The Potters

2

Chapter 2:
Shopping

One wild cart ride later they stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts. Harry didn't know where to run first now that he had a bag full of money. He didn't have to know how many Galleons there were to a pound to know that he was holding more money than he'd had in his whole life – more money than even Dudley had ever had. Carlos didn't care how much he had, he only took a few and they left, though he likes playing with a single galleon twirling it around his fingers.

"Might as well get yer uniform," said Hagrid, nodding toward Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Listen, Boys, would yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts." He did still look a bit sick, so the Brothers entered Madam Malkin's shop with, Harry feeling nervous.

Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.

"Hogwarts, dears?" she said, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here – another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."

In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin unfortunately, stood Carlos on a stool next to him, he'd be fitted separately with Harry, slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.

"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes," answered Carlos shortly, he doesn't like to talk but he's brother told him that it would be rude if you ignored someone.

"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," said the boy.

He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms, I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

Carlos was strongly reminded of Dudley.

"Have you got your own broom?" the boy went on.

"No," said Carlos.

"Play Quidditch at all?"

"No," said Carlos again, wondering what on earth Quidditch could be.

"I do – Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"

"No," said Carlos, feeling more irritated by the minute.

"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been – imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"

"yeah," said Carlos, thinking the word Slytherin is interesting, "what's the other house then?" Trying to get information.

The boy looked at Carlos "ah, Ravenclaw, that's where all the know-it-all goes, Gryffindor is where idiotic morons get sorted in, and if ever I get in that house, I would jump off a tower on the spot."

"What would your family think if you'd get sorted in the other house?" Carlos asked, curious about the boy's family, he mentioned all of them were placed in the same house, so what if he isn't, what is this house anyway? some sort of Manor would be given?

"Don't know," the boy shrugged "but I'm positively sure I'd be in Slytherin, where do you want to be in?"

Carlos stopped for a while to think, "Slytherin does sound nice."

"Really?" The boy looked at him in disbelief "nice?" Carlos nodded, "some people wouldn't call it that, they think everyone in Slytherin are evil."

"Well, are you?"