Chapter One
They say that everybody has a chance at acceptance to Hogwarts these days, well this theory is about to be put to the test. Recently I've just turned 12 and to my uptmost surprise there was indeed a letter addressed to me of all people Edwardian Phoneix, Number 15, The roomiest basement, Surrey.
The living room was abuzz with activity once the rest of my relatives discovered the existence of my acceptance letter. They couldn't believe it Albus Dumbledore was indeed a man of true renown to accept me. I mean in our family we'd all of course heard the rumors which hound the professor; The fact that he's allowed not just a Werewolf and a Giant but a Vampire it was breathteaking to think about the advances made in modern times.
Time quickly sped towards September the 1st and my parents and I formed the general agreement that we should brave the outside world for the sake of furthering my education. They promised me the upmost security and 24 hour surveillance in their usual helicopting manor. They mean well and let's face it, when you're dealing with me and my ailment you need constant surveillance.
We arrived outside Diagon Alley through the normal route. I stood there in shock and awe as my father fiddled around with an unassuming brick wall before muttering to himself 'Finally' and as if by magic which I reminded myself it obviously was a whole another world sprawled itself right before my very eyes. There were shops selling all kinds of fancy goods with prices ranging from manageable to extortionate. It was as we were wandering down this high street that a new fear gripped me, what if nothing worked, what if the second I tried to wave a wand it would burst into flames and we would be ushered firmly, but politely outside. Well as with ever eventuality it would appear that these fears were soon to be put to the test.
Walking up to the wand shop the infamous Ollivanders we were taken aback by the places mustiness in comparison with the glimmering outside world. The interior of the shop was stacked with piles upon piles of wands arranged seemingly haphazardly. The Omnipresent being that headed this archive quickly brushed his way past my parents to inspect me with his eager eyes brimming with excitement. "Now this is interesting. Your parents sent an owl ahead informing me you would be coming but I never expected…" He continued to ramble on like this for several minutes babbling on about how fortunate I was until a jerk in my arm snapped me back to my senses. "It would help me if you actually co-operate!. I'm trying to measure your wand arm" I stammered out my apologises and was met with surprise once more to realise that he wasn't even beside me and was busying himself in the corner whilst the tap was measuring me by itself.
This process went on for what seemed like hours until finally the tap measure snapped shut and Ollivander appeared again. "Try this" He proffered me a jet black stick with a rather eerie appeal to it, of course I was enamoured at once. As soon as my hands grasped around the wand this feeling of sheer unrelenting power began to seep out of my body trailing down my arm and finding its release out the wand. Bang! And my parents quickly jumped up in fright and then stared in wonder as what had once been a lamp was now a bat which quickly circled around my head its leather wings flapping noiselessly. "7 and a half inches, Sturdy, Ash and Dragon heartstring. A perfect wand for transfiguration". And with that the deed was done and we paid our 30 gallons before quickly leaving the building and heading home my heart filled with joy and a newfound sense of purpose.