Hello everyone! Thank you for reading. Please comment because I am trying to get better with writing while also exploring the Harry Potter universe. Also, sorry for this one being extremely long, I hope you don't mind. Finally, thanks again and I hope you enjoy.

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Chapter 3: Diagon Alley

After arriving yesterday and having an action packed afternoon, I was ready to have a peaceful morning then go into Diagon Alley and get my supplies. Except all those plans were ruined when I woke to a loud cracking sound and singing. Still adjusting to being fully awake I lifted my head up from my pillow to see it was Fred and George (of course) who had apparated into my room and were now dancing at the foot of my bed and singing a song I believed they made up themselves.

We're going to Diagon

Going to Diagon

Going to Diagon A-lley

We're going to Diagon

Going to Diagon

Going to Diagon A-lley

And we'll get

Books and stuff

And robes and stuff

And wands and stuff

And brooms and stuff

Cause We're going to Diagon

Going to Diagon

Going to Diagon A-lley

Yeah We're going to Diagon

Going to Diagon

Going to Diagon A-lley

"Shut up." I moaned as I threw on of the pillows at them and rolled over so my face was on the pillow, but from what I felt, one of them had caught it and threw it right back at me.

"That hurts, we worked very hard on that song." Fred said sitting on one side of the bed and George on the other.

"I'm sure you did." I said sitting up right. "What time is it?"

"Eight." George said with certainty.

"Eight? Like Eight in the morning?" I asked and both of them nodded, containing their laughs. "Why do we need to get up this early?"

"To get you fully immersed in the wizarding experience." Fred said as I started to get out of bed.

"And that means I have to get up early because…" I trailed off, hoping he would finish the sentence.

"You need to get a lot of things today and that is going to take a while." Fred said. "Cause we're going to Diagon, going to Diagon, going to Diagon A-lley."

Soon enough George was joining in as well and they got up again to start dancing as well. I got out of bed and pushed them out the door so I could get dressed and get down stairs. It was not an easy task and even after I got them out the door they stayed there, still singing. They even followed me all the way down stairs to breakfast, when Molly finally got them to be quiet and eat. And soon enough we were finishing breakfast and using the Floo network to get to Diagon Alley.

The only reference I had to go by was all my dad's stories, but when I got there, it was so much more amazing then he could ever describe it. There were wizards and witches of all ages crowding the Alley and street venders trying to yell over the crowd, but it was so busy their voices got drowned out. There were shops selling all sorts of strange things and displaying even weirder objects in their windows. It was hard to remember I came here to get just my school supplies. I wish I could take it all in, but I was blocking the walk way and so I continued moving forward looking for a spot I could meet up with the Weasely's. Hermione found me first. She was telling me about the first time she came here when Harry, Ginny, and Ron found us.

"Where is everyone else?" I asked, getting eager to start getting my supplies.

"Mum and dad got hung up talking to Fred and George." Ron explained.

"What were they talking about?" Hermione asked.

"Didn't really hear." Ron said. "It was something about not messing around or something."

"Like that's going to make a difference." Hermione said sarcastically.

"Well are we ready to go?" Arthur said, placing his hands on Harry's and Ron's shoulders. "Since we're all getting different things we thought it would be best if we spilt up. So Ron, Hermione, and Harry you will be together, then Ginny you'll come with us, and Auden you'll be with Fred and George, if that's alright?"

"Yeah, it's fine." I reassured.

"Great." Arthur said. "We'll meet back at Flourish and Blotts by 4, sound good? Alright lets go."

Fred and George took the list from my hand as we started wandering down the Alley and together they discussed our route.

"First we'll go to Gringotts, then I was thinking we would go to Madam Malkin's, then Scribbulus, from there we would head to Broomstix and after that Ollivanders."

"No. No, we should go to Ollivanders after Gringotts. And Broomstix should be towards the end or we could just go to Quality Quidditch Supplies, they have brooms there too."

"But Broomstix have more of a selection."

