Welcome to Diagon Alley," Hagrid announced with a grin as they stepped through the archway, leaving behind the ordinary world and entering the enchanting realm of wizards. Harry's eyes widened in amazement, and as he glanced over his shoulder, the archway magically sealed itself, blending seamlessly into the solid wall.
James and Lily bore the weight of guilt and sorrow, a heavy burden that descended upon them. That they were not the ones who had the privilege of guiding their child through the enchanting corridors of Diagon Alley. Instead, the only semblance of witnessing their son's joy was through the flickering images on a screen. The absence of the shared experience loomed in their minds.
They longed to be the ones guiding their child through the labyrinthine streets, pointing out the wonders of the magical world, and revelling in the shared joy of discovering hidden gems in dusty bookstores.
The radiant sun illuminated a stack of cauldrons outside a nearby shop, catching Harry's attention. Hagrid, noting Harry's fascination, remarked, "You'll be needin' one, but first, let's get yer money."
As they strolled up the bustling street, Harry wished for about eight more eyes to take in the magical spectacle surrounding him. His head turned in every direction, trying to absorb the myriad of sights. Soon, they approached a majestic, snowy-white building that dwarfed the other quaint shops. At its entrance, a figure in a scarlet and gold uniform stood beside burnished bronze doors.
"Yeah, that's a goblin," Hagrid whispered to Harry as they ascended the white stone steps towards the creature. The goblin, shorter than Harry, possessed a clever face, a pointed beard, and unusually long fingers and feet. Bowing, he ushered them inside, where a second pair of doors, this time silver, awaited, engraved with a foreboding warning:
**ENTER, STRANGER, BUT TAKE HEED
OF WHAT AWAITS THE SIN OF GREED,
FOR THOSE WHO TAKE, BUT DO NOT EARN,
MUST PAY MOST DEARLY IN THEIR TURN.
SO IF YOU SEEK BENEATH OUR FLOORS,
A TREASURE THAT WAS NEVER YOURS,
THIEF, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. BEWARE
OF FINDING MORE THAN TREASURE THERE**
"As I said, you'd be mad to try and rob it," Hagrid added, emphasizing the gravity of caution.
"Indeed, some were. Still confused on how he did it," chuckled Ron, his laughter resonating through the room. Harry and Hermione, sharing knowing glances, nodded in unequivocal agreement. Harry's eyes twinkled with a mixture of mirth and nostalgia, the weight of shared memories lingering in the air. Hermione, ever the discerning mind, contributed a subtle smile that seemed to convey more than words ever could.
Guided by a pair of bowing goblins, they entered a vast marble hall, adorned with high stools behind a long counter, where numerous goblins diligently attended to their financial duties. Doors led off the hall, each with goblins ushering people in and out. Hagrid and Harry proceeded to make their way to the counter.
"Morning. We've come to take some money outta Mr. Harry Potter's safe," Hagrid announced.
"You have his key sir?"
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FanfictionThere is a price to pay for speaking the truth and a bigger one for living a lie, this Lysandra Lestrange knows too well. _____________________ Or In which others find out she puts her life on the line practically every time she breaths. Classified;...
