The Adventures of a Girl Who Should Not Exist (Doctor Who/ Harry Potter Crossover)

Chapter Five: Diagon Alley, Part One

I awoke in the morning, on the sofa, presumably wrapped in Hagrid's coat. It was early, but I was surprised I had slept at all. I fried up an egg and some bacon, sprinkled a bit of cayenne pepper on top, and practically inhaled the whole thing. Then I made a game of gingerly digging through Hagrid's pockets, to find what I could find. 

And believe me, he had some pretty weird stuff in there. 

He awoke about four hours later. I was reclining on the couch, reading my Pyradonian Library book, which could last a long time, even by Gallifreyan standards.  

I had gotten bored with the new "pocket game" three hours, sixteen minutes, thirty seven seconds and three milliseconds ago. 

He grumbled and pushed himself up with his hands. He blearily wiped some sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hand. When he saw me, he broke into a wide grin. 

That was a new one. 

I smiled timidly back.  

"Good morning, Hagrid!" I said happily. 

"'mornin, Amel'a!" he grunted sleepily. 

"I already made breakfast for myself," I said, "But I can make some for you, If you'd like." 

"Nah, I'm okay. I'll get meself somethin' at Diagon Alley." 

"At- what?" I asked, confused. 

Hagrid, who was already donning his coat, just smiled.  

His gaze plainly said the unspoken; You'll see. 

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Hagrid quickly proved himself unable to handle a car, so I ended up driving it the three miles we had gone back home, keeping Hagrid blissfully in the dark about the oh-so-inconvenient law. 

When we arrived home, I simply looked at Hagrid.  

"How will we get there?" I asked, starting to get worked up.  

"Floo," he said gruffly. 

"Flu?" I asked tentatively. "Or flew?"  

"Floo, F-L-O-O." he said, then added, "Can' fly, meself. Ruddy broomstick can' hold me weight."  

"Ahh," I said, hoping I sounded like I knew what he was talking about.  

He stepped into the house and proceeded over to the grate. He hunched over it, producing his umbrella and muttering a bit, and when he drew back, a fire was dancing in the fireplace. He reached into a pocket and threw a handful of dust into the fireplace. 

The fire promptly turned a vibrant, lime green.  

"All you've got ter do is step inter th fire an say yer destination, Diagon Alley. Floo'll take yah ther." 

I had seen plenty of strange things, so I took his word for it. If he was wrong about the fire part, the VERY worst that could happen was me regenerating.  

So I stepped willingly into the grate, pleasantly surprised by, not a searing hot inferno, but a calm, tickling sensation. 

"Diagon Alley!" I roared clearly, and got the strangest sensation I was spinning on the spot. Then I lifted away, feeling not unlike I was falling through the Time Vortex.  

Then, suddenly, it stopped, and I found myself in a grimy pub, facedown on the flagstone floor of the fireplace. My appearance, however, seemed a minor disturbance, which was always good. 

On second inspection, the pub was slightly more inviting then my original instinct, but it still wasn't going to be a preference.  

Hagrid came stepping from the grate behind me and quickly lead me out into a back storage yard. 

There was garbage strewn everywhere and it was surrounded by a brick wall. 

But he produced his umbrella and, after tapping a series of bricks and thus opening an archway, he lead me through.

I gasped. I had seen all over the universe when I was back at the academy, but that still hadn't prepared me for what I saw. 

Imagine a huge, bustling street. Almost everyone is on foot and there are no cars. Everyone you can see is clad in a different, dark shade of robe, like a huge uniform. About half the people are wearing pointy hats. All around, there are shops with tall windows, filled with intriguing, colorful, moving, whirring, buzzing objects. Colored jets of light are zipping all over and owls, cats, toads, turtles, rats and all sorts of other, magical creatures flutter about. 

Yeah, that doesn't even cover it. It was about ten times more amazing than what you just imagined.

We headed down the main street, which Hagrid introduced to me as Diagon Alley.

At the end, where the street split into two smaller streets, stood a tall, marble building. It appeared to be leaning precariously to one side. Short little figures were running all about and Hagrid told me they were goblins. 

On the door was an ominous poem, but I just walked right past, eager to see what was to be had inside.

A tall, vaulted ceiling towered above the room, which was big and relatively empty, and surrounded on all sides by tall counters that looked like those found in a library. Sitting at all the counters were more goblins. Hagrid told one of them he was here to look at my vault, and I got excited. My very own vault?

I asked him why we were here and he told me it was a Wizarding Bank.

"Safest place besides Hogwarts." he said in a gruff tone. "They've got dragons guarding them vaults." he looked dreamily up into space.

The goblin led us to a back room, that, in dramatic contrast to the entrance room, was sooty and dark, lit only by torches. There was a cart there, its wheels aligned on a double track. The track led down a steep plunge into darkness.

We climbed aboard. Hagrid whispered in my ear, "I always ge' sick on thes' things, so hold yer questions." The goblin snapped his fingers and we took off, the wheels of the cart rumbling along. They quickly got faster and faster and did a couple loop-de-loops.

I let out a "Woo-hoo!" It was like riding a rollercoaster! Admittedly a dark, dirty, torch-lit one, but still!

We finally ground to a stop in a room full of closely-packed vaults.

"Hogwarts loan vaults, vault six-hundred forty nine." said the goblin in a rusty, high pitched voice. He inserted a long, slender key into the keyhole and swung back the door. There was a medium-sized pile of coins, big gold ones, slightly smaller sliver ones, and small bronze ones. I scooped up a couple handfuls and backed away. 

We climbed back into the cart and headed for the surface.

A/N: We now reach the end of Diagon Alley, part one. I would make it one chapter but decided that this was long enough... There will be a Diagon Alley part two in which Amelia does her shopping!

Also, I wanted to include that I began writing this before Amy Pond became a companion (Not true but I hadn't seen those episodes yet, I was still in Doctor 10!) and my Amelia is not meant to have a resmeblance. AT ALL. NO RESEMBLANCE. Got it?