"Good point. So after we get quills then we'll get cauldrons and potion ingredients, then Madam Primpernelles? All girls go there right?"

"Yeah, I think. But, Wiseacre's first, then Madam Primpernelles."

"Right. Should we go to Gambol and Japes before or after Eeylops?"

"Before. Then Broomstix, and then we'll meet up at Flourish and Blotts. Sound good?"

"Sound great to me, oh wonderful brother of mine."

"Auden, how about you?" Fred asked.

"Huh?" I was so busy watching them plan in their unorganized fashion; I was completely lost for a moment. "Right, yeah, sounds great."

Following their plans we went to Gringotts first outside it was multistoried white building made out of marble and it towered over the shops around it. It was impressive and as we climbed the stairs to the bronze doors I soon realized what I thought were small men were actually goblins standing on each side of the door dressed in red and gold.

"This is the safest place in the world. There is no way someone could break into this place." George explained as he opened the door for us and we entered.

There was another door at the end of the hallway, except this one was silver but it was still flanked by 2 goblins dressed in red and gold. There was something engraved on the door but Fred opened it before I could finish reading it. I walked through the doors followed by Fred and George and the inside was even more impressive then the outside. The long hall was made out of the same snow-white marble and 2 parallel counters ran from the front to the back of the hall. Hundreds of Goblins sat behind the counters working, occasionally looking up to see who walked through the door.

"So do you need to convert your money cause that over-" George started to say.

"No." I interrupted him, still hypnotized by my surroundings. "I have a vault, according to my parents."

"Then come here." Fred said and I followed right behind him to a goblin who sat higher then the others at a podium.

Fred placed his hand on the center of my back and scooted me forward. "Hi, um, may I please make a withdrawal from my vault?"

The goblin looked down at me skeptically stopping what he was doing. "What is your name?"

"Auden Pendergast." I said.

"Yes, we got a note from your parents saying you would come. May we please see the necklace, since you apparently don't have you wand yet." The goblin said, still seeming very unwilling.

I took out the necklace I had placed in my pocket this morning and handed it over to him, where he took a long time inspecting it, then handed it back.

"Very well then." The goblin said.

The cart had moved quickly through the dimly lit tunnels and the whole time I was squeezing George's hand, almost breaking it at the turns. It seemed we had been going in this maze forever, down the same identical tunnel, but the cart came to a stop and so did the need for me to hold George's hand. I got out by the light of the lamp, only being able to barely see where to step. Fred and George stayed behind me for a change and were absolutely silent, which I enjoyed because I knew it wouldn't last very long.

"Vault 726." The goblin said loudly and it continued to echo throughout the tunnel as he put his hand on the door, which was followed by a series of clicks coming from the other side.

Eventually the door popped open and the goblin opened it fully then stood to the side, allowing me to pass. The vault was filled with Gold, Silver, and Bronze coins on one side and the other had a few other objects. What first caught my eye was an antique table sat a perfectly shined gold box with intricate detailing, I opened it and it was filled with antique jewelry, much like my emerald necklace. I go distracted by the moving paintings and all the other sorts of things my parents had put in here. I refocused immediately and turned to the coins.

"So how much do I need?" I asked Fred and George, but apparently they were distracted too.

"This is even more amazing then Harry's vault." Fred said staring at some of the objects.

"More security, more Galleons, more Sickles, more Knuts." George said absent-mindedly. "How did your parents get all this stuff?"

"I don't know." I said. "But how much should I take?"

"Well brooms are expensive." Fred said finally answering

"And you'll need a broom." George added on.

"Then you'll have to buy all your books, and supplies, and a wand, and an owl or cat or toad." Fred continued.

"Then you'll want some for the trolley."

"And some for weekends at Hogsmeade."

"So how much is that?" I asked really trying to figure out how much to take.

The twins looked at each other and back at me. "I don't know."

