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Harry was grinning from ear to ear. Today was Harry's first day in the wizarding world and today itself Harry had shown his friendship with the Goblins.
"Harry, what has happened today is not seen every day, very few wizards get to become friends with the Goblin Nation." Hagrid said in praise of Harry.
"But I just respected you, what was the problem in that?" Harry asked, but he understood instantly that it was discrimination and prejudice just like Harry had read in many history chapters.
"Harry, the wizarding world isn't perfect either. It also has many flaws. But it depends on us. If everyone starts thinking like you then this prejudice system won't survive in society." Harry paid attention to Hagrid's words.
"So what other prejudices are there in this world?" Harry asked.
"There are many, like pureblood madness. People who consider themselves to be the real owners of magic. And then they look down upon other magical creatures and consider Muggles to be inferior." Hagrid explained. But suddenly he stopped, his face had turned green, and Harry understood that this was a case of nausea.
"Hagrid, you sit down comfortably." Harry said. "Will you go to Madam Malkins's sometime and get your uniform, till then I will go and come back from Leaky Cauldron." Hagrid asked. "Don't worry about me at all, take your time comfortably." And after this Hagrid went towards Leaky Cauldrons and Harry now started looking for Madam Malkins's shop.
Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions was a charming, old-fashioned storefront in Diagon Alley, with a wooden sign bearing the shop's name in elegant, golden lettering and intricate carvings of robes and magical attire. The warm, honey-colored wood facade had weathered to a soft, silvery gray, and the large windows had displayed generations of colorful robes, dresses, and accessories. A sturdy, oak door with a brass doorknob in the shape of an acorn welcomed customers, including a young Harry Potter, who had entered the shop to buy his first Hogwarts robes. The canvas awning above the door and windows provided shade and protection, bearing the shop's name and motto in bold, red letters that had faded slightly with time, surrounded by a bustling street market and a wand shop, with the sound of merchants and the scent of magical woods and resins wafting through the air.
Inside Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, the shop was a treasure trove of magical attire, with rows of shelves and racks bursting with robes, dresses, and accessories that had been carefully curated over the years. Madam Malkin herself, a stout, kindly witch with a warm smile and twinkling eyes, had stood behind the counter, her silver hair neatly coiffed and her hands moving deftly as she measured and fitted robes for her customers. The air was thick with the scent of wool, silk, and old books, and the soft glow of lanterns and candles cast a warm, inviting light over the shop, illuminating the intricate embroidery and delicate lace that adorned the garments on display. As customers entered, Madam Malkin would greet them with a gentle smile, her eyes sparkling with a deep understanding of the importance of finding the perfect robe, and her skilled hands would move quickly and precisely as she worked her magic, transforming mere fabric into a wearable work of art.
Madam Malkin smiling warmly said " Ah, welcome to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, young man! I'm Madam Malkin. (her eyes twinkling) And you are...?"
Nervously Harry said " I'm Harry Potter, ma'am. "
Madam Malkin her eyes widening spoke " Ah, Harry Potter! We've been expecting you. (she nods to a rack of Hogwarts robes) You're here for your school robes, I presume?"
Harry Potter awed , "Yes, ma'am. I've never bought robes before."
Madam laughing said "Well, we'll soon fix that! Let's get you measured, shall we? (she pulls out a tape measure and begins to measure Harry's height and girth) Hmmm...Gryffindor, I think? (she nods to herself) Yes, definitely Gryffindor. But still we would have to wait for that. Oh don't worry dear it's just a Hogwarts house.
Harry asked curiously, "How did you know mam ?"
Madam who was smiling said ,"Oh, I've been doing this for a long time, dear. I can tell by the look in your eye. (she winks) Now, let's find you the perfect robe... (she begins to browse through the racks, pulling out a few options)"
Harry then gave his measurements to Madam, a little shyly, Madam felt so but the truth was that Harry was feeling pain due to the measurements on old wounds, but Harry came to know that for some reason his wounds were not visible to anyone. Harry wondered if this too was due to magic?
