Percy Jackson's eyes must have been deceiving him. The way in which the wall moved was transfixing by itself, but to then reveal a hidden street where there was surely no space for something to fit was practically mind blowing. He'd already witnessed Dumbledore alter space with their suitcases, but for something as large as an entire shopping street, was purely magically. But you know, a magical for magical people, something even they surely thought was just fantasy. Yet here it was, clear as day. He had certainly not realised just how powerful magic could be. 

He was way too far gone in his adoration of Diagon Alley, that he didn't hear Tom saying "This, here, is Diagon Alley. I can't take you any further, as I have to make sure others can get here. But you'll want to first start at Gringotts wizarding bank, which is about 500 yards down the street." He accompanied his words with hand gestures, detailing the correct way.

He was far too much in awe at what he saw before him. He faintly felt his mom leading him into Diagon Alley, and saying goodbye to Tom, before he heard a strange wooooosh sound, and he turned back around, only to see nothing but a solid wall.

His eyes didn't know where to look at first.

There was so much going on, that any direction he was facing had something new that he wanted.

His mom said to him, "We need to head to Gringotts first, so we can actually get you some of this stuff."

He nodded slightly, registering what she was saying, but too entranced by the sunlight dancing off some cauldrons outside of the nearest shop.

With the glare in his eyes, he barely managed to make out all the different kinds of cauldrons sitting in front of him. Not being able to read the sign above them which detailed what they were, he decided to try and guess by looks alone.

He figured one was pewter, though he didn't know what that looked like, he simply figured it to be a massively popular item, since all the kids would have one, or need to get one.

Looking at the other cauldrons, he saw a reddish brown looking one, and guessed that it was copper.

The next along was a metallically brown colour, which Percy believed to be bronze, though he was remiss to see it lacked the glowing finish he had started to associate with bronze, and was even more confused as to why he thought it'd glow in the first place.

He then saw a silver coloured cauldron, and Percy correctly guessed it was actually silver. He had just turned to look at the last two, when he felt his mom dragging him away.

"You can look all you want later Percy, but first, we need to get some money out." Sally said to Percy, trying to usher him into picking up his pace.

They made it all or about 10 feet before Percy lost himself to the wonders of Diagon Alley once again.

He wished that he had a hundred eyes, and even one on his tongue.

His head whipped around in every which direction as they made their way up the street, trying to spot everything in one: from the shops, to the shoppers, and the things outside of them.

His sea green eyes drank everything in, from the Apothecary with a flustered stout woman mockingly saying, "Dragon liver, 13 sickles an ounce, they're still mad..."

His eyes stayed on the plump woman, who was shaking her head so viciously, he thought it was about to come off. As he turned away from her, he heard a bunch of loud screeches coming from the opposite side of the alley.

Turning around he saw a pet store of some sort, with nothing but owls in its shady insides. They were practically screeching at Percy as he passed by, which completely engrossed Percy.

He had never liked owls, as they had never liked him.

He failed, once again, to notice the concerned look that crossed his moms face.

Sally knew why the owls acted the way they did, and she didn't like it one bit. She needed to move him away from here.

Steering his shoulders well clear of the Owl Emporium, Sally lead Percy face to face to a broomstick store. Normally she would have been afraid to let Percy travel through the air, but she had received a letter from Percy's dad, guaranteeing his safety when using broomsticks, so she was more than happy to let him own one, only with him not being a first year though.

Percy however, was still thinking about broomsticks, but was simply looking at the beauty of the one in front of him. He had been told a bit about quidditch by Dumbledore, and knew that he'd enjoy playing it, as the feeling of being free always entertained Percy.

He didn't like to be restrained. It wasn't in his nature.

He overheard a group of kids, three boys, and one girl, commentating on the broom that grabbed Percy's attention, their noses squished against the glass window of the store.

"Bloody hell," he overheard the middle boy shout to his friends, "it's only the Nimbus Two Thousand, that's the fastest broom to ever be made."

He left them to revel in their gasps of delight.

He noticed a shop with big brass telescopes of all different sizes set up in front of the stores window, and a shop opposite with flowing robes on racks and changing rooms.

There was another store with barrels in the windows, with what he could only guess to be spleens for bats judging by the wings hanging above that particular barrel, and then a barrel filled to the brim with eel eyes, which he just instinctively knew them to be. In the background, he saw potion bottles accompanying spell books, rune books, parchment and ink, with quills and moon globes.

