Chapter 2! Wrote this ages ago but decided to wait awhile before uploading. And thanks to xtreme-muso for reviewing (twice haha:P)

Disclaimer: We don't own the Harry Potter series. It belongs to J.K Rowling

The Wand

Before I go any further, let me tell you a bit about myself. My name is Matthew (more commonly known as Matt) Damen Taylor. I'm an average boy who goes to an average primary school, has average intelligence and is averagely popular, or that's what I'd like to think. I live in Normanhurst, a quiet suburb in Sydney, Australia but trust me; I don't have an Australian accent. The thing I like the best about my looks (although I have to admit, I like everything from my dark brownish-black eyes to my tall, tanned, athletic self) is my messy, straight, black hair; it gives me a more daring and cheeky look, though not completely troublesome. So, how would I describe my personality as you ask? Hmmm…well…..I guess I'm…mischievous to the point where I play pranks on practically everybody. I'm also humorous but still know when to keep my mouth shut (thankfully). The most important fact about me is, I'm OBSESSED with Harry Potter (as you have probably guessed).

Now enough about me, you're probably swearing at me, telling me to tell you what happened at my birthday yesterday, so I'll take you back and replay the moment of epicness.

*FLASHBACK*

It was the very same thing I had wanted ever since that fateful night at Westfield. It was…the Harry Potter wand kit. Most people would think it's the lamest thing they have ever seen. But not me. This was the greatest; the most important Harry Potter collector's item to ever be created. It was completed with a wand (obviously), a single eagle quill with an ink pot, a cloak with the Gryffindor house emblem on it, a spell book containing all the spells from Harry Potter, except of course, the dark spells, and last but not least, a black Phoenix action figure, with golden outline. But something was unusual about this Phoenix action figure. It was moving. And then it yawned. This made me crack up laughing. Looks like technology has finely advanced enough to make it look realistic.

"We knew you'd love it!" My mum crooned even though I hadn't actually said I liked it. I guess the look on my face made up for it though.

"Why don't you play with your presents in your room while we make breakfast for you?" My dad suggested. "We'll bring you your breakfast when it's finished, but I don't think that will be anytime soon."

I nodded as I ran up to my room, clutching my presents in joy. I remember to throw a fleeting 'thank you' over my shoulder in my family's direction before disappearing from view. As I run into my room, I kick the door shut behind me and leap onto the bed. I put on the Gryffindor cloak, take out the wand(which according to the label is Dragon Heartstring and cherry, supple and 12 inches) and WOW, sparks come shooting out of the end. Again I'm amazed at the technology behind it, but I just shrug it off as I pull out the spell book, and pick the first spell on the list, Wingardium Leviosa. I point my wand at the Phoenix action figure, which is currently chewing the head off my dragon statue, and shout out "WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!" .And to my amazement, the protesting Griffin rises into the air. POP! I look around, startled as five strange men appear out of thin air into my bedroom pointing their wands, or what I assumed to be wands, at my face. They all look different, but somehow the same with their matching black cloaks and stern faces. Confusion and fear fills me as a million different thoughts race through my mind. Who are these people? How did they get here? Why are they here? Did I do something wrong? And more importantly, had they done something to my family? Worry fills me and I consider screaming out for help. But something about these people makes me hesitate. They just look so familiar! I can't shake off the feeling that I have seen them before. In a movie…..about wands and magic…..with a boy named Harry Potter. And then it hits me. Disbelief washes over me in overwhelmingly powerful waves. It takes all my concentration not to pass out from the mixed emotions inside me. Then the man closest to me asks me the one question I never thought I would hear or have to answer in my life.

"Why did you do magic outside of school?" It is such a simple question, a simple question that I have no answer for. The only reply I could come up with was: "Magic…me…school….exists…what?" I was embarrassed with my reply but I couldn't come up with anything better. I would have thought it was some sort of joke my brothers had made if there weren't so many unusual-looking people in my room. The same man as before suddenly brings a realization onto me. "You're going to be expelled from Hogwarts if you don't answer me." This isn't some sort of huge practical joke even though I'd be too shocked to laugh even if it was. Harry Potter isn't a made up story. Magic exists and most importantly, I am wizard.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*