Arthur Belmont-Prince and The Cursed Mirror: Harry Potter Fanfiction

As the ink dried on my name in the giant, mystical ledger—feeling pretty final and a bit ominous—I couldn't help but wonder if I had just signed up for more than I bargained for. "So, what's the deal now? Do we get cool secret handshakes? Or maybe a decoder ring like the ones in cereal boxes?"

Iris chuckled, a knowing twinkle in her eyes. "Maybe we'll graduate to secret handshakes eventually. For now, let's keep it simple, shall we?"

Simple sounded good. Simple sounded safe. "Yeah, let's start with the easy stuff," I said, a swell of excitement mingling with nerves churning inside me. "Thanks, Iris. I guess I've got a lot to learn, huh?"

"You bet," she said, nudging me playfully. "But I have a feeling you're going to fit right in. After all, You're a Prince, right? Just watch out for the dragons, curses, and the occasional angry Proffesors. Other than that, piece of cake. You've got this!"

I stared at her, trying to decide if she was kidding about the dragons. With my luck, they'd be the fire-breathing, knight-eating kind, not the 'let's be friends and fly over rainbows' type. 'Okay, so no pressure, just avoiding mythical creatures and surprise exams.

"Got it" I said, trying to match her grin.

She just laughed and led the way, "Sure, Gringotts is where all the gold's at, but Diagon Alley? That's where the real magic happens."

We retraced our steps back through the vaults, the cart's wheels now a familiar rumble beneath us.

The labyrinth of tunnels felt less daunting, and I found myself admiring the intricate engineering that went into creating such an underground marvel.

Emerging back into the daylight of Diagon Alley, the vibrant chaos hit me anew.

The street was alive with the hustle and bustle of the magical community, each witch, wizard, and creature immersed in their own unique narrative.

"We wove our way through the bustling streets of Diagon Alley, dodging a guy with an armful of cauldrons and a witch arguing with her own shopping bag.

Finally, we landed at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. The place was like the wardrobe department for every wizarding play ever.

As we stepped in, I spotted an elderly woman who looked like she'd been dressing wizards since Merlin was in nappies. She was decked out in mauve from head to toe, like she'd lost a bet with a color wheel.

Madam Malkin, sizing me up: "Off to Hogwarts, are we? We've got everything from socks to sorting hats."

She paused, eyes narrowing at me like I was a puzzle she'd lost the box for, then shot a smile at my aunt.

"Hold on, young man. We've got another on the fitting stage."

I craned my neck and – no way. There, getting fitted for what looked like the world's itchiest school robes, was Elias.

Elias, who'd been my right-hand man since the days when our biggest worry was whether playdough tasted the same as it looked.

He'd bounced around from Greece to Romania and somehow ended up in my class, the one guy who didn't treat me like I was a walking jinx.

"Elias? Dude, what are you doing here?"I blinked in disbelief as Elias, of all people, stood in front of me.

Elias looked like he'd seen a ghost – or, more accurately, a wizard. "Arthur!? You're a wizard too?"

"Yep, it's a whole thing. I'll spill the beans later. What's your story?" I asked, eager to hear his tale.

Elias was practically bouncing. "Oh man, it was wild, you should have seen the looks on my mum and dad's faces when an owl flew in the window with a letter.

At first, we thought it was some kind of prank. Then this stern-looking lady shows up, waves her wand, and poof – our kitchen table's a pig. A real, oinking pig."

Iris, who had been quietly observing, chimed in with a knowing smile. "That would be Professor McGonagall."

Elias blinked as if he'd just been hit with the news he had an exam he didn't study for. "She's who, Arthur?"

"Oh, just my aunt, and your future professor at Hogwarts. No big deal, right?" I said, trying to play it cool.

Elias's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "That's wicked, Arth! A real pleasure to meet you, Madam," he said, extending a hand like he was meeting a celebrity. "I'm Elias North, by the way."

Iris's smile widened. "Delighted, Mr. North. Do try to keep Arthur out of too much troubles"

Elias shot me a look that said 'you're a handful'. "I'll do what I can, Madam, but Arthur's got a talent for finding trouble."

After Elias finally got his robe situation sorted, we did the whole dramatic goodbye thing, complete with promises to meet up on the Hogwarts Express.

It was like one of those movie scenes where the heroes are about to embark on an epic quest, except no dramatic music or slow-mo effects – just us, grinning like we'd won the lottery.

The witch measuring me had this look like she could turn me into a bat if I twitched.

I stood as still as a statue while she muttered about 'growing boys' and 'hem lengths.'

Post-measurements, I was itching to move on. "So, Aunt Iris, what's next? Do I get a broom or something?"

Iris laughed. "Not quite. Next up, we'll get the rest of your gear. But first, I've got to zoom off to handle some top-secret, probably-not-world-saving business. In the meantime, you're on a solo mission to snag yourself a wand. They say the wand chooses the wizard, you know." 

