Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Time Traveling Screws Everything Up, Part One ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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Chapter Two: Diagon Alley
Disclaimer: Come on! You already know the answer to this! Do I have to write it … again? Fine. “If I say I own Harry Potter and the Potterverse, would you believe me? If no, you’re smart. if yes, damn, you’re delusional! There ya go! Geesh.
– Last Time … –
“Oh, that is simple, sir,” said Hermione, casually. “I cast a simple spell on them. It just means that my trunks are full.” She lied. “My guardians keep on packing my things in them for me.” She explained. “So I cast the spell. My trunks will close and look itself when it’s full. Now, no one else can it, except me.”
Dippet raised an eyebrow. “That is quite impressive,” said Dippet. Hermione nodded her thanks. “Well, miss Marlston-Wells, there’s still plenty of time left. Do you want to go to Diagon Alley to buy your books and supplies.”
“Sure,” said Hermione nodding. “Might as well get it over with.”
–This Time … –
“Ugh,” said Hermione, standing up, unsteadily. “I hate Portkeys.”
Dippet made her a Portkey to the Leaky Cauldron. He gave her a list of supplies. She decided to buy everything on the list. A new time-(line) calls for new supplies! Along with books, of course! First on the list; clothes – cloaks, robes, boots, hat, gloves, and belt! Madam Malkin’s Robes For All Occasions it is!
At Madam Malkin, she only spent fifteen minutes in the shop. One and a half hour later, she ran out of money. She now, needed Potion supplies, books, cauldrons, and if possible; an update on her wand. Only nine more minutes until her Muggleborn blood change to a Pure-Blood, permanently. Eight minutes. Hermione sighed as she looked for a tall white building. Six minutes. She walked in and saw that every Goblins are busy with someone/some people. Four minutes. She sighed and lined up behind a few people. Three pair of couples, a wizard, and three witches later, it was her her turn. Zero minutes. Finally.
The Goblin grunted. “What do you want?” snapped the Goblin.
“I’m Celeste Calista Marlston-Wells,” stated Hermione. “I’m – ”
“Marlston-Wells, you say?” asked the Goblin in fake glee. He looked at her from under his long nose. “Marlston-Wells, you claim?”
Hermione frowned. “I don’t claim, sir,” said Hermione. “I am Celeste Marlston-Wells. Now … my vault?” She stated.
The Goblins lips spread into a sneer. “I’m sure you are,” said the Goblin, nastily and sarcastically. “Very well, I shall allow you to enter the vault, like we all did for all those other countless girls, and they never returned. He smirked ugly.
Hermione stiffened. “Of course not,” said Hermione. “They were obviously not a Marlston-Wells. I, however, am.” She said with confidence.
The Goblin looked at Hermione carefully. “We shall see about that,” said the Goblin, nastily.
He looked for something under the counter. He came up with a big black book and a beautiful gold quill. He put them on the counter, opening the book. At the right page, he looked at Hermione. He handed the book and quill to her.
“Sign there in order,” said the Goblin. “Everyone who want to go down to the Marlston-Wells’ vault must sign the book. It’s protocol.”
Hermione looked down at the book. The Goblin turned to page one hundred and six before giving the book to her. There’s first and surnames, visitor(s), reason, date, time, signature, and visitor(s)’ signature(s).
“Protocol?” repeated Hermione. She flipped to the first page of the book and read it quickly, but carefully.
To whom it concern to,
By signing this book, you and anyone that is with you, have automatically have agreed, upon your death or deaths, all of your liquid assets, monetary, and everything else in your possessions will be forwarded to your will. In case of no such thing, your possessions will be split amongst your family. Again, if no such thing, your all of your liquid assets, monetary, and everything else in your possessions will go towards Gringotts.
We thank you for your time,
Gringotts Bank
Hermione raised an eyebrow. “How … informative … ” said Hermione, slowly.
She turned back to page one hundred and six. The last one that signed the book was … Porsha Parkinson. She was with this De-Angelo Anderson person. They were here three years and a month ago at 9:47AM. Their reason? ‘The Marlston-Wells’ Lost Heiress’. Honestly.
Figures that the Parkinsons are desperate enough to claim that one of them is a Marlston-Wells, thought Hermione, rolling her eyes. Honestly. They’re already rich and they want more. No wonder Pansy Parkinson is always drooling and following Draco Malfoy around like a randy whore … or a randy dog.
