.
Once the door had closed shut, Madam Malkin spoke up, her voice tinged with disapproval, "Typically, a set of robes like those would cost 300 Galleons, but someone like him deserves to pay more. The poor girl didn't look too thrilled."
Professor McGonagall chimed in, nodding her head in agreement, "At least he buys her nice things, although I suspect he'll mostly use her for political leverage. It doesn't surprise me that Cygnus sided with You-Know-Who during the last war." She then glanced over at Harry and Hermione, realizing that the conversation was inappropriate for their young ears, "Anyway, why don't you two pick out the fabrics and design you want, and we'll continue our trip through the alley to gather your school supplies while your robes are being made."
As Madam Malkin approached, her friendly smile was warm and inviting. "If I may offer some guidance," she began, "the design of your robes is mainly a matter of personal preference. For fabrics, I suggest Mongrel Fur for your winter robes, and either a wool or cashmere blend for your everyday ones." Hermione nodded appreciatively at the advice, while Harry's curiosity was piqued. "The girl from earlier chose acromantula silk. What makes it special?" he asked.
Madam Malkin's smile broadened, pleased with Harry's inquisitiveness. "Acromantula silk is an exceptionally durable, yet silky material. It can be enchanted to adapt to any weather condition. However, it is also the most costly fabric in the wizarding world, as acromantulas are notoriously difficult to tame." She elaborated, "That's why it's primarily worn by affluent purebloods. For your first set of robes, I wouldn't recommend it. Perhaps consider it when you're a bit older."
Taking Madam Malkin's advice to heart, Harry chose a resilient wool blend for his robes, while Hermione opted for the more luxurious cashmere blend. They both selected the standard design, paid Madam Malkin for their purchases, and exited the shop to continue their quest for school supplies.
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As they stepped outside, Professor McGonagall declared, "Our next destination is Ollivanders, where you'll acquire your wands. Follow me, please." With excitement lighting up their faces, Harry and Hermione exchanged a quick, excited glance before scurrying to keep up with her down the alley.
As they strolled down the alley, the shop gradually came into sight. Professor McGonagall pushed the door open and ushered Harry and Hermione inside. The shop seemed deserted, its shelves filled with countless boxes, each holding a unique wand of various wood and core combinations. Harry couldn't help but feel a blend of awe and anticipation as he took in the enchanting, cluttered space. Professor McGonagall strode confidently to the counter, her heels echoing on the wooden floorboards. She rang the bell, and the sound of approaching footsteps soon emanated from the back of the shop. Mr. Ollivander appeared before them.
"Greetings, Minerva," he said, moving closer. "I presume you've brought a student in need of a wand?"
"Hello, Garrick," Professor McGonagall replied with a nod. "Actually, I have two students with me this time," she said, gesturing towards Harry and Hermione. Mr. Ollivander scrutinized them both with great interest.
"Ah, Mr. Potter. I've been anticipating this day," Mr. Ollivander said, surprising Harry. Though he recognized Harry, he didn't make a fuss about his fame, which Harry found refreshingly different. Then, he turned and walked towards the back of the shop, stating, "I'll attend to you shortly, Miss..."
"Granger," Hermione offered with a gentle smile.
Mr. Ollivander vanished into the shadowy recesses of his shop, leaving Harry surrounded by a multitude of boxes and shelves brimming with wands of varying sizes and shapes. After what felt like ages, he re-emerged, holding a small box delicately.
With a grand gesture, Mr. Ollivander unveiled the box, presenting a wand nestled within. He passed it to Harry, who gazed at it hesitantly. The wand was slender and lengthy, crafted from a dark wood that seemed to glint mysteriously in the shop's dim lighting.
"Give it a wave, young man," encouraged Mr. Ollivander. As Harry lifted the wand, he experienced a flutter of anticipation mingled with anxiety in the pit of his stomach. The moment he waved it, the nearby lamp erupted with an ear-splitting crack. Startled, Harry stumbled backward, his heart pounding from a combination of fear and amazement.
Harry watched in dismay as Mr. Ollivander took the wand from his hand and hurriedly fetched another, and then another. With each new wand, Harry tried to steady his nerves and focus his mind, but his thoughts were a whirlwind of anxiety and anticipation. As he waved the wands, he felt a peculiar surge of energy coursing through his body, as if the wands were attempting to communicate something that he couldn't quite comprehend.
