Haha, hi guys. I finally updated, so here it is~! (Don't kill me)

"Neah"

"Allen"

Thoughts in general really

Chapter 3: Start

Harry had never been to such a strange place before. It was, well, magical. Even the way to get there was! Harry had never seen a wall turn into a doorway before, and if that wasn't magic then he didn't know what was. Now, Harry was just trying to keep up with Hagrid's large form as he plowed through the street of Diagon Ally. It was nearly impossible, with all the wizards and witches running around, some with children and some without, and all going about their business. It was so normal and yet so queer at the same time, all of these people that just screamed odd with their appearances. Though, he supposed he was the odd one here, in his, erm, muggle clothing and apparently truly being as famous as Hagrid had said.

Speaking of the giant, he seemed a little green after their trip to Gringotts. Not everyone could deal with the roller coaster of a mine cart, Harry supposed, as he watched in amusement while Hagrid muttered curses under his breath about goblins and their ruddy transportation systems. He also kept patting some pocket in his jacket, that he'd put some packet in. "Hogwart's business," he'd said. If that didn't beg to sniffed at, then Harry must have a bad nose, since it absolutely reeked of curious. But, he'd let it slide. After all, plenty of people have secrets, and he still had tons to do.

"Where to next, Hagrid?" Harry bounced around, he wanted to see everything!

"Now, now Harry," Hagrid chuckled, "Slow down a li'le. We still go' plenty o' time ta look around." Hagrid couldn't help but laugh at the boys' glow. It was always refreshing to meet a muggle born and see how they react to the wizarding world, even if they technically weren't and were actually a hero since the age of one.

Harry tried to stop. He really did. But after a minute of waiting for Hagrid to check his list again (honestly, Harry was surprised that he hadn't memorized it already) his eyes caught sight of a bunch of boys with their noses pressed up against a window, looking at a broom. Harry didn't know what was funnier, the fact that witches actually rode on brooms, or the fact that boys his age were looking at it like it was the most amazing thing on the earth.

"A'right Harry," Hagrid's rumble startled Harry out of his musing, "Let's go get yer uniform now." And with a strong pat on the back, they were off, heading into a place called Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions. As they stood outside the shop, Hagrid clapped a hand onto Harry's shoulder. "Lis'n Harry, mind if I go get a pick-meh-up in the Leaky Cauldron? Ah hate them Gringotts carts. Nasty things they are." Harry weakly nodded back, seeing how he was still a little sick looking.

Entering the store, alone, Harry suddenly felt the weight of his nervousness again now that Hagrid wasn't there to help him anymore. A squat, smiling witch greeted him when he came in. "Hogwarts, dear?" Madam Malkin queried. Harry opened his mouth to reply, but she continued on anyway. "Got the lot here. Another's being fitted right now in fact."

She brought him to the back of the room, where a pale boy was standing on a footstool with another witch pinning the robes on him. Harry stood on the footstool next to him, and let Madam Malkin put a robe over his head before she began pinning it to him.

"Hullo," the pale boy spoke up, "Hogwarts too?"

"Yes," Harry shifted, not entirely used to someone making measurements on him like this.

"My father's in the shop next door buying my books while my mother is getting my wand for me." The boy had a voice that unmistakably spoke of how absolutely bored he was with everything. "After that, we're going to look at racing brooms. I don't know why but apparently first years can't have brooms. Maybe I'll bully father into buying me one anyway and try to smuggle it in somehow."

Harry couldn't help but think that he'd found a thin and blonde version of Dudley right beside him.

"Have you got your own broom?" The boy looked over at Harry, in a dulled sort of curiosity.

"No," Harry replied.

"Play Quidditch at all?"

"No," Harry had never even heard the strange word before.

"Well I do. Father says it's a crime to not. Do you know what house you'll be in?"

"No…" House? This boy kept making Harry feel stupider and stupider the longer the conversation continued.

"Well, no one really knows what house they're going to be in, but I'm probably going to be in Slytherin. Everyone in my family is, so it'd only be natural for me to get in." He sniffed, like he'd smelt something in the air. "Eekgad, look at those two!" he suddenly exclaimed.

