Disclaimer: I don't own this it is all based of J. K. Rowling.

AN: please review this is my first time posting and I want to now what you think. If you do review don't just tell me it sucks, tell me why it sucks.

Prologue: Ollivander's

It was a warm day, the kind of day during which families go on picnics in the countryside, that "ideal" day. That day Diagon alley would be playing host to 3 young wizards destined to change the magical world.

Remus

Looking at the boy one would never guess that he was one of these three. He clung to his mothers hand and had cuts and bruises all over his body.

The boy was not feeling great right now, he looked around at all the smiling faces. And thought, 'None of them were like him, no one understood him. Right now more than ever he wished he was normal, that he wasn't a werewolf. Even inside his head he whispered it, afraid someone would hear him. He was ashamed of himself, of course the headmaster had "said" that it wasn't any trouble but they both new it was not true. He shouldn't even be going to Hogwarts...'

"Remus. Don't think about that right now, you've got a wand to choose." To Remus surprise they were right in front of Ollivander's. It was not an imposing building like Gringots or an inviting one like the Ice cream shop that they had passed a little while ago. It was a dark dusty shabby place full of spiders. He suddenly noticed that a small man much like his shop was in the room.

"Hello ollivander" said his dad

Ollivander responded immediately not even straining himself to remember, "oak, 10 ¾ inches, dragon heartstring core, great for powerful spells and dueling"

"Yes perfect considering I became an Auror"

"Lets see how he does, hmm, lets try this nice hazel wand, I think you'll like it"

Remus reached for the wand, and gave it a shake but nothing happened, feeling disappointed he returned it only to find that ollivander had already picked out another one and was giving it to him. After (from Remus' point of view) an eternity he felt it. The second his hand touched the beautiful wood a thrill ran through him, the air around him lit up with images of him performing extraordinary feats with his wand a group of friends all around him a full moon in the sky. He felt someone tap his shoulder, it was his mom, "do you think this is the one?

Sirius

"Come on, Sirius. No don't stop to stare. Sirius are you even paying attention to me." Sirius as you may have guessed was not paying attention to his father. In fact he was so adept at tuning his father, no make that his whole family out that (since the age of 8) his whole life seemed to have acquired a pleasant sort of background music, similar to elevator music in that it was seldom heard and never thought of. His mind was at this moment focused on bigger and more important things: a new model of a Cleansweep: number 3. A sharp slap from his mother woke him from his internal worship, and as she reminded him not to humiliate the family he muttered, "And slapping your own son for looking at a broom won't humiliate the family?"

His parents continued as if they hadn't heard, "we are going to Ollivander's now."

As with many one-track minds Sirius had already forgotten the Cleansweep and was focusing on his next task choosing a wand. Although Sirius tried to remain calm and nonchalant his face and tone could not hide his excitement. He was going to have a wand, and by his calculations he would be able to annoy and torture his family at least twice as effectively, he couldn't wait.

As soon as they got in Ollivander began his work. Not exchanging words more than necessary with Sirius' parents or their son. Initially Ollivander gave Sirius wands with Dementor skin or basilisk scale cores but since none of them worked, he started giving out rather elegant wands as opposed to the large harsh frightening ones that he had been giving out earlier. Suddenly after many tries Sirius finally sensed that something was right. As he took hold of the wand a lion appeared and snarled at his parents who backed away quickly, he couldn't wait to try it out.

James

He was happy, he was elated, he was euphoric, he was getting a wand. These had been his thoughts since he had woken up at 6and almost 9 hours later they were still as prevalent in his mind as ever. Understandably this had provoked some frustration in his parents having to deal with a slightly hyperactive 11 year old 6 in the morning was hardly their idea of rest. Es could hear his dad saying to his mom, "I can't believe I took a day off of work for this, this is harder than work. Does he ever stop talking, I swear to god I will put a silencing charm on him."

He heard his mom say something in return but none of it penetrated as his I'm going to have a wand thought process restarted. Even the new broomstick models failed to entrance him or for that matter hold his attention for more than a few seconds. With a wand he would be able to o anything he wanted. More importantly however he would be able to go to Hogwarts.

His parents told so many stories about it. He knew that he was going to be a Gryffindor and that he would be great at magic and be on the Quidditch team. Hogwarts he knew would be perfect. Lost in his daydreams he found himself on the doorstep of Ollivander's and thinking, 'this is the beginning of my magical life' he walked in.

He was immediately astounded by the place's smallness and darkness it didn't look like the kind of place to buy the one item that would let him make extraordinary magic. However after seeing his parents greet ollivander warmly (and vice versa) he felt himself trusting the small man. And after a few quick tests ollivander handed him his first wand, nothing happened a few wands later he still hadn't felt any thing. Right before he was about to lose hope and had begun to think that he was a squib it happened, he grabbed the dark wood and a circle of light spread out from him turning every Slytherin witch or wizard into a lion wearing Gryffindor colors. Hogwarts was going to be great.

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Authors note. Please review. This is my first time writing, tell me what you think.

Also these where the wands I gave the three characters:

James' wand is Mahogany, 11 inches phoenix, pliable (excellent for transfiguration) (source J. K. Rowling)

Remus' wand is Rosewood 10 ½ unicorn. Source (my invention)

Sirius' wand is Birch dragon 11 ¼. Source (my invention)