The Parkinsons are rich, yes, but no where near the Malfoy’s assets and monetary. They’re the fifth richest Wizarding family. And they always want more. All of their children were taught to wed a Malfoy or a Zabini, not many did. Why? The two oldest families have more taste than that. To the Parkinsons; nothing is wrong with their children. The Malfoy was the first richest family, but now, the Marlston-Wells held that title. As far as the Malfoy and Zabini families are concerned; they don’t wed whores. You see how Pansy acted, sorry, but Malfoys and Zabinis won’t wed whores. As far as the two families are concerned; the Parkinsons are their whores in Hogwarts. When the seven years are up, the Parkinsons are no longer needed. The Parkinsons must be mental if they thought that the Malfoy and Zabini families will wed one of their daughters or something. The richest Wizarding families are – and they’re in order – the Marlston-Wells, the Malfoys, the Zabinis, the Lestranges, and the Parkinsons.
The one before Porsha Parkinson was Elena Sue … Weasley.
One of Arthur and Molly’s few aunts or something? thought Hermione. Porsha Parkinson … Pansy Parkinson’s Grandma?
Elena Weasley was here with Lawrence Weasley, they were here seven years and four months ago at 4:11PM. The reasons were all the same before them; ‘The Marlston-Wells’ Lost Heiress’.
Was the Weasleys so poor that one of them had to pretend to be the Marlston-Wells’ lost Heiress? Crap. Why is she feeling bad – guilty – about this? It wasn’t her fault! Ah, shit! She’s feeling bad and guilty! What a bad combination.
She signed up. The first column; Celeste Calista Marlston-Wells. The second column; None. The third column; ‘The REAL Marlston-Wells’ Lost Heiress’. The fourth column; Thursday, September 21st, 1944. The fifth column; 5:01PM. Then in the next column, she signed her faith-slash-life with her signature.
The Goblin took back the book and quill. “Follow me,” said the Goblin, importantly.
The two left the main lobby and another Goblin took his place.
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“Vault 689 752,” announced the Goblin, picking up a lamp from the cart.
They walked forward closer to the heavy-looking door. The light from the lamp shone forward; next to the black door was the vault’s number in tall silver plates; ‘689 752’. Also, above the door was large and huge gold plates with ‘MARLSTON-WELLS’ on them.
“The dragon need your blood,” said the Goblin, smirking. He held out a small, but sharp dagger and pointed at something on their left.
Hermione looked where he was pointing. It was a shiny onyx statue dragon’s head with its mouth open and silver tongue (sticking) out. Or at least, it looks like a statue dragon. She looked back at the Goblin, he as standing far away from her. She took out her wand and made a small cute on her wrist with a weak Cutting Spell.
Drops of blood dropped on the dragon’s tongue. Five drops later, she healed her wrist. A good ten seconds later, the dragon’s head turned red and it began to shake. Hermione stepped backwards a few steps. The black door open nosily with creaks. An audible flapping of wings and roar were heard. Steadily, the flapping grew closer and closer. A large form flew past them – a dragon!
“IN!” shouted the Goblin, loudly as the two broke into runs. “We’re safe now.” He head the way through the narrow, small, and dusty passageway. “We’re here … Lady Marlston-Wells.”
Hermione looked in front of her. Another door. This door is a deep and dark mahogany with pictures of a huge dragon and a long snake. The door’s boarders are small dragons and small snakes. The small snakes’ and dragon’s eyes are deep and dark green. The huge dragon’s eyes are bloody ruby red and the long snake’s eyes are bright sapphire blue.
The Goblin pushed two blue eyes and the two red eyes. The door opened, revealing its contents to its guests/viewers. “Welcome to Vault 689 752, Lady Marlston-Wells,” said the Goblin.
Oh. My. God. Thought Hermione, extremely shocked. She feel a bit faint. I’m not going to faint. She chanted over and over again in her mind.
Mountains and mountains of gold, silver, bronze, and other expensive and priceless ornaments and stuff/things are here. It looks so beautiful, shiny, expensive, and well, priceless. It just all looked … WOW!!
Hermione stood where she was, stunned. “H-how many G-G-Galleons are th-there?” asked Hermione shakily. “W-what i-is i-in h-h-here?”
The Goblin snapped his fingers and papers appeared in his hands. He looked through him quickly. “Lady Marlston-Wells” started the Goblin. “You have more than a hundred trillion in Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts. Here is the completed list of what belongs to you and what do you have.” He handed the long parchment to her.
Hermione thanks him before looking at the list, her heart beating wildly.
