Chapter Three: Diagon Alley
Title: Harry Potter and the Phantom Hourglass
Chapter: 3
Author: Hikari no Vikki
Genre: Action/Adventure/Fantasy
Parings: Sorry, only frivolous friendships for now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Legend of Zelda. Really, I don't. Search me.
Description: Crossover with Legend of Zelda. The Phantom Hourglass has been handed down since its beginning, until finally it makes its way into the hands of a boy named Gabriel. He fights alongside Harry Potter, and soon discovers a darkness that has been waiting to exact a deadly revenge.
Vikki: This is a really funny chapter. Especially when they get their wands. I'm gonna post this chappy before Yami-kun wakes up.
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Gabriel sat on his bed, trying to recover from the shock. What, Harry? No, that was months ago. Speaking of Harry, he hadn't seen him at school since then. He could only hope his friend was all right.
No, what he was recovering from was something that made what happened at the zoo seem normal. Something he now knew he would never be.
He held the still crisp letter in his hands, rereading it over and over. He was… he was a wizard. This letter was for Hogwarts, a place he never dreamed he would go. He always knew, in the back of his mind, that he had abilities that no 'normal' person could do, or even say they could. He knew that from both his snake encounters. The one at the zoo, and then the other one he'd had with his father's snake here at home sometime ago. Well, actually, animals in general. This, as he stared at the letter in half-disbelief, was real.
The shock had worn off, and he was now staring at the letter with utmost awe. His golden eyes now looked at the school supply list. How were they going to get it all?
Inside of him, his emotions were like clothes in a tumble dryer. One minute he was shocked and utterly crushed and the next he was elated that he could do things no muggle, or what he now knew as a non-magical person, could do, unless of course they had gotten letters too.
So there he sat for the next half hour, with his sister most likely doing the same on the other side of the room, with a flame burning in his heart that spurred him to go and do this. He got up, looked himself in the mirror for a second, and then shook Aria by the shoulders. "Aria? You want to do this?" She turned to him and looked up.
"Of course I do. We both sort of knew something like this was bound to happen, especially with your mark and all." She paused as she put a slender finger to her chin. "Besides," she said with a smile, "it'll be fun!"
Gabriel, still apprehensive, stared at his left palm. Oh yes, what fun indeed.
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They were right in front of the door to a bar called the Leaky Cauldron.
"Why are we here?" Gabriel inquired. Aria tugged on her mom's shirttail asking the same. "We're here because this place leads to Diagon Alley, which is where you'll get your things."
They both said a silent, "Oh," and walked inside with her. When they entered, a few people looked behind their shoulders to see who it was. Only a few people went up to her and shook her hands as well as their own. The first was tall man with a black cloak all the way around him.
"Well, well. Alexandria, I presume? You seem to have actually made yourself a place in our world now haven't you?" As he spoke, he sneered a bit and he said her name with dislike. His slimy-looking black hair barely moved as he uttered his words. Aria hid behind her mother while Gabriel seethed a bit in anger. If he didn't know what he was up against, he surely would have done more than just growl.
Then man looked down. "And these must be your children that are entering this year? Your boy looks sharp. Hopefully he's at least competent in Potions." She just looked at him for a while and Gabriel prayed for a minute or so that she wasn't going to kill him. Instead, she smiled.
"You always were a bit jealous of how I always did better than you in Potions, Professor Snape." He turned after saying, "Yes, I was." And only after I thought he was out of earshot did Gabriel say, "Well, that was rude."
The other person that recognized her was the barman, Tom.
"Well, Lexi! Is that you? I can't believe it. How long has it been since I last saw you? Eleven years?" She nodded. "It has been too long Tom. But I must be going now. I've got to take these two to Diagon Alley." Just as she was about to turn around, Tom called her again.
"Hagrid just went through that door a second ago! If you hurry, you can catch up with him!" She nodded again and bid her goodbye as she hurried to a corner in the back.
Suddenly her face lit up with uttermost joy. "Hagrid!" she cried.
A great big man turned to see her, holding hands with someone Gabriel immediately recognized. He didn't even stop to call his name.