Noticing the puzzled look on my face, Iris added with a wink, "Don't sweat it; I'll zip back faster than you can say 'mischief managed'!" 

And with that, we headed out, leaving behind the cozy clutter of Madam Malkin's. A wand. This was getting real.

few moments later I was there, about to step into the world's most ancient and dusty wand shop – possibly haunted Ollivanders. The place was as dusty as a mummy's closet, with a single wand on display that looked like it had been there since Merlin was a boy.

The shop window displayed a lonely wand, lounging on a purple cushion that had seen better days, probably around the same time the cushion was actually purple.

Stepping inside was like walking into an attic. The place was longer than a Monday in math class. And let's not even start on the gold letters above the door – they were peeling off as if trying to escape from the 'Makers of Fine Wands' sign – more like 'Makers of Fine Dust,' if you ask me.

As I tiptoed further in, a bell chimed somewhere, sounding like it was hanging on for dear life.

Then, out of thin air, this voice: "Good afternoon." I swear, I jumped a foot in the air. It was Ollivander himself, emerging like a ghost from the stacks of wand boxes.

Before I could stammer out a 'hello', I heard laughter.There was this blonde girl with silver eyes – and I mean, literally silver – that made you think she could read your mind – or turn you into a toad. She seemed amused by my near-heart attack. "You always do that, Grandpa. Scaring them half to death!" she chuckled.

Ollivander was like, "Ah, Mr. Belmont, we've been expecting you," which was creepy because how did he know my name?

The blonde girl looked at me with those silver eyes that could put the stars to shame. It was one of those moments where you know you've got to say something cool, but all you can think of is, 'Don't say something dumb.'

"I'm Arthur," I blurted out, trying to sound more like a confident wizard-in-training and less like someone who has just been startled by a bell. "Arthur Belmont."

Her smile was a mix of intrigue and amusement, as if she could see right through my nervous bravado. "Nice to meet you, Arthur.And hey, sorry for the chuckle attack earlier – when you're stuck in one place for ages, you've got to make your own fun, right? I'm Caitlyn Ollivander. Seems like a fine day to choose a wand, doesn't it?"

Her voice was as captivating as her eyes, making me momentarily forget that I was in a shop that felt like a cross between a museum and an archaeological site.

"Definitely a top-ten wand-choosing day," I replied, hoping my attempt at humor didn't sound as shaky as I felt. I mean, come on, trying to be witty in front of a girl who probably knew more about magic than I knew about, well, anything,

Caitlyn and I chatted about Hogwarts, and I did my best to sound cool, even though inside, it felt like I was wingin' a History exam I'd barely cracked a book for. She was about to start her sixth year, and here I was, a first-year newbie.

Mr. Ollivander, who had been observing our exchange with a look that said he'd seen more awkward wizard introductions than there are goblins in Gringotts, chimed in with a chuckle. "Let's see if we can find a wand that speaks to you, Mr. Belmont."

I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and the kind of nerves you get before a big exam. Wand choosing, as I was about to learn, is no joke in the wizarding world. It's like the wand is picking you for its team, and you really don't want to be the last one standing there without a partner.

We started the process, and it was like going through a wizard's version of speed dating. One wand shot out a jet of water that would've made a decent impromptu shower. Another one created a mini whirlwind that nearly sent Caitlyn's notes flying like confetti at a victory parade.

Just when I was starting to think maybe I was more suited to a career in magic tricks, Mr. Ollivander handed me a wand that looked like it was carved out of the night sky. The moment I touched it, something clicked. It wasn't just the warm rush of magic that flowed through me; it was like finding something you forgot you missed.

Caitlyn's eyes lit up, and she gave a small nod, as if to say, 'Yep, that's the one.' It was a moment straight out of a story, where the hero finally pulls the sword from the stone.

"Whoa, this feels... right," I said, my voice tinged with awe.

Caitlyn leaned in, her silver eyes shimmering with excitement. "That's how you know it's the one. The wand chooses the wizard, and that one's clearly chosen you."

"Excellent choice," Mr. Ollivander declared, as if he'd had any doubt we'd get there in the end.

After the whole wand-choosing thing and goodbyes of course– which, let me tell you, felt like trying to get a cat to walk on a leash – I found Iris back into the chaos of Diagon Alley. Wand in hand, I felt like I could take on the whole world by myself. Okay, maybe that's a stretch. Let's start with something less ambitious, like not tripping over my own feet.

"So, what's next?" I asked, trying to sound more wizard-like and less like a kid who'd just found his dad's stash of Chocolate Frogs.

Aunt Iris, who had this perpetual 'I-know-something-you-don't' smile, said, "It's time to get your school supplies. Books, cauldron, – the usual Hogwarts starter pack."

As we zigzagged through the crowd, I couldn't help but gawk at everything. Diagon Alley wasn't just a marketplace; it was a carnival of the bizarre and the fantastic. There were shops selling screaming yo-yos, a stand with what looked suspiciously like living jelly beans, and – I kid you not – a broomstick that was arguing with its owner.