He had felt his mouth drop with every store they passed. No matter what store it was, there was always something to amaze him.

He was ripped from his thoughts by his mom who was now pointing at a beautiful building, as white as snow, standing far above the other little shops.

It had gorgeous burnished bronze doors, that were currently being flanked by small looking figure, in vibrant scarlet and gold robes.

As he got closer, he took more notice of the funny little man next to the door.

"Goblin." He whispered.

He looked over at his mom, to see what she thought of them, and noticed that she didn't look at them as though they were out of the ordinary. Instead, she was looking down at him reproachfully, instantly wiping the gawping look off of his face.

"Yes, now don't stare, it's rude." Sally said, her voice a tiny bit sharper than usual.

Percy nodded his head. He hadn't cared that they were different, it was just he hadn't seen anything like them before. He wasn't meaning to be rude.

The goblin was about a head and half shorter than Percy, with a saturnine, shrewd face. His feet, and hands, were both long and slender, Percy took note.

As he and his mom passed, the goblin bowed to them, to which Percy, unsure of how he was supposed to treat this, bowed slightly back.

The goblins otherwise clever face, adopted a perplexed one for a mere second, before moulding back to its regular state of aloofness.

Once in the foyer, Percy took note of its grandness, before spotting a pair of double silver doors.

He could see words engraved on them, and was pleasantly surprised to see he could read them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.

Even though Percy had absolutely no intention of stealing anything, he could feel himself start to act a lot more cautious and precise with the way he acted, definitely acting more suspicious than he had right to be.

This time however, as they walked through these doors, were a pair of goblins, who also bowed them through.

Once through, the room spread out into a vast hall, decorated with marble. There was a long counter spread across the room, with high stools behind, and goblins sat upon them. About a hundred in all.

These goblins were working brass scales with coins, and writing in large ledgers, before peering at precious gemstones through magnifying glasses.

There were also more doors than Percy could count, all around the room, with even more goblins at the entrances, who were constantly appearing and disappearing with different people.

Joining the light queue, due to how numerous and how effective the goblins were, Percy and Sally were seen to in no time.

Spotting a goblin free up, they made their way over to his section of the counter.

Percy, being the uninformed 11 year old that he was, had no idea what he was doing, so stayed out of his moms way.

Sally, while never having dealt with goblins, had dealt with human bankers, and figured it wasn't too different. So she spoke with confidence, and asked "I would like to see Percy Jackson's vault." before drawing a key from her pocket, at the goblins prompting.

Taken aback by the sight of the key, Percy glanced at his mom, wondering where she got it from. She noticed his questioning look at the key, and said "Dumbledore gave it to me when he last visited, saying your dad gave it to him to give to you."

Percy accepted the answer, as his mom didn't have any reason to lie to him, and he could tell that she wasn't.

He wasn't happy with how much time other people got to see of his dad, with him having barely any, but figured he had an acceptable reason, and decided to trust him. It also helped that his mom had told him to trust his dad.

Paying attention to the goblin once again, he saw him turn the key over in his hand, scrutinising it carefully.

Nodding his head, the goblin said "Well everything seems to be in order. Take this, and head over towards Griphook, he's at the entrance closest to here. Next!"

He handed them a little piece of card, with a stamp on it, signifying that they were legit, and quickly ushered them away, beckoning the next customers forward.

They headed towards who the assumed was Griphook, and showed him the stamped card.

Griphook was also a goblin, though Percy had come to expect that. This goblin gestures for them to follow, to which they did wordlessly.

They were heading to one of the doors Percy spotted earlier. As Griphook opened the door, Percy was prepared to see more ornate marble furnishings, but was shocked to see flaming torches adorning the wall, casting a light over the very narrow stone passageway.

Percy had to watch his step, as he nearly tripped over railway tracks, and tumbled down the slopes hill in front of him. Steadying himself, he heard Griphook whistle sharply, and looked on in awe as a small cart whizzed up the tracks towards them.

They all managed to fit in okay, and as soon as they were all seated, they were off.

They twisted and turned through a labyrinth of interconnecting tunnels, Percy didn't even bother trying to remember all the turns they made, as he knew it was no use. Percy's breath caught in his throat once he realised that Griphook wasn't actually steering the rattling cart, before he realised they were clearly perfectly safe.

They whipped down at speeds Percy shouldn't have felt comfortable at, but he loved the feeling of the cool air, rushing past his face, flowing through his raven locks, and drying his eyes up.

