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Life At Hogwarts - Diagon Alley and Platform Nine and Three Quaters
This is part one but there is a prologue on my masterlist
notes: anything in italics is a thought and in bold is a reader’s note, I also apologize for any errors, I look forward to hearing any feedback!
Also I am staying close to the actual story with some minor adjustments. Stay tuned for more!!
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It is finally the day that you will get all the supplies you need for your first year at Hogwarts. You wrote a letter the day you were accepted to Hogwarts to Minerva McGonagall, the lady whose name was on your acceptance letter, explaining that you had no idea how to get your supplies and sent the owl back to her. You asked her for help and she quickly offered to meet you and take you to Diagon Alley to gather any materials that you might need.
Your father was out for the day so when you heard a knock at the door you knew that it had to be McGonagall. You raced to the front door, smoothed out your clothes to look presentable, and politely opened to door to greet your guest.
“Hello, my name is (Y/N). Thank you so much for taking me to get my books,” you rush out as you extend your hand to her. She takes your small outstretched hand in hers, her nimble fingers curling around your hand.
“My name is McGonagall. It is a pleasure to meet you” she replies politely her tall, elegant frame smiling down at you. “We had better get going if we want to get everything you need” she added.
  As you walked through the bustling cobblestone walkway your eyes darted from one store to the next in fascination.
“I think we should begin by going to Gringotts” McGonagall informed me as you stared in fascination at this new world around you.
“Okay, what’s at Gringotts” you trailed after the elegant woman.
“Gringotts is the bank that all wizards use. It is owned and operated by goblins” she answered simply. You arrived outside a white marble building that towers above all the other shops in Diagon Alley. You and McGonagall climbed the white stairs in between the large marble pillars to the bronze door that is guarded by two goblins dressed in uniforms of deep scarlet outlined in the purest yellow gold. Once through the bronze doors, we found ourselves in an entry hall staring at guarded silver doors engraved with ornate writing that reads:
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.
Once through those doors, we entered the marble hall with long counters on either side of the walkway. The counters had workstations every few feet with goblins carrying out different tasks. The room was light by candles in ornate holders and the crystal chandeliers hanging from the vaulted ceiling. As we walked, our steps echoed. The only other sounds in the room were the scribbling of quills and the ticking of a large golden clock that rested on a ledge above a door leading off to the right. We step up to a counter once a goblin become available.
“(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) would like to make a withdrawal” McGonagall states.
“Come with me the goblin” commands and walks away as you and McGonagall follow closely behind.
“I have an account here” you question McGonagall as you trail behind the goblin.
“You were your mother’s sole heir when she passed. Everything that she had she left to you” McGonagall stated giving you a solemn look.
“My mother was a witch” you turn on McGonagall with wide eyes, astonished with the new information.
“She was, indeed, an immensely powerful witch at that. Has your father told you nothing about her” she asked with a frown etched on her face.
“Only that it’s my fault she died” you mumbled but she still heard what you said. The goblin leads you and McGonagall from the beautiful marble hallways to a stone passageway dimly lit by flaming torches. We all three got into a cart that was on the mini train tracks, the goblin behind the controls. We descended into the tunnel at a rapid pace. The goblin drove the cart around turns as we soared along the track; McGonagall’s face remained stoic while you laughed as the wind whipped through your hair. The cart comes to a sudden stop jarring you a bit as it was unexpected.
“Vault 737” the goblin announces as he exits the cart. He walks up to the door and drags a finger down it and you hear a resounding clank as the door unlocks. You walk into the room followed closely by McGonagall.
“My mom was rich?” you asked as you looked around the room piled with gold, jewels, and artifacts.
“I would have expected nothing less from a woman of her standing” McGonagall replied calmly as she hands you a small pouch for you to point some coins into. You load the pouch with gold coins and hand it to McGonagall for safe keeping. After getting your money the goblin takes you and McGonagall to back to the stone passageway you came from. You exit the cart and walk back through the glorious entryway of the bank, out the doors, and onto the cobblestone walkway of Diagon Alley.
“Okay, the first item on the list is a wand” you read off to McGonagall.
“To Ollivander’s” she directs. As soon as you arrive at the narrow shop you see gold lettering above the door that is beginning to peel telling you that you are in the right place.
“While you get your wand, I will go get your books” she states and she hands you 7 galleons for your wand. You wave to her as you turn to enter the wand shop a smile on your face. An old man was behind the counter and wands were in stacked in boxes and shoved into cubbies all around the store. He lifted his head up from whatever type of wand he was looking at and his shinning pale eyes met your (y/e/c) ones in the dim light.
