Harriet Potter book 1

Diagon Alley

Do you guys like the point of view I've been using? It's just like the books really. I was wondering if you would prefer I do a different one or not. I'm more adapt to first person. I thought I would ask since Draco shows up in the next chapter. Just some thoughts. Enjoy.

This was Harriet's first time being at London. Although Hagrid did seem to know where he was going, it was clear they were getting there in an ordinary way. Hagrid got stuck in the ticket barrier, and complained loudly that the seats were too small and the train way too slow.

"Don't know how the Muggles manage without magic," He said as they walked up a broken down escalator that led up to a busy road lined with stores.

Hagrid was so big that the crow naturally parted for him to get through; all Harriet had to do was follow close behind him. They walked pass book stores and music shops, restaurants that advertised burgers and movie theaters, but Harriet couldn't spot any place where she could get a wand. This street was just an ordinary one full of regular people. Could there possibly be wizard gold buried miles beneath all of them? Are there shops that sell broomsticks and spell books? Could this possibly be some huge prank that the Dursleys had cooked up? Harriet shook the thought out of her head. She knew that the Dursleys had no sense of humor, if she didn't then she truly would have believed it. Even though she thought that everything Hagrid has told her thus far is so unbelievable Harriet just couldn't help trusting him.

"'ere it is," the giant came to a halt, "the Leaky Cauldron. It's pretty famous."

It was a minisunal, grubby pub. Harriet wouldn't have even noticed it if Hagrid hadn't pointed it out. People rushed by it without sparring the establishment so much as a glance. Their eyes slid directly from the big book shop on one side to the record store on the other side, as if they never even saw what was between the two. Actually, Harriet had a peculiar feeling the the only ones who could see the Leaky Cauldron was Hagrid and herself. Before she could bring this up, Hagrid had steered her into the pub.

It was pretty dark and shabby, for a famous place at least. There were a few old women sitting in a corner, they were drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A small man in a top hat seated at the bar talking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and almost looked like a toothless walnut shell. The low buzz of chatter came to a stop when they walked in. Everyone waved and smiled at Hagrid, it seems they all knew him. The bartender reached for a glass, asking, "The usual, Hagrid?"

"Not now, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business," Hagrid said, clapping a large hand on Carrier's shoulder, making her knees buckle.

"Sweet Lord," 'Tom said, peering over the bar at Harriet, "Is this really- can this be-?"

The Leaky Cauldron had fallen completely quiet for a second time. No one even dared move.

"Bless my old soul," the bartender whispered, "Harriet Potter..... what a true honor."

"Welcome back, Ms. Potter, welcome back."

Harriet didn't have a clue what she was supposed to say. Everyone was just staring at her. The older woman with the pipe was puffing on it without even realizing that it was already gone. Hagrid was beaming.

Suddenly there was a great scraping of chairs on wood floors and in the next mommy, Harriet found herself shaking hands with every single person in the Leaky Cauldron minus Hagrid.

"I'm Doris Crockford, Ms. Potter, can't believe I'm finally meeting you."

"So proud, Ms. Potter, I'm just so very proud."

"Delighted to meet you, Ms. Potter, just can't tell you how much. Diggle's the name Dedalus Diggle."

"I've seen you before!" Harriet exclaimed, as Dedalus Diggle's top hat flew off in his excitement. "You bowed to me once in a shop."