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Hello guys Badger here. Sorry it's been a while. As I said in Magic and The Force, I finished my Uni Foundation Year, yet failed 1 out of my 6 modules. I don't know if this means I won't be able to move onto my First Year, but because of that I lost motivation to do anything for quite some time, but I am slowly regaining my motivation to write again, so here we are new chapter. You know how it goes.

Read on, I hope you enjoy and I will see you at the end.

Chapter 3

The Brick Wall To Diagon Alley

It wasn't long until Harry was sat waiting on the stairs, for whoever it was who was coming to collect him to buy his school supplies. Like Harry thought, his relatives were out for the day, not wanting to be around when 'a freak' arrived at their doorstep.

He wasn't there for much longer, until he heard the doorbell ring. Jumping up out of his seat on the stairs, Harry brushed off his jacket, before answering the door, where he was greeted by an older woman, dressed in some strange green robes.

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Professor McGonagall was quite surprised, when the door opened. If it wasn't for the Emerald eyes and lightning bolt scar, peaking out from under his raven black hair, on his forehead, she would've thought that an eleven year old James Potter had greeted her. Harry looks so much like his father was when he first went to Hogwarts all those years ago. And that glint in his eyes. That same glint that caused her so much stress James Potter had caused her, during his time at Hogwarts. She mentally sighed, worried about Harry possibly causing more stress then his father ever did. Especially if he got mixed in with the wrong people.

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It was subtle, but Harry noticed a look of shock appear on the woman's face, though it quickly disappeared and the shock was replaced by a composed, professional, stance.

"Mr Potter" She said, her tone firm, yet gentle "I am Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I am here to take you to Diagon Alley…I take it you know about Hogwarts and the Wizarding World?"

"A little bit" Harry shrugged "I didn't know about magic until my letter arrived…my relatives didn't want me to know about magic, or the wizarding world"

"I see…" McGonagall said, not liking what she heard "Are…are your relatives in?"

"No, they went out for the day" Harry replied "They didn't want to be around when…you arrived…they didn't want any 'freakishness' around them"

"Really…well…if they aren't here, we may as well get going" McGonagall said, knowing she was going to have to have a word with Dumbledore after returning to Hogwarts "As your fireplace isn't connected to the Floo Network, and you can't Apparate to Diagon Alley, the quickest way for us to get to the Alley, is by using the Knight Bus…follow me"

"Floo Network, Apparate, Knight Bus…" Harry mumbled to himself, knowing there was so much he was going to have to learn about the Wizarding World, as he followed McGonagall to the end of the street

Harry watched, as she removed a stick and pointed it up to the sky. At first, he was confused as to what she was doing, only for a large purple bus, which had multiple floors came zooming down the street, stopping mere inches in front of them, narrowly missing them. The bus had moved so quickly that, when it came to a stop, Harry had to balance himself, almost being knocked down by the gust of wind that followed.

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus" The Conductor said "Where may we take you today?"

"I've got a new First Year" McGonagall said, handing over a few gold coins "So, we need to go to…"

"Ah, say no more" The Conductor said, with a toothy grin, as McGonagall and Harry got on board the bus "Ernest, First Year in need of Hogwarts supplies, you know where to go!"

"You may want to hold on tight Harry" McGonagall said, grabbing his arm and making him hold onto the Handle Rail

Harry was about to ask why when, all of a sudden, he felt himself being thrown forward, where he felt like his arm was about to be ripped from its socket, as the bus began zooming down the street. Harry held on as tightly as he could, not wanting to be thrown onto the floor, walls and ceiling, feeling like his breakfast was about to regurgitate itself, if the bus went any faster. Somehow, Professor McGonagall seemed unfazed, her body barely moving back and forth every time the bus went around a corner. It made Harry wonder if she was using some kind of magic to keep herself firmly planted.

The next few minutes were agonising for Harry, feeling himself being thrown back and forth, trying his best not to let go of the Handle Rail. After a moment, the bus came to a stop where Harry felt like he was about to be thrown to the floor, if McGonagall hadn't caught him by placing her free hand against his chest. He felt unsteady on his feet as he got off the bus, the world spinning around him. As soon as Harry's feet touched the ground, the Knight Bus shot off, where Harry stumbled once more, the strong gust of wind pushing him forward.

