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Chapter 2 – Draco in Diagon Alley
"Bailey! Up! Now!"
"Aw Mum," said Bailey, groggily.
"Don't give me that Bailey, you should have been up fifteen minutes ago," said Ginny. "You too Lilith! Up!"
"Mu-um," said Lilith from the next room.
"Don't you kids want to go to Diagon Alley?"
The girls flew out of bed at that statement, and were dressed in no less than five seconds.
After everyone was up and ready, Ginny got the kids into the family car (Harry insisted on having one although Ginny had no idea why) and drove everyone to London. After getting to the Leaky Cauldron and then into Diagon Alley, Ginny had them all split up: Jessica would take the twins to go look at brooms and such and Ginny would take the other three girls to shop for school things. Since it was Reagan's first year, Ginny wanted to make sure everything was perfect.
First, they stopped to buy robes. Not only did Reagan need them, but Bailey had grown two inches in the last year. Lilith had barely even grown half an inch so she was fine. Madame Malkin was very kind and found the perfect robes for Reagan.
Next, they stopped at Flourish & Blotts, for schoolbooks. Ginny got all of Jessica's books, while Lilith picked up some nice ones on the Dark Arts. Reagan got all of her new schoolbooks so it was off to buy a cauldron and take a trip to the Apothecary.
When that was finished, they found Jessica and the twins, and headed for the ice cream parlour to meet up with Harry and Ron and Hermione Weasley. They walked in, and Ginny got all the kids their ice cream and they waited.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Ginny Weasley? Or Ginny Potter as I've recently been told," came a snide voice from behind them.
Ginny turned. "Malfoy," she growled. "What are you doing out of Azkaban?"
"I'm on parole," he replied with a sneer.
"For good behavior," said his wife Pansy Parkinson (or Malfoy now), coming up behind him.
"Don't make me laugh," said Ginny.
"Or hurl," said Lilith.
"Although we could do that by just looking at your face," said Bailey.
"Girls please, let me handle this," whispered Ginny.
"Yeah girls," said Draco's son, Draco Lucius Malfoy II, "Let Mummy fight your battles." His younger sister, Phippy Morosa Malfoy, laughed from behind her mother's back.
"Shut up Malfoy," said Jessica. "You can't even fight your own battles."
"What are you looking at?" Malfoy (Senior) spat, for Reagan had been staring at him intently, for a long while.
"Oh it's just that your face looks a lot like a bit of phlegm I coughed up this morning," said Reagan matter-of-factly. "So I was wondering if your entire family looked like hacked-up slime balls, or if it was just you. But never mind, I can already see the answer."
The whole time she said this, she didn't glare or say it cruelly. She sounded more curious, as if she were asking the time or the weather.
Her family was in complete shock that Reagan had said something like that. She was usually so quiet and polite.
"Why you little—" said Draco, pulling out his wand.
"You'll want to put that down Malfoy," said Harry from behind him, "before you do something you'll regret."
"Or before we do something we won't," said Ron.
Malfoy turned to see Harry, Ron, and Hermione pointing their wands at him. "Well if it isn't Potty, Weasel King, and the Mudblood. Come to join the party have you?" he grimaced.
Hermione glared at him. "I've slapped you once before Malfoy, don't make me do it in front of your children."
"C'mon Draco," glared Pansy. "We don't want to be seen with riff-raff like them." She took her children by the arms and dragged them away from the scene.
"This isn't over, Potter," Malfoy growled.
"Yeah, yeah, and you'll get my little dog too," Harry replied. Malfoy glared confusedly as he followed his wife towards the Leaky Cauldron.
"What little dog?" asked Ron. "You don't have a dog."
"No, no, Ron. It's from a Muggle film," explained Hermione.
"A Muggle phlegm? What are you—?"
"No, film. It's a— never mind. I'll explain later."
After they had all finished their ice cream, Harry and Ron took Carter and Reagan to go get their wands while everyone else went out for more school supplies. Ginny and Hermione wanted to go but there wasn't room in the tiny shop. They all agreed to meet up outside Eeylop's Owl Emporium.
When Ron, Harry, and the kids entered Ollivander's, they discovered that Neville and his daughter Joan were waiting at the counter, while Mr. Ollivander was pulling boxes off shelves.
"Harry, Ron! Good to see you again. Buying wands I presume?" asked Neville.
"Well, we are in a wand shop, Neville," said Ron.
"Oh, right," replied Neville, cheeks going red.
"How are you Joan?" asked Carter.
"Fine," answered Joan quietly.
"Have you been here long?" Reagan inquired.
"Oh, no, just a few minutes. Mr. Ollivander's only just finished my measurements."
As soon as she uttered the word 'measurement' tape measures flew out of nowhere and began to measure arm lengths and shoulder width. Mr. Ollivander walked out of the back room.
"Well, well, new customers! How very exciting! Ah, Mr. Potter, lovely to see you again," Mr. Ollivander began.
"Same to you, Mr. Ollivander," replied Harry.
"Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple. A rather interesting choice at the time, but it got the job done, didn't it?"