Gringotts Bank
Marlston-Wells’ Vault 689 752
Sept.21/1944
Monetary & Possessions:
+ 100 000 000 000 000 000 000 in Galleons (A/N: Over a hundred trillion Galleons)
+ 100 000 000 000 000 000 000 in Sickles
+ 100 000 000 000 000 000 000 in Knuts
+ 100 000 000 in Jewelleries (A/N: Over a hundred million jewelleries)
+ 100 000 000 000 000 in Ornaments (A/N: Over a hundred billion ornaments)
+ 10 000 000 in (Priceless) Artifacts/Arts
+ 30 000 in (Ancient) Clothes (A/N: Over thirty thousand clothes)
+ 30 000 000 in (Family) Wands
5 in (Priceless) Wands
+ 10 000 000 000 000 000 000 in Books
+ 900 000 in Potion Ingredients
Estates:
~ 10 Houses in England, London
~ 15 Houses in France
~ 13 Houses in U.S
~ 16 Houses in Europe
~ 11 Houses in China
~ 9 Houses in Vietnam
~ 6 Manors in Japan
~ 20 Manors in Canada
~ 5 Manors in New York
~ 3 Houses in New York
Hermione felt faint. She didn’t read all of them. Less than half to be exact for both lists. How did the Marlston-Wells save up/have so much money and things?? The Marlston-Wells are obviously richer than the Malfoys, but Merlin!!!
Hermione felt ill. “Are you certain this is the correct amount?” asked Hermione. “Are you positive?”
The Goblin raised an eyebrow. “Yes, Lady Marlston-Wells,” said the Goblin, amused. “This is indeed the correct amount.” The parchments disappeared as another one appeared in his hand. “This vault wasn’t open for seventeen years.” A dark red and black bag appeared. “Take whatever you wish, Lady Marlston-Wells and I’ll record it down.” He gave the bag to her.
Hermione took the bag, hesitantly. “Thank you,” said Hermione.
I’m sorry, Ms and Mr Marlston-Wells, thought Hermione, guiltily, sadly, and sincerely. I will pay you back … in the nearby future.
Hermione accio’d a fair amount of money into the bag before walking around the room, looking around. She noted that the vault has more room. There’s doors, all linking to the main vault, which is the room that she and the Goblin are in now. Some of the doors are open, others are closed.
“How many vaults are here?” asked Hermione, putting small things in the bag, including three books; they were shrank before she put them in the bag.
“Exactly a hundred and sixty-two smaller vaults are connected to this one,” said the Goblin.
“Hm,” said Hermione, thinking. “Ok, that’s it. I’m done here.”
“Excellent,” said the Goblin.
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Hermione went to the ‘Apothecary’ and bought the potion ingredients for Seventh Year. She also bought some other ingredients … for personal reasons. The four most important ingredients she bought were Unicorn Hair, Unicorn Blood, Unicorn Tail-Hair, and Wolfsbane.
“What are you brewing, young lady?” asked the store’s manager in his oily voice. “Do you know how to use the Unicorn Blood? It could be very dangerous if you use too many.” He finished wrapping the ingredients and proceeded to put them in bags, carefully. “More than 1000 mL of Unicorn Blood.” He put the bottle full of Unicorn Blood in the bag as he shook his head. “Strong and powerful, yet dangerous, that Unicorn Blood.” He gave the bag to Hermione. “You never bought anything here, but your school ingredients. Be careful.” He warned.
Hermione leveled the man with a look before leaving for ‘Potage Cauldron’. She needs four different cauldrons for school! Bass, Collapsible, Copper, and Self-Stirring Cauldrons. Heck, she even bought a Silver Cauldron. She shrunk all of her bags and put them in her pockets. Next, she went into ‘Flourish and Blotts’, her favourite shop of all times!
Hermione bought the school books, paid for them, shrunk them, and placed them inside her pockets before browsing the book store. She bought books she hadn’t read yet. She was slightly picky. She bought as much books on Defense Against the Dark Arts as she can. She bought two really good books that’s about Ancient Runes and Arithmancy. She paid for all her books with a grin on her face – she just loves to read and learn!
I should buy candies and sweets, thought Hermione, on her way to a sweet shop, which in the future will be replaced by a joke shop in Diagon Alley.
She stopped at ‘Sugarplum’s Magical Sweets Shop’ and went in, and was bombard with sweets of all colors and sizes. She read about this shop; it as the best sweets! It was here for thirty years until it moved to Hogsmeade for bigger space and it changed its name to ‘Honeydukes’.
There’s so many to choose from! This candy/sweets shop Heaven! If she was someone else, she would’ve drooled. Growing up with her parents as Dentists, she wasn’t allow to eat sweets or just not as much. Hmm. What sweets should she buy? Hm. She bought Cauldron Cakes, Chocolate Frogs, Licorice Wands, and Pumpkin Pasties. Well, only three Chocolate Frogs – she doesn’t think she would want to eat as much of something that moves, jumps, and croaks. She loves Cauldron Cakes and Pumpkin Pasties – yummy!!
