Diagon Alley
“Hem, hem, another note has appeared announcing the arrival of a new person,” Umbridge spoke over the crowd and Marlene Mckinnon Black dropped into the room and both Sirius and Lily rushe over.
“Marlene,” Sirius whispered, pulling his wife into a hug. Marlene was greeted with lots of hugs before the movie started again.
Scene:
Streets of London. Hagrid and Harry are walking now with Calla, however Briar is no longer with them.
“Where's, Briar?” Lily asked
“She went ahead with professor Snape while I traveled alongside my brother,” Calla informed her
Harry: 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. Can we find all this in London?
Many witches and wizards laughed at his question.
Hagrid: If you know where to go.
They go to a corner store and enter, The Leaky Cauldron.
{Music and talking}
Barkeep Tom: Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?
Hagrid: No thanks, Tom. I'm on official Hogwarts business today. Just helping young Harry and Calla here buy his school supplies.
Tom: Bless my soul. It's Harry Potter.
The pub goes silent.
“I’ve never heard the Leaky Cauldron so quiet,” Susan Bones said shocked
A man comes up and shakes Harry's hand. Calla shuffles slowly away.
Man: Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back.
“Why is no one saying anything about you?” James asked
“Because I’m not the Boy Who Lived, just his sister,” Calla whispered, trying not to be jealous.
A witch comes up and shakes Harry's hand, as well.
“Will they all stop hounding my son,” Lily spat angrily as the two of them pulled their children between them.
Calla is now half hidden in the shadows of the edges of the tavern.
Witch: Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter. I can't believe I'm meeting you at last.
A man in robes with a turban on his head appears. It is PROFESSOR QUIRRELL.
Quirrell: Harry P-potter. C-can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you.
Calla narrows her eyes at Quirrell, suspicious having skirted the edges all the way to the back door.
“I’d make a joke about you always being so suspicious but its valid,” Ron joked
Hagrid: Hello, Professor. I didn't see you there. Harry, this is Professor Quirrell. He'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.
Harry: Oh, nice to meet you. {Puts out hand. Quirrell refuses}
Quirrell: F-fearfully fascinating subject. N-not that you need it, e-eh, Potter? Heheh.
Hagrid: Yes, well, must be going now. Lots to buy. Heh.
Harry: Good-bye.
The three leave into a back room winery in front of a brick wall.
Hagrid: See, Harry, you're famous!
Calla: I have become well acquainted with the fact that I evidently am not
Many students and even some teachers wince remembering paying more attention to Harry than Calla.
Harry: But why am I famous, Hagrid? All those people back there, how is it they know who I am?
Hagrid: I'm not exactly sure I'm the right person to tell you that, Harry. {Taps the brick wall clockwise with his umbrella. The blocks shift and open up to reveal a hidden, busy street.}
Welcome, Harry, Calla, to Diagon Alley.
Harry grins broadly and Callas eyes widen slightly as they step into the street and walk down it.
“Wow a whole eye widen you must of been extremely impressed,” Luna said dreamily
An owl screeches.
Hagrid: Here's where you'll get your quills and ink, and over there all your bits and bobs for doing your wizardry.
Harry is amazed as they pass by shops and owls and bats.
Calla: I may have to buy a bat
Calla starts laughing hysterically while everyone turns to her confused.
(mutters however Hagrid glances at her out of the corner of his eye)
The camera pans on a broom store, where a group of boys are crowded around a shiny broom.
Boy: It's a world class racing broom. Look at it, its the new Nimbus 2000! It's the fastest model yet.
“A Nimbus 2000 that's incredible,” James practically swooned
Harry: But, Hagrid, how am I to pay for all this? I haven't any money.
Hagrid: Well there's your money, Harry. Gringotts, the Wizard Bank. T'aint no place safer, 'cept perhaps Hogwarts.
Inside the bank, they walk down the shiny aisle, passing tiny creatures working.
Harry: Uh, Hagrid, what exactly are those things?
Calla: be polite Harry
Many blink surprised at someone standing up for a goblin.
Hagrid: They're goblins, Harry. Clever as they come goblins but not the most friendly of beasts. Best stick close to me. {Harry sticks to him, Calla smiles and waves at one of them who blinks surprised before waving confused.} {Hagrid clears his throat as they approach a counter with a goblin in it.} Mr. Harry Potter and Ms. Calla Potter wish to make a withdrawal.