All of a sudden Harry was pushed down onto the cold, hard floor of the hidden courtyard in the corner. "Whoa! What the-" He turned to see Gabriel's awe-struck, amazed, and joyful shining face above him. Gabriel managed to hold in his excitement a little while longer to help him get up and brush himself off. Then they both gave each other hugs that seemed to last forever.
"I'm assuming that Harry knows your son?" They stopped in their hug-fest and turned their attention on Hagrid and Alexandria, along with Aria who still stood behind her mother.
"Yes," she said, trying so hard not to laugh. "He's had a bit of separation anxiety from his best friend. Last time they saw each other, well let's say it didn't go too well." Aria slowly came out from behind her mother. She said a really low sounding hi to Hagrid and stood beside her. "This must be your daughter then. They're first years like Harry aren't they?" "Yep. Looks like you have some friends already!" She smiled a friendly smile, one quite unlike the expression he'd last seen at the zoo.
Her eyes noticed the locket around Harry's neck. Bless him, he still wore it.
Then Harry noticed her odd stare. "What? Is something wrong?" She shook her head. "I knew your mother, Harry. I gave that locket to her for you at your first birthday." He could tell it was a half-truth, by the way she spoke.
"It's just amazing that you still wear it after all these years." Then he remembered something. "Did you bewitch it to sing a lullaby when it opened? Every time I open it, it plays a song that helps me forget my worries. Did you do that or was it already like that?"
"I did that. No other bewitcher knows that melody. It was my own mother's lullaby for me when I was little." She exchanged looks with Hagrid. They both seemed to know the full truth.
He just smiled. "Shouldn't we be going somewhere?" He'd learn the full truth one day, but he really wanted to get moving. Things went pretty quickly after their escapade at the bank, which you really don't want to know what happened there.
"Well, that's over. Gabriel, next time, do try not to fall over the side." He blushed and smiled awkwardly. His mother ruffled his hair. "Hey Hagrid? I don't suppose you could look after these two for a bit? I don't think I can separate Gabriel from Harry, and I'll say the same for Aria and her brother. As long as they're together, I'm sure they'll be no problem."
"Sure," said Hagrid, "Why, do ya need them off yer hands for a bit?" She nodded. "People to say hi to, things to catch up with, things I need to get that would require patience, you know, that sort of thing. If you'll take them to the train station after this, I'll meet them there."
So she bid her goodbyes and left, leaving them standing with Hagrid. "So," said Aria, "why don't we try Madam Malkin's first?"
At Madam Malkin's…
"Ouch!" Please be careful." Harry's fitting had gone without any pokes or pinches and he already had his three robes plus his winter cloak, which was made of thin blackish green velvet to match his hair and eyes. Aria's fitting had also gone without such interruptions as well.
"Almost done child. There we go! All done." Gabriel stepped down from his fitting stool and sighed with relief. "Ah… that's better." She handed him his robes and his winter cloak. "That'll be seventy sickles, dearest." He paid his amount and then turned around.
Just as he, his sister, and Harry were about to exit the store, a voice caught their ears.
"Been hanging out with that oaf, Hagrid?" It was a boy, pale and blond-haired to nearly the color of Gabriel's but not quite. "What's it to you?" Gabriel asked quietly. The boy shrugged. "Giants aren't really the best people to be hanging around, don't you know?" Harry wanted to charge the other, but Gabriel held him back. "C'mon, Harry, he's not worth it."
The boy's eyes seemed to widen as he dragged Harry out of the store.
Getting the cauldrons was an easy thing, as well as their potion kits and schoolbooks. By now they'd bought so much stuff, they needed trunks to hold it all. They also bought their telescopes, and then they rushed back to Madam Malkin's to get their hats, protective gloves, and nametags – because of course these things had to be at the BOTTOM of the list instead of up at the top by the robes. Gabriel preferred dragon skin gauntlets, while Aria and Harry took plain leather gloves.
