Harry was awestruck but little did he know that today was the day he would discover his true identity and the magical world that awaited him.
On the other side...
Ron's first trip to Diagon Alley was a memorable experience.
He had heard many things about Diagon Alley the different kinds of shops, the different products they sold etc.
But seeing it for the first time with his own eyes was quite a different experience.
He was visiting the alley for the first time with his family, to purchase school supplies for his first year at Hogwarts.
His father tapped on the wall in front of him and the bricks started to slowly part with a soft grinding sound and there was Diagon Alley a place far away from the normal world, a place for Wizards and Witches like him.
Ron was excited to start his journey as a young wizard.
His main reason for excitement? Sorting ceremony? Nah his whole family has been in Gryffindor so he knew he would go there too.
Living in a castle so that he can finally be away from his mother's nagging or his brother's constant pranks maybe???
But the real reason was...
Ron: Dad look it's the Nimbus 2000!
Arthur: Yeah I guess they added another one in the series.
Ron: Dad can you buy it for me?
Arthur: Well I do have some of the bonus money saved up so if it's not too pricey then maybe...
Molly: "No! There's absolutely no need for that! We already have a broom in our house, if you really need a broom that much then you can use that one."
Ron: "Okkk..."
"So where to first?" asked Fred and George.
"Well we need your brother's school supplies first, so Ollivanders it is said Molly while looking towards her youngest son.
She had a new blue cloak wrapped around her shoulders, and her hair was pinned neatly for the outing.
So off they went to Ollivanders wand shop, where they were met with the figure of Mr. Ollivander greeting them.
Ollivander appearing silently from behind a shelf: Ah… good afternoon. Weasley, isn't it?
Molly Weasley: Yes, this is my youngest son, Ronald. He'll be starting Hogwarts this year.
Ron: Hello, sir.
Ollivander: A pleasure, Mr. Weasley. Your family has quite the history with wands. Let us see which one will choose you today.
He stares at Ron for a moment, then turns and pulls out a long, slender box.
Ollivander: Try this. Elm wood with dragon heartstring core, 12 inches, slightly springy.
Ron takes the wand and gives it a small wave.
A stack of wand boxes behind him collapses onto the floor. The dust on them flying alongside them.
Ollivander shaking his head, amused: Hmm, no, not quite your match. No matter. The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Weasley, not the other way around.
He hands Ron another wand.
Ollivander: A chestnut wand with unicorn hair, 11 inches, flexible.
Ron swishes it. A puff of pink smoke bursts and turns into fluttering butterflies.
Ron: Whoa!
Molly: Bloody he- I mean Oh My God!
Ollivander: It's ok do not worry, looks like this one wasn't it either.
You have a loyal heart, strong instinct… and a spark of humor. Let's try—ah. Yes. This one.
He lifts a box slowly and opens it with care.
Ollivander: Willow wood, with core of unicorn hair, 14 inches, slightly whippy.
Ron grips it. A warm breeze circles him, gentle and bright, and a few golden sparks burst from the tip.
Ollivander: Excellent. Willow suits those who are resilient, adaptable, and emotionally strong. Unicorn hair brings consistency and kindness to magic. This wand will not seek greatness through force, but through heart.
Ron: This one feels better.
Molly: We'll take it.
Ollivander: That will be 13 Galleons. Treat it well, Mr. Weasley. And remember the wand chooses the wizard no the other way around.
Molly paid him, then they went out of the shop.
Afterward, they visited Flourish and Blotts. Shelves stretched high to the ceiling, filled with spell books and magical guides.
Ron picked each required book, but his father noticed him lingering near a book about Quidditch moves.
"You can take it, son," Arthur said kindly, placing a hand on his shoulder. Ron's face lit up in disbelief.
A new book, not borrowed, not second-hand, but his. He flipped through the pages, imagining himself on a broomstick in the sky.
After a long long day they were finally close to finishing their shopping. The Weasleys took Ron to a few more shops, then they decided to take a break.
And break meant FOOD!
So off they went to buy some food.
After finishing their lunch they went to Florean Fortescue.
Where he wanted to eat all the different flavours of ice - cream only to be stopped by his mother again.
After much negotitation with his mother little Ron could only take four cones, although a little sad, still he enjoyed the ones he had.
The Weasley's had almost finished all of their shopping now only one thing was left to do.
The Weasleys then took Ron to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to buy Hogwarts robes and uniforms.
The shop had a warm cozy feeling with the smell of fresh fabric all around the shop.
The shop was filled with various robes, hats, and accessories.
Madam Malkin: Welcome, dears! Hogwarts robes for the young gentleman?
Molly : Yes, please. Ron will be starting his first year.
Ron: Yeah. First year.
Madam Malkin: Wonderful! Step right up, dear. Stand on the stool—yes, just like that. Arms out.
Ron steps onto a small platform. A measuring tape begins to float around him, taking measurements on its own.
Ron: Whoa—does it always do that?
Madam Malkin: Well not always, but with the right spell it sure does.
Ron: I like it better than when Mum tries measuring us at home.
Molly: Excuse me! I do perfectly fine—most of the time.
Madam Malkin begins pinning fabric softly along Ron's shoulders, the robe slowly shaping to fit him.
Madam Malkin: So, Mr. Weasley, excited for Hogwarts?
Ron: I think so! I mean, I've heard all these stories from my brothers… Fred and George keep saying they'll charm my pillow to snore like a hippogriff.
Arthur: I'll have a word with them later.
Molly: Or several words.
Ron grins. A young witch's apprentice brings over fabric trims and thread that glow faintly.
Madam Malkin: Would you like the standard stitching, or a bit of reinforcement spellwork in the seams? Helps them last longer—especially for adventurous students.
Ron: I would like the rein-
Molly: The standard will be fine!
Ron: Yeah fine...
The tape zips around Ron again, finishing the last measurements.
Madam Malkin: And there we are. Just a few final charms and the robes will fit as if they grew on you. Want to try the cloak as well?
Ron slips on a plain black cloak. The fabric settles first a little too long, then slowly adjusts itself, rising just enough to hover above his shoes.
Ron: Well at least I look good.
Molly: Yup that you do.
Arthur: You will look even better in the future if you have inherited any of my genes.
Ron smiles, shy but glowing.
Madam Malkin: You'll do great at Hogwarts, dear. That robe suits you nicely. I'll have the full set wrapped and ready in a moment.
Ron steps off the stool.
Ron: Thank you.
Ron turns towards the other side, and there he sees a boy with black hair and round glasses staring right at him.