Professonagall turo Alex and said, “Well, we've gottehing you need for school. It’s getting te, and while Diagon Alley is usually safe, it’s best for young wizards not to be out after dark. Let’s head back.”

  Alex, feeling grateful for her help, smiled and said, “Thank you, Professonagall. But before we go, how about I treat you to a drink? It’s the least I do to thank you for everything.”

  Magall sidered it briefly, then nodded. “Alright, but let’s not stay out too long.”

  They walked to Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour and ordered cold drinks. Ohey found a quiet table, Alex took a sip and couldn’t resist asking, “Professor, now that I have a wand, I start practig magic?”

  Magall smiled but shook her head slightly. “Magic is more plicated than you think, Alex. Using spells without pruidance be dangerous, especially in the Muggle world. The Ministry of Magic keeps a close wat underage wizards.”

  She leaned in, her voice calm but firm. “There’s a spell called the Trace, which lets the Ministry know if anyone under seventeen does magic outside of school. In pces like Diagon Alley, where magic is everywhere, they might not notice it. But in the Muggle world, it’s like sending up a fre. So no spells at the orphanage.”

  Alex nodded, abs the information. “So, it’s safer to practi pces like this, where magic is all around?”

  “In theory, yes. But it’s still risky to use spells without a teacher. You’ll learhing you Hogwarts, so I’d save your curiosity for the .”

  “I uand,” Alex replied, though part of him was itg to try out the magic he’d been hearing so much about. He took another sip, already thinking about his first year at school.

  “Are there many professors like you at Hogwarts? What about the headmaster, Dumbledore? What is he like?”

  Magall raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly. “With all these questions, you might do well in Ravencw, Mr. Wilson.” She paused before tinuing. “Dumbledore is… well, he’s the most powerful wizard alive. You’ll meet him soohe headmaster of Hogwarts, and I think you’ll find him wise and kind. Right now, he’s in Hogsmeade interviewing someone for the Divination position. Though personally, I don’t see much value in that subject.”

  Before Alex could ask another question, a voiterrupted them. “Professonagall! What a surprise to see you here.”

  Alex looked up to see a man and a womaering the shop. The man wsses and had ly bed bck hair. His hazel eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. Beside him was a woman with long, dark red hair and almond-shaped eyes. She was clearly pregnant and smiled warmly at Professonagall.

  “Lily, James, what brings you here?” Magall asked, looking pleased but surprised to see them.

  “We’re getting ready for the baby,” James expined, grinning aing a hand on Lily’s arm. “Just pig up a few st-mihings. And you, Professor? Helping a udent, I see.”

  James’s gaze shifted to Alex. “You must be a udent. Muggle-born, are you? Where are your parents?”

  Alex felt a slight sting at the question but kept his expression calm. “Yes, I’m Muggle-born. As for my parents… Well, I never got the eet them.”

  James’s smile faded a little, and he quickly apologized. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

  “It’s alright,” Alex said, shrugging. “It’s just how things are.”

  Professonagall stepped in to introduce them. “This is Alex Wilson, one of our new first-years. And Alex, these are James and Lily Pwarts alumni and both very talented wizards.”

  James ughed. “Talented? I don’t know about that, but thanks, Professor.”

  Lily, who had been quiet, smiled kindly at Alex. “It’s o meet you, Alex. You’ll love Hogwarts. Do you have any idea which house you might end up in?”

  “I’m not sure yet,” Alex replied. “But I’m excited to find out.”

  As they chatted, Alex grew curious. He g Lily’s pregnant belly and asked, “So, your baby is due soon? Have you picked out a name?”

  Lily’s face lit up. “Yes, he’s due at the end of the month. If it’s a boy, we’ve decided to name him Harry. Harry Potter.”

  Alex felt a jolt nition. He’d heard that name before—Harry Potter. Everything clicked into pce. He was standing with Harry’s parents, and they were still alive, which meant Voldemort wasn’t go. No wonder Diagon Alley seemed tense, with Aurors patrolling and fewer people around.

  Professonagall noticed Alex’s expression but didn’t say anything, letting the moment pass quietly.

  Alex didn’t remember much about Harry Potter’s childhood. All he knew was that Voldemort had found the Potters’ house, killed Harry’s parents, and then was defeated somehow by the infant Harry. He had no idea exactly how Voldemort was actually defeated or what happened after that.

  ‘Should I warn them?’ he wondered.

  Seeing James and Lily so happy, Alex felt a wave of uainty. He knew what was ing for them, but how could he say something so awful?

  Lily noticed the troubled look on his fad smiled kindly. “Are you nervous about starting at Hogwarts?” she asked. “I was Muggle-born too, and I remember being so anxious before I went. I couldn’t sleep for days! But once you’re there, you won’t regret it.”

  “And I hope you get sorted into Gryffindor!” James added enthusiastically. “All the houses are good in their own way, but you’d do well in Gryffindor. Just stay clear of Slytherin,” he added, grimag slightly, clearly not a fan of that house.

  “Don’t listen to him,” Lily said, pyfully nudging James. “Every house has its own special qualities. It’s not about where you’re sorted, but how you make the most of your time at Hogwarts. If you stay true to yourself and work hard, you'll achieve great things no matter what house you're in.”

  “Thank you,” Alex replied with a polite nod.