Early parts of the supply list comes from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

Chapter Five - The Cat and the Alley

Minerva preferred, as a few of her younger colleagues observed with dismay, to be up with the sun and down not long after the moon rose and dinner was served. She used every spare moment to grade papers, wander the grounds, do her patrols, everything that needed to be done. Hence why on the morning of July thirty-first, she was up and bustling past the preparations for tomorrow's Summer Memorial to grab a breakfast and retreat from the future bustle of her fellow teachers, some of whom were still young enough to be students at times as far as she was concerned.

"You've got a message," came from her window when she returned. The large orange and black cat rolled into the sun, her voice half a yawn as she spoke. "No viruses, sender's Hagrid." A pause. "Marked Code Orange."

"Is it a child acceptance?" Minerva sipped her tea from a thermos. It was early morning and no one could judge. "He knows better than that, surely."

"It's an emergency awareness, more like." The cat wrinkled her nose. "He turned himself into a pig."

Minerva almost choked on her tea. "Who was it?"

"Name of Dursley. The parents are apoplectic, Hagrid thought it best to get the Potter boy out of there quick as he was able."

Minerva resisted the careworn urge to bury her face in her sleeves. "Hagrid, was it really necessary? To the child?"

"Defense of a minor, it says. He'd only intended to back the boy off of Potter but the magic did one of its funny things you accuse it of." The cat's golden eyes regarded her. "Kid's got the results though. Shouldn't be too surprising things acted up."

"Indeed." Minerva pursed her lips. A Dursley in their school. It was concerning. The Dursleys were those conspicuously safe kind of people, the ones that only pretended to be important because they knew enough who mattered, who confused safety and controllable with happiness, normality with perfection.

And from what little she had of the results, the only one who'd lacked much of a spark of Soul, let alone a connection to magic, was the father, and even that was not a fault of his own. It was a single accident in college and it had nearly closed him to their world forever.

Minerva doubted anyone would have noticed, but the point remained.

She hadn't seen all of what had been done to little Harry Potter, but comparing the boys side-by-side was enough to guess. She would imagine if they didn't handle this next month carefully, it would surely only get worse. That was what made Hagrid separating them a good call.

She wasn't certain that using magic had been but the man got protective when he chose to be. "I'll have to delegate someone to see to the Dursleys." She was stuck seeing some family of dentists while their daughter shopped with a magical family. They needed a streamlined dental service here at Hogwarts for Pomfrey's sake, and their daughter had shown such a strong soul spike it'd apparently broken one of the machines. Fascinating. If only Muggle technology was built better sometimes, rather than out of expendability.

"You could send Snape," drawled her cat.

Minerva snorted into her biscuit. "Not even I am that cruel, Meicoomon." Severus pretended he was over his problems, but she could recall weeks of the words Potter and Petunia being grumbled by a gangly, skinny boy and a bright scrap of a girl and the way the man's eyes flashed the closer they came to Halloween every year. She wasn't going to poke that bee's nest.

"If you say so, Minnie." The cat rolled from the window. "Then send Pomfrey. She'll want to look at the boy anyway."

She supposed that was so. Minerva paused, ignored the nickname, then continued. "You just want to see her arrest the Dursleys don't you?"

"Only if you do."

Digimon partners were a blessing and a curse on the Magical community. Minerva always thought so, but only more so at this moment. "Very well, I shall message Poppy. And you shall message Severus to make sure he actually gets the health regimen ingredients and potions ready on time this year. If we have another collection of unhealthy children again, I'd rather us be ready before the Weasley twins can turn them into liquid marshmallow."

Meicoomon cackled but left to obey anyway.

Minerva finished her breakfast and looked up at one of the walls of her simple room. "Lily… James, the time is growing short," she said to the portrait on one side.

The redhead on one side, leaned towards the bassinet, winked at her. Then the man on her right disappeared, like he'd never been at all.

Minerva left the room and headed towards the staff lounge. It would be a long day still, not counting the effort it would take after this to convince the Weasleys that yes, it was perfectly natural for the school to buy the supplies with their children, it was hardly pity.

At first glance, Magical London looked almost like the few times he's visited regular London. He doesn't say Muggle because that sounds weird, intentionally stupid, mean. But Sayo gave him a nudge, gently, always gently with him it made him feel a little like glass, and Harry turned his head to see a rather dingy looking pub off to the side of an alley.

"There's our way in, it is. Got yer supply list Harry?" Hagrid was beaming all over again, as if he knew every smile made Harry grin back. He unfolded it.

"First-year students will require," he read, eyes slowly growing wider at every word.

"Uniform
Three Sets of Plain Work Robes (Black)

One Plain Pointed Hat (Black) for day wear
One Pair of Protective Gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One Winter Cloak (Black, silver fastenings)

Multiple pairs of pajamas

Three sets of active wear

Two pairs of respective boots, sneakers, and slippers.

