Harry Potter Recreated Thread RP HP Rewritten

I have taken the liberty of assuming that his Aunt and Uncle have given him the barest of a budget, and since Dudley is going Hagrid wouldn't have brought him to the bank?

XXXXThe situation was insanely weird. Harry Potter of all people had started receiving endless letters which turned up in the strangest of ways. But when that giant man with the giant beard turned up all the way in the middle of the ocean, he also told me that I was a... a wizard! Holy smokes, WHAT??! Of course, mum and dad were super proud of me. I'll easily beat Potter in all things magic!

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XXXXArmed with a fresh bag of Galleons(what a strange currency!) that he had transferred from pounds from his parents, Dudley immediately ditched his cousin to look around Diagon Alley. That giant bank was awesome! Everything was absolutely fascinating, from the flashing signs and trinkets in the windows to the books- ...no, not the books. Maybe the book covers. Yeah. The covers. He had his supply list jammed in his pocket, but he didn't care too much about it. He'll get 'em all sooner or later- so let's have some fun first!

XXXXDudley walked in the crowds of strangely-robed magic people, trying to read all the signs of the shops from afar. He picked up some of the more boring things along the way, like his textbooks, potion ingredients(ugh, the smell...!), and robes, before spotting something promising: Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. Excellent! All this walking is getting tiring. Don't wizards have, like, flying carpets or something? He strode in, the golden coins in his pouch still clinking merrily. A bell chimed above his head, signaling his entrance. ...SO MANY FLAVORS!!

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XXXXDudley strode out of the ice cream parlour, licking a large ice cream cone. Three large scoops had been stacked high, alternating in flavour. He strolled along idly, carrying his bags behind him. He was not looking forward to lugging around a giant cauldron- or the entire trunk! Just then, he spotted his cousin again, who was looking a bit melancholy as he counted coins. "Hey!" Dudley shouted, grinning as he sauntered over. "How's it going? Found everything yet?" He grinned slightly wider when he saw the poor quality of Harry's supplies.

I have also taken the liberty of assuming that Dudley would have to go to the bank to change his Muggle money into Wizarding money...

Mentioning: Lots of people. Interacting with: Lots of people. Word count: 440/200

Draco's Speech: #1A472A All Other Speech: #757575 All Thoughts: italics

Roleplaying as Draco Malfoy | August 25th

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xxxxFinally. Draco Malfoy would finally get time away from all the sputtering idiots he usually had to deal with. As he entered Diagon Alley, he was even to the point of being excited about going to this 'Hogwarts' school. He would, at long last, get sorted into Slytherin and meet his prearranged minions, Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle, who were Father's minions' sons. xxxxFather had spoken quite highly of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, other than of its headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Draco bet that Hogwarts surely wouldn't have people more annoying than the house elves he usually had to deal with. xxxxWell, Draco was about to be seriously irritated again. It turns out, Hogwarts did have idiots who were also pure-bloods. Draco spotted a big and burly one right with inferior non-platinum blond hair right around Flourish and Blotts, strutting up to an incredibly scrawny boy in a haughty and proud demeanor. xxxxDraco winced in embarrassment; at this rate, he wouldn't even want to be pure-blood if it meant he had to be classified into the same category as wizards like that...boy. If you wanted idiots to stick up to you like the idiots they should be, then why bully them and ruin your entire reputation among their kind? xxxxThough the scrawny boy did seem like a clueless mudblood, especially with his glasses yanked off his face. But still. With his robes billowing behind him, Draco made his way forwards and tsked a few times. It was something Father sometimes did. xxxx"Well, well, well. Trying to pick on someone half your size, are you?" Draco drawled, leaning in close. "You know, one may interpret that as a sign of...weakness. You wouldn't want to seem desperate, would you?" Draco plucked the glasses from the burly boy's hand and returned it to its owner for good measure. And it was in that moment where Draco caught a whisp of the word 'Potter' from the crowds. xxxxImmediately, Draco forgot about the idiotic pure-blood boy who was still standing there like a moronic idiot - oh right, he was one. But Potter? Draco sharply spun his head around. Where? HARRY Potter? xxxxAnd then he saw it. xxxxThere was a lightning shaped scar on the scrawny boy's forehead. Draco's mental eyebrows soared into the sky and he mentally yelled, MERLIN'S BEARD!. In reality though, he had to make a good first impression. So Draco plastered a polite smile on face, stuck out his right hand, and did what any sensible person would do when they saw Harry Potter. xxxx"Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter. I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy. I hope we could be great friends."

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OOC: Same as Karina, no harm meant! Just a RP <33

Roleplaying as: Hermione Granger

Interacting with: N/A Mentioning: N/A Date: 08/25/1991

Word Count: 279

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Hermione was ready. It was finally her time. Well, before she got my letter, she had no idea there was another world different from her own. A world where magic is real. At first, she thought this letter was just a prank, or a way for people to get back at her for being smart. But you can never be too sure. There was also the possibility that this was real, so she went with that. And here she am. Magic around her. Her parents just thought she went to go visit a friend, but instead she was here. Marveling in magic that she didn't know existed until now. Hermione walked along an unfamiliar road. Watching as others around her mingled with their friends and families. Probably catching up after the long summer. Since Hermione was not born into this, she was alone. No friends nor family to support her. All she had told her parents was that she had gotten accepted to a prestigious boarding school. They seemed satisfied with that answer and luckily did not push the topic farther. Hermione glanced down at her letter. Words staring back at her. Well, let's start off with whatever a wand is. She glanced up and immediately recognized the name of the shop. Ollivanders. Supposedly the best wand making shop. Of course she had done her research. Hermione loved books, and she knew the only way to gain the most knowledge was from them. Hermione walked into the store. An unfamiliar smell filling her nose. She faced the counter. Ready to figure out what was going to happen next. Ready to know what her new life would be.

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