Lucius walked into Olivanders first and I walked in behind him, Draco and his mother went to the train station to put out suit cases on the train.
"is this were I get my wand?"
"yes Rathard, is is," he answered, all his answered seemed t be forced, the man behind the till looked and looked shocked,.
"I could recognise those eyes anywhere," he said in a panicked voice
"Rathard this is Olivander, Rathard is looking for a wand" Lucius said, I smiled at Olivander
"I thought his existence was a myth!" he whispered to Lucius
"obviously its not, now the wand Olivander,"
"yes, yes, erm come here boy, I think I know what wand will suit you most," I walked up to the counter while he got a wand out and gave it to me. Lucius and Olivander seemed like they was waiting for something as I picked up the wand. I flicked the wand but nothing happened, Lucius and Olivader looked surprised
"what's wrong?" I asked
"it strikes me as… strange that this wand is not yours, it was your fathers," Olivander said, I looked back and Lucius who was looking at me. I threw the wand back in the box.
"well I'm going to need another one then," I felt… I felt hurt in away that my fathers wand did not work in my hand, Olivander passed me my second wand and a green electrical surge went up it.
"this feels right," I said, Olivander looked stunned by the green electric that travelled up the wand.
"yes, it seems that's is the wand for you," Olivander said, as we were leaving the shop Olivander didn't seem to stop his staring at me.
"Lucius… people seem wary of my in this world, why? Why did Olivander think I was a myth?" I asked
"Not a clue," he said he we walked to the train station
The tabby cat Lucius got me purred in my lap as I sat in a train booth with Draco I watched while he waved his parents goodbye, I wish someone was there to wave me goodbye. I looked at my reflection in the window and saw how I looked in my robes, it was cool to feel apart of something. Maybe this is what I have been waiting for, maybe this will help me discover my past, who I am.
"how long is the journey to Hogwarts?" I asked Draco
"about two and a half hours, which means we have thirty minuets left," he answered, the journey seems to be longer, we didn't talk a lot he seemed shy or scared.
"I'm going for a walk, I wont be long," I told a Draco, I thought I would have walk down the train see if there were any first years like me. Not more then 10 booths away from me was a girl, a ginger boy, and a boy with a lightening scare on his head. I felt like someone hit me in the chest when I saw the boy with the scare, and I heard a whisper in my head 'its him'.
"Excuse me, are you all first years?" I asked
"yes we -" I cut there girl off
"what's your name?" I asked the boy with round glasses on
"mine? Its Harry, Harry Potter," I knew who he was then, he was the person responsible for my fathers death. I closed the door and walked back to my booth.
"Who is Harry Potter and how did he hurt my dad?" I asked Draco
"I'm surprised the muggle world hasn't even heard the story, he is 'the boy who loved'," Draco said in a girly voice
"what did he live though?" I asked
"I'm supposed to let you find out your-" I grabbed Draco's hand
"Draco please,"
"your dad was, he was someone who the wizarding world feared, my dad was one of his… followers, he was called a death eater, There is one curse no one lives though not once, and Harry Potter got struck by the curse and not look, he is still here, only with a scare,"
"why didn't he die?" I asked
"that's the question everyone asks"
"so where's my dad?"
"dead, you will find out more, once you get to Hogwarts you will almost be as famous as Harry Potter himself," Draco said
I thought to myself its not Harry Potter who killed my father is was… a back fire?