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By popular petition, here is chapter two of Parental Advisory. Hope you like it!

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Parental Advisory II: Diagon Alley

Per the Headmaster�s insistence Harry had agreed on an escort in his trip to Diagon Alley. Severus had, once again, been reluctantly dragged along for the trip, though we have to say in his defence Hagrid had been the only member of the staff to volunteer after both the Headmaster and Minerva�s recounting of their visit to Number 4, Privet Drive.
Snape and a huge man Harry didn�t know walked towards Number 4 from Mss Fig�s house. They had decided against muggle transportation and instead they�d be flooing to a connection noodle from her house and then apparating near the Leaky Cauldron. They would have flooded straight to the pub, but his apparition at the place would most probably cause a stir and flooing was easily traceable; there was no need to make Harry�s direction public knowledge.
Harry was introduced to the giant, and not feeling in the mood to talk he soon fell silent besides Snape. Hagrid�s attempts at conversation went unacknowledged and by the time they arrived at London he had stopped trying to strike a conversation with the teen altogether.
Harry�s eyes slid from a bookstore to a record shop. As Snape strode with purpose towards them, suddenly a building seemed to pop up between the two shops. It was a dingy, little old-looking pub with a run down sign that proclaimed �the Leaky Cauldron� �the last �o� was missing, apparently having fallen a long time ago- hanging above the door. The inside was no better than the outside. It was dark and shabby, with a strong sense of stagnation to it. Here and there robe-wearing people sat at the tables, talking and drinking, with the occasional shout mixed in. Some of them turned to look at the newcomers, smiling warmly at the half-giant and averting their gazes as soon as they caught sight of the sour potion�s professor.
�It�s like we stepped back in time.� muttered Harry darkly.
While Hagrid seemed eager to stop at the pub and procure some drinks, Severus� tight-lipped expression dissuaded him and soon he was leading them out the back door to a small, walled courtyard. There was nothing there but trash and overgrown weeds. Harry glanced around and was most obviously about to say something scathing when Snape stepped forward and started counting bricks, tapping them with his wand. The bricks started quivering as he ended the pattern of �taps� and quickly the whole wall was wriggling as if about to fall. The bricks then began to move and rearranged themselves into a large archway that opened onto a crowded street Harry had to assume was no other than Diagon Alley.
�Welcome to Diagon Alley.� Announced Hagrid, clearly expecting Harry to act all wide-eyed and fascinated. As if. It looked medieval.
�No planned urbanization. How quaint.� Muttered the teen, feeling sarcastic. In the mood to rant, he turned on Hagrid, who he was sure would be a much more willing... �participant� than Severus�d ever be. �I�ll never understand why they chose a dingy pub, clearly not children-friendly, as the entrance to the Wizarding�s World main representative in Great Britain. Really. It�s stupid. And look! There are no signs. How are we supposed to find our way?� whined the teen.
Ignoring both the half-giant and Potter�s chatter, Snape steered them towards Gringotts.
Harry�s eyes widened at the sight of the impressive snowy white building looming ahead of them. Now that was style!
�That is Gringotts, the wizarding bank.� Hagrid explained, nodding at a goblin that guarded the imposing bronze doors. �That�s a goblin. They run the bank; they are the only creatures you would want guarding your money. They hate wizards, though. Nasty little buggers.�
Now, Harry knew about magic, but nothing in his life had prepared him to meet a room full of goblins, counting coins, examining sparkling gems and other trinkets with thick eyepieces.
When they managed to be attended by one of the free goblins, the creature looked down at them in distaste as he motioned them to follow another goblin. Harry seemed fascinated by the creatures, and wouldn�t stop asking about the bank until they arrived at his vault. The vicious-looking goblin, named Gripkook, had apparently taken an instant liking to the boy, and his razor-shaped smile had a less sinister edge when directed at the teen. Though Severus would never say so, he was almost sure the goblin had taken them on an unnecessary tour around the vaults in the way back, as Harry had been enjoying the roller coaster-like ride.
�Goblins rule.� Stated Harry as they walked down the busy street outside of Gringotts. He had a crazed-looking smile a mile long and he still had trouble getting his breath under control after the exhilarating ride. �That was so much fun!�
The sun shinned down from above and gave light to the bustling area full of witches and wizards going about their shopping. He skipped down the street, head swivelling in all directions as he tried to take in the sights all in once, previous bad mood forgotten.
