𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 1)

𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓐𝓵𝓵𝓮𝔂

Harry, reads aloud from his list as he and Y/n trail Hagrid, who draws an eye or two—as a giant in Central London will.

"'First year students will require three sets of plain work robes, one plain pointed hat for day wear, one pair of dragon-hide gloves...'"

Hagrid chuckles at a parking meter.

"Things these Muggles dream up..."

Harry and Y/n sit beside Hagrid in the train,Harry continues to read from his list.

"'...and the following Set Books: The Standard Book of Spells by Miranda Goshawk. One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore...'"

In Diagon Alley,Hagrid leads Y/n and Harry on, parting the crowd easily.

"'One wand, one standard Size 2 pewter cauldron and may bring, if they desire, either an owl, a cat, or a toad.'"

"Can we find all this in London?"-Y/n

Hagrid pauses by a narrow gray door that stands between a book shop on one side and a record shop on the other.

"If yeh know where to go."

The leaky cauldron,which was apparently where they were,was a dark, shabby pub. in a corner, some old women sat drinking, one smoking a pipe as long as her arm. Up front, a tiny man in a top hat talks to the bartender, who resembles a gummy walnut. Y/n,Harry and Hagrid enter.

"Hagrid! The usual, I presume—
Good Lord. Is this? Can this be them? Bless my soul. It's Harry Potter and Y/n Black."

The pub goes quiet. Then... everyone is up and around Harry and Y/n, holding out their hands and gabbling, while Hagrid looks on, beaming. Slowly, a nervous man makes his way forward.

"Harry P-P-Potter and Y-Y/n Black. C-Can't tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you."

"Professor! Didn't see yeh there. Harry,Y/n, this 'ere's Professor Quirrell. He'll be yer Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.

"F-F-Fearfully f-fascinating subject. N-Not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter,B-B-Black?"

Quirrell's eyes flutter nervously over Harry and Y/n's scars.

"Yes, well, must get on. Lots ter buy."

"See? Tol' yeh you was famous."

Hagrid taps the bricks of one wall with the tip of his umbrella while Harry and Y/n stand by, deep in thought.

"Why are we famous, Hagrid? All those people back there. How is it they know who we are?"-Y/n

"Don' know that I'm the right one ter tell yeh that, Y/n. Let's see now...Three up...Two across...Right. Stand back now."

Hagrid gives the wall one last tap and the bricks quiver, wriggling and jiggling until an archway appears, giving out on a cobbled street so long and twisting it seems never to end. As Y/n and Harry's jaws drop, Hagrid grins.

Welcome,Y/n,Harry. To Diagon Alley.

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