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"Er — why is there just a brick wall?"

Hagrid pointed to a sign on the side of the road which I swear wasn't there only a moment ago; how odd... "This, ladies and gentlefolks, is The Leaky Cauldron," said Hagrid while leading us into the pub.

No offense to the owners, but this place looked like a wreck. From the outside, homeless folks were sprawled across; inside wasn't much better. The glass windows were all cracked and the counters were shiny with goo...

"Uh— are we sure this is the right place?" I asked, careful not to step on any passed out drunks.

"Nah, this is correct," said Hagrid with a chuckle.

"It's just a little—er—old,"

I smirked, happy that the half giant agreed with me. Thankfully, the place was empty, so we were able to enter our rooms in peace. Hagrid led us up a pair of rickety stairs and handed us a key saying it's for the room on the left. We nodded and waved goodbye, unlocking the door leading to our temporary bedroom.

"This place looks—er—comfy," I said, somewhat sarcastically. The walls were a musty orange, along with two wooden bed frames. The matrices were slightly indented, and when I went to sit, they felt moist. The blankets were thin sheets with orange and yellow stains covering them. One was even red.

To my disbelief, Harry was smiling as he ran over to his bed. "This is amazing!" He turned to me, acting like a newborn baby receiving their first toy.

"This is what?" I asked, opening my ears to make sure I'd heard him correctly. Does he actually find this suitable? What about the moist matrices and stained bedsheets was amazing... is he this unfazed?

"I haven't ever had my own room," he said with a glimmer of happiness in his eyes. "I used to sleep in a broom closet."

"YOU WHAT?" Jeez, and I thought my life sucked... but he slept in a closet? That must be rubbish, right?

"You're joking... right? Right, Harry?" My voice slightly shook, wondering why he couldn't have just lived with me.

He just shrugged, slipping into his bed and closing his eyes. "No Ava, it's all very true."

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Someone shaking my body woke me up the next morning. As I come to consciousness, the only thought that passes through my mind is how this person's head may look on a pitchfork. My eyes shot open and I was face to face with my beloved twin brother. How lovely. I would've killed him right then, but the boys earned enough sympathy points to live another day.

"Give me one good reason not to hex you into oblivion," I seethed. Harry shuffled off my bed and with a slight laugh, he raised an eyebrow.

"Er—you don't have a wand?"

"Not yet I don't..."

He raised his hands in surrender. "Geez, I'm sorry! I just came to tell you that it's time to head downstairs. We're going to that—er— that Alley."

"You mean Diagon Alley," I corrected, a small smile creeping onto my face. You know, Harry wasn't as bad as I expected... just not that bright.

He chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "Er, yeah... that place."

"Oh alright, but scram. I need to get dressed." He nodded and left our room, spurring the door. I unzipped my luggage and pulled out a silk, emerald green pair of overalls. I then grabbed my pair of short black heels and a green bow for my hair. I combed my hair into a ponytail then used the bow to hold it back. You may think my outfit was a little over the top, but Mr. Rose didn't believe in excessive. All my clothes are only the best of the best...

I looked into the small cracked mirror and smiled. From what I could see, I looked very pretty. My curtain bangs hung perfectly, framing the sides of my face and my hair seemed to be unnaturally clean.

Exiting my room, I headed down the old staircase and entered the pub. Ro my greatest displeasure, the pub was already filled with witches and wizards.

Hagrid beamed in my direction. He was standing in front of the counter with Harry as he ushered me over. "Morning Hagrid," the bartender said, seemingly not knowing who Harry and I were. "The usual I presume?"

Hagrid shook his head. "Not today I'm afraid. Yeh see, I have to help young Harry an' Ava here shop for supplies." He patted me and Harry on the shoulder, making me mentally slap my face. Why would he say who we were? Don't we already get enough attention as it is?

"Merlin's beard," said the bartender, staring at Harry and I in awe. Hagrid seemed to now understand his mistake and sent us a sorry glance. "It's Harry and Ava Potter!"

To my even greater displeasure, the bartender said that quite loudly, catching everyone else's attention from here to the Americas. "It's a pleasure to meet the both of you," he gushed while leaving his post in order to shake our hands. The man was acting like a child meeting their icon.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well," Harry replied; smiling up at the man. I gave the man a very forced smile in return but was quickly dragged to shake more hands. One man in particular stood out. He had a violet turban wrapped around his head, making his appearance very odd. His presence made me feel—weird. I don't quite know how to explain it, but I already don't like him.

Hagrid seemed to have noticed the same man and turned to him with a huge smile. "Ah! Harry, Ava, this is Professor Quirrel. He will be yer defense o'gainst the Dark Arts teacher this year."

"H—Hello there P—Potters! S—So great to finally m—meet you," he said with a horrid stutter. He tripped over his words so frequently that I almost presumed it to be fake...

"Nice to meet you Professor," said Harry and I in unison, making us chuckle. None of us were quite used to the whole twin thing yet. I went to shake his hand but for some odd reason he pulled away.

"F—Fascinating subject i-it is... Not th-that you would n-need it, eh?"

"Yeh it is," Hagrid answered. "Now, the three of us need teh ge' goin... lots o shoppin te do."

"Bye," said Harry with one last smile. The Professor nodded giving us one last glance before turning back around.

Hagrid led us down an empty hallway with only one door, starting to make me think he was about to murder us. Thankfully, he pushed open the next door revealing an empty room surrounded in—brick walls? Well that's odd, considering this place is made of wood...

To my relief, Harry seemed just as confused; maybe even more. "Er—why is there just a brick wall?"

Without answering, Hagrid pulled out an umbrella from his abnormally large pockets. He then began tapping on the bricks in some sort of pattern. I furrowed my brows, and for a moment, nothing happened.

After a few seconds, the bricks started moving and rearranging, until they created an arch leading into a—what?

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A/N: Chapter 3! I hope you guys enjoy it! While I was editing, I decided to add this chapter. I wanted to say thank you to @XxBugheadObsessionxX; also known as Ashley for following me! You have no idea how happy that made me! Luv you so much ;3 and hope your having a wonderful day!!!

*edited 2/24/2023