The Forgotten Potter; DM

IV. Not Just Harry It Seems

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The sun shun down on the streets of London as Ivy and Harry walked beside Hagrid, the large man standing out, to buy things they needed for their new magic school.

"All students must be equipped with one standard size, two pewter cauldron and may bring if they desire either an owl, a cat or a toad," Ivy read from her letter. Harry's eyes were wide at the things she listed.

"Can we find all this in London?" Harry asked Hagrid.

"If you know where to go," He answered with a sly grin.

They walked over to a corner where a tavern was and Hagrid opened the black door, allowing the twins to walk in first. They did but looked at him in confusion and for guidance. Candles were lit in the dark, spacious tavern, light slightly pouring in from a covered window above. People in irregular clothing sat around tables with cloaks and top hats and smoking pipes.

Harry and Ivy's curious eyes traveled around the place, looking at everyone. The man behind the bar noticed their travelling companion, "Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?"

"No thanks, Tom. I'm on official Hogwarts business. Just helping young Harry and Ivy buy their school supplies."

Tom froze, his eyes glued on Harry in shock, "Bless my soul. It's Harry Potter!"

The tavern almost instantly silenced, everyone looking their way to see Harry Potter.

Ivy furrowed her brows looking at her brother who looked back at her, confused.

A man stepped infront of her, leaning down to be face to face with her brother. He grabbed Harry's hand and shook it, "Welcome back, Mister Potter. Welcome back."

Ivy studied the way the man seemed so genuine and appreciative to see Harry. Why?

Hagrid ushered the twins forward and another lady introduced herself to Harry, "Doris Crockford, Mister Potter. I can't believe I'm meeting you at last."

A man wearing a purple turban then stepped in front of them, "Harry... Potter. C-can't tell you how ... pleased I am to meet you."

"Hello Professor," Hagrid smiled, "I didn't see you there. Harry, Ivy, this is Professor Quirrell. He will be your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"Oh, nice to meet you," Harry held out his hand. The professor evidently backed away from it, "Fearfully fascinating subject. N-n-not that you need it, eh, Potter?"

The boy just smiled and finally, the man looked at Ivy in surprise, "Ivy Potter, is it?"

"Yes," Her voice was quiet but clear.

"It's g-good to see you alive... and well. I-I had heard rumours that-" Quirrell was cut off by Hagrid clearing his throat. Ivy was even more confused now.

"Yes, well, must be going now," Hagrid cleared his throat and laughed, "Lots to buy."

"Goodbye," Harry awkwardly said to the stuttering professor.

Ivy's eyes looked up at him with wariness and confusion. The man just gave her an awkward smile in return.

The three walked out the back of the tavern and Hagrid said, "See, Harry? You're famous."