A/N: Sorry this took so long, I've been really lazy. Thank you to everyone who reviewed so kindly as this is my first fanfiction.

Chapter 2

"Hello Mr. Potter," Ollivander said. "I've been waiting for you."

"You have?" Asked Harry.

"Yes," said Ollivander. "Now let's get to your wand. Oak, 131/2 inches, unicorn hair. Give it a wave."

As soon as Harry waved the wand Ollivander snatched it back.

"Next one!" said Ollivander. "Yew, 14 inches, dragon heartstring core."

As soon as Harry's hand touched the wand, it exploded. Harry stared at the broken wand in shock. Ollivander gaped at him.

"…That one I really didn't like your core." Ollivander mused, running a hand over his singed eyebrows. "Try this one instead. Holly, 11 inches, Phoenix core feather. This one should work."

As soon as Harry picked up the wand it began to spark like fireworks. "That's it!" Ollivander said, dodging sparks that threatened to light his hair on fire. "That'll be 17 galleons-now put that away before you burn my shop down."

"Too late," grumbled Professor McGonagall.

After Harry paid for the wand he and Professor McGonagall went to the owlery.

"Hello, we will like to buy an owl," said Professor McGonagall.

"Go ahead take this one and she will be of no price," said the shopkeeper, pointing to a snowy owl with black-tipped wings.

"Why?" asked Harry. The owl looked at him with curiosity, her yellow eyes narrowing as though sizing him up.

"Everyone who has bought her has returned her within a month," said the clerk. "She's a little high-strung."

As if on cue, the owl screeched and began flapping her wings.

"Shh, I don't think you're high-strung," Harry whispered. "I'll take her. And I will call you… Hedwig. How would you like that?"

Hedwig cooed softly and butted her head against Harry's outstretched hand. As Harry turned away, Hedwig's eyes started glowing green. Luckily for Hedwig, no one noticed.

Meanwhile, in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, a trinket of Dumbledore's began to glow green and smoke red.

I'm not going to question this. Dumbledore thought while sucking on a lemon drop.

Professor McGonagall returned Harry to the Dursley's that evening. Before she left, she handed him a ticket and told him to go to Kings Cross Station on September 1st.

The rest of the summer flew by. The Dursleys mostly avoided Harry and he was grateful for it. Then, on August 31st, Uncle Vernon barked at Harry to pack up because he was going to be dropped off at the train for his Freak School now.

At the station, Harry noticed his ticket said to go to Platform 9¾. He asked Uncle Vernon where Platform 9¾ was, to which he replied:

"They don't seem to have the one you're looking for, boy." With a cackle, Uncle Vernon drove off.

Will Hedwig's glowing eyes be explained?

Why didn't Hagrid pick up Harry in the last chapter?

You'll find out soon, hopefully, because I can't predict the future.