THE ARISE OF A LITTLE SISTER[Percy Little sis of boy who lived (Book 1)]

CHAPTER 2 :DIAGON ALLEY

HARRY POV

Today is July 31st, my eleventh birthday, but I kept my eyes shut tight, because it's hard to believe. Can you blame me? Last night, I dreamt of a giant man named Hagrid, who claims to know my parents, came here to deliver me a letter. Not just a letter, it's an acceptance letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which teaches magic. Now, tell me, if you put yourself in my shoes, can you say "Oh Harry, it's completely normal that a giant man is coming to invite you to the magical world, just open your eyes" or "OMG, am I going crazy? Wake up bro, this is all a dream"? I'm sure you'd choose the second option. It's not normal. If you ask me what I know, I can say I know what's normal without any hesitation, since, as you know, I grew up with the perfectly normal Dursleys.

Actually, I'm not afraid of the giant man or the crazy things he said. What I'm most afraid of is, what if it's all just a dream? A crazy dream. I can do anything to get away from the perfectly normal Dursleys. But how can it be real? If you say there's a wizarding world, okay, I believe you. But how about me being famous? I'm just Harry. How can I believe that just Harry had ever defeated the most powerful dark wizard of the age? How is it possible? I've spent all my life being clouted by my so-called cousin Dudley and bullied by Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. If I was really a wizard, why hadn't they been turned into warty toads every time they tried to lock me in my cupboard? If I'd once defeated the greatest sorcerer in the world, how come Dudley had always been able to kick me like a football?

"Of course, it was a dream. I dreamed a giant called Hagrid came to tell me I was going to a school for wizards. When I open my eyes, I'll be at home in my cupboard."

When I finally braced myself and opened my eyes, I saw Hagrid himself asleep on the collapsed sofa. So, the previous night was not a dream; it's all 100% real. I can't believe it. I am going to Hogwarts, far away from the Dursleys, where my parents studied, walked, lived. I don't have to worry about Dudley's gang bullying me, using me as a punching bag. I am going to a new school without Dudley and his mates for the first time in my life. I can't believe any of this.

Hagrid woke up and asked me to get ready for shopping to buy school necessities. That's when reality hit me hard. I don't have a penny with me. From what happened last night, if I expect Uncle Vernon to give money to buy my magical school supplies, then something is definitely wrong with me. I can't expect him or anyone to pay for my school. I asked Hagrid about this, hoping he knows of any scholarships.

"Do you think your parents didn't leave you anything?"

"But if their house was destroyed—"

"They didn't keep their gold in the house, boy! Nah, first stop for us is Gringotts. Wizards' bank. Dig in fast, it is wise to leave soon, we have a big day ahead."

Then we reached the famous Leaky Cauldron, a tiny grubby-looking pub. We walked in. Everyone seemed to know Hagrid; they waved and smiled at him, and the bartender reached for a glass, saying,

"The usual, Hagrid?"

"Can't, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business."

He clapped his great hand on my shoulder. That's when everyone noticed me. Realization hit them, and people started surrounding me like a swarm of bees, shaking my hand and introducing themselves. I don't know how many names I remembered. Then finally a pale young man came. He was very nervous, more than me, I could tell. One of his eyes was twitching. Hagrid introduced him to me,

"Professor Quirrell. He will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts, Harry."

So, I am meeting one of the professors in my magical school. Wow, just wow.

"P-P-Potter, c-can't t-tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you." He stammered, grasping my hand.

"What sort of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?"

I wanted to know anything, everything I could, about the wizarding world and Hogwarts.

"D-Défense Against the D-D-Dark Arts. N-not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter?" He laughed nervously. He looked terrified at the very thought.

At last, Hagrid managed to get us out of the crowd.

"Must get on, lots to buy. Come on, Harry."

Hagrid led me through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds. Then Hagrid started counting bricks in the wall above the trash can.

"Three up... two across... Right, stand back, Harry."

He tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella. The brick he had touched quivered, it wriggled. In the middle, a small hole appeared; it grew wider. A second later, we were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley."

I wished I had about eight more eyes. I turned my head in every direction, every possible angle I could, as we walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once—the shops, the things outside, the people doing their shopping. There was a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium – Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys about my age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it.

"Look, the new Nimbus Two Thousand – the fastest ever," someone said.

There were shops selling robes, telescopes, and strange silver instruments I had never seen before. Windows were stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon.

Diagon Alley is everyone's dreamland. Is this how Alice felt when she first stepped into Wonderland? OMG, it's just fantastic. Everything here is magical. This place alone is enough to make Dudley's stomach burn. I've got to get something before Dudley. Today, I am the luckiest person in the world. Even after everything, deep inside my mind, fear still knocked, asking me whether I am the right person, whether Hagrid came to the wrong person. What if... but this is not the right time to worry about it. The magical land before me makes my fear vaporize, makes me enjoy the magical essence. We reached a snowy white building that towered over other little shops. Hagrid announced,

"Gringotts."

Quote: "It is impossible to live without failing at something unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all - in which case, you fail by default." - JK Rowling

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Thank you for reading. I'm sorry, I know this chapter is well known to every Potterhead, but I want this book to be understandable for everyone, so it's from the very beginning. I will try to post the next chapter as soon as possible. Once again, thanks for reading.