The Diagon Alley

The greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places.

-Roald Dahl

It was settled already by Pepper and others. Hagrid took Harry and Morgan from the Quinjet to their school shopping.

Hagrid opens the door for the group, and they enter; the pub is dimly lit, filled with men and women wearing cloaks. The room is filled with joyful chatter. Morgan, Harry, and Hagrid entered into the "Leaky Cauldron" as they call it. It was a dark shabby pub. In a corner, there were old women, who were drinking, and a woman who was smoking a pipe as long as her arm.

"Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?" A man behind the bar asks and stared at Harry and Morgan, "Good Lord. Is this? Can this be them?" He said peering.

"Bless my soul. It's Morgan and Harry Potter!" he exclaimed, the entire bar stopped, everything went quiet and everybody started staring and shouting.

Pepper had an important meeting with the council. Charles and Jean using their power were invisible, took the assumed twins with a half-giant named, Hagrid to the Diagon Alley. They were practically overjoyed on seeing such an unbelievable scene right now.

"I can't believe it! It is really Mr. and Ms. Potter! Welcome back!" The bartender said.

Morgan held Charles's invisible hand, tightly, while Harry returned the same gesture with Jean. Soon everyone was on their feet, coming to Harry and Morgan, they were shaking their hands, saying words of encouragement and some questions about James, and Lily Potter.

"Welcome back, Mr. and Miss Potter. Welcome back." A man says, as he enthusiastically shakes Morgan's hand. Harry and Morgan turn away, only to be confronted by an oddly dressed woman.

"Doris Crockford. I can't believe I'm meeting you two at last." she shakes their hands."So proud, Mr. and Ms. Potter, I'm just so proud."

"Always wanted to shake your hand -- I'm all of a flutter."

"Delighted, Mr. and Ms. Potter, just can't tell you, Diggle's the name, Dedalus Diggle."

"I've seen you before!" said Harry, as Dedalus Diggle's top hat fell off in his excitement.

"You bowed to us once in a shop." Morgan continues.

"They remember!" cried Dedalus Diggle, looking around at everyone. "Did you hear that? They remember me!"

" Harry a-and Mo-Morgan P-Po-Potter. C-Can't tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you," A man with a turban stuttered.

"Professor! Didn't see yeh there. Harry, Morgan, this 'ere's Professor Quirrell. He'll be yeh Defense 'gainst the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts," Hagrid informed them.

"F-F-Fearfully f-fascinating subject. N-Not that you n-need it P-P-Potters," Professor Quirrell said stumbling over his own words. Poor guy. His eyes flickered from Morgan's to Harry's forehead, probably looking at their scar.

"Oh, nice to meet you," Morgan said softly as she outstretches her hand to him.

"Yes, well, must get on, lots teh buy," Hagrid said while he dragged them, to what seems like a back door to the pub.

"See, tol' yeh two you are famous," Hagrid said while leading them to a solid brick wall.

"Why are we famous, Hagrid?" Harry asked.

'Because I am a Stark?' Morgan thinks which makes Charles smile.

"Don't think I'm the right one teh tall yeh that," he told them, and Hagrid then turned to the wall. The wall started parting. The wall was wiggling and jiggling until an archway appeared, giving out a cobbled street so long and twisted it looks like it would never, ever end.

The brick he had touched quivered -- it wriggled -- in the middle, a small hole appeared -- it grew wider and wider -- a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.

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

Morgan and Harry stood there with wide eyes. Hagrid grinned at their amazement.

They stepped through the archway. 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."

Hagrid introduced the town-like place. It was amazing. There were children, people in cloaks, parents discussing things, cafes, bookstores and a lot more.

"Seventeen sickles an ounce for dragon liver. Are they mad!?" a plump lady exclaims.

"It says brass, Trevor. As such you will get brass," said a mother walking into a store with her son."There it is! The new Nimbus Two Thousand! Runs a good twenty times faster than the old Comets. Neil Marks himself rides it for the Chudley Cannons!" A boy exclaimed, he was surrounded by kids admiring...

"A broomstick?" Morgan said surprised.

"Mind you, don't drop your bottle of eel's eye, Belinda, I will not buy you another," a father said to his daughter. They begin to walk forward, into the busy alley. Hagrid is happily explaining the many different shops to them.

