You know I was doing the dishes and this came to me? Haha. Yeah. Random.

If you read this and have not finished the Deathly Hallows and spoil the book for yourself, do NOT attempt to take it out on me! I will ignore you, and might even laugh. You have been warned. There are SPOILERS in this. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED!

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Ginevra 'Ginny' Potter, with her younger daughter holding onto her hand and a boasting eleven year old walking in front of her leading the way while bragging to his younger brother, made her way towards the Leaky Cauldron.

Her eldest son, James, would be starting Hogwarts soon. It was time he got his school supplies.

"I tell you, Albus. I will be in Gryffindor. I hope I can get onto the Quidditch team this year… If I plan on having a better reputation than Dad, then I have to!" James went on to his brother.

Ginny rolled her eyes. To her side, her daughter Lily gave a small cry of annoyance.

"Mummy, make him stop!"

She smiled at the girl. "I've tried, sweetie. I have. But he won't."

"You won't be able to get onto the Quidditch team, James." Albus said.

His brother gave a cry of indignation. "And why not?"

"Because," Albus said quietly. "Dad told us how he ended up on the team. You've had him tell us a thousand times. It was because he was trying to help Neville! Remember? And he was lucky not to have gotten into trouble! In fact- remember? He said he thought he had gotten into trouble! The only way you'd be able to make it onto the team is if you pull a stunt like that. Besides, first years can't even have their own brooms."

"I-"
"And you better not pull a stunt like that, James Potter." Ginny said sharply. "If I find out that you did, you will be sorry."

"But mum-"
"Not buts."

As Ginny looked away, James stuck his tongue out at her.

"Mummy! Mummy! James just stuck his tongue out at you!" Lily cried.

"Man, Lily! D'you have to be such a baby?"

"I'm not a baby." Lily said, puffing her chest out slightly.

"Don't call her a baby. She's not one. And you better watch that tongue of yours or you won't be going!"

"Going where? To Diagon Alley?"
"To Hogwarts!"

"But- but Mum! You can't keep me from going!"
"Just watch me. Ah, here we are... just around the corner."
But as the four turned the corner, they ran into a father and son having a small argument.

"I'm telling you, Dad. It's right here!"

"No, it can't be, Preston. That's just some dodgy old pub."

"No it's not! The sign says 'the Leaky Cauldron'!"

"No, it does not! I can see the sign very clearly, and it doesn't!"

The father was a rather large man with blonde hair, and the son looking like a miniature copy.

"Yes, yes it does! Father, we should just go in and then you'll see!"

"It's a pub, Preston! You are under age for such a place."
"Then I'll wait on the street for you to go in and see I'm right!"

"I will not!"

"But Dad. You know it's around here somewhere... You know it exists..."

"Yes, I know that I know, son! But this is not the place! But the paper says it should be here!"

Ginny sighed. It looked as though she was going to have to explain some things to this boy's father. "You lot stay right here, okay? Do not move. James- You watch Lily. Here." She put the younger girls hand in his. "Albus...watch James." She added in after thought.

"Hey!" James cried out, but Ginny wasn't listening. She was already making her way towards the father and son pair.

"Excuse me; I may be able to help you…" She spoke.

The pair turned to her.

"I'm sorry for interrupting," she began. "But your son is right, Sir. The Leaky Cauldron is right here." She motioned to the door. "The reason it only looks like a run down pub to you is to keep the muggles away from it. Muggles are a-"
"Non magical folk, yes." The man finished her sentence... "So it's...er... Disguised then? With…"He lowered his voice. "With magic?"

Ginny smiled. "Yes, with magic. I'm about to take my son shopping for school supplies. I'm sure that's what you're going to be doing?"
The pair nodded.

"If you'd like, I'd be happy to help you out."
"If... if it wouldn't be to much trouble…"
"Not at all." Ginny smiled. "I'm Ginny Potter." She held out her hand.

"Potter? Dad, wasn't that-"
"Not now, Preston." He said quickly to the boy. "Dudley Dursley." He said taking her hand and giving it a firm shake.

Ginny smiled. "Shall we?"

After collecting her children, the Potters along with the Dursleys made their way into Diagon Alley.

Ginny watched their faces as they walked through the brick wall.

Right away her own children began shouting out where they wanted to go first.

"Right then," Ginny said. She turned to Preston. "Do you mind if I have a look at what's on your list? I'd like to see if its all the same things as James here..."

The boy quickly dug the list out of his pocket and handed it to her. After quickly skimming it over, she decided it was.

"Well, I guess we should get their school books first." Ginny said, looking at Flourish and Blotts, which wasn't far off.

"But Mum!" James cried suddenly, "I wanted to get my wand first."

"You'll get your wand soon enough, James. Don't complain.-Oh! You need money!"

"Money?" Dudley asked. "I have money, see?"

He pulled out paper bills.

"No, no. We have our own money unit here." Ginny explained. She opened her pouch and took out each a sickle, knut and galleon. "Come on then, we'll get to Gringotts and get you some money!"