The place called Diagon Alley was huge. Almost instantly I heard chattering, murmurs, accusations, yelling, laughing, cheering, 'ooh'-ing and 'aww'-ing. A hundred new profiles began trying to sort themselves in my head. Posture indicates…speech patter…name?...siblings?...judging by looks I'd say…age 50's-60's, maybe 54?... fears… I felt my hair streak to dark blue immediately as Hagrid dragged us through the crowd. My head was darting about, trying to pick up names, ages, conversations, observing as many people as possible. Mother would have a field day out here.

"You're doing it again!" Harry exclaimed "Your hair keeps changing colour."

"I'm a Metamorphmagus." I muttered absent mindedly. There's too much going on around me to pay attention to anything Harry has to say right now. I've made his profile – which reminds me, I have to add it to my book of profiles. It's in my suitcase I think.

"'Ere we are. Midnight, we'll leave you 'ere. Don't worry, we'll be back soon. Jus' don't go no-where. Don't want you getting' lost." I turned to Hagrid, slightly aggravated, streaks of my hair beginning to turn red. He led Harry off, and my eyes narrowed to a glare in the back of his head before I looked to where I had been left. It was a small, quaint shop. Ollivanders. Hmm. This must be where I get my wand. I sighed and walked inside. There was a little 'ding'. I looked up to see the door had triggered a little bell. An old man, behind a long wooden counter, turned his head and looked at me, smiling slightly. Shelves upon shelves of bookcase were behind him with what looked like shoeboxes on them. There were small ladders scattered about as well.

"Hello there." He smiled "How can I help? First year at Hogwarts? Need a wand? Excellent, come here and I'll measure you."

"What does measuring me have to do with getting a wand?" I asked, but stepped forwards anyway. He brought out a measuring tape and began explaining it to me.

"We have to find a wand that is suitable for you to wield, and naturally there are thousands of wands each demanding a different owner. So, we must narrow down the search or we'd be here all day, now wouldn't we?" I said nothing. New Profile: Mr. Ollivander, age unknown, worst fear… seems to be evil. Evil magic? Evil people? Or just evil in general? Not sure yet. I'll put 'evil' and narrow it down later. He finished measuring me and then scurried off, muttering to himself, before he climbed a small ladder on a bookcase and returned with three boxes, stacked up on top of each other, in his hands. He put them on the counter, and I watched curiously as he opened the lid, delicately picking up a small stick from inside. He handed it to me, and I reached over, taking it.

"10 inches, juniper, dragon heartstring core." He watched me take it, smiling slightly. "Go ahead, give it a wave." He said. I shrugged and flicked it, making a teapot on the corner of the room explode.

"Maybe not" He frowned, and took it from me, putting it back in the box. He took the second one and handed it to me. Before he could even explain what it was the glass in the door shattered. He snatched it away and opened the last box.

"12 inches, Manticore hair, Black Limba wood." He handed it to me, and I took it gently. It began to glow, and I grinned as warmth, and yet somehow darkness spread across the feeling in my arm.

"I like this one." I smiled.

"Yes" Mr. Ollivander murmured "I think that's the wand for you." He took it from me and put it back in the box before handing the box to me. I handed over the wizarding money mother had dropped off with my supplies and headed out. As I opened the door, I heard Mr. Ollivander talking behind me.

"Be careful with it, it can do great, but terrible things in the hands of those with darkness in their hearts." I turned to him and smiled.

"I'll keep it in mind." I said pleasantly before turned back and leaving the shop. I carried the box under my arm, making sure it was supported constantly – I don't want to drop it. I spotted Hagrid and Harry easily and made my way over to them. They were in a robes shop, and Hagrid frowned when he saw me.

"I thought I told ya not to go anywhere."

"You weren't that difficult to spot." I replied immediately. Harry jumped down from the stool he was stood on and grinned.

"You should've seen Gringotts - it's amazing!"

"Amazing wouldn't quite be the word I'd use" Hagrid muttered.

"I'd rather not." I said "How long before we leave?"

"Well, 'Arry's got to get his wand yet. We've already got the school books. Should be about ano'er half hour." Half an hour… Βοήθεια's been away from me for a while; mother told me to keep her close, but I left her at the Leaky Cauldron – some kind of hotel we'd be staying at until Hogwarts in a few days. I was already beginning to miss her.

"Done?" Hagrid said "Good. Le's go." Harry followed Hagrid out of the shop excitedly, and I sighed, rolling my eyes before walking after them. On the way back to Ollivanders, I spotted a pet shop.

"Hagrid" I said, poking his gigantic arm "I'm going to have a look in there. I won't go anywhere, I promise."

"All right 'en, jus' don't wander off."

"I won't." I said, already moving away from them to the pet shop. I walked inside at the smell of animal hit me, but it wasn't a bad smell. I wonder if there's more to keeping owls than meets the eye. Maybe she needs vitamins or something other than what she can catch at night. I approached the counter. Not many people were in here. In fact, I'm the only person in here who's not working here. The lady who was working here was stood behind the counter, brushing a cat's fur.

"Hello there." She smiled, putting the cat back in its cage. "How can I help?"

"I've just got an owl, and I'm wondering if there's anything I should know about looking after it." I said immediately. The lady smiled.

"Well, they like to sleep during the day, they need a cage for transportation, and they usually have some seed in case they don't catch anything – don't want them going hungry, do we? They need lots of exercise, which they'll probably get through delivering post – oh and they of course need fresh water every day. What kind of information did you have in mind?"

"The kind you just said really." I said strongly "Can I have some owl seed please? If that's what it's called."

"Small, medium or large?"

"Um, medium please." I said, putting my hands in my pockets to find some more money. The lady disappeared and repapered a few moments later with a medium bag of seed. The owls for sale around me began squawking, but we both ignored them as I paid for the seed. Then Hagrid came in, without Harry.

"Good, you're still 'ere." He said, before he picked up a cage with a small pure white snowy owl in it.

"Hedwig" He muttered, reading the name tag.

"She's a darling snowy owl." The lady said loudly. I moved away slightly.

"It's Arry's birthday, you see, 'n' he's never 'ad a proper birfday present, so I fought I'd get 'im a pet to keep 'im company." Hagrid explained to me putting the cage on the counter "Best have some seed as well." Hagrid said to the lady, and she nodded, scurrying away and returning with the same sized seed bag as mine. Hagrid paid for it quickly.

"C'mon 'en, Midnight, le's go get 'Arry."