Harry turned and looked out the window. There, stood Hagrid, holding two large ice creams to show he couldn't go in, and a boy who looked like he was pretending to be an old man with his hair color, shifting uncomfortably beside him. "That's Hagrid," Harry said, though he had no idea who was next to him.

The conversation then finally took its' inevitable turn for the worse. In fact, it was so bad to Harry that he had to hold a sigh of relief when he was told he could leave, and all but ran out of the store to Hagrid and the boy.

"Harry! Yeh got yer robes, did yeh?" Hagrid beamed and handed over one of the ice creams to Harry. He nodded silently, before looking curiously at the odd boy. "Ah, yous never met him before Harry, but this is Allen! He's in yer grade, an' he don't know too much about the wizardin' world either."

Harry looked at the boy tepidly, after all, his first encounter with a year mate hadn't been the most… enjoyable. This one was far more peculiar than the one he'd just met, Harry had never seen anyone like this boy, and he'd just met goblins less than an hour ago! Smaller than Harry, almost like an eight year old with stark white hair, not really an old man's now that he was closer, but more like snow, and a jagged red mark down the left side of his face that seemed like a fresh scar, especially with how there was a square bandage on his forehead.

The boy merely smiled politely, extending a hand for a curtesy shake, and said, "Allen Walker. It's a pleasure to meet the boy whom Hagrid has told me so much about."

Allen's day had not started all that well honestly, though it hadn't been the worst wake up he'd had in a while. Sure, staring at the bottom of a bed first thing in the morning isn't the most normal thing, nor was forgetting how low it was until he tried to sit up only to bang his head on it. He yelped and brought his head back down too quick unfortunately, and smacked it on the wood flooring, and yet even after the pain his head was in from all that, it still wasn't the worse way he'd waken up. Interesting things can happen when you apprentice under Cross or are a fugitive of the church. Of course, all this somewhat sardonic thinking was interrupted by the thought of where the heck am I again?

"You're in a wizarding hotel, dear nephew." Was the pained response of an oh so familiar voice.

"What? Oh right, that Dumbledore guy left me here." Allen recalled the night before with a grimace, uncomfortable with the idea of being surrounded by magic. "Wait, why are you in pain, Neah?"

"Because you just smashed our skull into a bed and the floor. You didn't even smash it on the soft part of the bed!"

"Well I'm sorry for being so tired. Besides, this is my body so I can do what I want with it."

"Not if it means we'll be killed or hurt!"

"Geeze, stop acting like you're my dad."

"I'm your uncle, so it's close enough!"

"No! I refuse to accept this! Lalalalalalala I can't hear you!"

"Darn it Allen, listen to me sometimes! Allen!"

"I can't hear you!"

"Can't you guys be quite in the morning?"

"…"

"…"

"Neah, who was that?"

"I dunno."

"…"

"…"

"Let's pretend none of this happened."

"Agreed."

Allen finally crawled out from under the bed after a cursory glance of the room to see whether the coast was clear or not. He made sure the lock on the door had not been tampered with, before deciding a quick wash up and work out was acceptable. Getting into a one-handed handstand, he began his one hundred push-ups. After successfully completing it for both arms, a hundred upside-down sit-ups performed from a chair he'd anchored to the ground with the bed (don't ask how), and a hundred squats, he went into the washroom to clean up, deciding he'd done enough for now and would do his run later in the day when he would escape this wizarding world, not that he was sure he could (wouldn't know unless you tried, right?).

Clean for the first time in who knows how long (stopping to take a bath while running for your life didn't seem very practical. Plus pretending to be a street waif had its advantages, made you almost invisible) Allen walked into the room, putting a bandage over the star part of his scar since he didn't need to be associated with some satanic group just yet, and noticed the single window by the desk. Looking out of it, he saw hundreds of people walking about in the strangest assortment of clothes Allen had ever seen (and that was actually saying something seeing how many places Cross had dragged him to). He also noticed a small letter with flowing script on the desk, his name neatly written on it. Picking it up, he saw a wax seal on the back again, and an odd imprint on it of a capital 'D' surrounded by thorny vines. Picking away the seal, he read the hurriedly written letter addressed to him. Putting it down, Allen sighed. Cutting away all of the flowery work with the words, when you got down to basics, this Dumbledore guy was basically telling Allen there was no point in running and that food was ready downstairs. Since there was food ready, Allen decided it might be worth going downstairs for the grub and then plan what to do afterwards.