Our first stop was Flourish and Blotts. The place was a jungle of books. Some were snoozing, others whispering secrets to their neighbors, and a few even tried to nip at my fingers. I picked up a book titled 'The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection.' It growled at me. Yep, growled. Welcome to Hogwarts 101, Arthur.

We piled up my arms with textbooks that had names like 'Magical Drafts and Potions' and 'The Standard Book of Spells.' By the time we were done, I looked like I was about to build a fort.

Next up, the cauldron shop. Who knew there were so many types? Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head. Okay, not really, but you get the picture. Aunt Iris picked out a nice, sturdy one – 'good for beginner's potions and unlikely to melt,' she said. Comforting.

Just as we were about to leave, loaded with bags and my excitement reaching new heights, someone crashed into me. Papers flew everywhere, creating a mini blizzard of notes and drawings.

"Oi, watch it!" said a voice. I looked up to see a kid about my age, his glasses askew and his hair a testament to a lifelong war with a comb. He began scooping up his papers frantically.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there," I apologized, helping him gather his scattered work.

He glanced at me and did a double-take. "You're new, aren't you? First year?"

"Yeah, just got my wand and everything. I'm Arthur," I said, extending a hand.

"I'm Harry," he replied, shaking my hand with a grin. "Harry Potter. You look like you're going to fit right in. Ever ridden a broomstick?"

I laughed. "I can barely ride a bike without causing a disaster."

Harry's grin widened. "You're going to love Quidditch. Anyway, I gotta dash my parents and sisters are waiting for me, see you around, Arthur. And watch out for the Nifflers in Magical Menagerie. They'll snatch anything shiny."

As Harry hurried off, Iris nudged me. "Time for our last stop – the Apothecary. Then you're all set for Hogwarts."

As we neared the Apothecary, the air filled with an assortment of smells – some pleasant, others like a troll's gym locker. The shelves were lined with jars of ingredients that seemed to twitch, crawl, and in some cases, even growl. "This," Aunt Iris announced with a flourish, "is where the real magic brews."

"Here," Iris said, handing me a list. "You'll need these for your Potions class. Grab a basket and start collecting. I'll be over there, discussing some... grown-up wizard stuff."

The list read like a recipe for disaster: 'Eye of Newt, Wolfsbane, Dragon's Blood...' I was half expecting to see 'Wing of Bat and Tongue of Dog' next.

As I gathered my bizarre shopping, I couldn't help but overhear snippets of Iris's conversation. Words like 'unusual disturbances' and 'not just a coincidence' floated over. I filed that away under 'Things to Pester Iris About Later'.

Finally loaded up with more magical paraphernalia than I ever knew existed, we made our way to the counter. The shopkeeper, a wizened old wizard with a monocle, peered at us curiously. "First year at Hogwarts, eh? You've got quite the journey ahead of you."

On our way out, a display of crystal balls caught my eye. "Will one of these tell me how I'll survive my first year at Hogwarts?" I joked.

The shopkeeper chuckled. "The future is always in motion, young wizard. But something tells me you'll be making quite the splash."

As we left the shop, the sky had begun to darken, the lights of Diagon Alley casting a warm glow on the cobblestones. Lanterns glowed softly, casting dancing shadows. It felt like stepping into a dream, or maybe a story from one of those books now weighing down my arms.

"Iris," I said as we walked, "what was all that talk about disturbances?"

She glanced down at me, her expression unreadable for a moment. "Let's just say, Hogwarts might be more exciting than usual this year. But hey, no need to panic. I mean, you've got me, right?"

That was both reassuring and terrifying, given Iris's track record of 'exciting' meaning 'possibly life-threatening.'

We stepped out of the bustling street, finding a quiet spot near the entrance. With a final look at the lively alley, we teleported back to the mansion, 

**Author's Note:**

Hey there, magical adventurers!

Thanks for joining Arthur on yet another chapter of his wild journey into the wizarding world! Writing this chapter felt like casting a spell—there's just something about stepping into Diagon Alley and meeting new friends (and potential allies) that makes the magic come alive. Arthur's world is expanding, and I hope you're as excited as I am to see where this adventure leads him.

As Arthur navigates new experiences, meets fascinating characters, and unravels the mysteries of his heritage, I'd love to hear your thoughts. What did you think of his first trip to Diagon Alley? How do you feel about the budding friendships and the mysterious hints of what's to come at Hogwarts? Your feedback is like a guiding star, helping me shape the story in the best possible way.

So, if you have a moment, drop a comment below—whether it's to share your favorite part, speculate on what's coming next, or just to say hi. Your insights are truly valued, and it's always amazing to hear from you.

Thanks for being part of Arthur's adventure. There's plenty more magic, mystery, and maybe a little bit of mayhem ahead, and I can't wait to share it all with you.

Until next time, keep the magic alive and your curiosity burning bright!