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Chapter three: Diagon Alley

Lily looked at the green powder, wondering how on earth that would help them to get to this 'Diagon Alley' place.

Dumbledore, having seen her face, explained "You use this to travel through fireplaces in the wizarding world, you're house is not connected to the floo network-"

"Floo network?" asked her mother, whom Lily realised had been taking in their entire conversation silently.

"Wizards use the floo network to travel between fireplaces, as I said before, we use this green powder which is called floo powder, place it in the fireplace, stand in the fireplace then say where we want to go and we will go there, best to keep you're elbows in though, it hurts awfully to catch them." Dumbledore explained, his blue eyes twinkling brightly when he reached the end of his explanation.

Lily just stared at him. Darren just stared at him. Petunia came in and stared at him. Mrs Evans fainted. Mr Evans ran to get some water.

"Oh dear, did I do that?" asked the kindly headmaster as he looked at a mug on the counter that read "I love you as much as I love me...and that's a lot!" that belonged to Mr Evans that Lily and Darren had given him for his birthday the year before.

Possibly signed Lily, whilst Petunia and Darren tried to wake their mother up. Darren looked up at Lily He knows makaton? He signed to Lily, his face a mixture of shock and curiosity. Lily paused, she hadn't realised that before.

When Lily's mum finally woke up it was time for Lily and Dumbledore to leave.

Just as Dumbledore was about to throw the floo powder into the fireplace Lily had a sudden thought, What about school?

"It's only one day, and I'm sure that you wouldn't mind missing lessons on your birthday" Dumbledore replied.

Lily needed no more convincing as she took a pinch of powder and threw it into the fireplace, it was when she stepped into the fireplace when she realised she couldn't speak where she was going, she had lost her voice.

She didn't worry for long before Dumbledore stepped in beside her and held her hand. "The Leaky Cauldron" he said, loudly and clearly.

All of a sudden lily felt the wind rushing around her and all she could see in all directions were spinning fireplaces. Lily, in her amazement, forgot to tuck her elbows in, resulting in some nasty bruises.

Lily suddenly felt herself lurch forward in the air and land on the cool hard surface of someone's floor. Lily felt a long thin hand reach down and grasp her upper-arm, gently pulling her to her feet. Albus Dumbledore released her arm and led her through the small, dingy pub they seemed to have landed in to a small courtyard out the back.

Dumbledore pulled a long, ornately carved stick from his sleeve and tapped a sequence of bricks with it. The bricks slowly began to melt away, revealing the long, bright, cobbled street of Diagon Alley.

Dumbledore walked down the cheery street towards a tall, white, and slightly lop-sided building that had GRINGOTTS written above the entrance.

"The wizard bank" explained the headmaster, "safe but watch out for the goblins".

GOBLINS?! Thought Lily, This place just gets stranger and stranger...

Once they had traded Lily's muggle money for wizarding money they bought Lily's supplies, now all that was left was a wand and the optional pet.

They walked into Ollivanders where the lights were dim and an old man was at the counter with a young boy and his parents

When they walked in a bell by the door rang, alerting the man of their presence. The greying man looked tired but his smile never wavered, he gave them a small nod before turning back to the young boy and his parents. Lily could only see the back of his head but from the looks of it he seemed to be about her age, eleven. As she was watching he picked up a stick much like the one the headmaster had used to get onto the alley, she realised this must be a wand.

The boy held the wand in his right hand and gave it a flick, one of the many aisles of boxes behind the shopkeeper collapsed and dust rose from the pile.

"Well" coughed out the man "obviously not hat wand, eh?" he picked up another and the boy did the same thing, this time one of the windows behind me shattered and shards of glass fell around me, some cutting the backs of my legs.

I released a silent scream as I clutched my bleeding calves, the boy, who had turned around when the window shattered, came rushing forwards apologising over and over.

"I am so, so, so sorry! It was an accident, I didn't mean to! Oh god I'm sorry!" he rambled, taking my arms and leading me to a chair at the side of the room. By the time he had sat me down my legs were covered in blood and glass, the adults had surrounded us as he knelt down to examine my legs.

"Remus honey leave them be and let me have a look" said the woman he was with, she had light brown hair and comforting grey-blue eyes.

Her son, who I now knew to be called Remus, moved aside and let the woman kneel in front of me. "Hello sweetie, don't worry, I am just going to check that your legs are okay and fix them up a little" she assured me with a smile.

She examined my legs and then took out what I assumed was her own wand, muttering some words the wounds cleared and healed leaving only thin white lines where they had been.

"There you go" she said helping me to stand, while she had healed me the men had been clearing the glass and repairing the window. "Now what's your name sweetie?" she asked me, finally having the chance to.

Lily Evans I sign. The woman just looked at me blankly, as did everyone else in the shop, only Dumbledore understood. "This is Lily Evans" he said, he then looked at me seeking confirmation to allow him to give an explanation, I give him a small nod of ascent, "she is unable to speak due to past experiences".

The lady gasped and the boy, his father and the shopkeeper all stare at me wide eyed.

I look at my feet as I feel the hot read blush spreading through my cheeks.

"Well" says the Man that I assumed to be Remus's father "I am John Lupin, this is my wife Christina and our son Remus. I must say it is a pleasure to meet you" he reaches out and takes my hand, shaking it and then releasing it before his wife swoops down and gives me a hug, I like these people I think as Remus finally shakes my hand, giving me a tired but warm smile.

"And I" says the shopkeeper "am Mr Ollivander, I own this shop and create the wands I sell".

It's a pleasure to meet you all I write on a piece of parchment the headmaster hands to me.

The Lupin's the headmaster and I stayed for another hour before finally finding our wands.

Remus' wand was made of chestnut and dragon heartstring, 10 inches long, it was firm.

My wand was made of Ebony, with a unicorn core it was 11 and ¼ inches and slightly springy, perfect for charms work. It also had a thin line of ivy carved into it, the leaves made of a deep emerald stone.

After this we head to the 'Leaky Cauldron' which I find out is the name of the pub we were in before. We head towards the fireplaces to return to our homes but before we leave we exchange addresses, telephone numbers (Mrs. Lupin was muggle-born like me and likes to keep her roots with her) and promise to meet outside of Kings Cross Station at half past ten on September 1st so they can show me how to get onto the platform.

After this we say our goodbyes and step into the fireplaces, calling out our addresses.

At home, after the professor left I went to my room to look through my purchases. I think I will like this 'Hogwarts' I think as I go to Darren's room to show him my new wand.

When I enter Darren's room I find Darren crying in the corner with Petunia standing above him talking quietly, "She's a freak, a FREAK, but he won't listen, noooo, because he loves her more than he loves me, the freak lover" she swings around to storm out when she see's me standing there, "FREAK" she hisses in my ear as she passes.

When she leaves I go over to Darren and comfort him with stories of my day and my new friend. Darren just looks at me before he says You wont forget me will you? You will write and visit when you can, yeah?

How can you even ask that, of course I will! I reply before we curl up on his bed, I was tired from my day of shopping and he from crying, so we fell asleep, fully clothed on his bed holding each other knowing that soon we won't be able to do this when we need to. We had to make the most of our time together.

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