Authors Note: To avoid any confusion, I wanted to let everyone know that at this point in the story, Danny does not have his powers.

Thank you for reading the first chapter, I hope you enjoy this one too!

The rest of the month flew by, between spending his remaining time with Sam and Tucker, and Jazz dragging him into any discussions she had with their parents about her great-great Step-Aunt. Danny didn't get much time to himself to really notice it passing at all. And so, on the day of July 24 (his parents had decided to leave a few days early, in an effort to get to know London a little, as well as get to properly sleep off any Jet Lag), it felt to Danny like it had only be yesterday that he'd found out he was a wizard.

Sam hugged him before he boarded the plane, "Be safe," she said to him, "and make sure to get an owl, I want to be able to talk to you during the school year."

Danny grinned and nodded, "Don't worry, I'll write to you whenever I can."

"You better," she said, playfully punching his arm.

"See you next year, dude," said Tucker waving his PDA, "I'll show you all the technological achievements that will happen when you get back."

Danny smiled, "Thanks, Tuck."

The plane-ride to London was bitter sweet. He had to leave his friends and the town he was raised in, but he was also going to London. Away from school and the mocking that came with his parents' ghost hunting.

Danny's excitement about being in another country was nothing compared to Jazz's. After settling into their motel room the Fenton family had decided to do some exploring. Neither of the two siblings had ever been outside of the USA before, and so they kept staring at everything they saw with excited eyes. Danny once again found himself being dragged along by Jazz, however, as she pulled him in and out of bookstores. The adult Fenton's had hand-held ghost detecting technology out, and were so busy scanning for ghosts they narrowly avoided running into people.

Just as Professor McGonagall had said, on the morning of August the 1st, a brown-haired wizard showed up at their motel room. He introduced himself as Justin Partridge, and in no time he had ushered the family out the door, insisting that they get to Diagon Alley as soon as possible.

Danny couldn't help but notice that Justin seemed to be in a hurry, his eyes were focused ahead of him, and his feet kept a brisk pace, making most of the Fenton family have to run to keep up with him. Danny wondered what he was in a rush for, did he have something important he had to do after their shopping?

In no time, they all reached the Leaky Cauldron. It was dark inside, and a bit shabby looking, but as Danny glanced around and saw what he assumed to be witches and wizards sitting about, talking to each-other in rather excited voices, he noticed that it was comfortable, perhaps a little homey. But that might just have been his opinion.

Justin raced to the bartender, not even sparing anyone else a glance, "Is he here yet, Tom? Has he come yet?"

The bartender – Tom, nodded, "You just missed him. He's only been gone a few minutes."

Justin looked crestfallen.

"Don't worry, Justin," said Tom, "If you head to Diagon Alley, you might yet get your chance to meet him, though I must say he doesn't look like he enjoys all the attention."

Justin huffed, "He'll have to get used to it. But what was he like, Tom?" Justin added eagerly.

Maddie interrupted, "Excuse me, I was under the impression we were going to Diagon Alley to pick up Danny's supplies."

Justin looked agitated at her interruption, but before he could open his mouth Tom nodded to him, "I see you're helping out a new first year. If that's true you'd best be off, you don't want to get in trouble with the Headmaster."

Justin sighed dejectedly, "Fine," he said waving the Fenton's over, "We're going to Diagon Alley," he turned to the bartender, "We'll talk later, right?"

Tom nodded in response.

Justin led the slightly bewildered family out the back door of the bar and into a small, walled courtyard, which seemed empty besides themselves and a trash can.

Danny wasn't paying any attention to what Justin was doing. He was too busy wondering who it was Justin and Tom had been talking about. Was this person some kind of celebrity?

Danny jolted back to reality as a hole appeared in the wall in front of them, growing wider and wider until they were facing an archway large enough for even Jack to fit through. On the other side of the arch, a cobblestone street twisted and turned out of sight.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley," Justin said, a bit halfheartedly Danny noticed. He didn't look back at them as he stepped through, and the family, not wanting to lose him in the crowd, quickly shook off their shock and followed after him. Danny looked over his shoulder as he heard a scraping sound, just in time to see the archway become a wall once again.

Maddie had to constantly pull Jack away from every window they passed. He was so excited to see all the magical items that every five seconds he tried to break away from the group to go look at the new thing that had caught his eye. Although none of the rest of the family would admit this out loud, they were all as equally excited to see the magic in this place.