The owner, Madam Sugarplum, looked at her suspiciously while she bagged the sweets. “How old are you, young lady?” asked Madam Sugarplum, conversationally. “Aren’t you suppose to be in school? How come I’ve never seen you before?”
Madam Sugarplum, a witch who loves children, thought Hermione, reciting the information they had in a book about the witch in front of her. She’s gentle and caring.
“I’m a late transfer student,” replied Hermione smoothly. “I just arrived today, Headmaster Dippet gave me permission to get my school supplies before tomorrow.”
Madam Sugarplum looked at her. “That would be three Galleons and six Sickles, dear,” said Madam Sugarplum, placing the bag on the counter. She accepted the money. “Good luck at school, dear!”
She nodded her thanks at the witch, took the bag containing her sweets, and left. Five shops down from Madam Sugarplum’s, was a joke shop. The only joke shop in Diagon Alley; ‘Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop’. This shop, too, move to Hogsmeade and change its name to a simpler name, ‘Zonko’s Joke Shop’.
When she’s in Gryffindor, again, she might pay a small prank on her House mates and the Slytherins! It’s the ways of Gryffindor. Gryffindors are loud, silly, and slightly immature. They always play pranks on each other … and the nasty, slimy, sneaky Slytherins a.k.a the Snakes.
Since she’s not really a prank-and-cause-trouble kind-of person, she didn’t buy a lot of pranks, just enough for the Slytherins and for some Gryffindors. Life will be good … hopefully. Hmph. She’s missing something … She paid and left the joke shop. What is she missing?
Of course! thought Hermione. A pet! She thought excitedly, but then saddened by the thought of her beloved orange cat, Crookshanks. I’ll buy a pet, just not a cat. No cats …
Hermione sighed as she looked for ‘Eeylops Owl Emporium’. It sells mostly owls, but it sometimes has other kind of pets/animals too. It’s too bad Crookshanks wasn’t born yet. Her Crookshanks was such a smart and pretty cat. Crookshanks was large and fluffy. He’s so warm and cuddly. With him gone, how will she sleep at night. Her poor, poor, poor, poor Crookshanks! How is he doing without her?
As soon as she found the shop and entered it, she heard light flapping of wings and hootings. As soon as she entered the shop, she was leveled with a pair of beautiful, exotic, and intelligent amber-gold eyes. Wow. She shook her head as she looked and walked around the shop, stopping at the animal that has that exotic amber-gold eyes a few times, which belongs to a beautiful, pure snow-white owl.
“May I help you with something?” asked a voice behind her.
Hermione turned around, sharply and was faced with a wizard. He has brown eyes and black hair with some grey hair. He wore dark orange cloak on with a matching color wizarding-pointed hat.
“Oh, yes,” said Hermione, nodding curtly. “How much is this owl?” She asked, lightly stroking its head and feathers.
The wizard shook his head. “Oh, you surely don’t want this owl, do you?” asked the wizard, incredulously, pointing at the said owl, who tried to peck/bite him. “She’s a menace! She’s a mess! She doesn’t like anyone!”
“I want her,” said Hermione, flatly. “How much?”
The wizard sighed. “Two Galleons, six Sickles, and three Knuts,” said the manager.
“That’s it?” asked Hermione with a raised eyebrow. “Well, ok. Can you please show me to the cages and food?” She raised an arm to the small own.
She climbed on eagerly, she seems like she want to get out of the place as quickly as possible.
The wizard gawked before shaking his head and leader them to the counter. On the same side of the counter was hundreds of cages and across from them are stands for owls’ and animals’ treats and stuff.
“Thank you,” said Hermione as he left to go behind the counter. She turned her attention to the owl on her arm. “Which cage do you like?” She held her arm out. “It’ll be your cage, so you pick.”
The owl cocked her head to one side and hooted. She cocked her head to the other side, hooted again before flying towards a cage that she likes. Hermione followed her and looked up at the cage. it’s a medium-sized gold cage with silver plates for the owl to drink and to eat off of. She cast a spell and took it down carefully. The owl flew back to Hermione and settled down on her shoulder.
For the next five minutes, the owl picked whatever she liked and Hermione pays for them. When finished, the owl was in her new cage safely, full of food and drink. The cage has a dark blue drape over it, covering the cage and the owl. It’s time for the little owl to take a short nap.
