A/N – hello there! Long time, no writing. This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction.
Let's just say, I never thought I'd ever write a harry potter story. For the longest time I always told myself, "Harry Potter sticks, it has no imagination" or something like that. Finally, I sat down and read the first book that I got for Christmas when I was about sex years old, and I instantly fell in love. I went out and bought all of the books and finished reading Deathly Hallows a few weeks ago, actually. It took me five days. It one of those book series that will always stay on my bookshelves. If any of you complete nitwits out there haven't read it, READ IT NOW.
Okay, okay…back to the subject here. This story is about Harry's son, Albus Severus Potter. I hope you like it.
"Albus Potter." Said a man somewhere inside the building. Where he was, Albus didn't know. "I've been most excited to see you come in for your wand for the past 11 years." He continued, walking down the stairwell. He was wearing small eyeglasses that wrapped around his head with a silver chain, and a white dress shirt with a bright red tie. As he reached the bottom of the staircase, he stook out his arm, so Albus was supposed to shake it. "I'm Mr. Ollivander." He said with a smile on his face. "I already know who you are." He said, winking at Albus.
Albus was silent, standing in front of Ollivander, who couldn't wipe the smile off of his face. It was quite awkward, actually. "Oh." He said, looking at the floor. Mr. Ollivander preceded behind the desk, where Albus noticed there were thousands of boxes filled with wands with no masters yet to date.
After a few minutes, Mr. Ollivander returned with two boxes in his hands. He opened one. "Cherry wood, eleven inches, and the core, unicorn hair." He said, handing the wand over to Albus. He just stared at Ollivander for a minute, almost as if he was confused, or dazed in some way. "Well give it a flick!" Ollivander encouraged him. and so he did, and when he did, the mirror in the back of the store shattered and the glass was flying right towards them.
"Duck!" said Albus, throwing himself to the floor, and the glass hit the front door with some much force it was stuck in the wood.
After that epidemic, Ollivander took the wand, shaking his head. "Ehh, No, No, No." He put the wand away and took out the second one. His hands were shaking at this point. "thirteen inches, hawthorn wood, dragon heartstring core." He said, handing it over and sitting down in the chair behind the desk. Instantly, he felt a connection. Albus knew, this was the wand. Ollivander stood up. Interesting…I believe you have found your wand, Mr. Potter."
Very short, it's the prologue! tell me what you think.