He thought he saw little bursts of fire every so often, but they were gone before he could get a proper look.

Eventually, the cart slowed to a stop, and Percy hopped out, slightly disappointed it was over.

He had a look at where they were, and saw a very small, but intricate door. It had what looked like bronze welded onto the wood of the door. Glowing bronze. Bronze he felt familiar with.

Griphook held his hand out, and his mom swiftly popped the key into it.

Unlocking the door, Percy thought he might die of shock.

He was certainly mistaken before, winning the lottery was better.

Inside this door was a room that Griphook confirmed to be about 15 metres by 15 metres, and 10 metres high. Stepping into the only bit of floor that wasn't completely covered with items, he surveyed what was now his, and his moms.

He had a general understanding of how wizarding currency worked, enough to know that he was filthy rich. Like, properly rich, Bill Gates rich.

Starting the full 15 metres back, was a wall of gold coins. An actual wall.

This wall took up about 10 metres by 10 metres, and was completely touching the ceiling. It was absolutely packed with galleons. It was a huge square, with as many galleons as there can physically be it that area. Then in the 5 metre by 15 metre square area that wasn't taken up, on the far right, was filled in the same manner as the galleons, only with sickles. There were no Knuts anywhere to be found in his vault.

The last section of the vault, by the entrance, was also a 5 metre by 15 metre area. This, however, was void of any coinage. Instead there was beautiful crafted armour sets, some made from bronze, some iron, some gold, some a strange black material, etc.

They were jaw dropping beautiful. Like a god had crafted them himself. The intricacy, and delicacy, and care taken into them, made them simply divine.

These armour sets were set up on wooden mannequins, and were at the far left. Spanning a smaller area was a shield rack, with equally beautiful shields, with the same care taken to them. Each shield had a picture painted on with precision and such vividness they almost came to life.

Next came a weapons rack, with 2 different weapons all made from different materials. They were made from bronze, gold, and the black one. There were fork shaped weapons, like he'd seen the man in his dream hold, then there were also knives, which he had a vague premonition about knives being vital in his future.

He was dismayed to see that there was no swords, as he had always liked pretend sword-fighting with branches.

The only one he felt drawn to, was the fork thing, which he believed to actually be a trident. He headed over there, and put his right hand on the bronze one, the one he felt most comfortable with. He quickly reached his hand back as the weapon, and the bronze knife vibrated a little, before growing smaller, and dropping to the floor with a pop.

Looking down, he saw the two weapons were about the size of one of his fingers, and thought to himself, how convenient, they travel well. He bent down to pick them up, when suddenly both of them simultaneously floated, before rushing towards each other, clashing together in a blinding flash.

Once his eyes cleared, he once again looked down, and this time saw a glowing bronze coin, lining the floor. Staring at the coin in shock, he slowly bent down and picked it up. It was still vibrating, though it was getting more and more quiet with every passing second.

He quickly shoved it into his right pocket, brushing past his pen, before he looked towards the shield rack, and made his way over.

Touching one which looked to be a Pegasus flying, he stood still as he watched the Pegasus actually start to fly around the shield. He was so fixed on the hypnotic beating of the winged horses wings, that he didn't notice it start to shrink down too, before it dropped onto the floor, the size of his palm. He waited for it to hover in midair, and watched as it also emitted a blinding light, before taking on the form of an elegant watch.

He quickly picked this up too, before fastening it onto his right wrist.

Knowing that some kind of powerful magic was taking place, he decided to try and work out how it worked with the last piece of equipment in the room, the armour.

Heading over to the mannequins, he studied each of them carefully, desperately trying to ascertain a hint of how they worked.

Coming up short, he instead looked at each to see which he liked the best. Eventually deciding on the bronze, since it looked the most well designed and he felt drawn to that material.

Reaching out his hand, he suddenly stopped short, and decided to try and guess what it would turn into, as to not let his musings of the magic behind it be a complete waste.

They were all clearly supposed to look like ordinary items, such as the coin and the watch, and he could understand why each looked like they did. The watch being something readily on his wrist, ready to protect him at a moment's notice, and his trident (the weapon he could tell he'd use the most) was quickly available in his pocket. Though the idea of a coin was a little confusing, as he thought a pen would be better suited, after all, it resembles a weapon the most out of all objects a person would have on them.

He rationalized that it would turn into a necklace, or a belt or something along those lines, as they were central on his body.