"I must say, I'm impressed Mr Potter" McGonagall spoke up "Most people are sick, the first time they ride the Knight Bus"

"I'm not like most Professor" Harry mumbled, as he took a moment to gather his bearings, as everything stopped spinning and he saw where they were

In front of them was an old pub, called "The Leaky Cauldron". Harry couldn't help but look to McGonagall in confusion, wondering if this whole, Hogwarts thing was a sham and she was some kind of alcoholic. McGonagall didn't seem to notice the looks he was giving her, as she led him inside where, immediately, the smell of stale alcohol and damp wood filled Harry's nostrils, making him gag slightly. The bartender noticed McGonagall's presence, which wasn't difficult as her elegant green robes stood out amongst the rags the occupants were wearing in the dreary building.

"Professor McGonagall" He said, a smile on his face "Taking another First Year to the Alley for a bit of shopping are we?"

"Yes Tom" McGonagall replied "I'll be taking Mr Potter here, to get his supplies"

"Bless my soul" Tom said, his eyes widening when he saw Harry "It's Harry Potter!"

Immediately, all activity in the bar stopped and Harry felt multiple pairs of eyes looking at him. Harry was used to attention, though seeing everyone looking at him, their eyes widening as if they've seen a celebrity, made him feel uncomfortable and more then self-conscious.

"That's really Harry Potter!" One voice said

"The Boy-Who-Lived, I can't believe it!" Another voice said

"He looks different to what I was expecting!" A third voice spoke up

"Yes, it's Harry Potter" McGonagall said, noticing Harry's discomfort "Now, we must get going, there is lot to buy after all"

With a gentle hand on his shoulder, McGonagall led Harry out the back door, to the beer garden. As they exited the building, Harry turned to the Professor, with one question on his mind.

"Why did they know who I was?" Harry asked

"Because…you're famous Harry" McGonagall sighed, knowing there was no point in lying to him

"Famous how?" Harry asked

"There was a wizard, long ago…he believed that certain people were unworthy of studying magic" McGonagall replied "He built a following of people who shared those beliefs…and killed anyone who dared to oppose him…that included your parents…on Halloween night of 1981, he entered your parents home and killed both of your parents"

"But why does this make me famous?" Harry raised his eyebrows

"After killing your parents, he turned his attention to you" McGonagall said "The wizard was known for using the Killing Curse…a forbidden curse which instantly kills those it touches…however, when he used that same Curse on you…somehow, you survived, unscathed save for that scar on your forehead…that's why you're famous, you survived the impossible, you are the Boy-Who-Lived"

"So…who was this wizard?" Harry asked, rubbing his scar subconsciously

"We do not speak his name" McGonagall said, before looking around, to make sure no one was overhearing "But…you deserve to know…his name…was Voldemort"

"Voldemort" Harry replied, only to be shushed by McGonagall "Sorry…so what happened to Vol…him?"

"I don't know" McGonagall replied "He disappeared that night…most believe he died…I would like for that to be true…though something tells me that isn't true…I think he's out there, somewhere…waiting…waiting for what though, I could not say…anyway, enough of that, let's get going"

Harry nodded, noting that McGonagall had gone slightly pale after recounting everything that had happened. He watched as she pulled out her stick once more and tapped it against the brick wall, in some strange pattern. Harry then watched in amazement, seeing the bricks move and shift, forming an archway, revealing a busy, bright and colourful shopping alley, which was a big contrast to the dreariness of the pub they were just in.

"Welcome Harry, to Diagon Alley" McGonagall said, as she led him through the archway

Harry couldn't help but look at every store they passed. Each one had its own unique structure, every one standing out in its own special way. The place was also quite crowded, with people going about their day, going from shop to shop. Thankfully, no one else seemed to have noticed him. A good thing too, as Harry didn't want to be crowded in the middle of the alleyway.