As Harry browsed through the robes, he noticed a boy with a sleek, blond haircut and a sneering expression approaching him. The boy's eyes were a cold, gray, and his nose was slightly upturned, giving him a haughty look. He wore expensive-looking robes and carried himself with an air of superiority.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy," the boy said, his voice dripping with pride. "And you are...?"
But before Harry could respond, Draco continued, "I can't believe my father's making me buy robes from this...Muggle-loving shop. Madam Malkin's always catering to the wrong sort, if you ask me. Muggles and Muggle-borns, thinking they can just waltz into Hogwarts and learn magic...it's absurd."
Harry felt a surge of anger, but Draco didn't seem to notice. "And have you heard? Hagrid's the new gamekeeper. A half-giant, teaching our children! It's a travesty. Pure-blood families like mine should be the ones teaching magic, not...not...freaks like Hagrid."
Draco glanced at Harry, expecting him to agree, but Harry's expression remained neutral. Draco continued, "I'm sure I'll be sorted into Slytherin, the noblest of houses. And Quidditch, of course, is the only sport worth playing. I'll be a Seeker, naturally.The Malfoys have always produced exceptional Quidditch players"
Harry although he didn't knew about other houses or Quidditch, but madam Malkin just mentioned him about Gryffindor so to counter Draco , he spoke "I've never really thought about it, but I suppose I'd like to try out for the Gryffindor team."
"Gryffindor? Ha! They're all just a bunch of bloodthirsty fools. No finesse, no strategy...just brute force. And what about your parents? Were they...our kind?" Draco asked.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
Draco said "Pure-blood, of course. Were they from a respectable wizarding family?"
Madam Malkin, who had been watching the exchange, finally intervened, her voice firm but polite. "That's enough, Mr. Malfoy. I won't have you questioning customers about their heritage in my shop. Your robes are ready, please take them and leave."
Draco's face reddened, but he bit back a retort and snatched his robes from Madam Malkin. "This isn't the end of this conversation," he spat, before turning and storming out of the shop.
Madam Malkin watched him go, then turned to Harry. "I apologize for that, dear. Not all pure-bloods are like that, I assure you."
After Draco's departure, Harry asked Madam Malkin, "Excuse me, Madam, could you tell me more about Quidditch and the Hogwarts houses?" Madam Malkin smiled and replied, "Of course, dear! Quidditch is our national sport, played on broomsticks with four balls and seven players on each team. And the houses - Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff - each have their own distinct qualities and traditions." Harry listened intently, then asked, "Which house do you think I'd be suited for?" Madam Malkin chuckled and said, "Ah, that's for the Sorting Hat to decide, but I think you might make a fine Gryffindor."
As they chatted, Harry asked Madam Malkin about her life, and she told him about her years of running the shop and dressing the wizarding world's finest. Harry shared a little about his own life, saying, "I live with my Muggle relatives, the Dursleys. They don't really understand magic, but it's...okay." Madam Malkin's eyes sparkled with curiosity, but Harry quickly changed the subject. Madam Malkin, sensing a deeper story, nodded sympathetically and said, "Well, dear, I'm sure you'll find your place at Hogwarts. And speaking of which, I remember your parents' first robes shopping trip like it was yesterday. They were such a lovely couple, and so excited to start their journey together."
Harry's eyes lit up at the mention of his parents, and Madam Malkin smiled, happy to have brought a smile to his face. After a few more minutes of conversation, Harry said, "Thank you so much for the chat, Madam Malkin. I really should get going, but I promise I'll visit again soon." Madam Malkin beamed and replied, "I look forward to it, dear. Come back soon, and we'll get you fitted for robes other than your Hogwarts robes!" With a final smile, Harry left the shop, feeling a little brighter and more hopeful about his future.
After leaving Madam Malkin's, Harry noticed that Hagrid was not yet back, so he decided to leave and buy the Potion ingredients he needed. He walked to the Apothecary, Slugs and Jiggers, and pushed open the door. Inside, he was greeted by Mr. Roberts, the owner of the shop.