�Here we are.� voiced Hagrid, stopping in front of a narrow, shabby shop. The letters above the door in faded gold proclaimed the shop Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. �I�d rather wait outside, if you don�t mind. It�ll be a little crowded in there.�
With a depreciating parting glare from Snape to the giant�s umbrella they both entered the shop, leaving the semigiant at the door.
'Good afternoon,' said a soft voice, managing to startle Harry, though Snape seemed to have been expecting it. �I am Mr. Ollivander.� His silver eyes pierced Harry�s, and then traced his scar with morbid fascination. �Mr. Potter. I thought I would be seeing you soon� he added quietly.
Harry stepped back slightly, working to get closer to the door. That man was creepy, in capital letters!
�I remember your parents, James and Lily Potter, yes. I distinctly remember the day they both came to my shop for their wands. I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. Powerful wands they had too, but the wand chooses the wizard, after all.�
Mr. Ollivander pulled out a long measure tape from his pocket.
�Which is your wand arm?�
Mr. Ollivander let the tape measure go and it came to life measuring Harry on its own. Harry seemed alarmed by the rather strange measuring �but he seemed to be creeped out enough he did not dare make a single joke about it. All the sarcastic comments he had thought of earlier on vanished from his mind, too occupied keeping an eye on the strange old man. Mr. Ollivander went to the rows of boxes lining the walls and began taking dusty boxes down from different spots.
�That�s enough� he said suddenly. The measure tape stopped and fell lifeless to the floor. �Here you are, try this one. Cherry Wood and dragon heartstring. Twelve inches. Quite supple. Take it and give it a wave.�
Harry took the wand and waved it around feeling incredibly foolish, only to have it quickly snatched out of his hand by Mr. Ollivander.
�Oakwood and unicorn hair. Eleven inches, willowy. Try it.�
Harry waved the wand and it was quickly snatched out of his hand by the old man. Harry had to bite his lip to keep from snapping at him. Such rudeness!
�Willow and threstal feather. A rare combination, I must say. Ten inches and quite springy. Go on, give it wave.�
Three destroyed pieces of furniture and thirty-two wands later, Harry was ready to give up and look into a custom-made wand somewhere else. Ollivander, however, seemed to get more excited with each failed attempt.
He took another wand and reverently held it out to Harry.
�I wonder, now- yes, why not- unusual combination- holly and phoenix feather, 11 inches, nice and supple.� (1)
Harry took the wand. For a moment nothing happened, as he once more stood there, feeling stupid. Then, a sudden warmth engulfed his fingers. Wishing the whole experience was already over, he raised the wand above his head and brought it swishing down. A colourful mix of sparks erupted from the tip, and a much relieved Harry let out a tired sigh. At last! His relief was short-lived, however, as Mr. Ollivander cried,
�Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well . . .how curious . . . how very curious . . .�(2)
�Sorry,� said Harry, feeling slightly peeved �but what's so curious?�
Mr. Ollivander fixed Harry with his pale stare once more, and the teen had to resist the urge to smack himself. Why, pray tell, did he have to ask?
�As I said before, I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. 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. The wand chooses the wizard, remember. . .I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter. . .After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things -terrible, yes, but great.�(3)
Harry shivered, feeling nauseous. He didn�t know what was worst, Ollivander�s declaration about his �greatness� or the way the old man had spoken about Voldemort, almost reverentially.
He paid the seven Galleons Mr. Ollivander asked for and got out of the shop as fast as he could, a pale-looking Snape �well, paler than usual, in any case- hot on his heels.
The sunny disposition of the alley seemed to lift their spirits after the dusty, dark shop, though Harry spent the next five minutes ranting on what a pervert Mr. Ollivander was, for good measure, as Severus tuned him out.
Their next stop was Flourish and Blotts, the bookshop.
