Okay, this is my first entry on this site. I came up with this fanfic
during my Vacation of Power. Hope you like it!
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Ah, the yearly trip to Diagon Alley. Harry still found the sites and sounds fascinating, even after all his years coming here.
"I'm bored" Hermione and Ron said in unison. They were sitting at a table outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, and their food was long gone. Harry sighed. "Well," he said, "I've been meaning to get a wand care kit ever since Cedric told me he used one. I didn't get a chance to do so last year, but I think I'll do it now. You two can tag along if you wish." He noticed the two of them were sitting unusually close to one another.
"Sure." Hermione replied. "Why not?" Ron chimed in, as they both stood up.
The bell on the door rang as they walked into Ollivander's. A man looking to be in his early twenties was ahead of them.
"Thank you very much, sir." The man said. "Not at all, Mr. Pound." Mr. Pound almost walked away but turned back. "One more thing, Mr. Ollivander," he remembered, "One of my ex-girlfriends was convinced that there is a correlation between the size of a man's wand" he paused to stroke his beard stubble, "And the size of a man's wand."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, then down at their wands. Hermione started giggling.
"W-w-w-ell I-I-I wou-wou-wouldn't really kn-know about that, s-sir." Ollivander was a fantastic shade of scarlet.
Mr. Pound sighed. "Oh, well. I didn't really think you'd know. Thanks anyway!" As he walked out of the store, Hermione noticed that his wand was a foot and a half long.
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Well, that's my first fanfic. Please R&R!
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Ah, the yearly trip to Diagon Alley. Harry still found the sites and sounds fascinating, even after all his years coming here.
"I'm bored" Hermione and Ron said in unison. They were sitting at a table outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, and their food was long gone. Harry sighed. "Well," he said, "I've been meaning to get a wand care kit ever since Cedric told me he used one. I didn't get a chance to do so last year, but I think I'll do it now. You two can tag along if you wish." He noticed the two of them were sitting unusually close to one another.
"Sure." Hermione replied. "Why not?" Ron chimed in, as they both stood up.
The bell on the door rang as they walked into Ollivander's. A man looking to be in his early twenties was ahead of them.
"Thank you very much, sir." The man said. "Not at all, Mr. Pound." Mr. Pound almost walked away but turned back. "One more thing, Mr. Ollivander," he remembered, "One of my ex-girlfriends was convinced that there is a correlation between the size of a man's wand" he paused to stroke his beard stubble, "And the size of a man's wand."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, then down at their wands. Hermione started giggling.
"W-w-w-ell I-I-I wou-wou-wouldn't really kn-know about that, s-sir." Ollivander was a fantastic shade of scarlet.
Mr. Pound sighed. "Oh, well. I didn't really think you'd know. Thanks anyway!" As he walked out of the store, Hermione noticed that his wand was a foot and a half long.
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Well, that's my first fanfic. Please R&R!