I ended up taking a bag that was in the vault it was a small drawstring pouch and Fred as able to make it bigger on the inside. I don't know how much I put into my bag but I did make a large dent in all 3 piles. Exiting Gringotts was the easy part and was quite fast so we were able to move down the list.

Ollivander's was an old looking shop and as soon as I entered I knew it was a very old shop. It was dusty and cramped, other then a chair and a wand lying on a purple cushion in the window, there was just a counter and shelves that held small boxes went from the floor to the ceiling. A quite bell ran as I entered the shop and white haired man walked behind the counter.

"Hello, I'm here to buy a wand." I said. "Well I'm guessing everyone that comes here is, so that sounded stupid."

"No, not at all." The man who I guessed to be Ollivander said. "And what's your name?"

"Auden Pendergast." I said.

"Are you perhaps the daughter of Walton Pendergast?" He asked moving back in between two shelves of wand.

"Yeah, how do you know?" I asked.

"I can remember each person I sold a wand to." Ollivander said. "Ebony wood with Dragon Heartstring, 11 inches, rigid."

"Um yeah, that's his, I think." I said, stunned at his memory.

"I know. Try this one." Olivander said opening the box and handing over a wand. "Just flick."

I flicked the wand and I heard something falling in the back of the shop. "Sorry." I apologized.

"No need to, it's just part of the process." He said and returned to looking. " I think I heard a Vine wood moving about back here."

About 7 wands later, I had no luck and he seemed to be running out of options. He returned back with a box, still not giving up, and handed the wand over to me. It was a lighter colored wand and had beautiful detailing around the handle. I took it in hand and it just felt right, apparently he could see it too.

"Yes, of course. Larch wood with a Phoenix feather core, 12 ¾ inches, quite flexible." He said. "You should feel very lucky, Larch is very picky about it's owner and Phoenix feather is very rare."

"Thank you." I said. "It's really pretty. How much does it cost?"

"7 Galleons." He said. I pulled them out of my pouch quickly and set the want on the counter. He took the coins and returned the wand to the box and handed it to me. I had a hard time keeping it in the box though, I just wand to take it out and use it, let alone show Fred and George.

They weren't as excited about it as I was; in fact they pretty much rushed me through everything. They had a hard time sitting through my robe fitting, but were fine when we spent about 10 seconds or less in Scribullus collecting just the necessities and even though in Wiseacre's, Slug and Jiggers, and Portage's cauldron shop they pointed me to the best brands, I didn't have the time to savor everything. I wanted to take my time and look around, but they couldn't stand spending more then a few minutes in one store. So when it came time to visit Madam Primpernelles, I knew that I would make them wait.

The shop was definitely for girls; all the décor was pink and covered in frills and lace. There were a few girls in there that looked around my age, but not the type of girls I would want to be around. Fred and George took a few steps in, then were about to turn around.

"No, you are staying in here." I whispered.

"Why? It's not like we need this stuff." Fred said.

"I don't care, you are staying in here with me." I said.

"Clingy." Fred said under his breath and I just shot him a look.

We walked through the isles, slowly getting closer to the girls, who we could now hear giggling and they constantly looked over at Fred and George.

"Seriously, can we leave?" George asked.

"No." I repeated. "What would I need for Hogwarts?"

"They have the best perfume here." One of the girls said. I looked over at her and her friends; all three were eying the boys. "I'm Cassie, this is Helena and that's Zara."

"Hi, I'm Auden and he's-" I started to introduce.

"Fred and George." Zara said. "We know, the Gryffindor beaters."

"Beaters?" I whispered to George.

"Quidditch. I'll explain later." George said quietly into my ear.

"Your accent, are you American?" Helena asked me.

"Yeah." I said.

"Then why are you at Hogwarts?" She said her eyes in a constant death stare mode.

"Um Dumbledore asked me to." I half-truthed, I'm a glass half full kind of person.

"What year are you?" Cassie asked sweetly, but she was giving me the death stare too.

"5th." I said.

"Oh, that's cool." Cassie said, and then turned to George. "I'm going into year 5 too. We're all in Ravenclaw."