Opening the door carefully to try and minimize the noise (a little hard with a creaky door), Allen looked for any other hall residents and found none. Taking this as a sign, good or bad, Allen walked out and began his trek of finding the stairs going downwards. After ten minutes, in which he swore he'd passed the room he'd slept in at least once, before he'd found the stairs.

"You really should learn to thank me more, nephew."

Allen sighed "Yes, yes, thank you Neah, you did a good job."

"Oi, oi. Why are you treating me like a little kid? You're the kid here."

"Wow Neah, I never noticed that before."

"Why you little…"

Allen ignored the cursing voice in his head in favor for the sweet smell of delicious food. His stomach growled before he could stop it, and he heard a light giggle. Turning a little to the left, stood one of the barmaids who was looking at Allen with a knowing smile.

"I assume ya the Mister Walker we was told ta keep an eye out for." she asked rhetorically, already knowing it was him.

"Well, I don't know about being told to have an eye on me, but my last name is Walker, though I'd prefer if you called me Allen, ma'am." Allen smiled politely back, though on the inside he panicked at the thought of being under surveillance.

She snorted a little. "Quite the polite mouth ya got there. Come'on hun, you sounded pretty hungry a moment a go, let's get ya some grub." She walked towards the counter, and for a brief moment Allen thought of running right then, but the promise of food swayed him and he soon found himself scurrying after her.

She stepped behind the counter, bending over to collect something while Allen hopped up onto a barstool that was almost neck, maybe head height. He watched from his seat as she walked around, collecting the plate and food before she put it in front of him. "There ya go, luv." She smiled kindly.

When she turned to get him a glass of water, Allen inhaled the food. He was starving, and it honestly wasn't far from the truth. A child as a street performer could only gain so much money, especially if they're constantly on the run and avoiding over populated areas as much as possible. So saying Allen, who ate at least four adult sized dishes per meal, was starving after barely being able to get one or two per day for the last month was in fact, very true and realistic. Ah the joys of having a parasitic innocence that fed off your life.

"Whoa, where'd your food go hun?" The barmaid placed the glass in front of Allen and picked up his empty plate.

"I ate it," Allen replied sheepishly, blushing harder when his stomach rumbled again.

"An' ya still hungry, huh?" She raised her eyebrow at the small boy before her.

"I have a really fast metabolism and I haven't been able to really eat for a while." Allen shrugged and looked away, feeling a little bad about somewhat lying to a nice lady.

"A'right. Well, we still got some food ya can eat, plus good ol' Dumbledore gave plenty o' money for ya food." She turned away and began filling the plate up again with food. This time when she handed him the food, she watched to see what happened, and was both amazed and disgusted by the small boy. "I don' understand how you fit all that in so fast, magic or not. Ya sure ya human?" She laughed at the uncomfortable look on his face. "It's a'right, hun. I'm just pullin' ya leg." She cleaned up his food and heard a call from elsewhere in the mess hall. "I'll be right back, hun, We'll chat a little more about how much ya can eat." And then she walked off.

Allen watched her leave, before jumping off his barstool. Sure, he was still hungry, starving actually, but he had to go. Being watched and surrounded by magic never ended well for him, and Allen didn't feel the need to specifically evoke the wrath of any god by waiting around. Unfortunately, Allen forgot how much Lady Luck hated him, and just as he'd reached the door, a hand appeared on his shoulder.

"An' where do ya think ya're goin'?" the nice voice seemed a little more cold this time. The hand deftly turned Allen away from the door and back to the bar, where he was sat back on a stool. "Didn't ya ma and pa teach ya it's rude ta leave a girl waitin'?" the maid huffed as she walked back behind the bar.

Allen shrugged, embarrassed at being caught trying to escape.