"So, where do we go to first?" Harry asked

"Gringotts Bank" McGonagall said, pointing towards the large marble building at the at end of Diagon Alley "We'll go in there, so you can take some money out and we can start getting everything you'll need for Hogwarts"

"But…I don't have any money" Harry stated

"Your parents made you a personal vault when you were born" McGonagall said "A vault containing enough to for you to get through your seven years at Hogwarts"

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. The only money he had, was the money he was able to swipe and pickpocket from people, he had no idea he had a personal vault. He wondered how much was in his vault. He could probably put some of that money to good use.

McGonagall kept a gentle hand on his shoulder, as she led him inside the bank, where Harry noticed strange tiny creatures sat on very high desks, writing in books, or counting coins. They looked like Gremlins, or Goblins Harry had seen in a fairy tale picture book Dudley once threw away a long time ago. Harry couldn't help but stare as they walked towards a Goblin sat at the very back of the Bank hall, on his own elegant desk, in between two large pillars, with a gate leading to who knows where. The Goblin looked up, noticing the two and put down his quill.

"Can I help you?" The Goblin asked, his raspy voice giving hints of disrespect and arrogance

"Mr Potter is here to make a withdrawal" McGonagall said, removing a key and showing it to the Goblin

"Very well, if you will follow me" The Goblin said

What transpired afterwards, was Harry getting onto some kind of strange carriage built onto some kind of railway system where he experienced what a rollercoaster must have felt like. He thought the Knight Bus was bad, but in his opinion, this was worse. The Knight Bus didn't twist and turn, or do loop the loops whilst travelling at blistering speeds, before coming to a sudden halt, nearly sending Harry flying.

"Vault 687" The Goblin said, taking the key from McGonagall and opening the door

There was the sound of metal clanging, as locks and hinges unlocked, allowing the door to swing open with a loud creak and Harry's eyes glistened at the sight of the stacks upon stacks of golden coins that practically glowed inside the vault. Harry could only imagine how much was in front of him. There must have been thousands, if not millions sat there.

"Professor how much should I take?" Harry asked, after being given a pouch

"A couple hundred galleons should suffice enough" McGonagall replied "If you do need more, then we'll make a quick stop back here"

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Over the next hour, Harry and McGonagall went to every store he needed to go to, to collect his supplies for his First Year at Hogwarts. Entering the pet store, Harry looked at his list to see, besides an owl, cat or toad, a wand was the only thing left he needed. As Harry looked at the owls available, his gaze landed on a snowy white owl, standing proudly, with a hint of arrogance, on a perch.

"Ain't she beautiful" The store owner said "Hedwig her name is…I forget who sold her to me, but she is a feisty one let me tell you"

"I'll take her" Harry said

"No problem sir" The store owner said

As the store owner was punching in the price on the till, Harry caught sight of a cat like being watching him intently on a perch of its own. Unlike Hedwig, the cat like being had fur that was as black as the night sky with piercing blue eyes.

"Excuse me but, what is that?" Harry asked

"That, sir, is a Kneazle" The store owner said "It will cost extra, but I can ring this Kneazle up for you…I wonder this beast is quite temperamental…I've sold him multiple times and each person I sell him to, returns him to me not long after"

"Is it normal for students to have two pets?" Harry asked, turning to McGonagall

"It's not common" McGonagall replied "Most students stick with an owl, though plenty of students choose to keep an owl purely for sending letters whilst having another animal as their pet"

"In that case…I'll take him" Harry said

"You'll have to give him a name" The store owner said "And if you don't end up returning him in a few weeks, then consider me impressed"

"I'm sure I'll think of a good name" Harry said, stroking the Kneazle's fur, which purred in response

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Finally, Harry entered Ollivander's Wand Store. There was pleasant smell of wood in the air, as Harry looked around seeing shelves full of boxes, which Harry guess contained wands. McGonagall walked up to the front desk and dinged the bell where, immediately an elderly man appeared from behind one of the shelves.

"Ah Minerva McGonagall" He said "9 ½ inches, made from Fir wood, with a Dragon Heartstring Core…how can I help you today?"