Frustrating himself, he decided to know once and for all, and touched the cold material. The same happened again, with the armour shrinking, before floating in the air and clashing together in a flash of pure white light.

As his vision slowly improved, he spied the newly hidden armour in the form of a necklace. He applauded himself for guessing it right, and retrieved it from the floor, before fastening it around his neck.

None of the items concealed identities looked as impressive as what they were hiding but still looked good and dare he say regal.

His watch, was again, bronze, had gorgeous patterns adorning it, and looked like it would be worth a lot of dollars. Same with his neclacke, which looked like it was made up of a multitude of bronze beads, all with brilliantly intricate designs hand carved into them, though couldn't see what the patterns made, as the vault was too dark. Then was his coin, which was strange in and of itself. It also had many patterns carved into it, and had a stamp of the Empire State Building on one side, tremendously crafted into the bronze, and on the other was beautiful horse, waves, and trident, interwoven in a way that shouldn't have looked that impressive, but still was.

It was safe to say that Percy was taken aback by each and everyone of them.

There was nothing else in the vault that struck Percy of particular notice, so he turned towards his mom, to see how many coins she thought he should take.

Sally was in shock. Percy seemed to get over his surprise relatively quickly once he saw the weapons at about the 20 second mark. Sally, however, did not. She couldn't believe how much money her son Percy now had.

His father was trying to make up for his absence.

She completely missed Percy's display with the equipment, as she was too focused on mentally berating his father. It was too much money to give to an 11 year old. It could do any number of things to him, but worst of all, it could corrupt him. Who's to say he doesn't become spoilt and elitist?

She would have to make sure he knows that this doesn't make him better than other people.

She needn't have bothered though, because Percy was already making plans on what charities he would give this too, and how he would make sure that his mom got more than enough of her fair share of this. He would of course keep some to himself, but he certainly wouldn't be stingy with it.

A slight cough sounded from the goblin handlers lips.

This broke them both out of their thoughts, and they looked towards him. He was holding out 2 bags towards them. He told them that they should probably take about 200 galleons to cover schooling costs, and any more would be for extra.

Sally decided to help Percy take 350 galleons from the pile. At first she was wary of how she'd take them out, when she saw Percy just take a handful of coins out from one stack, and saw that instead of falling, the coins above slowly slotted into place.

So she, too, threw caution to the wind.

They were done in no time, and were soon off back to Diagon Alley, taking an equally wild cart ride to get them there.

Standing outside, with the sunlight shining down on them, Percy felt a surge of excitement race through his veins. He had an extreme amount of money. And he could spend it however he like, providing he first made sure he got his Hogwarts items.

He didn't know where to head first though, but luckily his mom was on the ball, as she had already pulled out his list of necessities.

Percy had always hated shopping, and while the prospect of it all being wizard related elevated his mood a great deal, he was still slightly wary.

They head off to complete their shopping list. They decided to leave pet shopping, book shopping, and wand shopping till last.

They went all over Diagon Alley, stopping off at every shop they saw, not necessarily because they need to get something from there, but because they were both fascinated by the things they saw.

They eventually managed to get round to collecting most of his things.

They were currently on their way to heading towards the book store. They had checked out how much they had left to spend, and how much everything else would roughly cost, and knew that they had about 150 Galleons of spare change.

In Flourish and Blotts, they went crazy. They first made sure he had all the books for year 1, but Percy, after he had a new outlook on life, and a new code to live by, asked for any books that could help him. Though he didn't want to get any books he'd need for later years, as he wanted to look forward to buying them every year.

Firstly, he asked to buy a book about translating words to different languages. Then he bought spell books, and the self teach books that accompanied them.

Curse books were also thrown into the mix, and he was particualry anxious to read Curses and Countercurses, because they didn't seem too dangerous, so he'd be able to use them on people without them being in danger. It would really help with pranking people.

He thought that he knew wouldn't be able to remember all of these spells, but he knew if he had access to a source of lots of spells, he wouldn't struggle too much.

By the end of their trip, the extra spending money he had was severely dwindled.

He had bought far too many books.

Though he knew they'd come in handy, and it's not like he needed the money, so it didn't really matter.

Moving away from the book store, they decided to get his wand and pet, then call it a day.

They head towards a shop called Ollivanders. He couldn't make out the sign above the shop, but he could certainly make out the peeling of the letters.

The shops condition wasn't much better. It had definitely seen better days. It was very narrow, and very shabby. Looking through the dusty display window, Percy saw a solitary wand, lying upon faded violet cushion.