She sighed before giving him a small smile. "Ya can leave soon, don't worry. Ya don't know too much abou' the Wizarding world, right?" Allen shook his head in conformation. "Well, once Hagrid gets here, ya can go check out the Alley as much as ya want. I'm guessin' ya real excited, being ya first time at the Alley."

Allen laughed with her, though the thought of being surrounded by magic didn't sit too well with him. He held back a flinch when the maid pulled out her wand and brought a tankard to her.

"Magic's pretty useful, though I must say that tongue of yours might land ya more girls than a load of magic would." She laughed again at the joke as she filled up the tankard, trying to relax Allen a little. Allen was about to reply, when the door boomed open again and a familiar giant walked through, walking over to the bar.

"One tankard of Butterbeer," he ordered, placing some coins on the counter.

The maid snorted at his manners, "Can't even say please, can ya? Maybe ya should take lessons from the little sir here on how ta talk ta others." She laughed as she filled up a tankard and gave it to Hagrid, who was looking at Allen.

"Allen! How're yeh doin'?" Hagrid clapped Allen on the back, though it felt a little bit like he'd fallen on the ground and got the wind knocked out of him.

"I-I'm fine, Mr. Hagrid." Allen replied, still trying to get that last bit of air back in his chest.

"Ah, don't call meh Mr. Hagrid. Makes meh feel old." Hagrid laughed.

"Ya are old, Hagrid." The maid snickered as she worked behind the bar.

"Ah'm not that old!" Hagrid complained, "Do yeh see a silver hair on meh head?"

Allen sat, politely smiling as the duo bickered like old companions. Their fight had to wait though, as the maid was called away. "Tell me all about ya day, a'right hun?" She told Allen with a wink as she walked off.

Hagrid finished off his drink before turning back to Allen. "Are yeh ready ta go, Allen? I'm with another boy taday. His name's Harry, Harry Potter to be exact!" Hagrid seemed to expect some other reaction than the smile Allen had on his face, since he seemed to deflate a little before realizing something. "Ah! Ah forgot yeh've never even heard of the Wizardin' World till yesterday. Let me tell yeh about Harry, he's a real swell boy, very nice. I knew his mum and dad, they were real nice an' one o' the best wizards and witches I know. Was a shame when they died, yeh see…"

Allen listened as Hagrid told him about the war, who Lily and James Potter were, and how their son, Harry Potter, became the most famous wizard ever in one night at the age of one. All this time, Hagrid had dragged Allen out of the Leaky Cauldron and into the Alley, where Allen stayed very close to Hagrid even though he wanted to look at every shop. Hey, magic may mean bad news for Allen usually, but that didn't mean it wasn't interesting. What was always bad news for Allen though, were confusing areas, which happened to fit Diagon Alley to the T. He didn't need to get lost in an area that he had no expertise in survival at all, thank you very much. He was going to stand by Hagrid and hope he never has to come again on his own.

After about ten minutes of hearing Hagrid ramble about the wizarding world and this Harry person, and then buying some ice cream that Allen quickly finished off, they stood outside a robe store. Allen looked around with some worry of being in a crowded street filled with magic as they waited for something.

"We can come back fer yeh robes another day, Allen. For now, we'll just pick up Harry and get yer wands and a couple of other things." Hagrid explained before smiling into the store at a brown haired boy who was looking back and seemed to be talking with a platinum blonde one. After another minute or so of the brunette looking increasingly unhappy, he left the store, practically running, before coming out.

Allen smiled politely to the boy as Hagrid did a quick introduction. I wonder if this boy is similar to me. He gave Harry a quick look over. No, but maybe one day, we'll be the same. He noticed how the other looked him up and down in curiosity and also apprehension at meeting someone else, so he took it upon himself to lead the way to communication.

"Allen Walker, it's a pleasure to meet the boy whom Hagrid has told me so much about."

"Harry Potter," Harry grinned at Allen, feeling more comfortable now, before scratching his head in embarrassment, "Hagrid's told you about me?"

Allen laughed good naturedly, "A little. Apparently I needed to know how much of a scandal it was to keep the apparent savior of the wizarding world from knowing his family history and all." Hagrid at least had the decency to blush at Allen's comment.

