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Chapter Two
"Blimey, I'm stuffed," groaned Lewis as he stumbled up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, one arm slung across Albus' shoulders and another across Ivy's, although not as heavily. Behind them, Salvatrus trailed uncertainly, looking for a way to walk past them.
"Alright, Potter, Dragonstar, Fox, you're all in that one," commanded a seventh-year when they got to the top, pointing to a room closest to the fire. "It's three per room, mates, so go on in. Your trunks should already be there."
Ivy and Rose bid them good night and went to the girls' dormitory, talking about the new things they had seen.
Inside, Lewis seemed to forget his full stomach and ran to the bed by the window, claiming it as his with a loud "Mine!" that earned him a boot to the head from a sixth-year through the door still open into the common-room. Muffling his laughter, Albus kneeled by his trunk near his bed in the corner, murmuring the incantation for it and touching the lock with his wand.
"Hey, I thought none of us knew how to use our wands," protested Lewis as he sat up.
Albus flushed and quickly opened the trunk, ruffling through it busily. "Mom only taught me how to make a lock charm, that's all."
"Oh, okay. Can you teach me? I don't want others looking through my stuff."
"Uh, maybe later," he evaded, pulling out his nightclothes and leaning back on his heels to look through everything he had, checking off a mental list to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything.
Three sets of uniform black robes, check. One plain pointed hat, check. One pair of dragon-hide protective gloves, check. One black winter cloak with silver fastenings, check. Any clothes containing colors I'll get later. Boots, sneakers, check. Other everyday clothes, check, obviously.
Books. The Standard Book of Spells, A History of Magic, Magical Theory, A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, Magical Drafts and Potions, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and The Dark Forces. Got all of them, good. Now I need to make sure I don't forget to grab them for class each day.
Messenger bag with all writing utensils, perfect, right there in the corner of my trunk. One pewter cauldron, standard size two; one set of glass phials; one telescope; one set of brass scales; and no broom yet since we don't know how to fly yet.
Satisfied, he sat on his bed and reached into the bag of owl feed he had withdrawn from his trunk, giving a handful to his white and grey owl, Winlock. An odd name, but when he had seen the owl, it was the first thing that had popped into his head and it seemed the fit the curious bird.
Just as Winlock had flown down to sit promptly on his shoulder that day in Hogsmeade, there had been only one wand that had responded to him immediately. He glanced down at the unique wand in his hand.
Made from birch, he knew that the only way a wand could be properly made from this would is if the tree itself was struck down by lightning, as he knew this one had been. The coat was smooth and polished to a fine golden color with a strand of unicorn hair. Combined, the birch brought healing, protection, and new beginnings; the unicorn strand enforced the healing and protection.
A rustle across the room brought his head up with a snap and he found the although Lewis was snoring by now, Salvatrus was watching him closely, his eyes fixated on the wand with curiosity.
"So, I don't think I got to know you much," Albus spoke up suddenly, wondering about the young wizard. "Are you from around here?"
"Actually, I came in from a Muggle city but moved into the Wizarding World after a few years," he replied, much to Albus' surprise. "What's your name again? Didn't catch it at the Sorting."
"I'm Albus Potter. Your name is…" He trailed off, unsure of how to complete the sentence without being rude.
"Pretty weird, huh?" the boy finished for him with a twitch of his lips. "Yeah, I know. Call me Sal if you want, though. Most people do."
"Sal. Okay, no problem," he agreed with a smile. Just then, however, he caught an eyeful of his roommate putting away what was apparently his wand into a hard case into the nightstand by his bed.
"Whoa! Is that your wand?" he asked, eyes wide. "Can I see it?"
Sal looked a bit uncomfortable but after a moment's hesitation took it out and walked over to Albus, letting him take a look.
The gorgeous wood was unlike any he had ever seen, shaded and flowing from gold to fire-red as though real flames licked the surface. Some sort of symbols had been burned into the handle, emphasizing the twirling wood-grain and making it seem as though it was floating all by itself, twisting, turning, melting, all in one.
"What kind of wood is it?" he breathed incredulously, not daring to touch the beautiful wand.
"It's called 'Ancient Kauri'," Sal explained, turning it in his hands. "Dad gave it to me for my eleventh birthday and it's accepted me."
"What's the core made of?"
"A manticore hair and a basilisk fang," came the curt reply, and Albus glanced up in surprise at the sharp change in tone. Backing away from the touchy subject, he examined the wood again.
"It really is beautiful," he murmured. To himself, he made a mental note to find out what Ancient Kauri was, because even just being close to it made him feel that there was a power to this wand that he had never felt before. And since when did wands have two elements in their core?
"Yeah. Well, we'd better turn in for now if we want to be fresh for tomorrow's classes," Sal said, abruptly changing the subject. "G'night."
"G'night," echoed Albus, but not before he pulled out the small package his father had placed in his trunk. As soon as the others were definitely fast asleep and his curiosity became too much to bear, he ripped it open hastily and found a letter, some sort of cloak, and a blank piece of parchment.
Dear Albus,
I hope you waited until a private moment to read this as I had requested, but with you, who knows. Enclosed is the Cloak of Invisibility that had often served my purpose and I hope that you use it well. Don't let anyone know about it except those who you trust the most.
Second, I have also given you the Marauder's Map. This, like the cloak, is something only for you to know about and use. All you have to say is "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good" to make the text appear, and "Mischief Managed" to make it invisible again. Do NOT let this get into the wrong hands.
Much love,
Mum and Dad
"I'll have to check this out tomorrow," he mused aloud, grinning wolfishly at the prospect of possessing something like this. Hiding it in his trunk, he snuggled under the covers and sighed softly as sleep overtook him, filling his head with flying brooms and cloaks that made one invisible.