“Why, hello there” he starts. “Here for your wand already Ms. (Y/L/N). I remember when each of your parents came in to buy their first wands” he recalled. You felt the wind rush out of your lungs; my father is a wizard. You shook your head slightly and the smile returned to your face although this one didn’t quite reach your eyes. The man across the counter seemed to realize your change in expression.
“My apologies I shouldn’t have brought up you mother, it’s a terrible thing that happened to her” Ollivander rushed out offering you condolences. He pulls out a wand and hands it to you. You grip the wand and stare at it expectantly.
“Well give it a wave” he orders and your face heats realizing you had been standing there looking foolish. You wave the wand and boxes start flying out of the cubbies behind Ollivander and you gently place the wand down. You and Ollivander both clearly surprised at the result.
“Different than your father then” Ollivander thinks out loud. Different indeed, you agree internally.
“Perhaps this wand will do the trick” he announces as he hands you a different wand. You wave this wand and the boxes of wands you had previously pulled out of the cabinets swirled around smacking you and Ollivander and you set that wand down as well a confused look crosses the man’s face briefly before he grabs another box.
“And different from your mother” he adds as you pick up the third wand. You pause slightly before waving the wand and you glow under the wand.
“Very nice wand Ms. Barnes. Vine wood with a phoenix feather core 10 ¾ inches and unyielding flexibility (this was the wand I got on Pottermore if you would like to insert your own wand here). I believe that you are capable of greatness, use it well” he advises as you pay for your wand. You exit the shop and find McGonagall waiting for you with all your books in hand. You quickly take the books from her, so she doesn’t have to carry them and thank her for picking them up for you.
“So, my father is also a wizard” you start as you and McGonagall walk to get your robes from Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
“Yes, he was” she replied curtly, not offering you any more information than you already had. You arrived outside the purple shop it also has gold lettering, same as Ollivander’s, and it has a rounded display window that is currently showing off robes for students. You go into the shop and quickly get fitted for you robes. You buy the three sets of plain robes you need as well as the protective gloves, black pointy hat, and the winter cloak. You rush out of the crowded shop and breath a sigh of relief and McGonagall shoots you a small smile. The next place on the list is Potage’s Cauldron Shop. You and McGonagall walk to the northside of Diagon Alley to the shop. There is a sign outside advertising the different types of cauldrons available. You open the burgundy door and head into the small shop expertly finding a pewter size two cauldron. You make your purchase and leave ready to check off another item on the list. Mr. Mulpepper's Apothecary is the next place on the list you dip into the store and buy your set of phials that your required to have. The next stop is Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment where you buy your telescope and your brass scales. You saved the best shop for last; you are allowed to choose on pet an owl, a cat, or a toad. You decided that you wanted an owl, so you and McGonagall walk to Eeylops Owl Emporium. There are owl cages hanging outside of the dark shop. You entered the shop and were instantly fascinated by all the owls. The shop had Barn owls, Brown owls, Screech owls, Snowy owls, Tawny owls, and Barred owls. You practically bounced from cage to cage entranced by each owl until you came across a small female snowy owl that looked up at you with its wide eyes and you immediately knew that you wanted that owl. You paid for the owl, the cage, and food for the owl while grinning and McGonagall couldn’t help but laugh quietly at the sight. As you left the Owl Emporium you noticed the shop across the walkway, Quality Quidditch Supplies. You wove through the crowd of people and stood in front of the shop looking at the brooms they had on display in the window.
“First years aren’t allowed to play quidditch,” McGonagall informs and your smile drops, “but you can always try-out next year.”
“Yeah, next year” you mumble to yourself as you keep your eyes locked on the brooms.
“I think we should eat, get your bags, and head to the train station” McGonagall plans and you nod in agreement. You turn to leave Diagon Alley but you turn back to give one last glance at the brooms, little did you know McGonagall watched you with mischief in her eyes but it was gone the second you turned back around.
  You and McGonagall arrived a King’s Cross Train Station. You had all your things piled on a cart.
“Here is your ticket” McGonagall states as she hands you your ticket.
“Thank you.”
“Now remember you get to platform 9 and ¾ by walking through the wall that separates platform nine and platform ten,” she explains once again, “I have to go back to Hogwarts, I’ll see you when you get there.”
“Okay, I’ll see you at Hogwarts” you repeat, and she walks away leaving you to board the train. You walk through the station searching for platforms nine and ten. You find the platforms and more importantly the wall that separates them. After you take a quick breath you walk into the wall just like McGonagall told you and when you come out the side of the wizarding world you are met with a black and red train as well as other students. You board the train easily and you hear the whistle blow. As you walk down the narrow corridor of the train you look for a compartment with other people that look friendly. You walk up to a compartment just as the trolley lady is leaving.
“Hi. Do guys mind if I join you” you ask looking between the boy with black hair and glasses and the boy with the red hair.
