Diagon Alley

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Harry's POV

The low buzz of chatter stopped when the three of us walked in. Everyone seemed to know Hagrid though; they waved and smiled at him, and the bartender reached for a glass, saying, "The usual, Hagrid?"

"Can't, Tom, I'm on official Hogwarts business," said Hagrid, clapping his great hand on my shoulder and making my knees buckle. "Taking young Harry and Katrina here to buy their school supplies."

"Good Lord," said the bartender, peering at me, "is this...can this be?" The Leaky Cauldron suddenly went completely still and silent.

"Bless my soul," whispered the old bartender, "Harry Potter...what an honor." He hurried out from behind the bar, rushed towards me and seized my hand, tears in his eyes. "Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back." I didn't know what to say. Everyone was looking at me and I was beginning to feel self-conscious. The old woman with the pipe was puffing on it without realizing it had gone out. My eyes met Katrina's who looked just as shocked by the reaction I was getting as I was, but she simply shrugged her shoulders in equal confusion.

Then there was a great scraping of chairs and the next moment, I found myself shaking hands with everyone in the Leaky Cauldron.

I shook hands again and again. Doris Crockford kept coming back for more.

The sheer number of people coming up to greet me was overwhelming and I could feel my face redden as I continued to become more and more flustered. Suddenly, I felt a small hand take mine and gently squeeze it. I looked over and saw Katrina's twinkling blue eyes staring into mine as she gave me a reassuring smile.

"Thank you" I mouthed as Hagrid dragged the two of us over to a corner and introduced us to an odd-looking man wearing a purple turban.

"Professor Quirrell!" said Hagrid. "Harry, Katrina, Professor Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts."

"P-P-Potter, K-Katrina" stammered Professor Quirrell, grasping our hands, "c-can't t-tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you."

"What sort of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?" I heard Katrina ask politely.

"D-Defense Against the D-D-Dark Arts," muttered Professor Quirrell, as though he'd rather not think about it. "N-not that you n-need it, eh,P-P-Potter?" He laughed nervously.

I noticed that he was staring at Katrina very intently. I narrowed my eyes at this strange stuttering man in a purple turban. I didn't like the way his eyes followed Katrina's every movement. And there was a gleam in his eyes that creeped me out.

"You'll be g-getting all your equipment, I suppose? I've g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on vampires, m-myself." He looked terrified at the very thought and suddenly dashed off before I could think of a good response.

It took almost ten minutes to get away from them all. At last, Hagrid managed to make himself heard over the babble. "Must get on...lots ter buy. Come on, Harry, Katrina."

As we left, I noticed Katrina glancing back at the man in confusion and wincing as she rubbed her collar bone. She noticed my concerned expression and reached over to grab my hand again as we continued to follow Hagrid as he led us through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds.

"Told yeh, didn't I? Told yeh you was famous. Even Professor Quirrell was tremblin' ter meet yeh. Mind you, he's usually tremblin'." Hagrid said as he grinned down at me.

"Is he always that nervous?"

"Oh, yeah. Poor bloke. Brilliant mind. He was fine while he was studyin' outta books but then he took a year off ter get some firsthand experience...never been the same since. Scared of the students, scared of his own subject now, where's me umbrella?"

"Hagrid, why are we just standing in front of a brick wall?" I asked him in confusion. He ignored me and muttered under his breath as he pulled out his pink umbrella and tapped the stones in a particular order.

"Three up...two across he muttered. "Right, stand back, you two."

He tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella and the brick he had touched slowly quivered then wriggled to life.

I felt Katrina's grip tighten on my hand as we watched in amazement as the bricks started shifting around and an archway appeared large enough even for Hagrid. I looked at Katrina; my eyes wide, as together we stepped through the arch and into the bustling crowd of shoppers.

"Welcome," said Hagrid, "to Diagon Alley."

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 gotta get yer money first."

I turned my head in every direction as the three of us walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as we passed, saying, "Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they're mad..."

I heard Katrina giggle as she yanked me by the arm and tugged me back and forth across the streets trying not to miss anything. Her enthusiasm was infectious and I laughed harder than I had in a long time as I let her take the lead.

Katrina was so focused on weaving back and forth across the streets to make sure she didn't miss anything that she quickly forgot to watch out for what was in front of her.

"Ow!" I heard her cry out as she stumbled into Hagrid. I couldn't help it and burst out laughing and when she glared at me, it only made me laugh harder. She managed to keep her angry glare for about 30 seconds before she lost control and smiled with me. When I finally managed to contain myself I noticed that we had reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops and had the words; "Gringotts Bank" written in large gold lettering across the entrance.

Quirrell's POV

As I stared at the young boy and girl in front of me, I shivered. I could hear my master's thoughts in my head. Something about the girl drew his attention but he wouldn't tell me what. From what I gathered, she must have some sort of powers that he wanted but what powers could an eleven year old girl possibly have that my master would be interested in? I trembled as my masters voiced echoed loudly throughout my mind; ordering me to keep a careful watch on the girl.

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