Lord Imp (A Harry Potter fanfic)

Chapter three: The Wand

Diagon Alley was breathtakingly beautiful. The movies did not do this place justice at all!

Magic.

Magic was being used in every free space around. There was no space for cars in the streets, just cobblestone roads for walking. The shops were packed with small spaces in between them that led to dark alley ways. Things floated closely behind shoppers and some people drifted along on brooms to keep out of the common rabble. There were people of different shapes and sizes with different styles of robes, and goblins, and elves scurrying about, and beautiful creatures with different hair and some that sprouted feathers. The variety of people and magics surrounding the place was overwhelming and breathtaking.

I couldn't take it all in at once without my brain firing off and noticing every little detail before something else vanished and a new thing replaced it. It was chaos.

But very pretty chaos.

I squeaked in happiness and shuttled through the walkway and waved bye to the man who opened it for me. He waved back with amusement before I turned and made my way around the large magical alleyway.

Diagon Alley was far bigger than described in the books. There were different streets, with different shops and restaurants and apartments and inns. Occasionally I'd see a familiar name like Madam Malkins, or Fortiscues Ice cream.Twilfits and tattings, Olivanders, scribbulous quills.

There were shops that sold muggle items, shops that sold trunks, shops that sold artifacts and so so many more. There was even a magical tattoo parlour! I spent a whole day exploring it all before I found myself happily comfortable with my surroundings. Wasn't anywhere near as big at Brighton, so the exploration didn't take as long as I needed to take but I wanted to know what every shop was about.

I soon discovered that the bag of galleons I had was not enough to live off of for more than a month. I had about 50 of them and everything worth anything was about 10 galleons a piece. Sure the meals at the restaurants were maybe 20 sickles at the cheaper places, but I tried them all out and found I loved the bbq place that sold a mean stack of ribs for 5 galleons!

If my brain was working right, that was like 30 bucks in American. Which, why the hell did I remember anything about American money anyway?

At least my dumb soul had the decency to give me relevant memories to this world by letting me remember the whole of Harry Potter. Not that it really mattered much in the year 1970.

I was a year away before even James Potter started at Hogwarts. I was reborn in the marauder Era. Which... really, isn't as exciting as it should be.

I'd have to wait years to even meet Harry Potter himself, and I'd have to somehow let everything play out as it should so things go the way they did in Harry Potter. How was I meant to do that?

There was such a thing as butterfly effect right? If I wanted things to go anywhere near the way they should then I'd best be on my way to live with the muggles. Not that I would. Not that I particularly cared either.

I'm already embroiled deep in Imp magic, there's no way I could live as a muggle now. I relied on magic far too much!

Even now, as I hide away in my trunk in an alley with a silent dissillusion charm, I'm using all kinds of magic. The runes built into the trunk, the charms, the transfiguration. I could no less live without this than I could without my two legs!

I was hooked like a fish and there was no way out now even if I tried. Butterfly effect be damned.

I hopped into the trunk and went to look through the books and plucked one out on third year charms.