There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Morgan had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon....

"Gringotts," said Hagrid.

They had reached 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 a goblin.

"Yeah, that's a goblin," said Hagrid quietly as they walked up the white stone steps toward him. He bowed as they walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:

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.

"Like I said, Yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it," said Hagrid. A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Hagrid, Charles, Jean, Harry, and Morgan made their way across the floor and the high counter.

"Morning," said Hagrid to a free goblin. "We've come ter take some money outta Mr. Harry Potter's and Ms.Morgan Potter's safes."

"You have their keys, Sir?"

"Got it here somewhere," said Hagrid, and he started emptying his pockets onto the counter, scattering a handful of moldy dog biscuits over the goblin's book of numbers. The goblin wrinkled his nose.Jean and Morgan watched the goblin on their right weighing a pile of rubies as big as glowing coals.

"Got it," said Hagrid at last, holding up a tiny golden key. The goblin looked at it closely.

"That seems to be in order."

"An' I've also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore," said Hagrid importantly, throwing out his chest. "It's about the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen."

The goblin read the letter carefully. "Very well," he said, handing it back to Hagrid, "I will have Someone take you down to both vaults. Griphook!"

Griphook was yet another goblin. Once Hagrid had crammed all the dog biscuits back inside his pockets, the group followed Griphook toward one of the doors leading off the hall.

"What's the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen?" Morgan asked.

"Can't tell yeh that," said Hagrid mysteriously. "Very secret. Hogwarts business. Dumbledore's trusted me. More'n my job's worth ter tell yeh that."

Charles looked at Hagrid intensely to try to get a hint on what it could be that was so important, and yes he got to know about the Sorcerer's Stone. He can read minds.

They found the vault to be overflowing with gold, silver, and bronze coins, named galleons, sickles, and knuts in James Potter's vault. Hagrid also wished to visit another vault while they were down there.

Inside the other vault was a single package; a tiny wrapped up a stone-shaped object. Hagrid was quick to get it inside his coat, and away from the two kid's prying eyes.

"Might as well get yer uniform," said Hagrid, nodding toward Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Listen, Harry and Aria, would yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts." He did still look a bit sick, so Harry and I entered Madam Malkin's shop alone, feeling nervous. Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.

"Hogwarts, dear?" she said when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here -- another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."

In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face with blue twinkling eyes was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.

"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"My father's next door buying my books," said the boy. He had a cheerful voice, which reminded Morgan of someone she knew.

"Mmm...Do I know you?" She asked out of curiosity.

"I don't think so. Have we meet?" The boy asked.

"Nah. You're right. We haven't met, yet."

"Hoping to meet at Hogwarts." The boy said, shaking his hands with Harry.

'Aww' Harry whispered as he thought the boy crushed his hands. Harry and Morgan stared at him as he walked out of the shop.

"We still need..." Harry started, as they meet up with Hagrid in the streets.

"...A wand," Morgan finished. The kids looked innocently at Hagrid, but it looked like he's seen a ghost.

"Yeh two need to stop doin' that, give me the heebie jeebies," Hagrid said while leading them to a shop window.

"Ollivanders. There ain't no place better." Hagrid says as they walk up to a building. "Run along there and wait. I got one more thing to do, won't be too long." He tells them, leaving them out the front of the wand shop.

Harry and Morgan both smile at each other and enter the shop. They walked into a dark, dusty place.

"Achoo!" Morgan sneezed.

"You are ok Morgan?" Harry asked with concern.

"Yes, Harry. Just allergies," Morgan replied with a sniffle.

"I doubt that. Hello?"Harry calls out,

"Hello?" Morgan repeats. A man with white hair and glasses suddenly appears, making them jump slightly.

"Mr. Potter and Ms. Potter, I've been expecting you," a hoarse voice came from the shadows of shelves with many narrow boxes heating the shelves up. He extended two boxes for Harry and Morgan to take, they unwrapped the wand, unaware of what to do with it they both just looked at Ollivander with a questioning look.

"Well, give it a wave," Ollivander suggests.