Last shop; ‘Ollivanders’. She went inside and saw Mr Ollivander behind the counter. he looked up at her when she entered the shop.
“Mr Ollivander?” asked Hermione, approaching him. “I need you to look over my wand. It didn’t work well for me when I first got it. It’s slow and hesitate.”
– In The Year 1997 –
On the same day, but different time and year, Harry and Ron woke up. Both felt better, especially Harry, and both remembered what happened yesterday. They got ready quietly and went downstairs. Harry don’t know what to do; apologize to Hermione or stay mad at her. Ron don’t know who to choose; Harry or Hermione.
Today is the start to a bad day. What is Hermione going to do? Both Gryffindors entered the Great Hall and sat at the Gryffindor Table. Seamus, Dean, and Neville were distant towards Harry. Lavender and Parvati gave them the Silent Treatment and glares.
“Lav, where’s ‘Mione?” asked Ron, swallowing his bacon, curiously.
Lavender and Parvati stiffened. “Gone,” said the two girls, coldly.
“Gone?” repeated Harry, slowly. “What do you mean ‘gone’? You mean she’s gone to the Library, right? Or to class first, right?”
Lavender snapped at him. “No!” snapped Lavender in a hiss. “Sone’s gone! As in – disappear! Not here! Vanished! Left! Not in Hogwarts! Do you get it now?!?!” If Parvati wasn’t holding her back, she would’ve slap The-Boy-Who-Lived – multiple times! “You, stupid, stupid boy!” She hissed angrily.
“She was gone before we woke up,” said Parvati, holding back her best friend still. “Her trunks and most of her stuff are gone.”
Ron paled and shook his head in denial. “Sh-she don’t leave … ” said Ron, weakly.
“Well, she did!” snapped Parvati.
Lavender sighed and dropped her spoon on her plate. “I’m not that hungry after all,” said Lavender, standing up.
“Same here,” said Parvati, dropping her fork on her unfinished egss and sausages. She stood up and left the Great Hall with Lavender.
– In The Past; 1944 –
Mr Ollivander examined the wand carefully and he found nothing wrong with it. He placed the vine wood and dragon heartstring core on the counter and looked at Hermione directly in the eyes. She wondered if all Ollivanders has spooky silver eyes.
“This wand is very well done,” commented Mr Ollivander.
Of course, the wand was made by your son, thought Hermione. Or you later on.
“The wand is in perfect working order,” continued Mr Ollivander. “Nothing is wrong with it.”
“It doesn’t work perfectly for me though,” protested Hermione. “Not anymore anyways.”
‘“The wand chooses the witch, young lady.”’
She recalled the future Mr Ollivander’s workds. “Is it possible that my wand is rejecting me?” asked Hermione in a slightly panicky voice.
Mr Ollivander snapped out of his stupor. “It’s a possibility,” said Mr Ollivander, slowly. “I say, it’s time for a new wand!” I can’t let you wander off with no wand! Hold out your wand arm, miss.”
Hermione did what she was told and held out her left arm. She felt like she was eleven-years-old again. Seven minutes later, Mr Ollivander gave her several wands to try, but it didn’t work for her.
“Tricky customer, eh?” asked Mr Ollivander. “Not to worry, we’ll find the perfect match for you.” He disappeared from her view when he reappeared, he has a case of wand with him. He opened the case. “Try this one. A piece of every wood that I have and a rare and an unusual combination of Unicorn Hair, Phoenix Feather, Lion Hair, and Basilisk Scale. Thirteen and a half inches. Powerful, dangerous, unpredictable, and supple. It’s best for Defense Against the Dark Arts.”
Hermione took thw wand and felt light, warm wind surrounding her. She waved her wand and she made fireworks. Wow. She felt incredible! She felt like she take over the world! Not literally, of course, but still! Her first wand doesn’t feel like this!
“Perfect!” cried Mr Ollivander. “Just perfect! How wonderful! That wand finally have a proper home and owner!
Deciding that she doesn’t want to know, she paid eight Galleons for the wand before she left. She was hungry, she didn’t eat for a whole day. However, she ordered a Butterbeer to go in the Leaky Cauldron. She made a Portkey and was automatically whisked off to Hogwarts, in the Hospital Wing.
Hermione went back to her bed, drew the white curtains, took out the bags our of her pockets and set them on her bed. She sorted all of her stuff; new and old – in her trunks. In-between her sorting, she ate some of her sweets and drink Butterbeer.
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A/N: I’m tired. You’ll be meeting some younger Death Eaters in the next chapter. :) I think. And some other minor characters too. I think. :) :) Happy reading.
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