"Now, now," he rumbled before putting a hand behind Allen and giving him a small push. "Let's go get yer parchment an' quills."

Harry nodded while Allen frowned uncertainly. "But Hagrid, I don't have any money to buy anything." He said, worry coating his tone.

"You don't have any money?" Harry turned to the boy, baffled, "What about your parents, won't they give you any?"

Allen shook his head in response, "I don't have any parents. I can make my own usually, but I'm not sure if it would work as well with wizards." He bit his lip in worry, before a giant hand covered all his hair and ruffled it.

"Dun worry, Allen. Professor Dumbledore gave meh some money fer yeh. Said yeh can pay him back another time." Hagrid boomed, laughing at Allen's disgruntled look before taking his hand off the small boy's head.

They began walking to the store, and Harry couldn't help but wonder, Is he just like me? What he asked though, was "What do you mean 'make your own money'?"

Allen looked over and smiled politely again. "I know how to perform as a street clown, so I usually do performances when I need some money."

"Don't forget gambling and stealing dear Nephew,"

"Shut up, they don't need to know that. Also, dumpster diving and finding money on the ground is not stealing."

"Of course it's not stealing when the lady had just dropped the money."

"I tried to catch up with her! Not my fault she had ridiculously long legs."

"Face it, Nephew. You're short for your age. Even that Harry kid is taller than you."

"Shut up! This has nothing to do with my height!"

"Really! You can perform as a street clown?" Allen ignored Neah's "ooh, touchy subject much?" and instead focused on the current conversation not going on in his head. (Man, does that make him sound mental. "You don't know half of it, Nephew." "For the last time, shut up Neah!")

"Yeah, my adoptive father had taught me how to be one when I lived with him." Allen smiled at the bedazzled look the taller (Not by much! "Suuure.") boy gave him.

"Do you know how to juggle?" The brunette asked.

Allen almost felt affronted by that question. "Of course! Juggling is basic knowledge and one of the first things Mana taught me." To demonstrate so, Allen used his sleight of hand he'd perfected only for being a clown ("Yeah right. I know you use it to cheat" "Quiet Neah. No one wants to hear you talk." "You're the only one who can-") and pulled out three small stones which he began juggling with one hand alone. "If you want me to juggle anything else, just toss it to me. Anything at all really, unless it's alive. I don't juggle live things. Too annoying and wriggly to do it efficiently."

Harry stared in awe at the strange boy before him, easily sending the stones in a circle with one hand while Harry could only hope to be able to do that with only two stones and both hands! And he said he can juggle more! "Wait, who's Mana?" Harry asked in confusion at the name, before getting excited, "Can he teach me how to juggle?"

Allen's smile suddenly looked a little strained. "Mana was my adoptive father. And no, he can't." The crisp reply threw Harry off, making him hesitate before asking his next question.

"Why not?"

The hurt look flashed by so quickly that Harry wasn't sure it was there. "He's dead." Was the short reply.

"I'm sorry," Harry mumbled, no longer able to look at the other.

"It's okay, you didn't know." Allen laughed it off. He was then chocked as a bushy beard and arms the size of pigs began crushing him.

"Allen! Yeh poor thing! Ah had no idea that yeh were goin' through so much!" Hagrid sobbed, catching the unwanted attention of many passing witches and wizards.

"Um, Hagrid? Allen can't breathe," Harry commented, watching the poor boy try to tap out. He was gasping for air when finally released as Hagrid apologized for getting carried away.

Once he was done, the polite smile was back "Don't worry about it Hagrid. Though, I'd prefer if you both don't tell too many of my situation. Not the nicest thing to have common knowledge, you know?" Allen ended sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

Hagrid and Harry immediately nodded. "Just sayin' Allen, yeh could make quite a bit o' money with them tricks of yers. Even we Wizards enjoy a good show," Hagrid rumbled, ruffling the smaller boy's head again.

They'd finally arrived at the store and bought their quills, when Harry remembered a question he'd had. "Hagrid, what's Quidditch?"

"Gosh Harry, I keep fergettin yeh don't know anything about the wizarding world," Hagrid exclaimed, missing the confused tilt of Allen's head.