"Welcome to Slugs and Jiggers, young man! What can I help you find?" Mr. Roberts asked, eyeing Harry's list.
"I need these ingredients for my Potions class," Harry replied, handing over the list.
Mr. Roberts nodded and began gathering the ingredients. "Ah, Professor Snape's class, I presume? He's a bit of a stickler for quality, so I'll make sure you get the best."
As Mr. Roberts worked, he explained the properties of each ingredient and warned Harry to store them properly. "This Wolfsbane, for example, is highly toxic if not handled correctly. And the Dragon Heartstring is extremely rare, so be sure to use it sparingly."
Harry listened intently, fascinated by the complexity of Potions. Mr. Roberts noticed his interest and smiled. "You know, I've always loved Potions myself. There's something about the art of brewing that just fascinates me."
Harry's eyes widened with excitement. "Really? I think I'm starting to feel the same way!"
Mr. Roberts chuckled. "Well, I'm glad to hear that! Potions can be a bit tricky, but with practice, you'll get the hang of it. Just remember to always follow the instructions and use caution."
With his ingredients in hand, Harry thanked Mr. Roberts and left the shop, feeling a newfound enthusiasm for Potions and a yearning to learn more about the art of brewing.
After leaving the Apothecary, Harry decided to take a break and treat himself to his first ever ice cream at Fortescue's Ice Cream. As he entered the shop, he was greeted by the friendly shopkeeper, who noticed Harry's wide eyes scanning the colorful array of flavors.
"Welcome to Fortescue's! What can I get for you, young man?" the shopkeeper asked, smiling.
"I've never had ice cream before," Harry replied, "so I don't know what to choose."
The shopkeeper chuckled. "Well, let me show you our flavors! We have Butterbeer, Pumpkin Fizz, and Strawberry Starlight, among others."
As the shopkeeper explained each flavor, Harry's excitement grew. The shopkeeper, noticing his enthusiasm, offered him a free ice cream. "Try the Butterbeer flavor, it's a classic!"
As Harry savored his first ice cream, the shopkeeper introduced himself as Mr. Fortescue. "And you are...?"
"I'm Harry Potter," he replied.
Mr. Fortescue's eyes widened. "The Harry Potter! I've heard so much about you. What brings you to Diagon Alley today?"
As they chatted, Harry learned a lot about the wizarding world, from the latest Quidditch matches to the newest wizarding inventions. Mr. Fortescue was happy to share his knowledge with Harry, who was eager to learn.
"I had no idea there was so much to the wizarding world," Harry said, amazed.
Mr. Fortescue smiled. "There's always something new to discover, Harry. And I'm glad I could be a part of your first ice cream experience!"
After his conversation with the ice cream shopkeeper, Harry remembered that he needed to keep his things organized in his trunk. He had inherited his mother's seven-poster magical trunk, but he didn't know how to open it. Mr. Fortescue, noticing Harry's confusion, offered to help. "Let me show you how to open it, Harry. It's a special trunk, you know."
"Ah, thank you, Mr. Fortescue!" Harry exclaimed.
Mr. Fortescue smiled and said, "Now, watch closely. You need to tap the third poster from the left with your wand, and then say 'Alohomora' or else tap it with your hand and say open . However only you will be able to open it ."
As Harry followed Mr. Fortescue's instructions, the trunk creaked open, revealing seven large, magically extended compartments. The first compartment was for books, with shelves that seemed to stretch on forever. The second compartment was for Apothecary ingredients, with tiny drawers and jars for storing potions. The third compartment was for clothes, with a built-in dresser and closet. The fourth compartment was for snacks and food, with a small fridge and shelves for storing treats. The fifth compartment was for shoes and accessories, with racks and shelves for organizing. The sixth compartment was for Quidditch supplies, with a built-in broomstick holder and shelves for storing gear. And the seventh compartment was for miscellaneous items, with a catch-all shelf for anything that didn't fit elsewhere.
