The whole pub went silent, Lily Potter stood up in front of her glowering husband. Professor McGonagall turned to see the scene she was trying to avoid. "Hannah," Lily said softly, "Hannah, just listen," everyone in the pub was holding their breath to see what would happen, Hannah looked at Lily, then James, who was fuming, and Harry who didn't know who to side with. "I'm out of here" Hannah muttered, she turned and headed back to the door when she was stopped by Lily talking, "Where will you go? Back to whatever place gave you that cut on your shoulder?" Her voice was slightly louder and harder now, and James was kicking himself, for he knew that if Hannah was anything like Sirius, saying things like that was not a good idea. Anger bubbled up inside Hannah, and her hand moved towards the wand in her pocket, this movement was picked up on by James, who laughed "See that Lil! The 11 year old thinks she can beat us!"
"James!" McGonagall's harsh voice filled the pub as she walked over to him, "Grow up! If you're pathetic enough to duel with an eleven year old, then you need to go to St Mungo's." James stopped laughing, but was fuming with anger once again. Lily was slightly annoyed at her kindness being ignored, "Hannah walking away from us won't do you any favours" Lily stood her ground, staring at the back of Hannah. More anger bubbled up inside Hannah and she pulled out the wand, spun round facing Lily, wand inches from her. McGonagall sighed, this is want Dumbledore didn't want, James leapt to his feet, wand out as well, and everyone else in the pub drew a breath, Lily, on the other hand, remained quite calm. "Since when has life ever done me favours? Why should it start now?" Hannah's voice was dark, and sounded incredibly similar to Sirius' when he was angry, and she had the same menacing look James had seem many times on Sirius' face. No one replied to Hannah's questions, and she spun round to leave, but everyone in the pub drew their wands when the door opened, "Leaving so soon Hannah? I guessed there would be a problem, so thought I'd join in case there was a duel."
Hannah leapt back so far she almost leapt into Lily Potter, it was clear to see the girl was in a panic. "Never been quite right in the head have you Hannah?" Cackling, the woman stepped closer to Hannah, who was frozen to the spot. McGonagall had stepped forward, wand out, ready to stop any violence. She shot a look at James that said "Get up and help." The bystanders in the pub where slowly leaving the room, either going to Diagon Alley, or going upstairs to their rooms. Even the landlord, Tom, was backing up slowly. "So, tell me, why is it that my dear daughter is leaving? What has she done now?" Mrs Black was enjoying the thought of Hannah being in trouble. She pulled out her wand and walked closer to Hannah, who was as white as a sheet, "Come on, tell me, and I'll give the filthy blood traitor what she deserves."
"Be sensible Black, your daughter has done nothing; we are just making our way into Diagon Alley," McGonagall tried to calm the whole thing down before it got violent, which wouldn't take long.
"Ha! Likely story, she's always doing something wrong this child, punishment! That's all that's needed and harsh punishment." Mrs Black was laughing at the thought of attacking someone. Lily had gone back to Harry, in case she needed to protect him, James was in two minds about help McGonagall or not.
"Please, Mrs Black, stay calm, and lower your wand" McGonagall whispered, Hannah could sense a slight note of fear in her voice though.
"Calm? I am calm! I'll show you not calm!" Mrs Black shouted as she leapt forward grabbed Hannah and held her wand to Hannah's throat.
"Now really!" McGonagall barked, "This is ridiculous, let Hannah go, and we can continue to Diagon Alley," by now Lily had her wand out, and was up on her feet and everyone else had left the room. Mrs Black let out an evil laugh as she threw Hannah to the floor, pointed her wand down at her, "All of you lower your wands or I'll kill her! Lower your wands!" Mrs Black had completely lost her mind, and Hannah's gash on her shoulder had reopened and she was bleeding from her lip. The Potter's and McGonagall slowly lowered their wands; Mrs Black laughed and grinned an evil grin. She shot a spell at Hannah who was crawling backwards, she froze. Mrs Black crouched down in front of her frozen daughter, "You should know by now that running away from me doesn't make things better for you" She slapped Hannah, and stood up, "Now I shall be leaving" She aimed a few kicks at her daughter, all of them making contact, unfroze her, and walked over to the door, she paused for a minute, and shot a curse at Hannah, who dived out the way of the worst of it, then fled from the pub cackling.
It took everyone a few seconds to get to their senses of what just happened, Hannah came round first, leapt up, looked at everyone who was staring at her and made for the door. "Not so fast," McGonagall locked the door, "I promised Dumbledore that I would take you to Diagon Alley and make sure you were able to get to the Hogwarts Express tomorrow morning, and I intend to keep that promise. Now come with me." Hannah seemed too scared not to obey, so followed McGonagall to the back of the pub and watched as she opened up the entrance to Diagon Alley.