One set of black ties

One new wardrobe set for formal and informal events

One pair of reinforced Goggles

Please note that all student's clothes should carry name-tags at all times.

Books

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

The Times of Old by Takeru Takaishi
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Introduction to Digimon Taming by Gorou Mizuno and Newt Scamander
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Soul Colors and Soul Powers: A Child's Guide by Spencer Daimon

Youthful Programming by Inoue Miyako

The Code Connection: Using the World Around You by Izumi Koushiro

Other Equipment
1 Wand

1 Satellite
1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set of glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set of brass scales

1 beginner's potions ingredients set

1 trunk, with undetectable extension and multiple compartments

1 computer building set

1 first aid kit

1 survival pack

1 digimon partner

1 digivice

Students may also bring an Owl, a Cat or a Toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS NOR PARTNERS FROM HOME.."

Harry breathed out after a few moments of catching his breath. "That's a lot!" And most of it made no sense.

"All schools are covering two different programs now," said Sayo, who was watching Hagrid move them through the crowd towards the dingy pub. "The West is a bit behind other countries in integrating magic and Digimon, you see."

"Integrating what?" Because he could believe in magic, he had seen magic all last night, but he'd never heard of the second bit.

"Digimon," she said and the girl was beaming a little as she spoke. "Digital Monsters. Technology. In the 30's someone found hints of another world. One that overlaps with this one, and the connection's only grown stronger with the more technology we have. It was enough that wizards took notice and well, the world's changed. It's just England's been slow with everything that's going on. Most countries have altered their curriculum a lot but the wizarding and non-magical ministries are up in arms about it at each other every time they talk. So they say."

"Tha's the gist of it," Hagrid agreed. "Is a bloody mess, is why Dumbledore, yer headmaster, Harry, stays outta it. Mind people keep tryna drag him in, but is not gonna work. He's got enough t' do."

A resentful, angry question rose up, but Harry swallowed it. He liked these two and he didn't want to ask them something there's no way they'd know. So he decided to ask a question they might. "How am I going to pay for all this? I haven't any money."

Hagrid chuckled a little. "Yer parents didn't leave you with nuffink, Harry. Those ruddy Dursleys just couldn't get their hands on it and neither could you cos of 'em. But now that yer here, yer gonna get a chance."

Harry couldn't help but doubt that. Sayo moved behind him. "Don't worry Harry," she said. "I'm getting my stuff today too. I know just what to get." She paused. "It's gonna be a long day though."

Harry shook his head. "I'm fine!" And really, he was. Being able to get his own things, with maybe his own money, he wouldn't dare jeopardize that by being something silly like being tired.

He followed after Hagrid, whose bulk alone caused tables to fly aside like stung children. A few people shifted in their chairs but for the most part, the customers ignored them, which felt very familiar.

"Need a pick-me-up Hagrid?" called the bartender, sounding so joyful it almost hurt. "It's getting about that time." A few people at the bar laughed.

Hagrid waved a large hand. "'Fraid not, Tom. Hogwarts business fer me. You'll understand. Got to get a few students their supplies y'see."

"Ah well, feel free to come by when you're done." Tom didn't even glance behind the man, but customers did and a few caught sight of Harry, even in the dingy gloom of the bar. They examined him lazily, only to lock eyes on the scars trailing down his hands and all the way to his forehead.

To be honest, in the rush of everything he'd rather forgotten about them.

One of the gawkers,however, did notice. "Merlin's beard," they breathed. "That's Harry Potter, it is."

Harry barely saw the man's face before the entire room was rushing to get a closer look at his face, at him. Hagrid brandished his umbrella to push them away, but they were a babble of voices and hands, eager to see him, and Harry for the life of him did not know why.

The next thing he knew, he was hoisted high in the air, landing neatly on Hagrid's shoulder. Sayo had climbed onto a table and was jumping from one to the next as Hagrid moved forward.

"Back! Back, I say! You lot let the boy breathe! Let 'im get his supplies for Merlin's sake." He kept walking on, oblivious to the people reaching up his spine until the door to the back alley swung open. Harry made sure to duck as it closed behind them.

"What was that?" Harry managed to say, climbing down with Sayo's help.

"You being famous," Sayo said with a wave of her hand. "Better get used to it. Magical gossip has a long shelf life. Yours is ten years strong."

"Famous for what?" Surely surviving the Dursleys wasn't an achievement.

"Surviving You-Know-Who o' course," said Hagrid with a shake of his head.

"I don't know who," Harry said and Hagrid smiled at him once more, tapping a brick.

"Be glad yeh don't. Fer now…"

Harry watched as the bricks shuffled back, revealing building after building of shining shops, each full of sound.

"Welcome," Hagrid told a gaping Harry. "To Diagon Alley."