“No. Come on in” the dark-haired boy answers. I sit beside him, and I notice his lap is filled with sweets. I guess I know why the trolley lady was stopped here so long.
“My name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N” I introduce smiling at both boys.
“I’m Ron Weasley” the red-haired boy states.
“And I’m Harry Potter” the raven-haired boy adds.
“Nice to meet you both” you answer.
“You too” they both reply.
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Received the Letter (Life at Hogwarts - Prologue)
Hello! This is my first time writing so I’m a little nervous. This is just the prologue to give a little insight to the life of the main character. Hope everyone enjoys!
Warning: Alcohol abuse and Parental Abuse (Do not read if either of these trigger you)
It is the morning of your eleventh birthday. You wake up to light streaming in from your bedroom window pulling you out of your slumber. You slowly sit up in your bed and toss the covers back.
Just another day in paradise, you think sarcastically to yourself as you exit your room. As you reach the stairs the nauseating smell of liquor wafts up from the living room. The smell of alcohol like an actual punch in the nose.
Don’t make any loud movements. Get breakfast and go straight back to the room, you say to yourself as you attempt to stop your hands from trembling. You creep into the kitchen and slowly make yourself a bowl of cereal being as quite as possible. After grabbing a spoon, you sneak back up the stairs to your room. Once back in your safe place you sit and eat your breakfast in peace while listening to see if your pathetic excuse for a father had managed to wake up from his alcohol induced slumber. As soon as you finished your breakfast you walked over to you widow and pushed it open. The second the window was opened an owl flew straight into your room and perched on the foot-board of your bed.
“What do you have there,” you whispered reaching out to take the letter from its beak. The owl easily released the letter a turned its head looking at you strangely with its wide intelligent eyes. You hesitantly reached out to stroke its head. The owl gently nuzzled into your outstretched palm; you gently smile at the beautiful bird. You pull your hand away from the owl and turn your attention back to the letter. In the envelope is a beautifully scripted letter that states:
              Dear Miss (Y/L/N),
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
You know that your beaming when you finish the letter, this could finally be your chance to start a new life become who it is you’re meant to be. You immediately begin preparing for school at Hogwarts.
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… they are talking about the mission to keep Hitchcock from spilling on himself for the rest of the day. Please watch brooklyn nine-nine!
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ET Canada making things right with Chris Evans.
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Y'all. This is a fucking global emergency.
Some quick facts:
The Amazon rainforest is responsible for 20% of the world's oxygen. (**edit below)
It's home to numerous species of wildlife.
It is referred to as the lungs of the Earth.
And it's been burning for weeks, and no one is talking about it.
What is happening right now is an emergency that should be concerning all of us. The air we breath is at stake. This isn't exaggerating. Our lungs are destroyed as we speak and we are only just finding out.
This is our future. Are you upset about Spiderman? Same. Were you sad over Notre Dame? Same. But this is so much more important.
SPEAK UP. GET THIS KNOWN. Even if you can't do anything else, at least raise awareness to put some pressure out there on those who can do something. OUR HOME IS AT STAKE. The skies in São Paulo turned black. We are losing our most valued rainforest. WE CANNOT JUST SIT BACK.
**Edit: Many of you pointed out how the 20% oxygen phrase can be misleading (and many thanks, don't want to misinform). So, to clarify, it means that the rainforest provides us with an amount of oxygen that is then used by living organisms to survive. It is not a surplus, however; its carbon footprint is neutral because all this oxygen is used up. However, it remains essential, because, without it, we are left with less oxygen to sustain the organisms living now, which means some organisms will die. Also, without the forest, we will have fewer sources that absorb carbon dioxide, so greenhouse effects will be more pronounced. Many thanks for pointing this out.
If you want to help, I have reblogged a list of links with ways to help. Will keep it on the top of my dash for the next days.
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AVENGERS
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May 4th, 2019 - Querétaro, México: Tom did Peter and Ned’s handshake today with a fan at Conque 2019!
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@Avengers: “I’ve said to myself, don’t forget this.” The cast of Marvel Studios’ #AvengersEndgame talk about their favorite Marvel memory.
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UGHHH LOOK AT THIS CUTIE AND HIS TONGUE 😩❤️❤️😍
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THE PEOPLE BEHIND HIM ARE NOT IMPRESSED…😂
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Maybe they’re jealous that they aren’t getting any “tongue action” (tht came out dirty but it isn’t! 😂)
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~Chris Evans at the Avengers Endgame Shanghai Fan Event (18/04/2019)
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We’re the Avengers. We gotta finish this. [insp]
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The two dudes were crazy stupid fine #Cap #IronMan #Luis
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Please, please let this happen😭😭😂😂
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