"Don't remind me about it," Harry then proceeded to tell Hagrid and Allen about the boy that he'd met in Madam Malkin's. Hagrid tried to cheer Harry up, saying that's because the boy didn't know who Harry was and that's why he was so rude, but it didn't really help much. In fact, it kind of made him feel worse, since if he's a famous wizard shouldn't he know all this stuff already then?

"Harry," Allen spoke up, "people have different ideas, but I think that it doesn't matter what kind of past you have, as long as you take whatever future chances you have and walk forward."

Harry smiled at that, happy to finally be treated like a normal person again and seeing the reassurance in both Hagrid's and Allen's words. All of them smiling, they entered Ollivanders and were hit by an old wood smell, not to different from a forest, plus the sight of rows upon rows of shelves filled with small thin boxes. Hagrid handed Allen some money with a grin, before going off and saying he'd be back soon and to have fun in the shop.

The two boys looked at each other, before shrugging and stepping forward. They were about to explore what seemed to be an uncharted store when a coughing began to their left. Jumping, they both turned, Allen in a slightly more defensive way and edged a little in front of Harry, to see an old man hobbling towards them. Relaxing, they both looked at each other in confusion before looking back at the man.

"Are you here for your wands?" He asked, looking them over. They both nodded in conformation as he went over to a desk, pulling out a measuring tape. "Which of you will be first?"

Harry and Allen looked at each other, uncertain about who should go first. Allen, seeing how hesitant and worried Harry was, decided he should step forward. "I'll go first, Mr. Ollivander." He smiled.

Ollivander nodded and moved forward, raising the tape measure. "Which arm is your arm wand?"

"My what?" Allen and Harry stared dumbfounded.

"You're arm wand, the arm you use most," Ollivander explained quickly.

"Oh, sorry. I'm ambidexterous," Allen replied sheepishly.

Ollivander looked a little surprised before nodding to himself. "Alright, hold out both of your arms then." He commanded, using the tape measure already to check the lengths of Allen's arms. After Allen had raised both arms, Ollivander began muttering to himself and went off, leaving the tape measure there… still measuring Allen! Both Harry and Allen gave a double check on that, and yes, the tape measure was acting as though someone was holding it up and measuring Allen still, taking note of how tall he was, width, everything basically. Harry noticed Allen had stiffened oddly, like he was uncomfortable next to the magical tape measure. Harry wondered what that was about, and was going to ask when Ollivander returned, holding some boxes and pulling out a stick.

"Try this one," he said, giving it to Allen. Allen took it in his left hand and stared at Ollivander, who stared back. After a moment, Ollivander asked "Well? Give it a swish!" Allen, a little confused, did so and jumped in shock from the pot that broke. Ollivander took it back with a mutter and grabbed another wand, placing it into Allen's hand. Hesitantly, Allen waved it a little and small ball of fire came out and ran down it. Ollivander quickly put it out before anyone was burned, and gave Allen a new wand. This happened around ten more times, and both Allen and Harry wondered whether or not Allen would be able to find a wand. Finally, Ollivander seemed to think of a wand that he could give to the poor boy, and hurried off deep into the abyss of a store. When he came out, he had a box in his hand. Taking the wand out, he handed it over to Allen without a word, and immediately Allen's left hand began to feel warm and he swore he could hear piano notes playing.

"Nine and a half inches, Yew, which is known for being either extremely protective or horribly evil." He paused and looked at Allen wearily before saying. "Thestral tail hair. The only other wand which has a Thestral hair in it is the Elder wand. A wand, with the affinity for death. I hope one as young as you would not have to deal with the matters of death too much."

Allen gave a small, sad smile, as though the thought of death was one he was well acquainted with. Harry couldn't help but wonder what type of person Allen really was.

"Your turn, Mr. Potter." Harry snapped out of his musing and stepped forward with a deep breath and a reassuring smile from Allen. Once again, Ollivander left the tape measure to float and make whatever markings it had to for Harry. After about ten wands that he'd waved and much more damage to the shop than had been done before, Ollivander got the same odd glint he'd given Allen and disappeared down an aisle. Upon return, he handed Harry a wand and waited. As Harry held the wand, a warm breeze seemed to blow past him, making his scar feel as though it was heating up.

