Holly Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone

Shopping For School

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I groaned and rolled to my other side

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“All right! All right!” I sat up and Hagrid’s heavy coat fell off me. I looked at the coat then my eyes drifted to the stuffed deer “It wasn’t a dream.”

Tap. Tap. Tap

I looked at the window to see an owl with a newspaper in its beak. I want to open the window and the owl swooped in and dropped the newspaper on top of Hagrid, who didn’t wake up. The owl then fluttered onto the floor and began to attack Hagrid’s coat. “Hey!” I grab the coat. “Um, Hagrid, the owl want’s something.”

“Pay him,”

“Say again?”

“He wants to get paid for diverting the paper.” I looked in the pockets, it wasn’t until the fourth pocket that I found a small coin purse. “Give him five Knuts.”

“Five what?”

“The little bronze ones.” I put five, Knuts, in the owl’s bag and it flows off

“Cool.” Hagrid yawned, sat up and stretched

“Best is off soon Holly, lots to do today gotta get up to London an’ buy all yer stuff for school.” I looked the coins over, they’re so cool looking but...

“Hagrid? I don’t have any money, especially not money like this.”

“Don’t worry about that,” He said putting his boots on, “D’yeh think yer parents didn’t leave yeh without any money?”

“So, it’s, like in a bank or something?”

“Exactly, that’s our first stop, Gringotts. You should change and have some food before we go.” I nodded then walked into the bedroom, quietly. I changed into a black tank top with a skull on it, my black zip-up hoodie, jeans, and ten-a-shoes. I grabbed my backpack and put some things I thought I’d need, like a book, my dad’s hat, mp3 player and my anthro card. I zipped up my bag then brushed my hair. I put my hairbrush back in my suitcase then turned to see forty dollars held out for me, I looked up to see Dot. I stood up then took the money

“I used your card, so you don’t need to pay me back.” She told me then went back to her spot. I put the money in my bag then walked out.

“Got everythin’?” Hagrid asked as I closed the door.

“I think so,” I told him as a picked up the last sausage, I broke it in half and gave one to Floare. I ate mine then picked up the stuffed deer. “Hagrid?”

“Hmm?”

“Why am I getting this now? My mum’s been dead for a long time.” I opened my bag and put it in then Floare hoped in as I folded up my letter than put it into my bag.

“Well, you see, your mum an’ dad left you many things. Some things were harder to get than others.”

“I see, what about my hat and locket?”

“Your dad put his hat in storage, so it took a little to find. Your locket…” I looked up to see the sadness written all over his face. “Your locket was damaged that night and Professor Dumbledore had to fix it up. The picture was a little damaged, that’s why it doesn’t move.”

“It’s supposed to move?” Hagrid nodded as we walked out and walked up to the only boat? What a minute? “Hagrid, how did you get here?”

“Flew,”

“Flew?” Floare and I asked at the same time

“Yeah, but we’ll go back in this. Not supposed to use magic now I’ve got yeh.” We got into the boat, I’m still trying to imagine Hagrid flying, I put my bag in front of me as Hagrid gave me a sideways look. “Seems a shame to row, though, if I was her, er, speed things up a bit, would yeh mind not mentionin’ it at Hogwarts?”

“I promise,” I told him with a smile and with that Hagrid pulled out a pink umbrella, tapped the side of the boat twice and we sped off towards land. Hagrid started to read his newspaper and I know better than to bug someone when they’re reading the paper. But I have so many questions

“Ministry o’ Magic messin’ things up as usual.” He muttered then turned the page

“There’s a Ministry of Magic?” Eg, I couldn’t stop myself

“Course, they wanted Dumbledore for Minister, o’ course but he’d never leave Hogwarts, so old Cornelius Fudge got the job.” I nodded then curiosity got the best of me

“What does a Ministry of Magic do?”

“Well, their main job is to keep it from the Muggles that there’s still witches an’ wizards up an’ down the country.”

“Oh.” Ok, time to stop before I make him mad. Just then the boat bumped gently into the harbor wall. Hagrid put his paper up then claimed out. I got out after and we started to the train station, the whole time Hagrid would point at perfectly ordinary things and say,

“See that, Holly? Things these Muggles dream up, eh?” A little too loud if you ask me but at least he was having fun. We reached the station and I put one of the twenties into the mission and transferring it to my card. I walked over to Hagrid, who looked like he was having a hard time with his money.

