//------------------------------// // Chapter 3: Diagon Alley // Story: Mirror Mirror: The Hogwarts Chronicles, Year 1/7 // by MathewSwiftMLP //------------------------------// Mirror Mirror: The Hogwarts Chronicles Year 1: The Philospher's Stone Chapter 3: Diagon Alley The owl that was known as Spike flew down to Twilight's shoulder, piercing it with his new talons. Twilight held her painful shriek, trying to avoid attracting attention. The purple owl gave a small hoot of a smile, and smiled innocently. "What?" he asks, seeing Twilight's disapproving look. "Princess Celestia specifically said that you are not allowed to come with me." She said to the dragon-like owl. "But why aren't you one of these... things like me?" "Don't ask me! I feel like Owlicious, I keep *HOOT!*-ing and nopony told me that owls don't eat gems!" "SHHH! We can't risk anypony hearing you talk!" "Why? Are talking owls illegal here?" "I'm not sure, but for some strange reason, I met Shining Armour and my parents!" Spike's beak-jaw dropped. "You mean - - Celestia sent them here?" Twilight shook her head. "I don't think so. I think these are...us of this world." "What's that supposed to mean?" "What I mean is this is an alternate universe, where there are copies of us, but as these creatures. Cadence is here, too." "Alright, can we find out more about this place?" Twilight nodded and walked towards an opening that lead somewhere, but it lead to a dead end. Twilight tried to find a way to get past it, but all there is was a gigantic brick wall that was at least ten feet tall. "This is getting ridiculous!" Twilight shook her head in disbelief. "How do these people get through this?" "Why don't we ask them?" Spike raised a wing. "Good idea, Spike." Then, they walked back into the Leaky Cauldron, and found Tom, who was behind the counter, serving a few aged customers to a few drinks. "Mr. Cake?" Twilight raised a finger. "Please, call me Tom, my dear." He smiled with his signature toothless grin. "Okay," Twilight said. "About that alleyway- -" Her words were halted as Tom looked to the front door. "Ahh, Hagrid! The usual, I pressume?" He asked. Twilight turned to see a giant of a man. He was a hunchbacked man, with a very, shaggy black hair and beard, wearing a brown moleskin coat, with black, beetle eyes beneath the beard. His voice was as shaggy as his hair and coat. "No thanks, Tom, I'm on official Hogwarts business." His large hand patted a shoulder. "Just takin' young Harry here ta get his school supplies." Twilight took a good look at the boy known as Harry. He had to be at least a head shorter than Twilight, he was wearing clothes that were too big for him, he wore glasses, with one of the lenses cracked. His hair was jet-black, and (Spike noticed this as well,) he had a scar across his forehead. Twilight, then, noticed the entire bar went silent. Tom broke the silence. "Bless my soul..." he muttered loudly. "It's Harry Potter!" Then, as Twilight could remember, the entire bar zoomed past Twilight, and crowded Hagrid and Harry. She heard voices saying "Welcome back, Mr. Potter." or "I can't believe I'm meeting you at last." "Why are they so excited to see some kid, Twi?" hooted Spike. "Maybe that scar has something to do with this?" Twilight guessed. After what felt like a whole day to Twilight and Spike, Harry and the man called Hagrid left the large crowd, leaving blessed faces. Hagrid turned to Twilight. "Funny lookin' owl ye got there." He chuckled, looking to Spike. The owl looked down in embarrassment. They saw that Hagrid and Harry left through the exact same entrance that Twilight came through earlier. This was the last straw! "Come on, Spike!" She yelled. "I have to know how to open that wall!" She began to run to the entrance, and she finally caught sight of the brick wall... which was now a huge gateway, Twilight sighed in relief, and walked through the gateway. It was one of the weirdest streets Twilight and Spike had ever laid their eyes on. The street was crowded with more people, but the eye-catching thing was the stores that they were entering or exiting. There were stores for inks and parchment, cauldrons, wands, and anything else for that matter. Beside them was a sign with a word "Diagon Alley." To Twilight and Spike, this was a Strange, New World. After examining the stores, (and an hour at Flourish and Blotts) Twilight thought about her Hogwarts letter and decided to find the things on her list. She already purchased her schoolbooks from the money (Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts) Shining Armour lent her, but she maybe a little short on the rest, but probably enough for her robes. She finally found a robes shop named Madame Malkin's All-Occasion Robes. She entered and found a elderly woman, with also, a toothless grin, as Mr. Cake does. "Hogwarts?" Twilight nodded. "A young lady is actually being measured." Twilight walked to the measuring room and sat down at a fancy-looking bench, but as she sat, she heard a voice. "Hmmm... Maybe rubies would suit me?" The voice was gentle and formal. Twilight, and Spike (of course) looked around the corner to see a tall, teenage girl, with fancy, curled, violet hair, and cloud-white skin, wearing a black set of robes covered and shining with gems. Her eyes were sky blue, and Spike the Owl was in awe. "*Sigh*," He said in a lovely voice. "Rarity..."