Hey, this is a Fanfiction in memory of John Hurt: or widely known as Ollivander, the wand maker. I decided to mix this memory with the fact that it is my birthday today, and thought it was rather fitting. John, or Ollivander, will always be in our hearts, and we will always remember our first wand given by this wizard.
My birthday is today, and I got a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, informing me that I am a witch. I expected this letter, being as my parents are both Purebloods. Anyway, looking through the letter, I was told to buy these items and so both Mum and Dad took me to this place called Diagon Alley, which was hidden away in the centre of London! Cauldrons and books later, I looked through the list to find I was still missing something- a wand.
"Where will I get a wand, again?" I asked, craning my neck up to look at Dad.
"There's only one place to go! Ollivander's wand shop." Dad winked. He ushered me into said wand shop, where we were greeted cheerfully by an elderly wizard, who I assumed was Ollivander. He smiled at my arrival, and bid farewell to another Hogwarts student as they left.
"Ah, I've been expecting you at some point." Ollivander said as he strolled into the back of the store, surrounded by shelves and shelves of small rectangular boxes.
"You know who I am?" I asked.
"I know everyone who walks into my shop for their first wands, second, third, I even had the infamous Harry Potter walk into my shop!" Ollivander said.
"Of course you did." I said, slightly embarrassed that I did not come to think of that.
"Ah, here we are." Ollivander said as he came back up to the counter with a few boxes. He opened the first one which revealed a rather straight wand, dark wood. "Blackthorn, Pheonix feather, nine and a half inches."
He handed the wand to me delicately, and I took it the same way. Finding my grip, I flicked the wand, and a shelf of wands collapsed. I jumped back in surprise, laying the wand gently on the counter before I could cause any more damage.
"Absolutely not." I heard Ollivander mutter as he used his own wand to quickly set the shelf right again, and all the wands which thankfully did not fall out of the boxes.
"Sorry." I murmured, although smirking a little.
"Try this one: Cherry, Dragon heartstring, eleven and a quater inches." Ollovander said, warily giving me the second wand.
A little more lightly, I flicked it, and set my Dad's sleeve on fire. After a quick Aguamenti charm, we moved on, vowin not to speak of what just happened (although I vow not to let him forget).
Wand after wand, I thought Ollivander would begin to grow weary of me, yet he still seemed so full of life as he passed wand after wand to me. He was possibly the most patient man I had so far met.
"Try this one: Elm, Unicorn hair, thirteen and a half inches." He said. This time, the wand threw out red sparks which narrowly missed Ollivander, and completely destroyed a light in the back of the store.
"Am I going to find the right wand?" I asked, not sure if I were cut out for this.
Ollivander seemed either to not hear me, or ignore me completely. "Try this: Blackthorn, Unicorn hair, ten and three quater inches."
When I took the wand, I expected to destory another object, but instead, a powerful white jet of light erupted out the tip, and sent an intense shower of different breed flowers over the shop. Ollivander watched in awe, as did my parents, and he whispered something too quiet for me to hear. "Sorry, I couldn't catch that."
"The wand has chosen it's Witch. I guarantee you will do many great deeds, and reach new heights that no one else has ever thought to reach." Ollivander said. "Have faith, and do what your heart tells you to."