That's exactly what Morgan did; she smashed an entire shelf, making the pile of wand boxes falling. And Harry making a vase break and throwing a pile of sticks in the corner. They quickly put the wand in the box. After many several times trying, and more boxes piled about their feet.

Harry and Morgan dropped to the floor next to all the other fallen and broken things.

"I wonder," Ollivander said while stalking off. Ollivander hovering on top of them, giving them two boxes. They stood up and gingerly took the box, they unwrapped the wand covered in a velvet cloth.

Morgan and Harry took a deep breath and lifted the wand, looked at each other, "TOGETHER" they said and waved it, and suddenly a spotlight appeared, and the wind blew in their faces making their neatly settled hair messy. The wands both produce a golden glow and a soft wind.

"Curious. Very curious," Ollivander said to himself.

"Excuse me..." Morgan said politely, as Jean nudged her.

"...What's curious?" Harry asked. Ollivander had the expression, as if like he'd just seen a ghost.

"Yeah tell us what's so curious?"Morgan and Harry asked together.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold Miss Potter. It so happens that it was the same Phoenix who gave the feathers for both your wands, gave one last feather. It only gave three. It is curious that you two should be destined for these wands when their brother gave you those scars," Ollivander says menacingly.

Harry looked tensed. Morgan looked tensed as well as curious.

"Who owned that wand?" Morgan asked.

"We do not speak his name, Ms. Potter," Ollivander replied. "And as I said, the wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter, and Ms. Potter. It's not always clear why. But I think it's clear that we can expect great things from you two. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things... Evil, but great," he said while handing over the narrow boxes.

'Evil but great' Morgan thought.

"Harry! Morgan!" They hear someone calling, along with a persistent tap on the glass window. They glance over to the window, to see Hagrid standing there with a birdcage, with a snowy owl inside.

They paid for the wands and ran outside. Morgan and Harry went out and saw Hagrid with a cage, one with a fully white owl.

They all sat at a table in the far corner of the Leaky Cauldron. Hagrid was staring at Harry and Morgan, while Morgan was steering her coffee.

"Harry, should we call him HEDWIG?" Morgan asked. Harry nods.

"Why yeh so quiet 'Arry?" Hagrid grumbled.

"He killed my parents, didn't he? The one that gave us these scars," Harry said.

"You know about him, don't you," Morgan said, but Charles tried to stop her.

Hagrid looked frightful and fearful, "'Course I know. Who do yeh think carried yeh out o' your house, 'Alloween night, 10 years ago. Who do yeh think brought yeh ter Dumbledore an' watched him giving yeh Mr..Stark and Dursleys? 'Course I know," Hagrid replied gruffly, then leaned in closer and said, "Firs' und'rstand this, 'cause it's important: not all yer wizards are good. Some go bad. Years ago there was this on' wizard who went as bad as yeh could go. His name was...was...was.." Hagrid said, looking concerned about the man's name.

"Maybe if you could just write it down?" Morgan suggested in her American accent.

"Nah, I can't spell it. All right, Voldemort," Hagrid said in a whisper, but loud for them to hear.

"It was dark times, 'Arry and Morgan, dark times. Voldemort started to gather some followers. Brought them over to the Dark Side. Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead. 'Arry's parents fought against him. But nobody lived once he decided to kill them. Nobody, not one. Except you two." Hagrid said.

"Us? Voldemort tried to kill us?" Harry asks, looking shocked.

"Yes. Those aren't any ordinary cuts on yeh foreheads. A mark like th't only comes from being touched by a curse, and an evil curse at th't." Hagrid explains darkly, still looking very uncomfortable with the subject.

"What happened to V--? To You-Know-Who?" Morgan corrects herself mid-sentence.

"Well, some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he's out there still, too tired to carry on. But one thing absolutely certain. Something about you two stumped him that night. That's why you're famous. That's why everybody knows your names. You're the Twins no, The Kids That Lived."

Before leaving, Hagrid handled them two tickets.

"9 ¾ PLATFORM?" Morgan and Harry exclaim as they step inside the Quinjet.

"UTTER MADNESS," Morgan said while Charles astonished looks at her.

The next upcoming days, they spent their time training with Charles and Jean on how to stop someone from seeing their childhood memories. Charles had put a barrier causing their childhood memory hidden from everyone but not from them.