Being introduced to the magical world through a pub didn't do much to comfort Emily, but John was in awe seeing so many wizards and witches just hanging out. It helped ease him into everything, seeing for himself that in spite of all the magic, wizards were just people, like anyone else. Henry got his nephews attention by tapping his shoulder and pointing to one table in particular. At the table sat a prim and proper looking witch in extravagant robes and a fancy looking witches hat, and across from her was a more normal looking little girl with long brown hair tied back in a single braid. The little girl kicked her feet under her chair, looking bored as the older witch enjoyed her drink. The girl soon looked over and spotted the group, or more specifically...

"Uncle Hank!" she exclaimed in excitement, jumping down from her chair.

Henry walked over to the table, guiding John to come with him, with Emily following behind.

"Hello Cassandra," Henry greeted the girl.

"It took you long enough, brother," the older witch snarked, "What was so important that we had to meet here? Cassandra isn't due to get her Hogwarts letter for another two years."

"True, but there is another member of the family set to start this year." Henry knelt down to the children's level, "Cassandra, I'd like to formally introduce you to your older brother. John, this is Cassandra, your sister."

John wasn't sure how to handle this meeting, but Cassandra just looked at him with a big smile on her face. When John ultimately decided to offer his hand to shake, Cassandra caught him off guard by wrapping him in a big hug and jumping excitedly.

"I always knew there was someone missing in the house! I just knew it!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"Cassandra!" The older witch sprang up from her seat, "Get off that boy! You don't know where he's been!"

No one noticed Emily's brow twitch at the witches words.

"No," Cassandra denied, "He's my big brother. I've always wanted a brother."

"He's not your brother." The witch argued, "That boy is a complete stranger."

"Stranger!?" Henry repeated incredulously, "Sarah, he's your son!"

"I have no son." She stated with finality.

"Excuse me?" Emily's tone shut everyone up as all eyes, even those not involved in the conversation, fell on her. "What did you just say?" The witch flinched as Emily took a step towards her. "Because it sounds like you just denied having given birth to my son." Sarah tried to back away, but a wall stopped her, "Your brother went through the trouble of making sure that you could see how much he's grown, let him meet his baby sister who, from what I've heard, has been waiting eagerly to meet him, and you intend to deny them this positive relationship?" At this point, Emily had planted herself firmly in Sarah's personal space, "Henry?"

"Yes?" Henry asked, himself sufficiently intimidated by the muggle woman.

"Take the kids shopping, would you? Your sister and I need to have a "Mom" talk."

Henry didn't need to be told twice, especially with John trying to pull him away from his angry mother. Henry and the kids made their way to the back door and away from the tense atmosphere. They made it through the door just as Emily asked the barman for something strong.

Once they were outside, Henry pulled out his wand.

"John, I want you to pay close attention to what I'm about to do." Henry instructed, "Cassandra, you already know the pattern, don't you?"

"Three up, two across!" Cassandra cheered."

"That's right." Henry congratulated his niece as he started tapping the bricks on the back wall, "Three up, two across."

Once he finished tapping the bricks, John watched in awe as the bricks separated to reveal a long winding street lined with shops.

"This is Diagon Alley," Henry explained, "Where you'll buy all of your supplies for school and beyond."

"Woah," John looked around, taking in as much as he could, until Henry nudged him forward.

"You'll have time to look around later. We need to get your money."

"My money?" John asked.

"Yes. When you were born, I arranged for it, and I've been putting most of my income into it in preparation for you."

"How much do I have?"

"Quite a bit. I am a Dragon Handler after all."

"Dragons are real?"

"Yes, and they're quite volatile most times, but that just means I get paid well enough to get you through school."

...

Despite being introduced to magic just that day, John couldn't help but find most of his school shopping to be a bit boring. It was cool being fitted for wizard robes, and he couldn't wait to show his dad his new tawny owl, but compared to that, buying books, gloves, and a cauldron were just boring. Thankfully, Henry had saved the best for last. He took all of John's supplies and Cassandra to go and have a snack while John got to go get his wand all by himself, just to make it all the more special.

