Harry Potter and the Altered Destinies

Chapter 2: Diagon Alley

Though she hovered over the last brick. "Now Mr.Jackson-Potter. This is the only time I am going to give you my wand. I want you to press all the bricks I just did along with the last brick I hovered over. If you did the pattern correctly, Diagon Alley will be revealed. Do you understand me?" McGonagall asked sternly.

Harry suddenly had a concentration and determined look crossed over his face as he carefully took Professor McGonagall's wand. He felt his magic inside him reach toward the wand before it jerked away from it.

The only reason he could feel his magic like this was because of the practices his father gave him before he went to bed. Ever since he was adopted, he use to have nightmares. His dad taught him meditation to help concentrate and control his thoughts. Somewhere along the time of inner searching, he found his core and suddenly had an understanding with the wild magic of his.

With a little inner coaxing and a small push, his magic reluctantly went through the wand as he tapped the magic stones of the wall. When he pressed the last brick, the brick quivered and wiggled until a small hole appeared. After that the hole started to get bigger and wider before an archway was in front of the trio.

Even in awe of the alley, Harry flipped the wand, so it was pointed at him, and held his hand back out for McGonagall to take her wand back. "I would like to introduce you, Mr.Jackson and Mr.Jackson-Potter, to Diagon Alley. The alley in which you can get all your school supplies and more," McGonagall told them as they tried to regain their wits from seeing the different branch of magic at work.

They stepped through the archway. Harry looked quickly over his 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 the cauldrons said.(- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Page 71)

"First we need to head to the bank Gringotts and get you some wizardry money. Would you like to get money from the Potter Vault or create your own Mr.Jackson?" inquired McGonagall.

Percy thought it over for a second before glancing at his son who just gave him a smile. "I would like my son to claim the Potter Vault, but until he hits Magical Majority, I would like to be in control over it. See previous transactions and maybe a trust vault. Make sure no money missing and stuff like that. I would like to claim a vault of my own as well," Percy told the Professor.

"We shall speak to the Goblins about that. Now, before I forget, here is Mr.Jackson-Potter's key for his vault. The Goblins will most likely take you two aside to speak about what you want, Mr.Jackson. I will be waiting in the lobby doing a few last minute paperwork. So take your time, there's no rush."

"What's this about Goblins?" Harry asked as they started to approach a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold,was what seemed to be one of the Goblins that the Professor mentioned. (- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Page 72)

"Before we enter, I must warn you that Goblins may act hostile but should not attack you unless you steal from Gringotts. I warn you now, never steal from them as they are a warrior race," warned McGonagall as they entered the tall building.

What Professor McGonagall didn't know was that Percy knew all about Goblins and their nation. During one of the summers after the Second War, he visited many civilizations to see how they were faring from the two almost back-to-back wars. The Goblins were one of those he visited.

During those three months, Percy learned their language and how to act to a Goblin without offending them (which was probably what most wizards did without realizing it). It also worked in his favor that they held respect to him for being the leader (or co-leader) in both wars in which they won. The nation he was with spread the word that the Son of the Sea was a great warrior that should be respected if they came upon his sea scent and aura.