A/N: So you know, this takes place during the summer after the 4th book! Sorry I don't put that in!

She didn't say anything. She just stared at the boy. She didn't mean to, she knew it was rude, but she couldn't help it. Harry Potter…he had slightly long, dark hair. He had those glasses he apparently famous for, but not as famous at that scar…that lightning-bolt scar…

He was with two other people…a really pretty girl with light-brownish hair and a tall redhead boy. They were laughing and having a good time with each other. Brooklyn was amazed…it was Harry Potter! That famous kid from the paper! He was…normal. Like, a normal teenager.

They swept passed her like she was invisible. She just clutched her handbag and watched them. She got nervous. The papers said he was crazy…literally. She didn't want to talk to him…not yet, anyway. Once they walked far enough away, she walked into Ollivander's.

Okay, she thought. Let's try a few wands…

An old, wrinkled, disheveled man stood at the counter. It was a slightly dusty, crammed little shop. The man had a twinkle in his eyes and a really welcoming smile. He did seem a little odd, though, with his messy slightly gray hair and all.

He gave Brooklyn a big smile. "Hello miss, and welcome to Ollivander's! Can I help you?"

"Uh…sure…I need to find a…a wand." She stuttered.

"A wand? Aren't you a little old to be finding your first wand?" He asked her.

"Yeah…turns out I just found out…my parents were really strict." She choked. What a lie.

"I see…well, no harm done. Let's get you a wand!" He pulled out a box from one of the long, crowded shelves behind him. He opened it and pulled out a dark brown wand. Brooklyn just stared at it, forgetting why she was here.

"Dark Willow. 11 inches, with a dragon heartstring."

She nodded her head and took it, staring at it even more.

"Uh…flick it?" He asked.

She did so, and nothing happened. She tried again, and still nothing. She gave it a hard thrust forward and waited. Nothing.

"Quite odd, yes…usually something just breaks." He said almost to himself. Ollivander put it back in the box and got out another. This one was a dark red, almost maroon.

"Mahogany. 10 and a half inches. Phoenix tail feather."

She flicked it again once it was in her grasp. Still nothing.

Ollivander took it back and chuckled. "You sure you're a witch?" He laughed.

"Well, actually, not really." She said back.

He turned around fast and faced her. "I was joking."

"Oh…er…well, I better be going." Brooklyn said, heading for the door.

"Wait! What do you mean, 'not really'?"

She fastened her pace to a run.