Percy had originally been most excited about getting his wand, but now he figured wands weren't actually that favoured by wizards.

He was, of course, completely wrong.

Still though, he headed in to the shop, hearing the tinkling of a bell as they stepped passed the threshold of the shop.

It was a very cramped place. Tiny even. A lone, spindly chair, sat in the middle, by itself, which his mom eventually moved to. Percy was faintly reminded of a strict library, and to put his mind at ease, tried looking for all the wands.

He noticed thousands of very thin, long boxes, neatly piled up to the ceiling. His senses activated, and he was acutely aware of the magic that was laced throughout this room. The dust, and the silence, carrying a wave of energy. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

He heard the light shuffle of feet from behind the counter, and turned to gaze at an old man, with pale eyes like moons, shining through the shops gloom.

"Good afternoon." Came the mans soft voice.

"Hello." Said both Percy, and his mom, in sync.

The man smiled, and asked for his name.

"Percy Jackson, sir." he said, as equally softly. There must be something about the atmosphere.

"Now let me see," started Ollivander, before procuring a long tape measure, with silver markings, from his pocket.

"Wand arm?" He asked, already starting his measurements.

"Err, I'm right handed." Percy said, confused as to what his wand arm is.

Apparently this was the right arm for him to say, as Ollivander prompted him to hold it out, before he started to measure things Percy didn't think had any correlation. Suddenly stopping though, Ollivander looked up and said,

"Curious. Very curious. Your wand is not destined for your strongest arm. Curious indeed. Left arm, my boy. Now." He rushed Percy towards the end.

Starting again, Ollivander this time began with shoulder to finger, which seemed fine, as did wrist to elbow, but then he measured shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and then finally around his head. It was safe to say, Percy was even more confused.

While measuring, he explained to Percy about the cores he uses. How they're all powerful, and how his wands are all unique, and how only the wand that's right for you, will get the best out of you.

It wasn't until Ollivander sprung away that Percy realised the tape measure was flying and measuring by itself. He found this out when it was measuring the size of his earlobes.

By the time Ollivander stopped racing up and down his ladder, he had amassed about 5 boxes, and was on his way back over.

Setting the boxes on the counter, he snatched away the tape measure.

Ollivander then handed him different wands and ordered him to wave them. Nothing had happened, and Ollivander grabbed them away almost immediately.

There were dragon heartstring core wands, and beechwood wood, but none fit Percy.

Ollivander took the boxes away, and grabbed what was the seventh wand Percy tried, and took it down from its shelf.

He looked down at it, then back at Percy, and he had an excited look in his eyes, which quickly turned to sorrow. It said that he was confident this was the one for Percy, but that he didn't like what it means.

He deliberately made his way over to Percy, and unboxed the latest wand. Holding it out towards him, Percy reached over and grabbed it. His fingers connecting to the soft, silk lining of the box, before closing around the new wand.

He instantly felt a connection. A warmth spread through the fingers on his left hand. He lifted the wand out of the box, and waved it in front of himself. Upon doing so, red and gold firework sparkles shot out of it. A quick clap from Ollivander signified that this was the right wand for him.

Yet Ollivander was not happy.

"Yew, Phoenix feather, thirteen and a half inches, nice and supple." Ollivander started, swallowing a gulp down his throat. He didn't want to say the next words, but he knew he ought to.

"This is perhaps the rarest wand in my collection. In that it is the only wand that I know of, that isn't rare. This wand is almost identical to another one sold, some 70 years ago now. Only difference being the exact tree and phoenix it got it's material from were not the same. The wand however, remains just as powerful as it's twin, a wand that has done many a great things. Great, not good or light, however, but nevertheless great." His voice wavered ever so slightly with his last sentence, making Percy's stomach drop, just a little.

Percy could see the wand makers nervousness seep through his words. He didn't have a clue what the guy was talking about however, but did think that despite his obvious quarell, Ollivander wasn't saying he couldn't have the wand, so it can't be too bad.

"Is that a bad thing? That the wand is the same, I mean?" His voice spoke up, ending the silence that had washed over the room.

If he was one and half feet taller, he'd have been able to see the sharp look that crossed over Ollivanders eyes. The almost haunting gaze that enveloped them would have been enough for Percy to want to find a different wand. As it were, he was not 6 foot 5, and nor did he see the apprehensive gaze of the wandmaker.