The goblin looks up.
Goblin: And does Mr. Harry Potter and Miss. Calla Potter have their respective keys?
Hagrid: Oh. Wait a minute. Got them here somewhere. Hah. Here's the little devils. Oh, and there's something else as well. Professor Dumbledore gave me this. It's about you-know-what in vault you-know-which. {Hands Goblin letter wrapped in string.}
Goblin: Very well.
Scene:
Racing down the depth caverns in a cart-like structure. Calla woops loudly enjoying herself.
“Your mad for enjoying those things,” Ron whined slightly
The cart stops, a goblin, GRIPHOOK, clambers out.
Griphook: Vault 687. And 688. Lamp, please. {Hagrid hands him the lamp and he walks to the vault} Keys please. {Hagrid hands him the key and he unlocks both}
The rooms are filled nearly top to bottom with coins. Harry is amazed. Calla doesn’t bat an eye.
People start to ask however they remember that she lived in a mansion and probably had seen this much money.
Hagrid: Didn't think your mum and dad would leave you with nothing, now didja?
Calla: actually that's exactly what I thought (both dismissively and too quietly for Hagrid however Harry nods in agreement)
“To be fair I was told that you both were unemployed drunks,” Harry told his parents when they turned to them hurt
“I had thought you abandoned me on the side of the road,” Calla spoke in her usual dismissive tone. Both Lily and James’ hearts broke a little at that.
They continue on through the cavern.
Griphook: Vault 713.
Harry: What's in there, Hagrid?
Hagrid: Can't tell you, Harry. It's Hogwarts business. Very secret.
Calla: so why are we here
“That's a good point,” Amelia Bones narrowed her eyes suspicious
Griphook: Stand back. {Slides finger down the door. Clank. Clank. The vault opens to expose a small white stone package. Hagrid hurries in and scoops it up. The eerie light it was shining with disappears.}
Hagrid: Best not mention this to anyone, Harry.
Harry nods. Calla raises an eyebrow.
Scene: Outside in the street, walking.
Harry: I still need...a wand.
Hagrid: A wand? Well, you'll want Ollivanders. No place better. Run along there, but wait. I just got one more thing I got to do. Won't be long.
Harry and Calla go into the store, quietly. He looks around. There are shelves of wands, but no people.
Harry: {Softly} Hello? Hello?
There is a thunk. A man appears on a ladder and looks at Harry and Calla. He smiles.
Ollivander: I wondered when I'd be seeing you, Mr. and Ms. Potter. It seems only yesterday that your mother and father were in here buying their first wands. {Picks a wand} Ah. Here we are. {Harry holds it but just stands} Well, give it a wave.
Harry: Oh! {waves. All the shelves come crashing down. Harry jumps and hurriedly puts the wand back on the counter.}
Ollivander: Apparently not. {Gets another wand.} Perhaps this. {Harry waves at a vase, which blows apart.} No, no, definitely not! No matter...{gets a wand} I wonder. {Hands wand to Harry. Harry glows under it.} Curious, very curious.
Harry: Sorry, but what's curious?
Ollivander: I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. It just so happens that the phoenix, whose tail feather resides in your wand gave one other feather, just one. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar. {Points to scar}
Most of the hall gasped then turned towards Harry suspicious.
Harry: And...who owned that wand?
Ollivander: Oh, we do not speak his name. The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why, but I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things...terrible, yes, but great. {Hands Harry his wand.} Now Miss. Potter I believe that like your brother your wand should be special (he picks up an old wand from the front window on the purple pillow)
“No way,” Remus leaned forward
Calla waves the wand and mist fills the room giving the room a more mystical look
Ollivander: Ah I was right. This is a very special wand Miss. Potter you see this wand's previous owner was Morgan Le Fay who said that one day her wand will be passed on to a girl with the same potential as her. Now what potential is entirely up to you. Both its core and wood are unknown to this day.
Once again suspicious looks were thrown at the twins.
Calla looks up having been watching looking at her wand with wide eyes.
There is a knock on the window.
Hagrid: Harry! Calla! Happy birthday! {Has a snowy owl in a cage which hoots. And a baby bat}
Harry: Wow.
Calla: oh. This is going to be hilarious
“It was,” Calla Smirked