HPTX (A Harry Potter + Pentatonix Crossover)

Prologue: 5 Years Ago, Part Two

Avi:

Diagon Alley is exactly how I remember it. Magical folk bustle around, talking about the prices of Bezoars and other wizarding ingredients. I remember coming here when Esther first got her letter, two years ago. She's a Year Three Gryffindor now. My mum ushers me into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, where Madam Malkin herself pins and prods my uniform into place. Then we bustle into Flourish and Blotts, picking up all of my first grade books. Esther says someone set hers on fire the last day of school, when really she was writing notes with her friends in the margins. I give my mum my books, and she delicately puts them into a small orange bag with an Enhancement Charm magicked onto it. We buy other things, like scales and a cauldron, which my dad apparates home. I can't wait until I'm a sixth year and I can learn to do that. I drag dad into Eeylops Owl Emporium, and he buys me a slightly plump orange Tawny Owl. I call her Nina. After we've done shopping I collapse on an empty bench. We've been walking for just over three hours.

"Don't sit down yet, Avi." Dad says cheerily. "You still have to go to Ollivanders."

I bolt upright and almost trip my dad in my haste to get to the wizarding wand store. I gallop in and turn around to face my dad, who smiles and gestures towards a vacant seat. 

"Ah, another Kaplan." Says a frail voice by the door. I spin around to see an ancient old wizard, smiling at me from the counter.

"Mr Ollivander sir, it's a honour."

"So kind. I remember the day your mother came in to by her first wand, your father too. And your sister, Esther. How is she?"

"She's very well, sir."

"That's good." He mutters, turning to the shelves behind him. "I wonder what it shall be for you."

He picks a sleek black box from it's perch and lays in on the counter, beckoning me closer. I step and and remove a black coloured wand from within. I give it a small swish, and it blows so hard I hit the ground.

"No, no, not the right one." Ollivander takes the wand from my clammy grip and stuffs it back into it's place. I wipe the dust from my hands and stand, just in time to have another wand thrust at me. It's slim, pale wood, maybe nine or ten inches. I swirl it, and all the lights in the room glow. The room suddenly heats up as the wand softly vibrates in my palm.

"Very good, Mr Kaplan, very good." He says, taking it from my gasp. The lights dull instantly. "Ten inches, Willow wood. It's core is that of a Dragon Heartstring. Not too hard a flexibility on this one, but nevertheless a beautiful make. I think we can expect much wisdom to flow into this wand from your fingertips."

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Kirstie:

"What is this place?" I ask completely awed. 

"Why, this is Diagon Alley." Says the official next to me. She's from the Government of Wizards, called the Ministry of Magic. 

She begins talking about the history of this place, but I zone out immediately, distracted by the joke shops and the Apothecary. A store called Broomstix compels my attention off the street. A flashy broom dazzles in the window, barely visible behind all the swarming bodies. I briefly catch a glimpse of the name before my guide shuffles me into a robes store. Cherry Electron 427. 

My guide and I shuffle in and out of stores, and by that time, we've got mountains of bags stacked onto a metal trolley. I managed to slip away into Sugarplum's Sweet Shop for ten minutes when she ran into an old friend. And when I refuse to budge away from Magical Menagerie, she allows me to enter. When I emerge, I'm ten galleons poorer but with a grey-and-white-plumed Barn Owl under my arm called Winifred. My guide, who's name is Jesinta, takes me to lunch at a place called Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, and I stuff my face full with a three-scoop Mint & Chocolate Galore. As we exit, a blonde haired boy zooms past me and nearly knocks over Jesinta, closely trailed by a shorter brunette boy. Jesinta gives an agitated sigh and frog-marches me to a grand building. At least it used to be grand. It's looking rather shabby now, with the sign peeling so badly I can barely make out the letters. From what I can gather, it's a wand shop. We enter, and the sudden coolness is quite pleasant against my sun-warmed skin.