"Great." George said sarcastically, not even trying to hide his disinterest.

"Just to let you know, Au-den, the beauty supplies are over here. I mean that's why you're here right?" Zara said.

"Sure." I said going into the next isle over where the girls were, Fred and George following closely behind me.

I walked down the wall with the make up, nail polish, and other products were. George pulled out a small piece of paper and did the same pulling out different products.

"I didn't know you wore makeup." I teased George. "You do a very good job applying it, it looks very natural."

"Ha-ha, I'm getting them for Ginny." He explained.

"Can't Ginny get them herself?" I asked.

"No, mum would kill her is she knew Ginny wore makeup." George said, taking down another bottle. "So I get them for her. And don't listen to those girls, they are just jealous."

"I have never listened to 'those girls' a day in my life, why start now?" I said, not revealing that they really hurt me. In fact, I've never really face anyone who could make me more insecure and the makeup started looking better and better.

"Good cause I honestly can't see a thing on this wall that you would need." He said. "But if you do want something, Ginny knows the best brands."

"I've never actually worn make up, maybe just a little…" I said.

"Great, I'll get two of everything. Check out the eye shadows and see which one you want. Also look at the nail polishes and perfumes." George said, grabbing a second of some of the products he already had in his hand. "Fred is really good with color."

"Thank you Georgina, for you advice." I said.

"Oh girlfriend, I totally have you're back." George said with sass.

I spun around to see Fred talking to the girls and felt a ping of jealousy, I didn't even know why. "Freddie, I need some help with color." I called to him.

Fred raised his arm and snapped and spoke with the same sass George did, "I am coming to help you."

He did an odd run to me, but I didn't question his methods or his taste. And half and hour later we were buying all the beauty products that any girl could want. We got so much that we were given a free Witch Weekly with our purchase.

"Now to get you're man card back." I said.

We spent the same amount of time in Gambol and Japes as they stocked up on their favorite pranks and even persuaded me to buy some and at Eeylops I got a Northern Saw-whet owl. When we arrived a Broomstix, I was immediately drawn to the one in the window. As we entered, I looked at it there too.

"What is it?" I asked stunned it looked nothing like the brooms that I would've imagined.

"The Firebolt." Fred said. "Fastest broom in the world."

"Perfect balance and Precision."

"It has an unbreakable braking charm."

"It's the best broom in the world."

"Also the most expensive."

"What can I do for you folks?" The shop owner asked, walking up to us.

"Yes, I need a broom. Just learning but I'll own it for pretty much the rest of my life or most of it." I said. "How much is this one?"

"More then you have." He said. "And definitely not a beginners broom."

"I learn quick." I said. "What would you recommend?"

"The Nimbus Racing Broom Company has consistently made great models. The best for a beginner is a Nimbus 1000. It's capable of going 100 miles an hour, it can turn 360 degrees and its reliable and agile." He said taking a broom off the wall.

"Cool, when was it made?" I asked.

"1967, still good though." He said.

"How much is the Firebolt?" I asked.

"1,500 Galleons." The shop owner said.

"How long will it last?"

"Forever, or until you want a new one." He said placing the broom back on the wall. "If you're just learning I wouldn't recommend it."

"Yeah, so you've said. Any discounts or specials going on right now?" I asked.

"20% off for a purchase 1,000 Galleons or more." He said. "And you get a free broom care and repair kit with a purchase of 1,200 Galleons or more."

"So that takes the price down to 1,200 Galleons plus the repair kit?"

"Yup."

"I'll take it."

"What?" The twins said at the same time.

We walked out of the shop with a broom and Broom repair and care kit. Headed to Flourish and Blotts to finish up the shopping. I was lucky enough to only need to hand in a paper and the women behind the counter gave me a stack of books, which were apparently 50% off. The rest of the group caught up with us and we headed back to the Burrow, where we spent our whole time telling stories about our day in Diagon Alley.