They passed a shop that had Cauldrons outside it, a shop that had a rather strange and unpleasant smell wafting from it, an owl shop, a shop for broomsticks, robes, telescopes, books, quills and parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon, etc. . . .

"We're going to Gringotts first," said Justin, a bit stiffly. He whirled around to face the family and raised an eyebrow, "Unless you happen to already have wizarding money on you?"

"Uh, no," said Maddie, raising her own eyebrow at his tone.

He didn't seem to notice it, however, as he nodded to himself and turned back to look ahead of them. "Then we'll go to Gringotts, there you can exchange your Muggle money for wizarding money."

"Gringotts is a bank?" asked Jazz curiously. She had taken to learning as much as she could about the wizarding world, especially since she wasn't technically part of it.

Justin sighed, "Yes, I thought that was obvious?"

Danny bit his tongue to keep himself from retorting to the man. He was being very rude, especially towards his family, and it was making Danny start to simmer.

Danny noticed the wizarding bank was by far the tallest building in Diagon Alley. Its snowy-white exterior made it stand out among the other, smaller, darker shops. Burnished bronze doors were opened for them by–

The Fenton family sucked in a breath making Justin glance at them, "Yep," he said, nodded to the figure in the deep red and gold uniform as they passed, "That's a goblin."

Danny tried to glance back at the goblin, but the doors had already shut behind him. He noticed a rather unnerving poem that warned him of the dangers of even thinking of robbing the bank. A pair of goblins bowed and opened a set of silver doors for them, which led to a huge marble hall. A hundred, perhaps more, goblins were sitting on high stools behind a very long counter, scribbling in what Danny guessed to be ledgers, weighing coins and examining gems through eyeglasses. There were so many doors leading out the hall, that Danny lost count, even more goblins were showing people in and out of them.

Justin walked purposefully towards the nearest, unoccupied goblin. "Excuse me," he said, somewhat politely, well, more politely than he had been towards the Fenton's, "They need to exchange some Muggle money," he waved a hand at them vaguely.

The goblin looked down at them, "Amount?"

Maddie stepped forward, brought out her wallet and removed most of the money. "This much please," she said, handing it to the goblin, "We'll take back whatever doesn't even out."

The goblin counted the money, made a few notes in his ledger, handed some bills back to Maddie, made a few more notes, than mumbled a "Wait here," before abruptly disappearing. He reappeared a moment later and handed Maddie a small bag that clinked a little as it was passed to her.

"Good day," he said. The family muttered some farewells in return before Justin briskly ushered them out the doors.

Justin checked their list of supplies regularly as the day went on. He constantly ushered them in and out of shops, insisting that they can get a good look around next year and that speed was of the utmost importance. Maddie bristled but didn't say anything. Jack pouted, but did as he was told. Jazz constantly looked like she was about to object, but didn't. And Danny was seething. What was wrong with this guy? Why was he so impatient? And, most important, why was he being so rude?

Justin groaned, "This is going to take forever!"

"It's only been an hour," Maddie pointed out irritably.

"Ugh. Let's split up. Daniel you go get yourself robed while we get the rest of your things, then we'll all go get your wand."

Danny glared at the man.

"Now hold on a minute–" Maddie started.

Justin wagged his finger, "Now, now," he said as if he were talking to a group of children, "Trust me, it will be best this way, the quicker the better–"

Suddenly the sleeve of Justin's robes burst into flames. The Fenton's stood stock-still, rooted in place at the sudden fire. Justin screeched and waved his arm franticly before whipping out his wand and shouting a spell that quelled the flames.

He glanced at Danny's surprised face, then at the rest of the family. He sighed and said, "Yes, fine, alright. We'll all go together." He started walking towards a shop when Maddie interrupted him.

"Wait! What was that?"

Justin sighed again. "I triggered some accidental magic is all. Not to worry." He glanced nervously at Danny again, before he led them into Flourish and Blots.

For some reason, Justin was a lot less disrespectful. That wasn't to say he completely changed. But every time he opened his mouth, he kept glancing at Danny before saying something. Danny didn't know why he kept doing that. What did he mean by 'accidental magic' anyway?

Jazz was absolutely fascinated by all the books. Justin tried to get her to leave, but she kept resisting him. Finally, nearly two hours later, they left the bookstore and quickly gathered the rest of Danny's supplies, including his robes. The last thing on the list was . . .

"A wand," Jazz said, reading the list before looking up at Justin. She snorted at his face, and Danny was a little worried, but chuckled all the same. Justin's dismayed eyes were glued to the horizon, of which the sun was starting to hang low in the sky.