Hannah trailed after McGonagall buying books and robes using the fund money from Hogwarts, as Hannah had none of her own. Everyone in Diagon Alley whispered and stayed away from Hannah, afraid that she was going to attack them. She was still bleeding from her lip, but not as bad, and her shoulder was more painful than ever; and to top it all off, she now had pains on a ribs and stomach, making it painful to breathe. Lastly they came to Ollivanders; McGonagall gave Hannah enough money for a wand, and made her go in, alone.
Hannah pushed the wooden door open and a warmth spread over Hannah, as she stepped into the wooden building and her mouth fell open at the amount of boxes, every place that was possible for a box, there was one, all up the stairs, shoved into the shelves, spread over the counter and scattered on the floor. And then a man standing on a ladder slide round into view, "Aha, I've been waiting for you to turn up," There was something about this man that made Hannah feel relaxed, like she could trust him. He was an aged man, with wide eyes, pale, with an almost hurt tint, but bright and intelligent all the same. His hair was greying, and fell down scruffily and his voice gentle as he spoke again, "I take it your wand arm is your right arm?" He glanced briefly over her left shoulder as Hannah nodded, he then glanced at the scar on her forehead, and he shook his head, "I'm sorry to tell you, I sold the wand that did this. Yew, 13 inches, a good wand, powerful, deadly in the wrong hands…" His soft voice trailed off, and Hannah's breathing calmed. "Now, please extend your right arm," Ollivander instructed as he pulled a tape measure out from a under a wand box and measured from Hannah's wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor and knee to armpit before writing something down, then all round her head. "Now, please try this wand, 11 ¼ inches holly and unicorn hair," Ollivander handed Hannah a slender wand, and she flicked it at a stack of old wand boxes, nothing happened. Ollivander snatched it back "No, that won't do," He stared at Hannah for a second, "I wonder," He run to a shelf further back then Hannah could see, and came back holding a slightly shorter wand then the last one, "Slightly peculiar combination, not the normal wood for someone like you," Ollivander muttered to himself until he came to the counter, "Elder and phoenix feather, ten and a half inches, supple and spring," he handed the wand over to Hannah, and she felt a warm, tingling up her right arm that filled her body, and gold and black sparks shot out the end, "Peculiar" Ollivander muttered, "Peculiar indeed." Hannah handed over the money she owed for the wand, and just before she left, "Mr Ollivander, what is peculiar?" slight curiosity lingered in her voice, Ollivander gazed at her for a second, "Early today I sold another wand to the young Harry Potter, 11 inches, holly and phoenix feather, and I explained the same story to him, it so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another two feathers. It is very peculiar indeed that you and Harry Potter should be destined for these wands when their brother gave you two those scars." Hannah was awestruck, and left the shop thinking about the words the wand maker had just told her.
As she stepped out onto the street, she saw McGonagall standing having a conversation with the Potter's. They stopped as they heard her come out; Harry started to walk over to her, but was stopped by James who grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "I'm out of here," Hannah repeated as McGonagall headed towards her. She swung the black bag round and pulled out the wand she had put in from Grimmuald Place, but before she could do anything, McGonagall caught on to what she was about to do, "Hannah, where exactly are you planning on going?" She shot Hannah a piercing look, waiting for a reply.
"Anywhere but here, but don't worry I might be on the Hogwarts Express tomorrow, and now you've kept your promise to Professor Dumbledore, so I won't bother you anymore, and don't even try and tell me to keep my temper, I've past being angry now." Hannah's voice was calm, but everything else about her showed she was anything but calm; her chest was heaving and her eyes burned with fury. The Potter's and McGonagall stared at her in shock. Hannah pointed the wand at herself, and she was gone.
Darkness surrounded Hannah, she lit up the end of her wand, checked she had everything in her bag, books, robes, cauldron, weighing scales and, most importantly, her wand from Ollivanders. She pulled it out and examined it, twirling it around in her hand. She put it back in her bag, and walked out from the dark alley. Putting her wand light out, she wandered round the street she was on, she pushed her way into the first building she could, everyone on the streets where too packed together for Hannah's liking. As she turned around, she realised this must be Kings Cross Station. Hannah walked round the edge of the building, and saw a group of people settling down for the night. She sighed, knowing she had no other choice, settled down against the wall ready to spend the night under her Hogwarts robes.
