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(Henry POV)
As soon as we all reached the shop, Mum allowed Harry and I to go inside by ourselves, so running in, we were immediately greeted by a woman, who was already working with a boy, helping him fit his robes. "Come here, now. There's another young man being fitted right now."
In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale pointed face was standing on a footstool, while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin helped Harry onto a stool on one side of the boy and then, she helped me get on a stool on the other side. Then, calling over a third witch, they begin pinning our robes to the right length.
"Hello." Said the boy as he looked between us with interest, "Hogwarts, too?" At his words, Harry and I nodded, huge grins spreading across our faces.
"First years." I said and Harry added with a question of if the pale boy was going into his first year as well.
"Yes." The boy nodded, "My fathers just next door buying my books and my mothers up the street looking at wands." The boy had a bored, drawling sort of voice that reminded me of my third year teacher in Primary school, but Harry seemed fascinated by the boys words.
"Don't you have to pick your wand yourself?" He asked and the pale boy nodded.
"I said she was only looking." Then he added, "After my wand though I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms." After a second of silence, he went on, "I don't see why first years can't have racing brooms of their own. I think I'll bully my father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow." He then looked between us. "Have you got brooms?"
"Yes!" We said in unison. The boy strongly reminded me more and more of not only my third year teacher but of kids that I'd known in primary school that liked to bully other kids and with a glance at Harry, I knew he was thinking the same thing, but ultimately, I decided to give the boy the benefit of the doubt.
"We have Nimbus 1700." I told him and he nodded, thoughtfully.
"Not a terribly awful broom." I decided not to mention that Harry and I shared our broom, but in the end, if the boy didn't ask, then it wasn't lying, though with my lack of information-giving, Harry looked just a little uncomfortable. "I want to play Quidditch and my father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my team and I agree. Know what house you'll be in?"
This kid jumped topics quicker than I could keep up with, so deciding to just go with the flow, I replied after glancing at Harry. "Not sure yet, but our Dad reckons that we'll be in Gryffindor."
"Yeah, I mean, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I KNOW I'll be in Slytherin. All our family have been. Imagine being in Hufflepuff. I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"
"Hm." Said Harry, looking really uncomfortable now at the boys words. He was always a bit more sensitive then I was and so while he just tried to stop conversing with the boy, I said.
"Well, Helga Hufflepuff had enough magic to help create the school. She was powerful in her own right as all the founders were, it's not the house that defines itself, it's the people within it. Just like with people, it's not who you are or what you look like or what you have, it's how you act and treat other people."
Everyone was staring at me now, but I didn't care as I smiled, proud of my words. I had refrained from calling the boy a rude git and simply threw some history at him. A little pink in the face, the boy opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped when he suddenly pointed out the window.
"I say! Look at that man!" Looking over at the window, Harry and I saw Sirius, who was still obviously disguised, standing with Hagrid, who was waving merrily at us from outside the shop and pointing at something Sirius was holding that had a tarp covering it. Beside him, was Mum and Dad, smiling at us as they waited.
"That's Hagrid." Harry said suddenly, seeming to be pleased to be able to tell the boy something he didn't already know. "He works at Hogwarts."
"Ooooh," Said the boy. "I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant, isn't he?"
"He's a gamekeeper." I said with a slight snap to my tone. I looked at Harry and at that moment, we agreed that we were liking the boy less and less.
"Yes, I've heard he's a sort of savage. Lives in a hut on the school grounds. Gets drunk every now and then and tries to do magic and ends up setting fire to his bed."
"I think he's brilliant." Said Harry, coldly. No, we didn't know Hagrid that well, but Dad had told us all about him growing up and knew why he was the gamekeeper and we didn't judge him for anything at all.
"Do you?" Said the boy with a slight sneer, "is he with you? Where are your parents?"
"They're—" Harry began and sensing what he was going to say, I cut him off.
"They're over there." I pointed at Mum and Dad and watching them for a moment, the boy looked at me.
"They're our kind aren't they? I honestly don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, never been brought up to know our ways. Many of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname?"
"Darken" I snapped but before we could say anything more, I was pulled down from the stool, along with Harry as Madam Malkin said we were all done. Glad for an excuse to get out of there, we grabbed our robes, paid and left without another word to the boy.
"Can you believe the nerve of that boy!" Harry raged as we left the shop.
"What a prat!" I agreed and as we approached him, Dad looked at us.
"What happened?l
"This stupid kid inside the shop was so pretentious, going on about how he's better than others and how Hogwarts shouldn't let muggleborns into the school!" Harry ranted and then grinned when I started mocking him, attempting to imitate his stupid voice.
"Pfff, they shouldn't let the other sort in, maybe they shouldn't let him in." Amber said and Harry and I cackled as Uncle Sirius came over with Hagrid and the thing under the little tarp.
"Yer Uncle Brendon and I got ter talkin' and he said yer guys might be wantin' a little something before yer go to Hogwarts, so he asked me to help pick yeh out a li'le somethin'." Grinning at Sirius, Harry and I took the thing and immediately, we knew what it was and we ripped the tarp off.
The snowy white owl was more beautiful than anything we'd ever seen before and handing it to Harry to Hold, I thanked Hagrid and Sirius profusely as Dad smiled at Hagrid. "Thanks, Hagrid. You've just helped make their day even better."
The giant man went all red and said, "Ah, it wa'nt no trouble at all."
"Well, I'll be teaching at Hogwarts this year and I hope at some point we can get together and have tea?" Hagrid beamed at the offer and nodded.
"Well, I be'er be off now. Got important business to do with Dumbledore, I do."
With a nod, we waved goodbye as Hagrid set off, towards Gringotts, while we headed off to our last stop of the day, Olivanders.