“Need help?”

“If yeh don’ mind, I don’ quite understand muggle money.” I took the money then went to buy his ticket. We got on the train and took some sites, “Still got yer letter, Holly?” I took out the second piece of paper.

HOGWARTS SCHOOLof WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require 1. Three sets of plain work robes (black) 2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear 3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar) 4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings) Please note that all pupils’ clothes should carry name tags

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following: The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk, A History of Magic by Bathilda, Bagshot Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling, A Beginners’ Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore, Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander, The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand, 1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2), 1 set glass or crystal vials, 1 telescope, 1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

First years can’t have a broom, that doesn’t seem fair. “Can we buy all this in London?” I asked Hagrid

“If yeh know where to go.” I’ve never been to London before, this is all new to me. We got to our stop and Hagrid got stuck in the ticket barrier, I sighed then put his ticket into the slot for him. After he was thru I put my card into the card slot, went through then picked my card up on the other side. “How did you learn to do that?”

“When I was younger, Uncle Vernon made me go shopping with Dot all the time. He didn’t want her going alone and the nearest mall was a train ride away.” I put the card back into my bag and we walked down the street, we walked past a lot of stores and none of them had what we were looking for.

“This is it,” Hagrid said coming to a stop “the Leaky Cauldron. It’s a famous place.” Famous? I would have missed it if he hadn’t pointed it out, I looked around to see people walking by like they couldn’t see it. We walked in to see a lot of people, the place was buzzing with chatter but then it went quiet. I hid behind Hagrid as he was greeted by everyone

“The usual, Hagrid?” The bartender asked Hagrid as we got to the bar

“Can’t, Tom, I’m on Hogwarts business.” Hagrid looked at me making Tom look at me as well. Tom’s eyes went wide

“Good Lord is that… is it really?” At this point, everyone in the Leaky Cauldron was looking at me. My face got hot and I hid behind my hair. “Holly Potter?” I was looking at the ground so I didn’t see what was happening around me.

“Don’t mind her, she’s just a little shy.” Hagrid put a hand on my shoulder making me look up to see Tom had moved from behind the bar

“It’s an honor, Miss. Potter.” Tom stook out his hand and not wanting to be rude I took it. Before I know it everyone was shaking my hand then meet another, until my hand met one that had my body scream ‘Run!’ I looked up to see a man with a rap on his head

“Professor Quirrell! Holly, Professor Quirrell well be one of your teachers at Hogwarts.”

“P-P-Potter,” Professor Quirrell stuttered “c-can’t t-tell you h-how p-pleased I am t-to m-meet you.” His grip tightened a little then he let go

“You to sir, what is it you teach?”

“D-Defense Against the D-D-Dark A-Arts.” He’s turning pale “N-Not that you n-need i-it. Y-You’ll be getting all your e-equipment, I-I suppose? I’ve g-got to pick up an-new b-book on v-vampires, myself.” After that, the others started to ask me questions about myself but Hagrid just took my shoulder and told them

“Must get on, lots to buy. Come on, Holly.” I waved at them as we walked out the back into a small, walled courtyard. “Told yeh, didn’t I? You’re famous, Holly. Even Professor Quirrell was tremblin’ to meet yeh, mind you, he’s usually tremblin’.”

“Is he always that twitchy?” I asked rubbing my hand, what was that?

“Oh, yeah. Poor bloke. Brilliant mind. He was fine while he was studyin’ outta books but then he took a year off to get some firsthand experience. They say he met vampires in the Black Forest, and there was a nasty bit o’ trouble with a hag, never been the same since. Scared of the students, scared of his own subject, now! Where’s my umbrella?”

“Is that so?” If he’s scared of students and his job then why is he still working as a teacher?

“Three up, two across. Right, stand back Holly.” The brick he had touched wriggled then in the middle, a small hole appeared then it grew wider and wider, a second later we were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, the archway led onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight. “Welcome to Diagon Alley.”

“Wow!”

