It's kind of hard to not notice someone when they're walking around with an 8 foot tall giant. Even though I was dizzy from my first experience with floo powder, Diagon Alley was fascinating.
He stood there holding a list same as me. I heard him say he needed to get robes at madam malkins shop. As he walked away, the hair on his forehead blew in the breeze and I had a glimpse of the famous scar.
Miss. Minerva pulled me along past all the shops until the very end. Right in front of me stood a crooked old bank. In big letters above the door said Gringotts. We strode through the opening and walked past rows and rows of weird looking creatures I knew to be goblins. The pounding sound of stamping filled the room as one side of the hall stamped papers in sync. At the end sat a very aged goblin.
"We would like to visit the vault of Marlene McKinnon." Miss. Minerva exclaimed.
"Key." he grunted.
Soon we steeped out of the wooden art that had carried us down under beneath London. I leaned against the nearby pillar to balance myself. Miss. Minerva looked green as the goblin pushed her aside and opened my mothers vault. I heard clicking as it unlocked and the heavy metal door swung open. The small amout of galleons, silver sickles, and bronze knuts gleamed in the musty light. I grabbed a handful and shoved it into a little pouch.
As we walked down the steps of the bank, still swaying from our most recent trip on the rattley cart, a voice above me said;
"Where to first?" I only said a one word answer.
"Wand."
The store was dark and musty. The only movement came from a wrinkled old man behind the desk. I marched up to him and said confidently,
"I would like to purchase a wand!"
" Oh do you?" he laughed. I nodded.
"Lets see..." There was a series of hmmmm's and mutterings when finally there was an aha! He brought down an emerald box and carefully opened the lid.
"Beech, 10 1/2 inches, unicorn hair, springy" I picked it up and as I waved it in a circle, it shot out a streak of blue. Next to me the garbage can blew up. Mr. Ollivander quickly took it away from me. I thought I heard him mutter "very powerful witch" as he packed it up again. I tried at least 12 more and by this time I had blown up a shelf and multiple boxes and pots. Just then he picked up another box beside my feet.
"Birch, 11 inches, dragon heart string, solid." when I picked it up by the leaf engraved handle it was like I was the most powerful person in the world. No-one could beat me.
"Expelliarmus!" I pointed my wand at Miss. Minerva. The book she was carrying flew out of her hand and landed with a thud on the floor behind her.
"That will be 7 galleons." Mr.Ollivander said. I handed over the money and we took our next stop at Flourish and Blotts. I looked down at my wand as the bell jingled and we entered.
"Hey..." a boy with over gelled, slicked back hair trailed off.
"Sorry." I mumbled back as Miss. Minerva pulled my along.
"Excuse me sir." Miss. Minerva said tapping a man with a scruffy beard on the shoulder. He took one glance at my list and mumbled,
"The usual first year Hogwarts 8 books." he paced around the cramped room stopping at various spots to grab books from high and low. Finally he came back and dropped a tall stack of books in my arms and held out his hand for money. Miss. Minerva reached into my pocket and gave him the money.
We went to all the left over shops to get quills and a cauldron and potions ingredients and robes. Finally we went to get me an owl!
The hooting and purring of animals (not to mention the croaking) filled the air. I imedietly walked over to the cage of a beautiful barn owl. As I rested my fingers on its cage I felt something land on my head. I reached up my hand and the bird hopped onto my arm. I stared at the gorgeous jet black owl. In its claws it held my school list. I stroked it with one finger and walked over to Miss. Minerva and excitedly told her;
"This is the one!"
The smell of beer wafted toward me as we shuffled in to the leaky cauldron, our arms filled with my supplies. We both through
my stuff into the fireplace ( don't worry it wasn't burning) and I grabbed a handful of floo powder and stepped in beside it.
"Dumbledores office!" I yelled chocking on a bit of ash. The spinning sensation surrounded me and I eventually fell out covered in ashes in...
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FanficThis is HP fan fiction because Harry potter is my life!!! Anyway, Alexandra black is Regulas blacks daughter. She was born the year her dad died and her mother died at her birth. She has lived in dumbledores office ever since her father died. But fi...