John entered Ollivanders and looked around at the boxes on the shelves. He figured that they each had a wand, and one of them would soon be his. He was about to ring the bell, but Mr. Ollivander was already there, making him jump.

"I hoped I would see you in my shop one day." Mr. Ollivander said in an almost apologetic tone. He waved his wand and a roll of measuring tape unfurled and began measuring various areas on John's body. All the while, Mr. Ollivander pulled out boxes, considered them, and put them back, continuing as he did, "Your parents showed such promise when I gave them their wands. To see them grow into the type of people who would disown a child just for being born. Shameful. Ah." He pulled one box in particular and made his way over to John, "Despite that, you are still their family, and that can have an effect on which wand chooses you."

"Chooses me?" John questioned.

"Yes. You see, my boy, the wand chooses the wizard. It's not always clear why, but it is never the other way around. Now," He pulled a wand out of the box he held, "Maple, Unicorn hair, ten inches. Your father's wand is remarkably similar." He offered the wand to John, who grasped it in his hand for a moment, only a moment, before Ollivander snatched it right back, "I thought not," he mused, putting the wand back in the box and walking away. John tried to watch what the wand maker was doing, but lost sight of him. He listened to the sound of Ollivander rummaging through the shelves before he jumped at the sight of the wand maker appearing from behind a completely different shelf with a different box in his hands, "Your mother favoured a wand like this," he pulled the wand out of the box, "Oak, Phoenix feather, twelve and a half inches," He offered the wand and John took it, thinking back to the witch who angered his mom back at the pub. He held it for only a fraction of a second before Ollivander snatched it, "Definitely not," he seemed downright giddy that neither of his parents wand types were a fit for him. He hobbled away with the oak wand and came back even faster with a different one, "Your uncle, excellent wizard, even more excellent judge of character, carries one like this," He pulled out the third wand, "Birch, Dragon Heartstring, fourteen and a quarter inch." He offered the wand, which John took, and immediately took it back, saying under his breath, "It was worth a try." He then disappeared behind a shelf, the only indication of where he was being his utterances of "No matter." and the sound of some boxes moving. After a few moments, the sounds stopped and Ollivander uttered something else, "I wonder." Not long after, the wand maker emerged with a very dusty box, "I made this wand a very long time ago, with the hopes that it would go to a very young witch who, regretfully, never got her chance. But, perhaps it was never meant for her." He pulled out the wand, which was a deep brown and slightly crooked, "Alder, Dragon Heartstring, eleven and a half inches." He held out the wand and John hesitantly took it. The second his fingers touched it, he felt a rush he had never known before and a light stream of red sparks poured from the tip. Ollivander looked on at the moment with a sense of pride, "That wand has finally chosen it's wizard. Congratulations, my boy. I look forward to seeing what you do with it."

...

Finished with his school shopping, John, along with his uncle and sister, returned to the Leaky Cauldron to a rather concerning sight. Emily was keeping Sarah in a rather complex and painful looking hold. Henry and Cassandra were shocked at the sight, but John was just embarrassed. He already knew this was coming, as whenever she got drunk, she had a tendency to show off everything she knew as a former self defence instructor, especially on people she disagreed with. And since she asked for something strong, it was obvious that she wanted this outcome. It took several minutes for them to pry the women apart, but when they finally did, Emily instantly latched onto John while Sarah stayed on the floor, seemingly traumatised at being put in her place by a muggle of all things.

"Oh, my wittle baby boy," Emily drunkenly slurred, "You don't have to worry about the mean old witch. Mommy took care of it."

Henry understood the situation immediately and the barman.

"Tom! Mind watching my nephew's things while I get him and his mum home?"

"Not at all," Tom gave him the go ahead, "She gave us quite a bit of entertainment while you were gone."

Henry gave an appreciative nod to Tom and grabbed hold of the drunk woman, who was latched firmly to her son, and Disapparated.