"Eleven inches, Holly with a Phoenix feather core." He gave Harry an odd look as well. "This wand is peculiar, as when it was made, the phoenix that gave the feather had in fact given two, which made a different wand. And the brother of this wand gave you that scar on your forehead."

"Almost like they were destined, huh?"

"Looks like God let us meet another interesting person, huh nephew?"

"Sure, if God actually existed."

Neah sighed. "Right, I'm talking to the non-believer here."

"Please, you don't believe in him either."

Allen could feel the grin spread across the Noah's face, even though he refused to look at the window's reflection. "You know me so well dear nephew."

"That will be seven Gallions for each of the wands." Ollivander's voice brought Allen back to the present. Opening the small bag that Hagrid had given him, Allen looked at all the coins.

"Uhhh, Harry? Which one's a Gallion?" Allen looked at Harry in complete confusion, who was looking fairly confused himself and pointed out the gold coin.

"I'm pretty sure these are Gallions." Harry and Allen then counted out seven and handed them over to Ollivander.

Ollivander watched the duo walk out of the shop, and couldn't help but wonder who exactly he'd just given wands to.

Outside, the two boys stood and looked around. They didn't actually know what to do, and were about to try and go find the pet store when a loud "Harry! Allen!" boomed to their right. Turning, they saw Hagrid holding two cages, one with a snowy owl, and the other with a barn.

"Happy birthday Harry!" Hagrid handed over the snowy owl to the brunette, enjoying the smile the boy gave him in return. "An' this one's fer yeh, Allen. Welcome ta the Wizarding World!"

Accepting the barn owl, Allen stared at Hagrid in shock. "But I can't accept this from you! I didn't pay for it or anything and-"

Hagrid stopped the rant by holding up his hand. "I wanted ta get yeh a gift ter help yeh into the Wizarding World. That's all there is to it."

Allen was about to say something, when a golden golem popped out of his coat pocket. "Tim!" Hagrid and Harry stared slack jawed as the small golden object flew and landed on the cage. He and the owl seemed to stare at each other for a moment before Tim opened his mouth showing his teeth and the owl opened its' beak threateningly. After a second of this, they both stopped and Tim sat atop the cage contently, accepting the new family member. Seeing this, Allen sighed. "Since you accept him, I guess I'll have to as well, huh Tim?" Allen gave a wry smile as the golem showed his teeth again.

"What is that!" Harry asked.

"Hmm? Oh, this is Tim, he's my golem." Allen replied sheepishly.

"Ah thought yeh never been near magic before Allen! That looks just like a snitch it does!" Hagrid exclaimed.

"I have no idea what a snitch is, but I've never been near magic until recently, but my master, whom I apprenticed to, practiced it at some point of his life. He gave me Tim for safe keeping, so Tim, can you go back into my pocket before a cat eats you again? Please?" Allen ended up with begging the small golem before he just opened the cage and Tim instead went inside there and sat next to the owl.

"Alright then," Harry said, just deciding to go with it, "Where to next Hagrid?"

And so the rest of the day composed of gaining the rest of their stuff, though Allen still lacked his robes. Though neither boy knew, the owl Allen had was taking note of all of their actions. Looks like I've found those two boys Grandfather met when they were babies, huh? Looks like life just got interesting.

Chapter 3 – end

*laughs* Hey everyone! It's been a while huh? Well, just to let you all know, I'm not dead (even though this is kind or late) and I swear to god if you kill me you won't know what happens in the future. *hides behind a wall to avoid any deadly projectiles*

Also, thank you for all who reviewed and followed and favorited, special shout out to Aquavenn and Liketolaugh for helping me with the wood for Allen's wand (you all have no idea how freaking long I spent trying to figure out what kind of wood to give him* so thank you two very much! Your inputs really helped me, I swear! Also, if you want some good stories, go check out their profiles! Thanks again everyone!

Also, anyone wanna guess who stopped Allen and Neah? It's kinda obvious, but still, anyone? Also that Owl thing at the end, yeah, not too sure where it came from, but don't be surprised if I make some omakes/shorts featuring him!