"Might as well get yeh uniform," Hargrid said gesturing towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Listen, Harry, would you mind if I slipped off to the Leaky Cauldron? I hate those Gringotts carts. Find me there once you've finished." Despite his lingering illness, Hagrid's demeanor remained resolute as Harry ventured into Madame Malkin's shop unaccompanied, his nerves palpable.
Madame Malkin, a genial witch adorned in mauve, greeted Harry warmly as he entered, instantly recognizing his affiliation with Hogwarts.
In the rear of the shop, a fair-haired boy stood atop a footstool, being fitted for robes by a second witch. Placed beside him, Harry found himself engaged in conversation with the boy, who, with a tone of insipidity, divulged his imminent shopping agenda. The conversation felt reminiscent of Harry's encounters with Dudley, albeit more refined.
As the conversation veered into Quidditch and Hogwarts houses, Harry found himself intrigued by the boy's insights, despite feeling somewhat out of his depth.
Upon learning Harry's name, the boy's demeanor shifted, introducing himself as Draco Malfoy with a mixture of surprise and pride. Extending his hand in greeting, Draco was met with Harry's subdued response, prompting Harry to explain his unfamiliarity with social niceties due to his tumultuous upbringing of being raised by Dursleys.
Draco, sympathizing with Harry's plight, offered consolation and proceeded to enlighten him about Quidditch and the four Hogwarts houses, expressing his family's legacy in the Slytherin house.
Their interaction was interrupted by the arrival of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Lucius, though amiable, cast a wary glance at Harry's lightning-shaped scar but then quickly covered it up, while Narcissa extended a gracious greeting.
Draco, eager to include Harry, sought permission for him to join their excursion to Quality Quidditch Supplies and Ollivanders, to which Harry hesitantly agreed, mindful of Hagrid's instructions.
Assured by Mr. Malfoy's assurance that Harry's presence was permissible, Harry concluded his fitting and embarked on an afternoon of wand selection and exploration under Malfoy's guidance.
At Ollivanders, Harry was met with the enigmatic presence of Mr. Ollivander, who, with keen interest, discerned Harry's wand preferences. Through a series of trials, Harry found himself in possession of a wand that resonated with him, a wand of holly wood, 11 inches long, with a phoenix feather core eliciting awe from Mr. Ollivander. Draco left with his new wand a Hawthorn wand, precisely 10 inches with a unicorn hair core; his parents quite pleased.
As Harry departed the shop, Mr. Ollivander's cryptic words lingered, leaving Harry with a sense of unease and curiosity. I wasn't quite sure he liked Me. Ollivander. With newfound wands in hand, Harry, Draco and Mr & Mrs. Malfoy bid farewell to Ollivander, Harry pleased to be embarking on the next chapter of his magical journey with Draco as a new friend.
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Exiting the bustling shop, Harry bid farewell to Draco, a tinge of melancholy coloring his departure from his sole new confidant.
"I'll keep an eye out for you on the platform. I have some friends I believe you'll get along with," Draco remarked with a genial smile, reciprocated by Harry, who found solace in the assurance of someone looking out for him.
Turning his attention to Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, Harry expressed gratitude for their escort to Quality Quidditch Supplies and Ollivanders, acknowledging the pleasure of their company.
"It was my pleasure, Mister Potter. I trust we shall cross paths again," Lucius responded graciously.
"Wishing you well, and may your studies flourish in the coming year," Narcissa added, her soothing voice leaving a lasting impression on Harry.
As Harry traversed the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley, his steps guided him back to the Leaky Cauldron, where Hagrid awaited.
"Harry, there you are. I was beginning to worry you'd gone astray," Hagrid exclaimed upon Harry's arrival.
Apologizing for his delay and recounting his excursion with the Malfoys, Harry was swiftly reassured by Hagrid's hearty demeanor.
"Let's gather the rest of your supplies, shall we? Books, cauldron, and oh, I've yet to procure a birthday present for you," Hagrid chimed in with cheer.
Blushing at the notion, Harry attempted to decline, only to be met with Hagrid's insistence.
"I know I needn't, but how about an owl? They're quite popular among students, practical for mail delivery and such," Hagrid proposed, his enthusiasm infectious.
Twenty minutes later, armed with a majestic snowy owl, Harry found himself overwhelmed with gratitude, mirroring Professor Quirrell's stammering expressions of thanks.
"Don't mention it," Hagrid grumbled modestly, a stark contrast to his benevolent gesture.
Their shopping continued at Flourish and Blotts, where Harry was drawn to a myriad of enchanting tomes, including a tempting volume on curses that elicited Hagrid's cautionary guidance.
Amidst the bustling activity of Diagon Alley, Harry and Hagrid ventured to procure potion ingredients, navigating the Apothecary's sensory assault with curiosity and resolve.
As the sun dipped low in the sky, Harry and Hagrid made their way back to the Leaky Cauldron, laden with their acquisitions. Boarding the train bound for the Dursleys, Harry reflected on the day's events, grappling with a sense of uncertainty despite the warmth of newfound friendships and the kindness of companions like Hagrid.
Encouraged by Hagrid's reassuring words and armed with his Hogwarts ticket, Harry watched the departing figure until it suddenly vanished from view, feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension for the journey ahead.