Later that day, in London, Harry, Dayton and Hagrid were in an underground tube train, Hagrid standing out because of his size.
"First year students will require: three sets of work robes, one wand." Harry read the list of required school supplies. He turned to Hagrid.
"Essential bit of equipment, Harry." Hagrid replied.
"One pair of dragon-hide gloves." Dayton continued reading. He also looked at the half-giant. "Hagrid, do they mean from a real dragon?"
"Well, they don't mean from a penguin, do they?" Hagrid quipped. "Heh. Crikey, but not a dragon."
"But you like a dragon?" Harry inquired curiously.
"Vastly misunderstood beasts, Harry. Vastly misunderstood." Hagrid responded.
Eventually, the three were walking the streets of London.
"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." Harry was reading. "Could we find all this in London?" He asked Hagrid.
"If you know where to go." Hagrid answered.
They walked towards a corner store and as they got closer, the sign above it had "The Leaky Cauldron" magically appearing. They entered the popular wizarding pub and inn, where there was music and several patrons that were speaking to each other.
"Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?" The middle-aged bartender called from behind the counter.
"No thanks, Tom. I'm on official Hogwarts business." Hagrid answered. "Just helping young Harry and Dayton here buy their school supplies."
Tom's eyes widened. "Bless my soul. It's Harry Potter."
The pub went dead silent, followed by several people coming up to shake Harry's hand. His name was apparently very well known in these parts.
Just then, a man in robes with a turban appeared.
"Harry P-Potter." He stuttered. "C-can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you."
"Hello, Professor. I didn't see you there." Hagrid greeted the man. "Harry, Dayton, this is Professor Quirrell. He'll be your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts."
"Oh, nice to meet you." Harry responded, putting out his hand and offering a handshake with Quirrell. But the professor took one look at Harry's head and hesitatingly refused.
"F-fearfully fascinating subject. N-not that you need it, e-eh, Potter?" The professor stuttered again, laughing nervously.
"Yes, well, must be going now. Lots to buy. Heh." Hagrid said as he ushered the young boys away.
The three entered a back room winery in front of a brick wall.
"See, Harry, you're famous!" Hagrid was saying to the raven-haired boy.
"But why am I famous, Hagrid?" Harry asked him. "All those people back there, how is it they know who I am?"
"I'm not exactly sure I'm the right person to tell you that, Harry." Hagrid answered.
Hagrid went and tapped the brick wall clockwise with his umbrella. The blocks then magically shifted and opened up to reveal a hidden, busy street.
"Welcome, Harry and Dayton, to Diagon Alley."
Harry grinned broadly as they stepped into the street and walked down it, Dayton hearing an owl screech.
"Here's where you'll get your quills and ink," Hagrid directed with his hand. "And over there all your bits and bobs for doing your wizardry."
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Book 1: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (Hermione X Self Insert)
FanfictionHarry Potter is a boy who learns on his eleventh birthday that he is the orphaned son of two powerful wizards and possesses unique magical powers of his own. His best friend Dayton Cahill, originally from Canada, begins to question said magical powe...