Frustration creased Mr. Ollivander's face as he finally meandered to a dusty corner of the shop, where a collection of ancient, worn boxes lay neglected. He muttered to himself while rummaging through them, searching for something that seemed elusive.
At last, he extracted a box that appeared older than any of the others, its surface coated in a layer of dust and cobwebs. Gently, he blew on it, causing the dust to scatter before opening it slowly.
As he handed the wand to Harry, the atmosphere in the shop seemed to shift. A tangible sense of magic permeated the space, and Harry felt a thrill of excitement coursing through him. "Curious," Mr. Ollivander murmured, his eyes locked on Harry's expression.
Before Harry could respond, Professor McGonagall interjected. "What is curious about it, Garrick? The wand has clearly chosen him, albeit with a somewhat stronger reaction than I've seen before."
"Curious, indeed," Mr. Ollivander agreed, his gaze still fixated on Harry, who held the wand with a phoenix feather core. The magical power radiating from it reassured him that it was the one meant for him. "No, no, that is not the curious part, Minerva," he continued, addressing Professor McGonagall. "The phoenix, whose feather resides within your wand's core, gave only one other feather. Just one. It is curious, Mr. Potter, that you are destined for this wand, while its brother gave you that scar."
Harry's mind buzzed with questions at Mr. Ollivander's revelation, but before he could say anything, Professor McGonagall placed a hand on his shoulder, signalling him to remain silent.
"I see," she said, her voice measured. "That is indeed quite curious. It seems fate has a peculiar sense of humour."
"Alright, Miss Granger," said Mr. Ollivander, shifting his attention to Hermione. "Let's see what we can discover for you." He handed her the first wand, but after a wave, a vase across the room shattered into pieces. "No, not that one," he said, chuckling lightly.
Hermione tried two more wands, each producing unexpected results that did little to assuage her growing unease. She couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as she remembered how quickly Harry found his perfect wand. Nevertheless, she was determined to stay patient.
Finally, Mr. Ollivander handed her a third wand, crafted from vine wood with a dragon heartstring core. As she waved it, a gentle breeze filled the shop, causing the small bells on the door to tinkle softly, and a warm, golden light emanated from the wand's tip.
"I think we have a winner," Mr. Ollivander said, his eyes twinkling as he smiled at Hermione. "Vine wood wands are often suited to those with a strong intuition and a clear sense of purpose, Miss Granger. They have a remarkable affinity for natural magic and excel in charms and transfiguration."
Hermione's face lit up, her relief and happiness evident as she clutched her new wand. "Thank you, Mr. Ollivander," she said gratefully. She then turned to Harry, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and flashed him a quick, triumphant smile.
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After completing their wand purchases and expressing their gratitude to Mr. Ollivander, Harry, Hermione, and Professor McGonagall exited the store, where the towering figure of Hagrid stood waiting for them. He greeted them with a booming, cheerful voice and handed Harry a cage containing a stunning snowy owl. The bird's brilliant white feathers seemed to shimmer in the sunlight.
"'Appy belated birthday, 'Arry," Hagrid said, his eyes crinkling warmly with a genuine smile. "I thought yeh could use a companion on yer journey ter Hogwarts. An' with Hedwig here," he gestured towards the owl, "yeh can send letters ter yer friends whenever yeh like."
Harry was deeply moved by Hagrid's considerate gesture and struggled to contain the tears welling up in his eyes. "Thank you, Hagrid," he said, his voice quivering with emotion. In response, the owl hooted softly and affectionately nuzzled its head against Harry's hand, as if greeting its new owner.
Hagrid clapped Harry on the back, his large hand nearly knocking the wind out of him, before waving goodbye and disappearing down the bustling alley. As they watched him go, Hermione turned to Harry, her eyes shining with excitement. "You're so lucky, Harry! A pet owl! And such a beautiful one, too."
After a brief moment of silence, Hermione's curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, "By the way, when was your birthday?" Harry smiled softly, feeling a sense of camaraderie he hadn't experienced before, and replied, "It was yesterday."
Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. "Happy belated birthday, Harry!" she exclaimed, enveloping him in a tight hug. Harry stiffened at first, unaccustomed to receiving any positive physical contact after years of abuse at the hands of the Dursleys. However, he soon relaxed into the embrace, feeling an unfamiliar warmth and comfort.
"Thanks, Hermione," he said, a small smile lighting up his face. Despite the initial awkwardness, Harry couldn't help but appreciate Hermione's kindness and the budding friendship they were forming. As they stood there in Diagon Alley, with their wands and an owl named Hedwig, Harry felt that he was truly embarking on a life-changing adventure.
