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Chapter Five ⚡️

Streets of London. Hagrid,(Y/N) and Harry are walking.

(Y/N): All students must be equipped with...one standard size two pewter cauldron and may bring if they desire either an owl, a cat or a toad. Can we find all this in London?

Hagrid: If you know where to go.

They go to a corner store and enter, The Leaky Cauldron.

{Music and talking}

Barkeep Tom: Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?

Hagrid: No thanks, Tom. I'm on official Hogwarts business today. Just helping young Harry and young (Y/N) here buy there school supplies.

Tom: Bless my soul. It's (Y/N) and Harry Potter.

The pub goes silent. A man comes up and shakes (Y/N) hand and ten Harry's.

Man: Welcome back, Miss and Mr. Potter, welcome back.

A witch comes up and shakes Harrys and (Y/N) hand, as well.

Witch: Doris Crockford, Miss and Mr. Potter. I can't believe I'm meeting you both at last.

A man in robes with a turban on his head appears. It is PROFESSOR QUIRRELL.

Quirrell: (Y/N) Potter and Harry Potter. C-can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you both.

Hagrid: Hello, Professor. I didn't see you there. (Y/N) , Harry, this is Professor Quirrell. He'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.

Harry: Oh, nice to meet you. {Puts out hand. Quirrell refuses}

(Y/N): Nice to see you, Professor Quirrel!

Quirrell: F-fearfully fascinating subject. N-not that you need it, e-eh, Potter? Heheh.

Hagrid: Yes, well, must be going now. Lots to buy. Heh.

(Y/N): See you later Professor

Harry: Good-bye.

The three leave into a back room winery in front of a brick wall.

Hagrid: See, (Y/N) and Harry, you're famous!

(Y/N): But why are we famous, Hagrid? All those people back there, how is it they know who We are?

Hagrid: I'm not exactly sure I'm the right person to tell you that, Guys. {Taps the brick wall clockwise with his umbrella. The blocks shift and open up to reveal a hidden, busy street.}

Welcome, Harry and (Y/N), to Diagon Alley. 

The twins grin broadly as they step into the street and walk down it. An owl screeches.

Hagrid: Here's where you'll get your quills and ink, and over there all your bits and bobs for doing your wizardry.

Both Potters are amazed as they pass by shops and owls and bats. The camera pans on a broom store, where a group of boys are crowded around a shiny broom.

Boy: It's a world class racing broom. Look at it, its the new Nimbus 2000! It's the fastest model yet.

Harry: But, Hagrid, how am I to pay for all this? I haven't any money.

(Y/N): Yeah I was thinking the same thing

Hagrid: Well there's your money, Harry and (Y/N). Gringotts, the Wizard Bank. T'aint no place safer, 'cept perhaps Hogwarts.

Inside the bank, they walk down the shiny aisle, passing tiny creatures working.

Harry: Uh, Hagrid, what exactly are those things?

(Y/N): They look a bit creepy

Hagrid: They're goblins, Harry. Clever as they come goblins but not the most friendly of beasts. Best stick close to me. {(Y/N) and Harry stick to him.} {Hagrid clears his throat as they approach a counter with a goblin in it.} Mr. Harry Potter and Miss. (Y/N) Potter wish to make a withdrawal.

The goblin looks up.

Goblin: And does Mr. And Miss. Potter have a key?

Hagrid: Oh. Wait a minute. Got it here somewhere. Hah. Here's the little devil. Oh, and there's something else as well. Professor Dumbledore gave me this. It's about you-know-what in vault you-know-which. {Hands Goblin letter wrapped in string.}

Goblin: Very well.

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Racing down the depth caverns in a cartlike structure. The cart stops, a goblin, GRIPHOOK, clambers out.

Griphook: Vault 687. Lamp, please. {Hagrid hands him the lamp and he walks to the vault} Key please. {Hagrid hands him the key and he unlocks it}

The room is filled nearly top to bottom with coins. Both Potters were amazed.

Hagrid: Didn't think your mum and dad would leave you with nothing, now didja?

They continue on through the cavern.

Griphook: Vault 713.

(Y/N): What's in there, Hagrid?

Hagrid: Can't tell you, (Y/N). It's Hogwarts business. Very secret.

Griphook: Stand back. {Slides finger down the door. Clank. Clank. The vault opens to expose a small white stone package. Hagrid hurries in and scoops it up. The eerie light it was shining with disappears.}

Hagrid: Best not mention this to anyone, Harry or (Y/N).

Harry and (Y/N) nods.

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Outside in the street, walking.

Harry: We still need...a wand.

Hagrid: A wand? Well, you'll want Ollivanders. No place better. Run along there, but wait. I just got one more thing I got to do. Won't be long.

(Y/N) and Harry go into the store, quietly. They look around. There are shelves of wands, but no people.

Harry: {Softly} Hello? Hello?

(Y/N): Is any body there?

There is a thunk. A man appears on a ladder and looks at Harry and (Y/N). He smiles.

Ollivander: I wondered when I'd be seeing you two, Miss and Mr. Potter. It seems only yesterday that your mother and father were in here buying their first wands. {Picks two wands}Ah. Here we are. {Harry and (Y/N) hold it but just stands} Well, give it a wave.

Harry: Oh! {waves. All the shelves come crashing down. Harry jumps and hurriedly puts the wand back on the counter.}

(Y/N): {waves wand and a lamp smashes. She places the wand near Harry's}

Ollivander: Apparently not. {Gets two other wands.} Perhaps this. {Harry waves at a vase, which blows apart.} No, no, definitely not! No matter...{gets a wand} I wonder. {Hands wand to Harry and a wand to (Y/N). Harry and (Y/N) glow under it.} Curious, very curious.

Harry: Sorry, but what's curious?

Ollivander: I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. And Miss Potter. It just so happens that the phoenix, whose tail feather resides in your wand gave one other feather, just one. It is curious that you two should be destined for these wands when its brother gave you those scars. {Points to Harry's and (Y/N) scar}

(Y/N): And...who owned that wand?

Ollivander: Oh, we do not speak his name. The wand chooses the wizard, Miss. Potter. It's not always clear why, but I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things...terrible, yes, but great. {Hands Harry and (Y/N) there wands.}

There is a knock on the window.

Hagrid: Harry! (Y/N)! Happy birthday! {Has two snowy owls in a cage which hoots}

Harry: Wow.

(Y/N): Cool.