‘You can say that again.’ Flora said, popping her head out. We walked down the street, passing shops for books, flying brooms, animals, and colorants.

“Keep up Holly!” Hagrid said from ahead of me, I caught up to him as we walked up to a white building that was taller than the other shops “Holly, welcome to Gringotts.” I looked around as we walked up, to see a swarthy, clever face, pointed beard “Yeah, that’s a goblin.” The goblin bowed as we walked inside to see another pair of doors that had words on it that said

’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.’

“Yep, yeh’d be mad to try an’ rod it,” Hagrid told me as two more goblins bowed to us as we entered. Inside was a lot more goblins sitting behind a high, long counter, it looked like they were weighing coins on scales. We stopped at one of the goblins behind the counter. “Morning, we’ve come to take some money outta Miss. Holly Potter’s safe.”

“You have her key, sir?” The goblin asked

“Got it here somewhere,” Hagrid started to search through his pockets. “Got it,” He pulled out a tiny golden key.

“That seems to be in order.” That it? All he did was look at it.

“An’ I’ve also got a letter from Professor Dumbledore,” Hagrid handed the goblin a letter “It’s about the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen.” The goblin read the letter carefully then handed it back to Hagrid

“Very well, I will have someone take you down to both vaults. Griphook!” Another goblin came up to us

“Follow me please,” Griphook told us then lead us to one of the doors

“So, whats the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen?” I asked Hagrid

“Can’t tell yeh that,” Hagrid told me

“Why not?”

“Top secret, Dumbledore’s trusted me. But I will tell yeh that it’s more’n my job’s worth to tell yeh that.” I pouted as we walked thru another door into a stone hallway lit with flaming torches. We walked up to some railway tracks. Griphook whistled and a small cart came to a halt in front of us, I helped Hagrid in then climbed in myself and we were off. I looked behind me to see that Griphook wasn’t driving, great. I looked over at Hagrid, he looked like he was going to be sick. Just then we came to a stop, I climbed out then Hagrid, who went to lean against the wall. I pat him on the back as Griphook unlocked the door. Green smoke spilled out as the door opened, once it was clear I saw mountains of coins. Gold, silver and even little bronze Knuts.

“Wow!”

“Yep, all yours,” Hagrid put a hand on my shoulder

“My parents left me all this?” I walked in and picked up a gold coin

“The gold ones are Galleons.” Hagrid handed me a bag “Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle, it’s easy enough.”

‘Maybe you should write this down.’ Floare told me as Hagrid and I put some into the bag, I put that bag into mine.

“Vault seven hundred and thirteen now, please, and can we go more slowly?”

“Only one speed,” Griphook told him as we walked out

“Great.” The volt closed then Griphook handed me the key then we climbed into the cart. We ended up going deeper and gaining speed. I feel bad for Hagrid, but this is kind of fun. Then we made it vault seven hundred and thirteen, we all got out and I noticed that the vault didn’t have a keyhole. I wonder why?

“Stand back.” Griphook stroked the door gently with one of his long fingers and it simply melted away.

“Wow,” I said in amazement

“If anyone but a Gringotts goblin tried that, they’d be sucked through the door and trapped in there,” I’m almost afraid to ask

“How- How often do you check to see if anyone’s inside?”

“Once every ten years,” Griphook told me with a rather nasty grin. Ok, now I know why you have to be an idiot to rob this place. The vault opened and I expanded to see fabulous jewels or a priceless heirloom but instead, there was a grubby little package wrapped up in brown paper lying on the floor. Hagrid picked it up and tucked it inside his coat.

“Come on, back in this infernal cart,” Hagrid said, not liking the idea. After one more wild ride in the cart, we made it out of Gringotts. “Alright, might as well get yer uniform,” Hagrid pointed to a building with the sign ‘Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions’. “Holly?” I looked at him “Would yeh mind if I slipped off for a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts.” I laughed behind my hand

“Sure Hagrid, have fun,” I told him then went to Madam Malkin’s shop. I entered, suddenly feeling a little nervous. I walked in, making the bell ring

“Hogwarts, dear?” A lady asked from behind the counter

“Yes, ma’am.” She smiled at me then led me to the back of the shop where a boy with pale skin was standing on a footstool. I sat my bag down then, the women set me up on the stool next to him. She slipped a long black robe over my head then started to pin it to my length.