As Harry explored the trunk, Mr. Fortescue explained that the book compartment could even be connected to a library, allowing Harry to access any book he needed. Just then, Hagrid returned, a big smile on his face. "Hey there, Harry! I saw you were still here, so I thought I'd join you for another ice cream."
As they enjoyed their ice cream, the three of them fell into a conversation about the disgusting pureblood prejudice that Harry had encountered with Draco Malfoy. "It's a shame, really," Hagrid said, shaking his head. "Some people just can't see past their own noses."
After that, Harry and Hagrid left to buy a cauldron in Diagon Alley's Cauldron shop. As they entered the shop, Harry asked the shopkeeper, "What's the difference between these cauldrons? They all look the same to me."
The shopkeeper smiled. "Ah, excellent question, young man! The difference lies in the material and properties of each cauldron. This copper cauldron, for example, is excellent for heating potions quickly, while this silver cauldron is better for cooling them down."
Harry nodded, intrigued. "That makes sense. What about this pewter cauldron?"
"Ah, the pewter cauldron is a great all-around choice," the shopkeeper replied. "It's durable, easy to clean, and conducts heat well. I think it would be an excellent choice for a student like yourself."
Harry asked, "How does the material affect the potion?"
The shopkeeper explained, "Well, different materials can react with the potions, affecting their consistency and potency. For example, a copper cauldron can enhance the effects of a potion, while a silver cauldron can neutralize them."
Harry thought for a moment before asking, "What about the size of the cauldron?"
The shopkeeper nodded. "Ah, excellent question! The size of the cauldron determines the quantity of the potion. A larger cauldron can brew more potion, but it's also more difficult to handle."
After a long conversation, Harry decided to buy the Pewter Cauldron and left the shop.
Next, they visited a telescope shop, where a kind lady shopkeeper introduced herself as Mrs. Norrison. "Welcome to our telescope shop! I see you're looking for a telescope. Can you tell me a bit about what you're looking for?"
Harry thought for a moment before responding, "Well, I know that Muggle telescopes use lenses and mirrors to magnify objects. They work by collecting light and focusing it onto a point."
Mrs. Norrison smiled. "That's correct! But magical telescopes work differently. They use charms and spells to enhance vision and allow us to see things that would be impossible with Muggle technology."
Harry asked, "How do the charms and spells work?"
Mrs. Norrison explained, "Ah, that's a trade secret, but I can tell you that they allow us to see into other dimensions and observe magical phenomena."
After a brief conversation, Harry purchased a telescope and left with Hagrid to Flourish and Blotts for books.
Flourish and Blotts, the renowned wizarding bookstore, stood majestically on Diagon Alley, its exterior walls lined with towering shelves of books that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The sign above the door read "Flourish and Blotts" in elegant, swirling script.
As Harry and Hagrid pushed open the door, a bell above it rang out, and they stepped into a world of wonder. The interior of the shop was even more breathtaking than the exterior, with rows upon rows of shelves that seemed to stretch on forever, packed tightly with books of every shape, size, and color. The air was thick with the musty scent of old parchment and the soft glow of lanterns cast a warm, golden light over everything.
Harry's eyes widened in awe as he gazed around at the sheer number of books. "Wow, look at all these!" he exclaimed.
Hagrid chuckled. "Ah, you're a bookworm, eh? Well, you've come to the right place."
Harry wandered off, running his fingers over the spines of the books, pulling out titles that caught his eye, and flipping through their pages. He was in heaven.
After a while, Hagrid called out to him, "Harry, we need to get your school books. Let's go find the first-year section."
As they made their way to the back of the shop, Harry saw that there was a huge line of students waiting to buy their books. Hagrid nodded towards the line. "Blimey, look at that. You go wait outside, Harry, and I'll get the books."
Harry nodded and made his way outside, the money bag clutched in his hand, his trunk left safely with Hagrid. He stood on the sidewalk, looking around at the bustling street, feeling excited and a little overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the wizarding world.
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. From here on you will see that chapters will be more detailed and cover less amount of time unlike first couple of chapters which covered many years, I hope that it would lead to good. Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!