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by v2007b

by v2007b

Diagon Alley

Diana's POV

The next morning Hagrid took us to get our school supplies. Hagrid, Harry and I were walking down the street in London as many people were staring at Hagrid. Not only because he's twice the size of everyone else, but also because he kept pointing at cars and other muggle things.

'HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Uniform
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) fir day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

Set Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda
Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Other equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

Harry read of his Hogwarts letter.

'Can we buy this all in London?' Harry wondered aloud. 'Only if y'know where to go' said Hagrid.

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We entered through an old wooden door and walked into a pub full of people. Everyone there seemed to know Hagrid and greeted him. We walked over to the bar. 'The usual Hagrid?' the bartender asked the giant. 'Can't Tom I'm on Hogwarts business' Hagrid replied said patting Harry on the shoulder. This made Harry's knees buckle and he fell on the dusty ground. I pulled him up by his shirt and rolled my eyes. This got the barman's attention. 'Good lord. It can't be' he said while looking at Harry and I.

All eyes were on us and people started shaking our hands and addressed us. A man with a cloth wrapped around his head stood in front of us. 'M-M-Mr. P-Potter and Mrs P-P-Pott-ter he stuttered and shook our hands violently. His hand was a bit sweaty. I wiped my hand of on my pants and shared a disgusted look with Harry. 'This is professor Quirrell, you're Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher' Hagrid informed us.

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After we left the pub we stood in front of a brick wall. Hagrid took his pink umbrella out of his coat and tapped the bricks. A small hole appeared - and it grew wider and wider - they formed an archway to a cobbled street. 'Welcome to Diagon Alley' Hagrid said.

'Gringotts' said Hagrid. We walked inside to the counter. 'Mornin' We've come to take sum' money outta Mr. and Miss Potter's vault'. 'Do you have the key?' The goblin asked. 'Gotta have it somewhere'. 'He fished the two keys out of his pocket and placed them up on the countertop. 'An' I've also got a letter from professor Dumbledore. It's about you know what in vault 713'. 'Very well then'.

Another goblin took us to a cart and we climbed in. Harry looked a bit scared but I was quite the opposite. We sat down and started riding. 'Aaaaahhhh' Harry screamed in fear. Pussy. 'Whhhooo' I screamed, enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing through my hair.

We got our money out of our vaults. Apparently Harry and I were quite rich.

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We arrived at Olivander's. Hagrid decided to leave Harry and I to get a drink in the bar. 'Hello?' Harry said in a quiet questioning voice. What I presumed was Mr. Olivander came racing to us on a ladder that was placed against the closet.

'Ahh. I knew I would be seeing you two soon' the old greasy-haired man said. He walked to the back of the store and grabbed a flat, rectangular box. He walked back to the counter and opened the box. He took oud the wand and gave it to Harry. Harry stood there still, looking dumbfounded. 'Well give it a wave' Olivander said impatiently.

Harry gave it a wave and a vase exploded. Harry looked shocked and quickly placed the wand on the countertop. 'No, no. Most certainly not' Mr Olivander said. He walked back to the hallway full of wands and took out another box.

Harry gave it a shake and once again he made something explode. This time it was the lamp hanging above Mr Olivander's head. He quickly ducked away and covered his head with his hand. He stood back up and looked up at Harry with a shocked expression. 'Mr Olivander-' Harry said, trying to apologize. Mr Olivander walked back to the wandstorage without another word.

I looked at Harry with a cringed expression on my face. Harry had a red face full of shame. The wandmaker came walking back to us with a third box. 'I wonder' he said. 'Holly, phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple'. Harry gave it a wave. The light, with now a broken glass around it, shined brightly. 'Curious. Very curious' Olivander said. 'What's curious?' I asked. 'It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather - just one other. It's very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when it's brother - why, it's brother gave you that scar'. And he pointed at Harry's forehead. 'Great things he did. Terrible, but great'. Olivander said.

'Well I guess it's my turn now' I said trying to lighten the tense environment with a chuckle.

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