“Hello,” The boy said, “Hogwarts, too?”

“Yep,” I saw him nod.

“My father’s next door with my sister buying books and mother’s up the street looking at wands,” I nod. “What about yours?” I was afraid of that

“Their sort of six feet under.” The boy looked at me

“You mean there?”

“Ya,”

“Oh, I’m- I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I didn’t really know them.” The boy looked away, damn it! So much for making a friend.

“So, did you find it unfair that first years can’t have their own broom as much as I did?” I looked at him throw the mirror, he’s still talking to me?

“Ya, what’s that all about?”

“I know, my sister says I’m being silly but I don’t understand why we can’t have one. Do you play Quidditch at all?” Quidditch? What’s that, one of their sports?

“No,”

“I can’t tell if it’s more fun to play or to watch. Do you know what house you’ll be in yet?” House?

“No,” Good answer Holly,

“Make’s sense, no one really knows until they get there but I know I’ll be in Slytherin, everyone in my family has been a Slytherin.” He doesn’t sound like he likes the idea of being one.

“It is treason, brother.” A girl with short bleach blond hair said as she walked up

“I know.” The girl looked at me

“Hello there,”

“Hi,” I said then she looked at her brother with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Brother, look towards the front window.” I looked to see Hagrid who was grinning and holding up two ice cream cones. I giggled a little

“That’s Hagrid, he works at Hogwarts.”

“I see, I heard he was a sort of servant.”

“He’s the gamekeeper,” I am starting to like this girl less and less. If she’s not careful she’s gonna have pink hair.

“Right, right, why are you hanging out with him anyway? Where are your parents?” Ok, forget pink, I think she needs swamp green hair

“Um, sister?” The boy started, making his sister look at him, “Is there something you wanted?”

“Oh, yes, father and I are done getting the books and told me to tell you to go straight to the wand shop once you’re done here.”

“Alright,” And with that, the girl walked out. “I’m sorry about her.”

“It’s ok, she kind of reminds me of my cousin,” I told him

“Oh, is your cousin going to Hogwarts too?” Before I could answer, Madam Malkin said I was done, so I hopped off the stool. “Well, I’ll see you at Hogwarts.”

“Bye, it was nice talking to you.” After Madam Malkin's, Hagrid and I ate our ice cream, he had gotten me vanilla fudge swirl, but then I remember something. “Hagrid, what’s Quidditch?”

“Blimey, I keep forgettin’ how little yeh know, it’s our sport. A wizard sport. It’s like- like football in the Muggle world.” Hagrid told me

“I see.” We finished our ice cream then went into a shop for parchment and quills. I ended up buying an ink that changes color as you write. After that we went to get my books then we went into a shop called ‘Apothecary’ to get potion ingredients after that Hagrid looked over my list

“Just yer wand left. A yeah, an’ I still haven’t got yeh a birthday present.” I blushed and played with my ponytail

“You really don’t have to.”

“I know. Tell yeh what, I’ll get yer animal. Yeh like animals right, you seem close to that fox in your bag there. Not a toad, toads went outta fashion years ago, yeh’d be laughed at. An’ I don’ like cats, they make me sneeze. I’ll get yer an owl. All the kids want owls, they’re dead useful, carry yer mail an’ everythin’.”

‘It would be nice to talk to another animal while you’re in class.’ Floare said as we made our way to the pet shop.

“Go look around an’ don’t worry about prices, just pick the one you like.” I blushed again then moved to throw the shop. I looked at all the owls, they were talking to one another, expiate for one. She was snow white and had yellow eyes, she was the only white owl in the shop. I walked up to her

“Hi,” I said to her, she looked up in surprise

‘Oh, hello,’ She said

“How would you like to come home with me?”