They gathered around the pet shop. "Want to go in? I've already got a gyrfalcon." "What's that?" Harry asked. "A gyrfalcon," Hagrid said, "is a bird tha's faster an more reliable than most owls. Though they take considerable amounts of time and patience to train, they can become one of the most loyal animals you'll ever have."
Gabriel blushed. "I didn't do it without help…" Harry was excited. "I want to go in! Then we'll go and get wands!" "Sounds fair," said Aria.
Harry was amazed at the selection. "Look at all the owls…" he whispered. The clerk heard him and pointed to a snowy white owl. "Might I suggest this one?" She's half gyrfalcon and half snowy owl. Do you want her?"
Harry looked her up and down. "I'll take her!" Aria came to the counter. "Might I have that black colored Persian? They're supposed to be really rare."
The man chuckled. "You've got great taste lassie, and you've picked my last one in stock too! You'd be a lucky one, you are! That'll be 5 galleons for the Persian and 51 sickles for the owl." When they paid for their pets as well as the kits that came with them, they headed out of the store.
The Persian purred happily on top of all Aria's stuff as much as Harry's owl, which he'd named Hedwig, liked her cage. "Whatcha gonna name your Persian, Aria?" She looked at it for sometime. "I'll just call her Star. I rather like it." Harry blinked. "Okay. If you like it, you like it." She giggled and flashed a smile.
"Just yer wands left – oh yeah, an' I still haven't got yeh a birthday present Harry." Harry felt himself go red. "You don't have to Hagrid…"
"I know I don't have to. I'll get yeh some sweets. Don't expect you've had lots of sweets from them Dursleys."
Twenty minutes later, they found themselves standing in front of Ollivanders, Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. "Whoa…" was all Gabriel and Harry could say.
"Ollivanders," said Hagrid, "the only place fer wands, and yeh gotta have the best wand." A magic wand… this was what Harry had been really looking forward to. Gabriel just stood there, staring at the shop's sign intently, his expression serious enough to make even a ghost die of either boredom or fright.
"Well, you three go in there by yehselves, I'm going to go get those sweets."
Slowly, they entered the shop, their ears prickling with the sound of a tiny tinkling bell that rang somewhere inside.
Harry felt as through he'd entered a very strict library. He looked at Gabriel, whose expression had changed to a rather odd look of mixed awe and wonder. The back of Aria's neck seemed to prickle at the strange silence in the shop, that, mixed in with the rust-like air, seemed to tingle with some secret magic.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry jumped. Aria twitched a little and Gabriel tripped over his feet altogether. An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
As Harry helped Gabriel get up from the floor, the man seemed to stare at Aria with a recognizing look. This girl, she looked just like her mother… Little Silver, he called her, because her wand was made of pure silver with a single hair from a unicorn. Twelve and a half inches if he remembered correctly.
"Hello," she said. Good god, she sounded like her too. If Harry Potter weren't in the same room with her, he might have mistaken her for her mother.
"Ah yes," she the man, "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon, Harry Potter." It was a statement, not a question. Then his silver eyes turned to the other two. "Aria and Gabriel, I presume? You must be Alexandria's kids." They nodded, Gabriel being a bit less stern about it than his sister.
Mr. Ollivander moved closer to the group. Gabriel wished he'd blink. Those silver eyes were a bit creepy. He had now come so close that he and Harry were almost nose-to-nose. Harry could see Gabriel's reflection in his eyes.
"And that's where…"
Mr. Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long white finger. "I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly. "Thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands… well, I guess it can't be changed, now can it?"
"Well, I guess I better get to getting those wands. Why don't you, Aria stand up here first?" He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?" She blinked and said, "Left."
"A lefty, eh? That'll make it interesting. Not many of my left handed ones were easy to place, mind you. You know, you mother was a particularly hard one to place as well, being a lefty herself. No doubt she's told you." She looked a bit puzzled. "Told me what?" He turned around. "She never told you? You should pay more attention to how she writes, then."
He took out several thin boxes. He seemed to stop at one and spoke a barely audible, "I'll try this one last…"
Then he came back and presented her with a wand. "Palm tree and Hungarian Horntail heartstring core. Very sturdy." She felt rather foolish, but she didn't need prodding to know she was supposed to wave it. When she did, a light green spark flew out, and broke a flower vase some twenty shelf levels high.