�Damn. This is a big bookstore.� commented Harry as they stepped inside. �Think they have a catalogue or something?�
Severus directed a scathing glare at him, then muttered:
�I will be in the Dark Arts section. Find me once you have all your books.�
Finding himself suddenly alone in the shop, Harry shrugged and started looking for his school books. With an eye on the mischief he could cause once in Hogwarts, he made sure to buy several books on muggles and their inventions, written, of course, by pureblood wizards. To round his purchase he picked up some books on warding, history books, and everything they had on defence. He had a feeling he�d need the last ones soon. With a Cheshire smile he approached the section on prank books and started browsing.
�I need this one...� he mused under his breath, pulling an orange book titled �One Thousand Useful Spells for Pranking� and adding it to his growing pile. �Oh, and look at this one...�A Comprehensive Guide to the Noble Art of Pranking, by Ageus Livio�! Have to have that one too, and this one...�
Fifteen prank books and several scared customers later, Harry was ready to leave the store, but first he had to pay.
�I couldn�t find any introductory pamphlets for muggle-born/muggle-raised wizards.� He drawled, looking bored, as he tried to distract the clerk from his purchases; he had been taking too long looking at the titles in obvious curiosity, though whether it stirred from his identity or the rather large number of volumes he didn�t know. �I presume there are none which is, economically-speaking, stupid.� He accused, looking at him dead in the eye. Really, why would someone leave such a niche open when it could be truly beneficial, financially speaking, to anyone with the most basic understanding of wizarding ways? That was all that was required for the production of an introductory pamphlet, after all.
The clerk rang his purchases quickly after that, looking lost at the question, and soon Harry was looking for Snape.
Once outside, Snape instructed Hagrid to take him to Madam Malkin�s while he went to the Apothecary.
Harry let himself be steered into another shop meekly, too busy thinking of the pranks he could pull once at Hogwarts.
�I'm Madam Malkin. Starting at Hogwarts this fall, dear?� she said, smiling. Before Harry could answer she spoke again, leading him to a low stool. �It�s a little late to be shopping for school robes, but I�m sure we�ll have them ready in no time dear, don�t worry. Now, stand still.� She instructed, throwing a long black robe over his head, pinning at the right length with quick speed.
Snape came in just as Harry was proclaimed all done by Madam Malkin. He hopped lightly down from the stool and walked to the counter to pay for his robes.
�Do you have Hogwarts� scarves, Madam?� Harry asked politely, the only thing betraying his innocent facade his twinkling eyes.
�I have them in the House colours, dear. Which one do you want?� the witch asked kindly.
�No, that�s not what I meant. I want a Hogwarts scarf, with all Hogwarts colours.� He explained, eyes wide and voice sweet and shy.
�I�m afraid we don�t have a scarf with all the colours, dear. I don�t think anyone�s ever asked for one.�
Answered the witch, looking bewildered at the strange request.
�But...� Harry whimpered, biting his lower lip and giving her his best puppy-eyes.
Madam Malkin seemed to fight with herself for a moment, then offered:
�I can charm you one with all the colours, dear. Would you like that?�
Harry�s smile could have lit a stadium. He nodded energetically and cooed over the brightly coloured scarf the witch produced, with an embroidered Hogwarts crest. The scarf had large vertical strips in slytherin green, ravenclaw blue, hufflepuff yellow and gryffindor red, with narrower strips interspersed in silver, bronze, black and gold. He put his robes and his carefully folded scarf in bags and they walked out of the shop, leaving a pensive witch behind. Harry was betting on Hogwarts� scarves being the next wizarding trend, if Madam Malkin�s look was anything to go by.
A couple of stops later they were all done. Having all his stuff shrunk with a timed shrinking charm and holding his new trunk �he�d somehow convinced Snape a stop at the trunk shop was absolutely necessary- Harry was soon side-along apparated in a little alley near Privet Drive. With a martial salute he waved goodbye to the two wizards, walking towards his house in high spirits.

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(1) Quoted directly from the book: �I wonder, now- yes, why not- unusual combination- holly and phoenix feather, 11 inches, nice and supple.� (Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone, p.83)
(2) Quoted directly from the book: �Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well . . .how curious . . . how very curious . . .� (Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone, p.84)
(3) Quoted directly from the book: �I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. [...] 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. The wand chooses the wizard, remember. . .I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter. . .After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things -terrible, yes, but great.� (Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone, p.84)

In the next Chapter, the train to Hogwarts. (I'm still writting that part, though I've already finished with the sorting ^.^)
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