A/N: On we go to chapter 2 =D !!!!
Chapter 2
The sun's light was glittering off the shop windows. Looking forward, I could see the path before me covered in cobble stones – all catching the light due to the morning dew. Diagon Alley was the Wizarding shopping street in London. All the shops contained brightly colored displays in their front windows with objects that I had not even considered before today. At the far end of the street, in the opposite direction, was on old building built in like bricks known as Gringotts. It was the wizarding bank and my grandmother had accessed her wizarding account, something she hadn't done for decades, in order to pay for my school equipment.
"Nan!" I exclaimed, as we wondered in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron, for lunch, "Can you pick up my book please, I dropped it."
The woman turned and gave me a small smile as she lifted the book from the floor and added it to her own pile. Its title 'Hogwarts a history (Version two by Hermione Weasley)' flashed in the sunlight. My Nan's face continued to blaze with recognition after every shop we passed. This was understandable; she had been to Hogwarts herself once. However, since she and my parent's had gone into hiding they had never ventured here.
"Kirsty," she asked, "should we get you a wand next or after lunch?"
I shouted back a loud 'now please!' as we continued up the busy street. However, as we walked, I noticed a boarded up alley way.
"Where does that lead to?" I asked, curious about what could be hidden.
"My dear, that is Knockturn alley and you are never to enter it," she muttered, "It was a heaven for dark magic and the ministry closed it off after Voldemort was defeated."
I nodded. However, in the pit of my stomach, I had a strange feeling it wasn't as shut off as it seemed to be. It almost felt as if eyes followed my progress up the cobbled road. However, I pushed these feelings to the back of my mind – I was too excited about getting a wand!
"Here we are!" she announced cheerfully, pushing open a newly polished door.
She held it open for me as I also made my entrance. I was pleased to be able to drop my stuff down onto the floor, my arms were aching!
"Hello Mrs. Peterson," greeted a young voice.
"Marcus Ollivander?" questioned my Nan.
He nodded, "after my uncle died in the war I inherited the shop."
She also nodded, "Marcus, meet my granddaughter, Kirsty Peterson."
He flashed me grin, "here for a wand I presume?"
I smiled back, "yes sir, I'm starting Hogwarts in September!"
Before I knew what was happening I was being measured. The enchanted tape was just measuring the length of my feet when the owner clicked his fingers and it fell to the floor. The young man soon disappeared into the network of selves that filled most of the selves. Eventually, however, Mr. Ollivander moved out of the shadows of his store carrying a pile of colored boxes.
"These are our newest batch of wands," he explained as he placed the pile on his desk.
He handed me the first one and I waved it about a bit - though I found myself disappointed when nothing happened. We very quickly went though the batch of wands - to no avail. Soon I was waving wands that had been made about a hundred years ago.
The strangest thing was, the older the wand got the more compatible it seemed to be. When I eventually got through to a wand that had been made in the time of the great war of 1066, I had already made a complete mess of the man's store. I tried to apologize, but he seemed to relish in the challenge I presented him and informed me that there was no harm done.
Marcus sat in silence for a moment - contemplating something. He quickly told us to 'wait a minute' as he rushed to the back of the shop, out of sight.
"What do you think he's doing?" I asked my Nan.
She shrugged her shoulders and gestured to the silhouette of the man walking towards us, a long box cradled carefully in his arms. As he came into the light of the front of the store he gently placed the box onto his desk. His nimble fingers untied the red satin lace that held the box together. He then quickly opened the box to reveal a very long wand.
"15 inches," he explained, "Phoenix feather core and from around the time of the Hogwarts founders. It does have the Hogwarts crest on but we are not sure who it indeed belonged to."
He then gestured for me to take it.
Carefully, my tentative hand reached out to grip the wood. It felt warm under my finger tips and, after giving it a quick swish, a stream of sparks filled the wood. Smiling, the two adults clapped and cheered – glad that they had finally found success…
A/N: There's chapter three! I do appreciate that these chapters aren't particularly long, however, I believe that this will be the main format of the story. Sorry!