"No, no, not the right one." He handed her another one. "Balsa wood and unicorn hair. Flippy, but it casts well." She waved that one and nothing seemed to be wrong until the tape measure went crazy and tied up Harry in some odd thirty seconds. While Gabriel was trying to untie Harry, Mr. Ollivander took that wand and handed her another one. This one was different, however.
"Made of pure melted pearls. This one has a pixie wing core. Very sturdy and casts well. Thirteen inches exactly." This one seemed to warm her to her very toes. "Look! Purple sparks! Is that a good thing?" He seemed to be pleased, as he nodded and put the other ones back up.
Harry was next. "Wand arm?" "Right, sir." "Good, very good."
His first one, Beech-wood and dragon heartstring, broke another vase about five shelf levels lower than the one Aria did. His second one, Maple and phoenix feather, came very close to shattering the shop window. His third one, ebony and unicorn hair, didn't seem to do anything until Aria burst out in fits of uncontrollable laughter while pointing at Gabriel, whose hair had now turned a bright, neon pink (not counting his beet-red face on account of blushing so hard) which was quickly reversed.
Many wands were tried until the desk could not be seen under the pile of them. But finally he came to one, holly and phoenix feather.
"It's an unusual combination," he said, "eleven inches, nice and supple."
Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light onto the walls. A small smile graced his lips for the first time in that shop, a true smile of pride.
"Curious," he muttered as he put the wand back into its box, which he wrapped in brown paper, "curious."
"I'm sorry," said Harry, "but what's curious?"
He fixed Harry with his pale stare. "I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wand, gave another feather – just one other. It is very curious that you should be destined for this wand, when its brother – gave you that scar." Harry gulped.
"The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter, after all… He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things – terrible, yes. But great." Harry took his wand, and when he turned around, he mouthed to Gabriel, "Be careful…"
Gabriel, the last one, stepped up. Before Mr. Ollivander could ask for his wand arm, Gabriel said, "I'm left-handed, like Aria, sir." "Sharp one, you are. What was your name again, lad?" "Gabriel, sir." "I see… well then."
He took down two wands.
"Here you go," he said as he took the wand out of the case, "Mahogany and mermaid scale core. Eleven inches, quite flexible."
He gave it a wave, shooting out dark blue sparks which bounded off the walls, broke another four vases, knocked out three of the higher wand shelves, and shattered the shop window, not to mention it almost singed off what was left of poor Ollivander's hair. Gabriel slowly put it down, twitching a little.
"Sorry… that one really does like me…" He was breathing rather heavily, and shaking so hard, Harry had to hold him to make him stop. "I've never had one that's done quite that much damage before, although your mother had a similar one that also shattered the window…" He looked at poor Gabriel, who was still shaking violently.
"Here you go child. Don't worry, the damage can all be fixed with some simple repair spells." He looked at Gabriel again. "This one is pure black onyx with an angel's feather core. Exactly twelve inches." Gabriel took it, still shaking slightly.
He felt rather strange. Warmth seemed to flow through him like fire that seared his very veins. It was an amazing feeling. He gave it a strong wave, which sent out pleasant wind gusts from where he stood.
Mr. Ollivander seemed pleased, as he wrapped his box in paper. "Take care of that wand now. Onyx-made wands are rare, rarer than ones made of pure gold. No, you don't have to polish it, it'll sort of do that on its own. Just be careful with it, it's core is also very rare. Angel wing feathers are found once every century, and only about four or five of them even go into wand making. As I said, Gabriel, take good care of it. Though I already know you will."
They all paid for their wands, and gratefully left the shop. Now that their time in Diagon Alley was done, it was time to head for Hogwarts.
Yami Vikki: Poor Ollivander… he needs that hair.
Vikki: And Harry turned Gabriel's hair neon pink.
Yami Vikki: Oh… that was funny. I couldn't stop laughing.
Vikki: Well, anyway….
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