"Unbelievable," Danny heard him mutter under his breath.

"Mr. Partridge?" said Maddie, "All we need now is a wand."

Justin snapped out of his daze, "Ah, yes, a wand. Ollivanders," he said, leading the way to their last shop for the day (Danny had decided to take a least a little pity on the man and would buy his owl later).

Ollivanders shop was narrow and shabby looking in all honesty. The sign announcing the name of the shop had peeling gold letters and a lone wand lay on a dusty purple cushion in the equally dusty window.

Justin glanced at the door nervously and, before Danny could comment, pushed it open and led the family in. An out-of-sight bell tinkled as they stepped inside. Danny blinked at all the small boxes lined on the shelves, which shot high to the ceiling. Danny got the distinct impression of a library. Jazz must have too, considering her single, sharp intake of breath. As soon as the door shut there was a silence in the room that not even Jack decided to break. No one had the chance to sit in the spindly chair in the corner before a soft voice said; "Good evening," making everyone jump, besides Justin, who flinched.

An old man was now standing behind the sales counter. It was as if he had simply appeared from nowhere. He had wide, pale eyes that shone like moons, and a beaming but troubled smile on his face.

"Ah," said the man, "Justin Partridge, I was wondering if you'd ever set foot in my shop again."

Justin winced once more before trying to turn it into a smile. Danny thought he looked like he was sucking on a lemon. He cleared his throat, "Yes, well . . ." he trailed off before cleaning his throat again. "This is Mister Ollivander. Mister Ollivander, this is the Fenton's and their son, Daniel, he'll be going to Hogwarts this year."

"It's Danny," muttered the eleven-year-old under his breath. Jazz, who was the only one who heard him, slapped her forehead.

Mr. Ollivander's eyes shifted from Justin to Danny. His silver eyes studying him so intently it was making Danny uncomfortable. He beckoned Danny forward. As soon as Danny was only about a foot away Mr. Ollivander said, "Mr. Fenton. Let's see." He pulled a tape measure from his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"

"Uhh," Danny glanced at Jazz, then back at Mr. Ollivander, "I'm right handed."

Mr. Ollivander nodded, "Hold out your arm then, that's it. He measured Danny from shoulder to finger, wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and around his head. As he was measuring, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Fenton. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."

Justin coughed and muttered something about needing some fresh air, before abruptly exiting the shop. Mr. Ollivander shook his head. "Maple, dragon heartstring, eight and a half inches, brittle," he muttered, clicking his tongue.

"What?" asked Danny.

Mr. Ollivander glanced at him, "I remember every wand I sell, Mr. Fenton. Just as I will remember yours, I remember Mr. Partridge's. Now then," he said turning away to look at the boxes. As he did so, Danny noticed with a start that the tape measure was now measuring him all by itself. Before he could bring this up, Mr. Ollivander returned with a box and said, "That will do," to the tape measure, making it stop abruptly and crumple to the floor.

"Right then," he said, grabbing Danny's attention away from the still tape measure, "Try this one. Aspen and unicorn hair, thirteen inches, supple. Take it and give it a wave."

Danny hesitated. He nervously wondered if he would cause a lightning bolt to shoot out of it like he had with McGonagall's wand. He took a deep breath, grabbed it and waved it, causing a nearby vase to explode. Mr. Ollivander instantly snatched the wand from his hand. "No, no," he got another box, "try this one. Cypress with dragon heartstring, eleven inches, swishy."

No sooner had Danny taken it, than Mr. Ollivander snatched it from him and handed him a new one.

"Try this," he said, "Red Oak, phoenix feather-"

A bookcase fell over.

After about seven more failed attempts, through which Danny grew increasingly weary, and Mr. Ollivander increasingly happy, he pulled out a box and walked over to Danny. He opened the box, and Danny peered nervously at the polished wand inside it.

"Cedar with unicorn hair, twelve and a half inches, springy. Go on, give it a wave," he said nodding encouragingly.

Danny tentatively took the wand and felt a sudden calming warmth surge through his fingers. He raised the wand and swung it down, a burst of blue and green sparks shot from it like fireworks.

The Fenton family clapped and Jack cheered loudly.

"Bravo!" said Mr. Ollivander, "Very good," he smiled down at Danny, "I do believe we have found your match."

Danny grinned.

As Mr. Ollivander packed Danny's wand back up, Maddie paid him the six galleons that he said it costed.

He was still beaming at them as they left.