~𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖘~ A HARRY POTTER FANFIC

Diagon Alley -Chapter 3

2 days later, I found myself stuffing my bags with keepsakes and clothes, books and trinkets, and things I wanted to take with me.

I was unsure at first, but I couldn't get the voice in the back of my mind to shut up, so i decided that that was the deciding factor. I was going to Hogwarts.

Mrs. Parks was extremely taken aback when Dumbledore informed her and Mr. Parks of magic, and whatever else we were to do at Hogwarts.

But with all put aside, I couldnt lie;

This was exciting. Dumbeldore told me the day he came that he would find arrangements so that someone could take me to a place called Diagon Alley, a wizarding town hidden from "muggles."

I was told these were what non magical people were called.

As soon as Diagon Alley came to my mind, I recieved a letter:

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Dear Nova Parks,

I have decided the best Supervisor for the trip to Diagon Alley, will be none other than a special employee of mine, Rubeus Hagrid.

He is the gamekeeper for the school.

He will arrive at exactly 3:00 pm tommorrow evening.

Have a magnificent time on your trip to Diagon Alley,

Proffessor Dumbledore

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In my mind, I imagined Diagon Alley, a small wizarding town filled with magic and jolly wizards and witches. Each one armed with a wand and potion ingredients, having the time of their lives.

I felt, maybe, I would finally fit in.

Now that each random magical misshap now made sense, it all felt real.

It all was real.

***

When I woke up the next day I put on my best outfit, trying to dress impressively, although I had no idea what was considered presentable in this new world.

I was extremely nervous, what if this was a mistake?

I hugged Mr. And Mrs. Parks, assuring them that I will be just fine, for the 500th time.

As 3:00 approached I walked out the door, waiting for Rubeus Hagrid to arrive.

As the clock struck I saw something I will never forget.

A giant man flying on a motorbike, high in the sky. He crashed down into our flowerbed knocking dirt onto my dress and hair.

"Ah, sorry 'bout that," He said, taking off his goggles and climbing off of the bike. "Scorgify!"

Suddenly my dress was clean once again, probably cleaner than it was before the dirt.

"Albus Dumbledore, 'has requested I take ye ter Diagon Alley, where yeh'll get yer firs' wand. OH- and I'm Hagrid." 

I nodded, excitement rushing through my veins.

"Are we taking your....flying motorbike, to Diagon Alley-?" I said nervously. I wasnt too big on heights.

"Course! It'll be great fun, seeing as ye've never flyed before," he said cheerily.

He pat a sidecar that was latched onto the side of his motorbike.

"Well go on, hop on in!" he said excitedly.

As soon as i had jumped into the sidecar the engire fired up, and we were flying high and fast over the treetops of the town I called home.

I wont lie, I was scared as ever, but it also felt wonderful. Being so high in the air with no care in the world, it felt pretty amazing.

We flew for 30 minutes or so, finally arriving at a small town.

Was this Diagon Alley? It seemed so...dull and dank..
There were regular people, no wands raised and no smiles pasted on peoples faces, just regular people with briefcases and a speed walk.

Hagrid led me into a place labeled The leaky cauldron.

As we walked in he tapped a  brick in the wall, leading to an entrance hole.

Suddenly, Diagon Alley became clear. As I had imagined it, the shops were beutifully colored, with witches and wizards in long cloaks holding a wand and buying magical substances and ingredients.

A shop that particularly caught my eye was one labeled Zonkos Joke shop. As much as i hated my classmates pranks, I would love to get them back with magic.

"This 'ere is Ollivanders, the very best Wand shop in This par' of the world. Few would argue with tha' long as they knew their wandlore."

We walked into Ollivanders. The walls were completely covered in boxes from the ceiling to the floor, and sitting behind a desk was a grey-headed man. Ollivander.

"Why hello, Miss," Ollivander said. "I dont recognize you; First wand, I suppose?"

"Erm- Uh yes," I said.

"And what is your name?" Ollivander asked.

"Nova."

"Beautiful name...step up to the desk here...we'll see which wand chooses you."

I was confused by what he said,

Which wand chooses you.

Ollivander held out a wand for me to take. It was smooth, with small engravings at the bottom.

"Go ahead, give it a wave," Ollivander said, nodding.

I waved the wand, and as soon as I did a flower pot across the room broke.

"Oh...oh no..not this one," Ollivander said taking the wand back from me.

"Perhaps, this one," he said handing me a wand once again. This one was oddly like the first, smooth with the same wood, but the design was very different. I waved it around, and hit a window, causing it to break.

"No, definately not," Ollivander said once more, taking the wand.

"I wonder...." He said, thinking deeply. "Ah yes.." Ollivander took a small box from under his desk, handing it to me.  This one, unlike the others, had a rougher wood, but in a way it was soothing. I liked this one quite a bit.

I waved it as I had done with the others, and I felt a warmth between my fingers. A subtle glow came from the wands tip.

"Curious, Unicorn hair, Acacia wood, 11 inches... Miss. Nova, what would your last name be?"

I wasnt sure why he asked this, and I didnt know what to answer. Id hve said it when he first asked my name, if I had known what my true surname was...

"My last name? Parks...i guess,"

"Hmm.. I was almost sure it was something else.."

***

The rest of the day in Diagon Alley was pretty amazing. We went to a couple of shops to buy robes, cauldrons, and mostly books. Hagrid was having quite the time as well. He kept telling me that this trip reminded him of a time he came to Diagon Alley with someone named Harry Potter.

When we had gotten everything, I wondered where I would be staying the night.

"Mr. umm Hagrid, sir, where will I be staying?"

"Well, I asked the same question; Dumbledore says yeh'll be stayin' Ere in the Leaky Cauldron until tommorrow when yeh board the train. Oh, and dont worry, I'll be a room over."

We walked down to the Leaky Cauldron and claimed our rooms. I couldnt wait until the morning.