As Professor McGonagall observed the exchange, she couldn't help but notice Harry tensing up at Hermione's hug. She wondered why, but decided to hold off on prying for now. Clearing her throat, she interrupted, "We have a few more errands to run. First, we need to purchase a cauldron for your potions class, then your schoolbooks and writing supplies. We can pack everything in the cauldron for easier transport. Lastly, we'll stop by Madam Malkin's for your robes." Harry and Hermione nodded, and the trio continued down the alley.
Harry and Hermione marvelled at the vibrant and bustling storefronts of Diagon Alley as they strolled along. Spotting Potage's Cauldron Shop, they made their way towards it. Before entering the store, Professor McGonagall announced, "This is where you can purchase your cauldrons for potions class."
As they stepped into the shop, the metallic scent of various metals filled the air, and the clanking of cauldrons created a unique soundscape. The shop was dimly lit, with cauldrons of all shapes and sizes lining the walls and piled high in stacks at the front. The cauldrons were neatly arranged, catching the light and glimmering in the dimness. Madam Potage, a stout witch with a kind smile, greeted them from behind the counter.
"Welcome to Potage's Cauldron Shop, dears. How can I assist you today?" she asked. Harry, glancing at his shopping list, replied, "We need a cauldron, pewter, standard size 2."
Madam Potage smiled warmly at them. "Of course, dear. They are right there at the front on display. They are the most popular product during this time of year."
Harry and Hermione quickly made their purchases, feeling the cool smoothness of the metal cauldrons as they picked them up. Madam Potage kindly waved them goodbye, "I hope you have a wonderful time at Hogwarts."
With their purchases in hand, Harry and Hermione moved on to their next destination.
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As they continued down the seemingly never-ending alley, they began to recognize some of the shops, while others remained shrouded in mystery. Harry and Hermione couldn't wait to explore the alley on their own and discover all the hidden gems it had to offer.
"Here we are, Flourish and Blotts," announced Professor McGonagall, as they approached the entrance to the bookstore. "This is where you can purchase all the textbooks you need for your classes at Hogwarts."
Hermione's eyes widened with excitement, and she clapped her hands together. "Oh, I can't wait to see all the books," she exclaimed, her anticipation palpable.
The group entered the store and were immediately surrounded by towering shelves filled with books of all sizes, colours, and subjects. The smell of parchment and ink filled the air, a sensory delight for anyone who loved books.
After a quick exchange with the clerk, they obtained the full collection of textbooks for first-year students at Hogwarts. As they gathered their books, Professor McGonagall suggested, "If you're interested, I can recommend a book that explains many of the traditions and other aspects of wizarding culture. It might be a good idea since you both grew up in the Muggle world."
Harry and Hermione both nodded in agreement, grateful for the guidance. The clerk fetched them each a copy of 'A Deep Dive into Wizarding Etiquette'.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Hermione asked, "Can we look around the store a bit more, Professor?"
Professor McGonagall smiled warmly. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, Miss Granger, but we still have a couple of errands left to run, and time is running short. You can always come back with your parents since you have a wand now," she replied gently.
Hermione's smile faltered, but she nodded her head in understanding. They carefully placed their newly acquired books into their cauldrons. With their cauldrons in hand, the group left the store, eager to complete their final errands and fully immerse themselves in the wizarding world.
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The trio found themselves once again in the busy and vibrant Diagon Alley. The narrow street was lined with an eclectic mix of shops, each boasting its own unique charm and appeal. Storefronts selling all sorts of magical goods decorated the alley, from colourful quills and ink at Amanuensis Quills to shimmering robes at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
The alley buzzed with activity, as people hurried about, clutching bulging bags filled with supplies. Excited chatter filled the air, as witches and wizards discussed their latest purchases and eagerly planned their return to Hogwarts. Upon arriving at their next destination, Harry and Hermione found themselves outside Amanuensis Quills, conveniently located next to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Professor McGonagall gestured towards the shop and announced, "Here is where you can get your quills and parchment."
As they stepped into the store, the tinkling of a small bell above the door welcomed them. The shop was quaint, with narrow aisles and shelves reaching up to the ceiling, filled to the brim with an assortment of quills, inks, and parchments. The air held the pleasant scent of freshly cut feathers, mingling with the musty aroma of aged books and parchment.
