My first Harry Potter Fanfic. Please read and review.
The bell rang cheerfully as a fifteen-year-old boy, by the name of Harry Potter, entered Mr. Ollivander's Wand Shop.
"Ah, I thought I'd see you again, Mr. Potter," Mr. Ollivander said, without turning around. "Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple, was it?"
Harry nodded. "Yes, sir. Er...I would like a new wand, sir."
Mr. Ollivander tensed a bit. "A new wand, did you say?" he said quietly.
Harry nodded. "Yes, sir. I feel my old one is getting, er...old."
"Harry, you know only one wand will ever suit your perfectly, do you not?" Mr. Ollivander said, turning around to face Harry with tired grey, but twinkly eyes.
"Yes, sir. I just wanted to see if I could, you know, try out some new wands," said Harry.
"May I see your old wand?" Mr. Ollivander said.
Harry handed him the wand he knew so well.
Mr. Ollivander inspected the wand, turning it over in his hands and peering at it closely. "Are you sure, Mr. Potter?" he said, putting the wand in a large box and turning to Harry.
"Yes, sir," Harry said boldly.
Mr. Ollivander sighed quietly, and turned to rummage in a pile of boxes nearby. After a few seconds of searching, he found a box, which, to Harry, did not look any different from any other box in that pile. Apparently Mr. Ollivander knew which wand was which.
"Try this one," Mr. Ollivander said, putting the box gently in Harry's hands.
Harry gingerly opened the box, and pulled out a long wand, probably made of black walnut, since the wood was very dark.
Before he could wave it, though, Mr. Ollivander snatched it away from him and put it back in the box. "Not that one," he said to himself as he put it back in the pile. Then Mr. Ollivander began searching for the right wand again.
Harry felt as if he were starting Hogwarts again; everything was all too familiar: Mr. Ollivander, this shop, trying so many different wands...
At last Mr. Ollivander found a box, which, again, looked exactly like the box that Harry had opened not two minutes ago.
"This one ought to fit you," the expert said, "but you know it will never work as well as your old wand."
Harry nodded as he opened the box. This time, he pulled out a medium-length wand (he estimated it to be around eleven inches, like his old one).
He waved it, and immediately he got a strong feeling about this wand. This was the one! His new wand!
Mr. Ollivander smiled sadly. "Eleven inches, cypress wood, made with dragon core, nice and bendy..." He paused. "Are you sure you would like to take it?" Mr. Ollivander asked one more time.
Harry nodded, holding the wand with pride. He knew he'd never see his old wand ever again. He paid for his new wand, and moments later exited the shop.
I think there'll be two chapters, though I'm not quite sure. Thanks for reading!