"Yes, sir, it did."
"And Mr. Weasley!" said Mr. Ollivander, turning to him. "Willow and unicorn hair, fourteen inches, I believe! How does it suit you?"
"Just fine, sir. Saved my life more than once, you know," said Ron.
"As should a wand," replied Mr. Ollivander. "So, let's begin. Miss Longbottom, if you will?"
Joan timidly stepped forward as Mr. Ollivander took a box off a shelf to his left. "Rowan and dragon heartstring, ten inches, fine quality. Now if you'll just take it in your hand, like that, and give it a wave—". But Joan had barely even raised the wand before Mr. Ollivander had snatched out and put another in its place. This went on for a few minutes before—
"Bravo, oh bravo, dear child! Purple heart and dragon heartstring, nine and a quarter inches, a very interesting combination but perfect for charms," applauded Mr. Ollivander. "That will be seven galleons."
Neville finished congratulating Joan and paid Mr. Ollivander. "C'mon, Joan, we still have tons to buy," he called.
"Dad, can't I stay and watch Carter? And Reagan?" she added.
"Well, alright, but only for a few minutes. We have a schedule remember?"
"Alright then, who's next? Mr. Weasley perhaps?" asked Mr. Ollivander.
Carter walked up to the counter and waited for Mr. Ollivander to hand him a wand. "Here you are boy, ivy and unicorn hair, eleven and a half inches, excellent for transfiguration." Carter took the wand in his hand, but like before, Mr. Ollivander snatched it out again saying, "No, no, no, no, no. Try this one. Persimmon and unicorn hair, fifteen inches, a bit bendy." Carter took the wand in his hand and, when Mr. Ollivander didn't yank it out, he waved it across his face, hard. Purple sparks shot across the room, singeing a few empty wand boxes.
"Well, that's strange. This seems to be the wand for you, but it's a bit destructive isn't it?" Mr. Ollivander inquired. "That will be seven galleons," he added to Ron.
"Great job, Carter," Ron whispered to his son as he took out his moneybag.
"Wonderful, wonderful, we're making good time. All right Miss Potter, your turn," said Mr. Ollivander. "I do hope you'll be easier than your sisters. Jessica was simple enough, got hers on the third try. But Lilith? We tried every wand in the shop until I finally decided to make one for her personally. And Bailey was in here for four and a half hours trying to find one. But here you are. Cedar and dragon heartstring, twelve inches."
And so began the two hours and sixteen minutes of wand searching. Finally, after they seemed to have gone through the entire store, Mr. Ollivander handed her, "Mahogany and phoenix feather, twelve and three quarter inches, quite supple."
Reagan swiped the wand through the air and a big bang emitted while orange sparks flew out. Mr. Ollivander cheered, as did Harry, Ron and Carter. Neville and Joan had left after the first hour.
"Oh finally. Great job Reagan!" said Harry. He paid Mr. Ollivander and they all left the shop.
"Wow, that took a long time. I wonder where your mother went," pondered Harry.
"Sorry, Dad," said Reagan apologetically.
"Don't be, Reagan," said Harry, "At least you didn't take as long as Lilith and Bailey. Bailey took five hours and Lilith had to undergo a series of tests for weeks before Mr. Ollivander finally found the problem. He had to use a magical core that had never been used before. Can you believe she needed mermaid scales? That wand is one of a kind! Mr. Ollivander has started a whole new line of wands for kids just like Lilith. Well anyway, we best find Ginny…"
"And Hermione," added Ron.
"Right then, where--?" But a silver flash and the drop of a letter cut Harry off. He picked it up off the ground and read it. "It's from Ginny. She says they couldn't wait anymore and went back home. Hermione and the rest are there as well. She also forgot to pick up a pet for Reagan, so we'll go do that. You two coming?"
"Nah," said Ron, "We're going to get home but we'll see you on September first."
"Yeah, see you!" Harry called, as he and walked toward Eeylop's Owl Emporium.
Eeylop's was full of all types of creatures: cats, mice, toads, rats, dogs, and an assortment of unnamable creatures, but most of all, there were owls.
"Alright Rea', what would you like?" Harry asked.
Reagan looked around. "An owl," she said finally, and pointed to a small grayish-brown one with large yellow eyes.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, "You can pick anything. If you want a cat like Lilith—"
"No, I want that one."
"Alright," Harry consented. "Ma'am? Excuse me, ma'am? Could we get that little owl there? Yes that one. Thanks."
"Your lil' girl's got a good eye," said the shop keeper, "Tha's a Northern Saw-whet owl, that is. She's a smart one too, quite smart. Here you are now, here's a cage 'n' some mice to start off wif."
Reagan thanked the woman and they left Eeylop's. Harry and Reagan started toward the Leaky Cauldron.
"So, what're you going to call her?" Harry asked.
"Iris," replied Reagan.
A week later it was time to board the Hogwarts Express. That morning was chaotic and it was twenty minutes before eleven o' clock when they finally left for King's Cross Station. Reagan had never been more nervous, but she remained calm as she boarded the train that would, finally, take her to Hogwarts.
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