In the centre of the store stood a tall wooden display case, showcasing the finest quills Amanuensis Quills had to offer. The quills were displayed in various colors, from sleek black to vibrant hues of blue, green, and purple, adorned with delicate gold or silver accents. Each quill boasted a long, slender neck and a plump feather at the end, giving them a regal appearance.
As they navigated the store, Harry and Hermione inspected the different quills on display. They discovered that each quill had unique characteristics, such as flexibility, tip thickness, and the ability to hold a steady stream of ink. They also noticed that each quill was crafted from a different type of feather, ranging from phoenix to hippogriff, each with its distinct properties and qualities.
Harry and Hermione were captivated by the process of selecting a quill that suited them best. After much consideration, they each chose a quill that felt comfortable in their hands and could write smoothly without any smudging.
With their purchases made, they exited the store, feeling a sense of charm and nostalgia surrounding the use of quills, ink, and parchment. Although they might seem outdated to some, the tradition and artistry of Amanuensis Quills made the experience of writing with them feel uniquely special and magical.
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They returned to Madam Malkin's, where she greeted them with a warm smile. "Ah, you're back!" she said cheerfully. "Your robes are ready. Give me a moment to fetch them." She vanished into the back of the shop, and shortly after, emerged with their sets of robes neatly packed.
"By the way, would you be interested in an enchanted trunk for all your belongings?" Madam Malkin asked as she handed them their robes. "It would certainly make carrying everything much easier."
Harry and Hermione looked to Professor McGonagall for guidance, and she chuckled before saying, "I would definitely recommend it."
Intrigued, Hermione turned back to Madam Malkin. "You mentioned they're enchanted. What kind of enchantments are available?" she inquired.
"Oh, there are countless enchantments for trunks, and we'd still be here tomorrow if I listed them all," Madam Malkin replied with a laugh. "But don't worry, you'll learn about that sort of thing at school. For now, I suggest both of you get a featherlight charm and a simple locking charm tied to your wands. One tap with your wand locks the trunk, and another tap unlocks it."
"Does the featherlight charm reduce the weight of the trunk and its contents?" Harry asked, eyeing the trunk curiously.
"Yes, precisely," Madam Malkin confirmed, nodding. "And if you discover any more useful enchantments, you can always return later and have them added."
"That's great to know," Hermione said, smiling. "We'll definitely keep that in mind."
Both Harry and Hermione purchased a trunk with the suggested enchantments, excited about the prospect of owning a magical trunk for their belongings. They proceeded to store all the items they had bought that day into their trunks, carefully organizing everything. Once finished, they closed the trunks with a tap of their wands, marvelling at the simplicity and efficiency of the locking charm.
Stepping outside again, they saw the sun beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over Diagon Alley. Harry and Hermione felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, having completed their shopping for Hogwarts.
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Upon returning to the Leaky Cauldron, Professor McGonagall gestured for Harry and Hermione to take a seat at a table while she went to have a word with Tom, the barkeeper. The two friends sat, feeling both excited and nervous about their upcoming journey to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They looked around the cosy pub, appreciating the warm fire crackling in the fireplace and the diverse patrons enjoying their meals and drinks.
After a brief conversation with Tom, Professor McGonagall rejoined them at the table. "I've informed both your parents and guardians to come pick you up. But first, there's one last thing to discuss," she said, reaching into her robes. With a flourish, she produced two tickets and placed them on the table. "These are your tickets for the Hogwarts Express, a magical train that will take you to Hogwarts. It departs from Platform 9¾ at 11 o'clock on the first of September. To reach the platform, you'll need to pass through the wall between Platforms 9 and 10. It might sound intimidating, but it becomes easier after your first try," she explained, smiling reassuringly.
Harry and Hermione gazed at the tickets, their excitement growing at the thought of boarding the Hogwarts Express and starting their magical education. They knew they had much to learn but couldn't wait to begin this new adventure and explore all the wizarding world had to offer.
As Professor McGonagall checked her watch, she realized there was still some time before she had to leave. "Do either of you have any questions?" she asked. Hermione shook her head, but Harry hesitated. "About what Mr. Ollivander said..." he started but was interrupted by the professor.
"I know you have many questions, particularly since your guardians haven't informed you properly. However, this isn't the right place or time for that discussion. Rest assured, I'll answer all your questions when the time is right," Professor McGonagall said firmly.
