Hey guys. This is my first story, and I will try to update regularly but if not please do not exterminate me. I just really wanted to tell this story and, seeing as I myself am a Hufflepuff, I wanted to show that being a Hufflepuff is great. I hope all you Harry Potter Next Gn fans will enjoy this.
Molly Hilton woke to the blaring of her alarm. 'Molly, Molly get up! You're going to Diagon Alley for supplies today!' It beeped irritatingly. Molly was wide awake in seconds, pulling on some jeans, a t-shirt and a thin cloak, pulling her auburn hair up into a messy ponytail and rushing downstairs. She couldn't wait to visit Diagon alley for her first time, and to finally receive her first wand.
Just a few hours later, Molly and her mum Audrey were set to go. Her dad was begrudgingly taking Lucy to a birthday party, so she had her mum all to herself. She loved spending time with her mum, and when they went out on little adventures together, she felt ever so special. They stood by the fireplace, and Molly hesitantly took a pinch of flu powder. This was her first time travelling by it on her own, and she was very nervous. 'Just relax,' her mum told her calmly, gently nudging her towards the fireplace. 'I'll be right behind you.'
Molly stood in the fireplace, the flu powder in her hand and, her voice wobbly, she ordered, 'Diagon Alley!' and threw the powder onto the fireplace. The last thing she saw was a flash of greeny-blue, and she tumbled out in Gambol and Japes. Dizzy with relief, she only just remembered to move out of the fireplace, before her mother came straight after her, smiling widely and pulling her into a relieved hug. 'Well done, Moo,' she grinned, and Molly was too happy to be embarrassed by her calling her by her childhood nickname.
'Now, seeing as we are right across the street from Fortescue's, let's go and get some ice cream, shall we?'
'Oh, yes please,' Molly breathed, looking through the joke shop window at the multi-coloured ice cream cones on display.
After finishing their ice creams, they visited Madame Malkin's, Flourish and Blotts, Potage's cauldron shop and Wiseacre's Wizarding equipment before finally stopping in front of Ollivanders. Molly was so excited she forgot to breathe. 'Go on Moo,' her mum whispered in her ear, and she stepped forward and pushed open the door. It was slightly musty and dimly lit, and Molly felt almost as if
she would run away there and then with fear. But she managed to catch hold of herself, telling herself to stay calm. Just then, a sweet voice spoke of from the gloom, 'Hello young lady.' Molly jumped, looking around, 'Come, come forward, there is no need to be afraid,' the voice said calmly, and a young woman stepped into the light. She was beautiful, in a strange and mysterious way. Her silvery-white hair glowed even in the dim light, and her pink eyes seemed to smile. Her porcelain skin looked so delicate that it might crack and shatter any second, but it did not.
She held her ghostly, white hand out to Molly, and she shook it out of politeness. 'Miss Ollivander?' she wavered. The young woman nodded kindly, 'Yes, that's me. My brother, this is his shop, is away right now, so I am shop-sitting for him. Most unfortunate timing, I would say,' she chuckled daintily. 'And your name is?'
'M…m…Molly,' the girl stuttered, 'Molly Hilton.'
'Hilton…sounds familiar,' she pondered, 'Ahh yes, I remember now. Your mother is Audrey, if I am correct in thinking?'
'Y…yes.'
'So you would be the daughter of Percy Weasley?'
'Yes.'
'Hmmm…' The woman wondered over to the huge shelves stacked high with wands, and began selecting from them. A tape measure began to measure Molly, finding her height, waist width, arm length, foot size, around her head, and was just measuring the length of each fingernail when Miss Ollivander called it off, 'That will do, thank you!' and it dropped lifelessly to the floor.
Miss Ollivander brought over five different wands in boxes and drew out the first. 'Ebony, dragon heartstring, 13 inches, flexible. Give it a swish then.' Molly swished it like she had practice with a stick at home, and it let of a loud bang and fell out of her hand. Ollivander shook her head, 'No no no, certainly not, but excellent wand skills!' she complimented Molly, 'Try this, Alder, unicorn horn, 8 inches, slightly springy.' She handed the wand to Molly, and Molly flicked it, smashing a plant pot into smithereens. She gasped, 'Oh, I'm s…so s…s…sorry,' she stumbled over her words. Ollivander shook her head, 'No matter, obviously not for you. Larch, phoenix feather, 10 and ¼ inches, rigid. Have a go.'
Molly took the wand from her hand, and waved it. A puff of thick, black smoke appeared, clogging up the air. 'Not that one, not that one,' the woman fumbled for her own wand and cleared up the air with one flick. Then she stopped suddenly, as if something had just occurred to her. 'Hmmm,' she walked to a far corner of the shop and pulled out a box, carefully taking the wand out and handing it to Molly. 'English Oak. Unicorn horn. 10 inches. Supple,' she said each element very slowly. Molly nervously took the wand and was about to give it a wave when a curious thing happened. A beautiful light shone out of it, and sparkles flew around her. A strange tingling sensation occurred within her, and she knew, without being told, that this was the wand for her. Grinning, she gave it back to Ollivander, knowing that she too had the same feeling.
'Oh yes,' Miss Ollivander breathed, delighted, 'A perfect match,' and took it to be packaged up.
Molly was out of the shop in no time, clutching her new wand. She felt ecstatic, happier than ever. There was just one more thing that her mother had in store for her. She charmed her so that she could see only darkness, and lead her to the last place that they would be visiting that day. Molly gasped in delight that the charm was taken of her, and she saw the shop in front of her. It was Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, her uncles' famous joke shop. She had heard so many stories about it from Rose and Fred, but had never actually been inside it.
As they entered, she was greeted with a burst of colour and noise. There was chatter everywhere, and so many things happening all at once that she didn't know where to look. Two young men came up to her and her mum, grinning widely. She recognised them immediately as her uncles, George and Ron. 'Molly!' they cried, each hugging her in turn, and giving a peck on the cheek to her mother. 'Audrey! So good to see you. Come and have a look around. Take as long as you want. Ecstatic, Molly looked around the shop. She didn't have much of a sweet tooth, so avoided the sweets and treats section, hovering over the love potions only for a second before moving on. She gawped at the adhesive trainers, laughed at the Irish dancing chicken, and was fascinated by all their muggle magic products. Then she came to the pygmy puffs, and stopped dead in her tracks. They were the sweetest things she had ever seen! One little baby pygmy puff was nestled right at the back, been ignored by all the others. George allowed her to take it out and hold it, and its lilac fur was soft and fluffy. She fell in love with it at once, and named it Mikey. She cradled him all the way home.