‘Really, you don’t want one that is darker so it’s easy to blend into the night?’ I thought, but not really, about it for a moment

“Na, I like you.” I took her off the hook as Hagrid came up

“Oh good, you found one you like.” He said

“Ya, I sure did.” After Hagrid paid, my owl went to sleep. As we walked out I couldn’t stop saying thanks over and over again

“Don’ mention it. Don’ expect you’ve had a lotta presents from the Dursleys. Just Ollivanders left now, only place for wands, and yeh gotta have the best wand.” I’ve been really looking forward to getting my wand. Ollivander looked like it had been here for sentries, as we walked up I noticed peeling gold letters over the door. It read ’Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.’, in the window there was a single wand laying on a faded purple cushion. We entered the shop and as Hagrid sat in the only chair in the room, I looked around at the thousands of narrow boxes.

“Good afternoon,” A soft voice said, making me jump about a foot in the air. I put a hand on my heart as I turned to see an old man standing next to me

“H-Hi,” I said trying to recover from my heartache

“Ah yes, I thought I’d be seeing you soon. Holly Potter.” That didn’t sound like a question. “You have your mother’s eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work.” He moved closer to me then took my hand. “Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it, it’s really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course.” He moved closer then moved my bangs. “And that’s where. I’m sorry to say I sold the wand that did it. Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands... well, if I’d known what that wand was going out into the world to do...” I looked down making him drop his finger from my bangs. “Rubeus! Rubeus Hagrid! How nice to see you again... Oak, sixteen inches, rather bendy, wasn’t it?”

“It was, sir, yes,” Hagrid said as I sighed, glad that conversation is over.

“Good wand, that one. But I suppose they snapped it in half when you got expelled?”

“Er, yes, they did, yes but I’ve still got the pieces, though,”

“But you don’t use them?”

“Oh, no, sir,” Mr. Ollivander doesn’t look like he believes that. Mr. Ollivander turned to me

“Well, now, Miss. Potter. Let me see.” He pulled out a tape measure out of his pocket. “Which is your wand arm?”

“Oh, um, I’m right-handed so...” I said holding out my right arm

“Good, good,” He measured all over “Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Miss. Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard’s wand.” Wow, I really think I should write all this witching stuff down. “Right then, Miss. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. just take it and give it a wave.” I took the wand and gave it a wave but nothing happened. Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of my hand. Then handed me another “Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try-” I did but again nothing, Mr. Ollivander took the wand “No, no, here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out.” I did, only to get the same result. I tried almost twenty wands “Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we’ll find the perfect match here somewhere -- I wonder, now -- yes, why not -- unusual combination -- cherry wood and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple.” I took the wand, there was a sudden warmth in my fingers. I gave it a wave and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like fireworks. “Very good and very curious...”

“What is?” I looked up at him to see that the smile he had a moment ago turned into a frown.

“I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Miss. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand gave another feather, just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother- why its brother gave you that scar.” My eyes widened as I looked from him to the wand in my hand. “Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember. I think we must expect great things from you, Miss. Potter. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things- terrible, yes, but great.” Wow, that’s a lot to take in, after I paid for my wand, Hagrid and I walked down Diagon Alley through the Leaky Cauldron, I have so many questions going throw my head that by the time Hagrid snapped me out of it we were in Paddington station.

“Got time for a bite to eat before yer train leaves,” Hagrid said, he bought me a hamburger and we sat in plastic seats to eat. “You all right, Holly? Yer very quiet,” I really don’t want to answer but Hagrid’s been so good to me

“I don’t know, it’s just that everyone thinks I’m special but I’m not. I didn’t even know about magic until today. I’m famous for something I don’t remember! How can they expect great things from somebody who doesn’t even know how she survived Vol-” I stopped myself. “He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.”

“Holly?” I looked up to see Hagrid who had a kind smile on his lips. “Everyone starts at the beginning at Hogwarts, you’ll be just fine. Just be yourself. I know it’s hard. Yeh’ve been singled out, an’ that’s always hard. But yeh’ll have a great time at Hogwarts, I did, still do, ’matter of fact.” I guess that helps a little but not by much, after we were done eating Hagrid helped me on the train that would take me home then he handed me an envelope. “Yer ticket for Hogwarts. First o’ September, King’s Cross, it’s all on yer ticket. Any problems with the Dursleys, send me a letter with yer owl, she’ll know where to find me. See yeh soon, Holly.”

"Bye Hagrid, thanks for a good birthday." He nodded then the train pulled out of the station. I made it to my seat and watched Hagrid but when I blinked he was gone. Wow, I can't what to learn that.

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