Harry nodded, understanding her rationale, and simply answered, "No," when she inquired if they had any other questions. "All right. I must leave now, but Tom will bring you some tea shortly. You should be comfortable here until your parents or guardians arrive to pick you up. Farewell, Mr. Potter, Miss Granger. We'll see each other again at Hogwarts," she said as she stood to depart.
"Goodbye, Professor McGonagall," Harry and Hermione chimed together. "Thank you for all your help today," Hermione added with genuine gratitude.
True to her word, Tom the Barkeeper soon brought them each a cup of piping hot tea. They sipped the comforting beverage and chatted about their forthcoming adventure to Hogwarts.
"I can't wait to see the castle," Hermione gushed, her eyes alight with excitement.
Harry nodded in agreement. "Me neither. Hey, Hermione, what if we meet at the entrance of Platform 9¾ at 10:30 a.m. on September 1st? That way, we can board the Hogwarts Express together."
Hermione's face lit up. "That's a brilliant idea, Harry! I'd love that."
Harry felt a warm sensation inside as he smiled back at her, appreciating the cozy atmosphere of the Leaky Cauldron. The air was thick with the aroma of roasted meat and ale, and the dimly lit room bustled with the sounds of conversation and laughter. They discussed their day in Diagon Alley and their shopping adventures until Hermione posed a question.
"Harry, why did some people react so oddly to you? And they all seemed to recognize you as well," Hermione asked curiously.
Harry's smile faded as he sighed. "I'm not entirely sure myself. I wanted to ask Professor McGonagall about it, but as you know, she deferred our conversation. From what I've gathered, I'm the 'Boy-who-lived,' and I somehow defeated a Dark Lord. People treat me as a hero, but I don't even fully comprehend what I've done," he explained, a sombre tone in his voice.
Hermione looked at Harry with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Harry, if it's not too personal, what happened to your parents? Professor McGonagall mentioned earlier that your guardians would be picking you up," she asked cautiously.
Harry took a deep breath before answering. "They're dead," he said, his voice barely audible. "I always believed they died in a car crash, but that wasn't the case. My aunt and uncle, who are Muggles, raised me and concealed the truth about my parents until I received my Hogwarts letter."
Hermione's eyes widened in shock and empathy. "I'm so sorry, Harry," she said gently, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
With a small smile, Harry reassured Hermione, "It's all right, Hermione. I've come to terms with it." Then he asked her a question. "I heard the term 'Muggleborn' a few times today, referring to you. Does that mean your parents are Muggles? I want to be sure I understand the term correctly." Hermione's smile grew as she confirmed his understanding. "Yes, that's exactly what it means. You could say I'm a first-generation witch. My parents are both dentists and run a practice together."
Before their conversation could continue, Hermione's parents arrived to take her home, and she turned to Harry with a warm smile. "I'm so glad I met you, Harry. I can't wait to see you again at Platform 9¾ in a few weeks!"
Harry smiled in return, grateful for the enjoyable day he had spent with Hermione. "I had a great time meeting you too, Hermione. I'm excited to see you again and finally get to Hogwarts!"
As Hermione hugged him quickly and left with her parents, Harry watched her go with a tinge of longing. He eagerly anticipated seeing her again and beginning their magical adventure together. Despite feeling a bit sad as she left, Harry experienced a spark of hope in his heart. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't face such a cold and lonely existence at Hogwarts.
Harry turned his attention to the bustling pub, observing the people around him. Families were enjoying a hearty meal, while groups of friends laughed heartily over drinks. A pang of envy washed over him as he longed for the warmth and camaraderie they shared. How he wished he could stay here, in this cosy and welcoming place, instead of returning to the cold and lonely existence he endured with the Dursleys.
As Harry waited, he listened to the conversations around him, taking in stories of magical exploits and adventures. The magical world seemed so fascinating and inviting, and it made his impending return to the Dursleys all the more unbearable.
Finally, after waiting impatiently for almost an hour, Uncle Vernon stormed into the Leaky Cauldron. As soon as he spotted Harry, he bellowed, "Hurry up, boy!" His harsh voice echoed through the pub, drawing a mix of confused and angry stares from the patrons. Harry could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment, but he bit his lip, swallowing his humiliation.
With a heavy heart, Harry collected his enchanted trunk and trudged over to his uncle's car. His magical belongings were now neatly packed away, hidden from the prying eyes of his disapproving relatives. As he got in, he couldn't help but wish that time would fly by until the first of September.