The Dark Witch

Chapter three

Dante POV

We were picked up from our coven territory today, it wasn't that hard to pack the four possessions I actually wanted to bring. My potions book, my parents birth stones(creepy but oh well) a picture of me, Dakota and Adara, my only family left. And my watch from Adara. She knows I love watches, she knows everything about me. Except one small detail.

Dakota POV

I was jumping with excitement, I can't wait to go to Hogwarts, so many dark spells and books to learn from. I could practise it on Dante, oh that oblivious boy will not know what funny torture is before I get to him.

"Mwaaaahhhhaaa" I laugh a psychotic laugh, hands in the air and everything as I run after a screaming Dante. Tackling the dude to the ground summoning fish gills on him before chasing back after to a laughing Adara just in front of the orange horizon. I truly love these psyhcos.

Adara POV

We were seated upon black cushioned seats in a obsidian coloured floating jeweled carriage. It truly was luxury transport, no bumps, food and water service from the tiny 'House Elves'
It is very fast too, I was cautious at first to give the disappearing elves my boxed possessions. But I eventually did. Last night in our modern tree house, meaning me and my friends home, I filled our pockets with these golden 'Gringots'
Dakota had also previously reminded us of what to buy, apparently the place to go is a place called Diagon Ally. Hmm strange. Why not just call it village shops, well they are different after all.

Sighing, I rested my head upon Dante's shoulder as my tired eyes fluttered closed, his once soft calm heartbeat, speeding up at my warm gesture. I'm tired yet. A million dreams are keeping me awake.

An hour later I am shaken awake by Dakota, she must've just woken up too  since she still looked a bit tired.  Further away on my left, the big giant Hagrid also was sleeping, but soon would wake up due to use apparently being nearly there. According to Dakota, Dante wasnt waking up when she tried, the oaf always did sleep through anything, slightly shaking his shoulder, he doesn't wake. Since Hagrid is also still asleep I can't exactly yell or he might get angry, would be really funny though.

Reaching up I pat Dante's cheek with a little more force, his eyes soon flutter open. Blinking the sleep away he grins at me and Dakota before doing his monstrous stretches. Knuckles popping was the only thing that could be heard, the person driving the cart never made any sound. Glancing my eyes out of the window I notice a small river down below us, it sparkled like a thousand jewels.

A couple minutes must have passed by before the cart came to a slow stop,  the creatures called Thestrals  let out a low neigh, jolting Hagrid from his deep sleep,
"Oh good werr' all awake, let's get en' movin' then." He ruffly noted with a big smile. He tapped the wall three times with the point of his small umbrella.

The brick he had touched quivered – it wriggled – in the middle, a small hole appeared – it grew wider and wider – a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an archway on to a cobbled street which twisted and turned out of sight.

‘Welcom,’ said Hagrid, ‘to Diagon Alley.’
He grinned at our open amazement. Stepping through the archway. Startled when I heard a noise, I looked quickly over my shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly back into solid wall.

The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons – All Sizes – Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver – Self-Stirring – Collapsible said a sign hanging over them.
‘Yeah, you’ll be needin’ one,’ said Hagrid, ‘but we get yer money out first.’

Showing him our stacked up pockets full of gringots, he chuckled at our preparation. We turned our heads in every direction as we walked up the street, trying to look at everything around this beautiful place all at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping, yet not many were actually left, only four maybe five. Only a couple handful ofk older witches and wixards remained. A plump woman outside an apothecary’s was shaking her head as they passed, saying, ‘Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they’re mad...’

A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium – Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown and Snowy. Adara laughed at Dakota as she pressed her hands against a window with books in. ‘Look,’ Adara heard one of them say, ‘all the potions books, the potions, I'm buying them all, gimme five mins, ok?–’ we nodded as Dante jogged to the opposite shop. There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments I have never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels’ eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon...strange yet exhilarating.

Approximately four hours later we had managed to buy everything, and the best of the best might I say, we wanted to be prepared even though Hagrid said we didn't need the highest priced ones. He soon stopped though since we weren't listening. What, he is quite mr. Obvious when it came to talking, nice guy though.

I was continuously glancing down at the carver stick that I apparently got chosen by, it took FOUR tries with other wands until I got this one, I burnt books, shattered glass, broken the lights and zapped another witch, my mistake. The one in my hand was very detailed, it is made of- Phoenix feather. Phoenix feather is one of the rarest types in a wand according to Ollivander. It was 15' inches aswell.(A/N can it even go that high?)

We had the best broomstick as well, they are made here to fly, no one levitate or flies around here then. The Firebolt was the fastest one apparently. So we bought one each, the seller was dancing around his new gringots, funny man. We were now talking the long walk to the actual Hogwarts castle, I was barely breaking a sweat unlike Hagrid. Dante, Dakota and I are used to this sort of exercise. We did it daily.

"Hey Dakota" I smiled at my bestie, nudging her shoulder as we lunged over the last hill.
"Hey" she replied glancing over her shoulder as she sent me and Dante a toothy grin. Trotting over to the huge bridge we walked towards the beautiful castle.  And when I say castle, I literally mean gigantic, spike topped castle. It was an amazing site for sore eyes.