"Not inherently, Percy. Simply, the wand was the twin of one carried by a most marvollous student who lost his way a little." His last sentence being something akin to a warning.

Percy could almost see right through Ollivanders words. It was plain to see that while Ollivander was telling the truth, his words had been carefully chosen.

Percy was oddly comforted by that. Ollivander was clearly a respectable man, and as such, Percy was comforted by the fact that he was trying to make sure he wasn't put off by the wand, and that the veiled warning he gave was just that, a warning, not a premonition of Percy's future.

Noticing Percy's acceptance, he fixed the wand back into the box, wrapped it in brown paper, and tyed it off with a string bow.

This exchange was silent between the two.

As Percy was exiting the store, after having paid Ollivander 9 galleons, he heard the man softly ask, "Percy?"

Turning around, he felt his mom carry on through the doorway, before he noticed the look of conviction cross the aged man's face.

"The wand in your possession is destined for a great wizard, yet it's not my place to say whether they'll be good or bad. Trust in yourself, child, and do what you feel right." Ollivander was assured in his words. He knew the young boy in front of him was special. He just knew. And that's what worried him.

Percy took his words to heart. The vote of confidence in him peppered him up. He was no longer dwelling on the negatives of this wand, and instead looked towards the future.

He let out a soft smile to the man, said, "Thank you, sir.", and followed his mother out the store.

Meeting back up with her son, Sally decided not to comment on the wand. She was afraid of the cautionary tale cited by Ollivander but knew her son would be a good man.

She looked over to him, and could practically see the cogs turning in his head. Deciding to help get his mind off of it. she asked:

"What kind of animal do you want to take with you? I wouldn't recommend an owl, you know how the act around you." she asked.

Percy did in fact know how they reacted to him. It was almost vicious. His memories of owl attacks quickly entered his mind, pushing all thoughts about his wand away.

"I'm not sure. I want a toad, because you know how I like water animals. But a cat sounds awesome too. Can't I just get one of each? Nobody will know." Percy pleaded, unable to make the decision.

Sally sighed, she knew she shouldn't let Percy, but she was in a generous mood, so she said, "Well let's get you a cat first. Then we'll SEE about a toad, okay?"

Percy's eyes dropped a little, and he mumbled "Okay."

As they entered the pet store, Percy immediately headed to where the cat section was clearly on display. He looked at each and every cat, before his eyes dropped, and he said "I don't like any of them. Guess I wont be sneaking two pets in. Though I do want to see my new toad." He perked up a bit, at the end.

He head to the toad area, and immediately all the toads started bouncing around in happiness at seeing Percy. He appeared to not know which one to pick, before he suddenly reached out and grabbed one.

"I'll have this one. I could've sworn I heard it talk to me, so it must be more magical than the others. I hope. A magical frog would be so awesome. Not to mention it looks the coolest." Percy said happily, all misery about getting no cat had suddenly left his mind. A talking frog could do that to a child, who'd have thought?

Sally took a deep breath. She knew why the toad was speaking to him, and knew that Percy was becoming self aware, though she decided to still wait, and then see at Christmas, as she didn't want him finding out and not being able to protect himself straight away. This way, his skillset he'd learn at Hogwarts would stand him in better stead.

He should be able to last a few months, right?

After Percy had finally torn his gaze away from his new favourite thing in the world, he managed to pay for his new toad, and they backed out of the store. They headed up Diagon Alley, where they came across the stone wall.

Sally was going to ask Percy to take out his wand to tap it, but it suddenly started opening up, and on the other side was Tom.

He waved at them, and helped them with their things. He spotted Percy with his toad and told him, "You know, I took a toad with me to Hogwarts. I loved it too. Shame no one else thought it was as good as I did. Don't let them try and shame you, okay? My toad did me good. Yours will too."

Percy nodded his head, he had never cared much for bullies, and doubted that would change at Hogwarts.

Tom helped them up to their rooms, and then proceeded to bid his goodbyes, and left them to sort through Percy's things.

Checking they had everything, they went down for something to eat.

Sally was nervous throughout the whole meal, knowing that her boy was going to be leaving her soon.

Percy was completely oblivious to this, and was already teaching his toad yet another trick.

It wasn't long until food came and passed, and they were heading up to their rooms.

Percy, despite it still being early, said goodnight to his mom, and headed into his room. He the looked at his stack of books, smiled, and headed to sleep.

Looking forward to the two days he had to practice all the spells he could, he felt himself nodding off, before having another dreamless night.