Alexander Potter's Wizarding World - Philosopher's Stone

Chapter 2 - Went over to Diagon Alley

(London – Charing Cross Road)

Harry, Hagrid, and Alexander were walking down the streets of Charing Cross Road as Harry was reading the school supplies list.

"'All students must be equipped with one standard size two pewter cauldron and may bring if they desire either an owl, a cat or a toad'... Can we find all of this in London?" Harry wondered.

"If you know where to go." Hagrid grinned.

"And we know where we are going to." Alexander added.

They are walked into a pub called The Leaky Cauldron.

(Leaky Cauldron)

Harry noticed the club. It appeared so when Hagrid walked them into the corner store. Hagrid kept the children close to him. He walked them inside. Music played as the trio went inside and people talked among themselves. There was a man in rather early century clothing as he was drying one of his mugs behind the bar table.

"Ah, Hagrid, Alexander, the usual I presume?" He smiled to the incoming visitor.

"No thanks, Tom." Hagrid smiled. "I'm on official Hogwarts business today. Just helping young Harry and older Alex here buy their school supplies."

"Bless my soul." Tom was a little surprised. "It's Harry Potter."

Everyone in the place suddenly grew silent, so quiet, Alexander could hear a pin drop, until it got loud again, but not as much.

"Welcome back, Potter, welcome back." A man said, treating Harry like celebrity now.

"Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter." A witch gave her name. "I can't believe I'm meeting you at last. Even Alexander would be satisfied had you as a brother."

"Oh thanks, ma'am." Alexander smiled.

A man in a purple turban came over slightly, looking a little nervous.

"Harry P-potter. C-can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you." Quirrell said.

"Hello, Professor. I didn't see you there. Harry, this is Professor Quirrell. He'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts." Hagrid replied.

"And he willingly be in my third-year class of Defense Against the Dark Arts after retired from his Muggle Studies." Alex said.

"Oh, nice to meet you." Harry replied, puts out his hand, offering a handshake with Quirrell.

But he looks at Harry's head and hesitatingly refused. "F-fearfully fascinating subject. N-not that you need it, e-eh, Potter? Heheh."

"Yes, well, must be going now. Lots to buy. Heh." Hagrid muttered.

"Goodbye." Harry farewell to Quirrell.

Alexander turned to Quirrell, in his mind that something is not right about the DADA's new teacher but quickly turned away from him and followed Hagrid and Harry into the backroom winery.

(Diagon Alley)

"See, Harry, you're famous!" Hagrid said.

"But why am I famous, Hagrid? All those people back there, how is it they know who I am?" Harry questioned.

"I'm not exactly sure I'm the right person to tell you that, Harry." Hagrid replied before he tapped the brick wall clockwise with his umbrella.

The blocks then magically shift and open up to reveal a hidden, busy street called Diagon Alley.

"Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley." Hagrid replied.

Harry grinned broadly as they step into the street and walk down it.