"I have a new First Year for you to match today Ollivander" McGonagall replied, gesturing to Harry

Harry watched as Ollivander's gaze turned to him. Harry felt very unsettled at the look in the mans eyes. It was like his piercing gaze was staring into his soul, nearly reading his entire being, before a smile crossed the man's lips.

"I wondered when I would have the pleasure to match you Mr Potter" Ollivander said, grabbing a tape measure "It feels like only yesterday when your mother and father were in here, buying their first wands for their First Year at Hogwarts…a shame what happened…truly gifted in magic, they were…now, what's your dominant hand, Mr Potter?"

Ollivander nodded, before he started measuring Harry's arm and shoulder. Over the next several minutes, Ollivander would hand Harry all kinds of wands, each one different to the last. However, every one of them would fly out of his hand, or cause some kind of damage to the store, causing Ollivander to pluck the wand, out of his grip, claiming it to be another fail. After several more attempts, Ollivander had a look of deep thought cross his face, before disappearing into the back of the store, before returning with a dusty looking box. Ollivander took the wand out and, had a look of reluctance, as he hesitantly handed it over to Harry.

Harry took the wand where, immediately, swirls of magic began to circle around him, as Harry felt a strange feeling run all over his body. It felt strange. Yet comforting. Powerful, even. McGonagall and Ollivander both had a look of shock at the performance in front of them.

"Curious" Ollivander said, as it died down "Most curious"

"What is curious?" Harry asked

"I remember every wand I ever sold Mr Potter" Ollivander said "You see, the Phoenix that willingly gave the feather that resides in the core of your wand…gave another feather…just…one…other…the reason why I find it curious as to why you are destined for this wand…when it's brother…gave you that scar!"

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It wasn't long until Harry was back in his room, with Hedwig and the Kneazle, which Harry still didn't have a name for, sat on their perch. Harry was glad to be back. After receiving his wand from Ollivander's Harry felt very creeped out, especially with the way he spoke about Harry's wand. He rubbed his scar, remembering what he said. Shaking off a cold feeling that he felt on his shoulders, Harry pulled out a box he swiped from Ollivander's, thanks to James' pickpocketing skills. Harry wasn't sure why, but he felt a strange sensation when he locked at the box, like some kind of connection. Opening the box, lay a dark brownish red wand. It was one piece of wood, which seemed to be hand carved, with strange markings carved into the handle.

Holding it in his hands, he felt a strong sensation, similar to the one his other wand did. Whilst it was probably against the rules to own more then one wand, he figured it was better safe then sorry to carry a spare, in case anything happened to the first wand. He'd probably use this wand over the one Ollivander gave him anyway. Knowing that, that wand, was the supposed brother to the wand that killed his parents and tried to kill him, made him want to throw the wand away. Falling back against his bed, Harry let out a sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

McGonagall said she would collect him when the school year began, to take him to Platform 9 ¾. Apparently that was only done for students were 'Muggleborns', whatever that was, but as Harry didn't know about Hogwarts, or the Wizarding World in general, she thought it was better to take him herself.

Until then, all he could do was wait.

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And done. What did you guys think?

I know everything in Diagon Alley seemed a bit rushed but, you guys need to understand, I've written this section multiple times for different stories. It just gets dull after a while and I just wanted to story to move along. I do hope you understand. Next chapter, though, we will see Harry meet his first friend, and who will become a fellow member to the New Marauders.

If you guys remember, in the previous chapter I had plans to make Harry be the leader of a new generation of Marauders and a lot of you gave good suggestions for who should be members. If you do have suggestion who should be alongside Harry, feel free to leave suggestions. A few of you said Draco should be a member. That is actually a good idea, though I don't know how to make that dynamic work. However, that doesn't mean he won't be. Draco is currently a maybe on that list. Another person said the Twins SHOULDN'T be members and instead I should have some kind of rivalry between the Twins and New Marauders. That, is actually a pretty good idea, though if it does happen, the rivalry will be a friendly and light hearted one. I won't say who I, currently, have in mind, though one may surprise you, the other may not.

Anyway, that is all for now. I hope you enjoyed and, if you have a story request, feel free to leave them in my PM's. If I like the sound of your story idea, I will do it.

Badger Out