Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs will always be together year 1

Diagon Alley

Before they knew it they were getting Harry's school supplies.

They were standing in front of the Leaky Cauldron and Harry wasn't looking forward to this part.

"Ready kiddo?" James asked.

Harry nodded.

James and Lily both knew he wasn't looking forward to this.

Then James opened the door.

It was tiny, grubby-looking pub. The people hurrying by didn't glance at it. Their eyes slid from the big book shop on one side to the record shop on the other as if they couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron at all. In fact.

Then they steered inside, a few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut.

The low buzz of chatter stopped when they walked in. Everyone seemed to know Hagrid; they waved and smiled at him, and the bartender reached for a glass, saying, "The usual, James? Lily?"

"Can't, Tom, we're getting something." said James trying to hide Harry but failed.

"Good Lord," said the bartender, peering at Harry, "is this — can this be —?"

The Leaky Cauldron had suddenly gone completely still and silent.

"Bless my soul," whispered the old bartender, "Harry Potter... what an honor."

He hurried out from behind the bar, rushed toward Harry and seized his hand, tears in his eyes.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back."

Even though they live in the wizarding world Harry tries not to be seen. And when he is he still gets his hand shook and complemented.

Harry didn't say anything. Everyone was looking at him.

The old woman with the pipe was puffing on it without realizing it had gone out. James was beaming.

Then there was a great scraping of chairs and the next moment, Harry found himself shaking hands with everyone in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter, can't believe I'm meeting you at last."

"So proud, Mr. Potter, I'm just so proud."

"Always wanted to shake your hand — I'm all of a flutter."

"Delighted, Mr. Potter, just can't tell you, Diggle's the name, Dedalus Diggle."

"I remember you." said Harry, as Dedalus Diggle's top hat fell off in his excitement.

"He remembers!" cried Dedalus Diggle, looking around at everyone. "Did you hear that? He remembers me!"

"How could he forget about him if he's part of the Order?" James whispered to Lily.

Harry shook hands again and again — Doris Crockford kept coming back for more.

A pale young man made his way forward, very nervously. One of his eyes was twitching.

"Quirinus!" said Lily. "Harry, Quirins Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts. He was in Ravenclaw and two years ahead of us."

"P-P-Potter," stammered Professor Quirrell, grasping Harry's hand, "c-can't t-tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you."

"What do you teach, Professor Quirrell?"

"D-Defense Against the D-D-Dark Arts," muttered Professor Quirrell, as though he'd rather not think about it.

"N-not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter?" He laughed nervously. "You'll be g-getting all your equipment, I suppose? I've g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on vampires, m-myself." He looked terrified at the very thought.