The Guardian

Welcome, to Diagon Alley

The worst part about writing fanfiction is that you have to write it to know what happens next.

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Hagrid and I grinned at Harry's amazement. 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. I wanted to run straight to the pet shop and get my 700th cat but Hagrid put a hand over my shoulder and shook his head no. 

"You can go get another cat after we get Harry his money," Hagrid stated and Harry's eyes widened. I pouted but nodded and continued walking up the street slowly. Harry turned his head in every direction as we walked, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping.

A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium — Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys of about mine and Harry's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. "Look," We heard one of them say, "the new Nimbus Two Thousand— fastest ever —"  I ran over and looked over their heads to see. It was a beautiful broom, the stability and splinter preventers were so new and shiny. I liked to secretly have a few of the older students teach me how to fly and was good if I say so myself.

Harry tried to look but was to short. I looked over to him and leaned down to his waist and knees. I boosted him up onto my shoulders so he could see even higher then I could. He seemed a little confused about why we were all looking at the broom so I told him about how wizards and witches fly using them. He immediately wanted to but I sadly reminded him about the letter specifically saying we weren't allowed one as first years. 

Hagrid pulled us away from the broom and towards the end of the street. We reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. The Goblin at the entrance was wearing a scarlet and gold uniform that looked very good on him. He was a head shorter than Harry and seemed like a very kind man. I complimented how he looked in his uniform and his smile seemed to brighten the doorway, he bowed as we walked inside.

About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high chairs behind a long counter, scribbling in large books, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. We made for the main counter at the end of the row. Harry had a hard time taking in the scenery and I had a hard time complimenting everyone with Hagrid pulling us along.

"Morning," said Hagrid to a free goblin. "We've come ter take some money outta Mr. Harry Potter's safe."

"You have his key, sir?" 

"Got it here somewhere," said Hagrid, and he started emptying his pockets onto the counter, scattering a handful of mouldy dog biscuits over the goblin's book of numbers. The goblin wrinkled his nose. Harry watched the goblin on their right weighing a pile of rubies as big as glowing coals.

"Hagrid! This isn't your hut don't make a mess on this hard-working man's desk!" I scolded Hagrid and reached into the pocket covering his heart. Pulling out the key and gesturing to his pile of much for him to clean up. "Apologies my kind sir," I said lifting my hood and showing the key.

The goblin looked between me and the key multiple times before finally clearing his throat and speaking. "That seems to be in order, and (Y/N) might I say I'm a huge fan." I smiled having one of the most well known and respected wizards as a father wasn't bad all the time. I mean the hood gets annoying in the summer and all the minor things I do like saving old cats from snakes get major publicity. Which is annoying when there are more important issues that need to be addressed, but getting things without hassle is nice.