Draco: Yet again Nes's wishes of owning HP hasnt can true.
Nes: Damn you JKR I will one day own HP.
When she walked out, she found Hagrid waiting for her. When she spoke to him of Draco, he looked thoughtful before speaking.
"The Malfoy family are not too well looked upon by some."
"Why is that?" Hazel asked, curious.
"Well, when the dark lord was defeated, many wizards came forward and claimed that they had simply been under his control, although many people didn't believe them. Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, who was said to be one of Voldemort's closest servants, was one of them."
"I see…" Hazel said, thoughtful.
"Yes. Malfoy will most likely have many friends only in his own house. Anyone else will look at him badly."
Hazel nodded. "For me, though, I don't decide on whether to be someone's friend by what others think of them, it doesn't matter to me. I trust my own instincts, and so I judge by my own thoughts of people, you know? If someone doesn't like who I choose to be friends with, then so be it. It's my own choice."
Hagrid looked at her for a moment, and Hazel thought she might have said something wrong, until she saw him smile. "Nicely said Hazel. You got a pretty good head on those shoulder don't ya." Hazel just smiled at that. Their next stop was the shop just next door, which sold the normal supplies she'd need, Hazel picked up a cool dark green and silver quill which changed the ink to different colors as it wrote, the color depending on the user's mood. And then they stopped at a shop that was pure heaven for Hazel; it was called Flourish and Blotts, and sold books upon books. Unfortunately, though, Hagrid would only allow Hazel to buy two extra books other than her school books, though he wouldn't explain why. She chose with great happiness Creatures of Transylvania: True Stories of Lycans Who Changed History by Lupus Biddle and Jane Wright: How Vampires Blend in the Muggle World. After picking up Hazel's cauldron, Hagrid asked. "Why don't we take a rest and stop for lunch?" They headed back to the Leaky Cauldron, where they ordered two Shepard pies. As they ate, they sat there and talked, Hagrid explaining various things.
"Hagrid," she said after swallowing a bite. "May I ask you what Quidditch is?"
"Ah!" Hagrid answered. "Quidditch is very well known in the Wizarding world, it is our sport." He said proudly, puffing out his chest.
Hazel asked. "Is it played on broomsticks?" Hagrid nodded, and Hazel spoke again. "Well, then, I'll have to check out a book on it at the Hogwarts library. I'm curious about it!"
"You're right to be. Even in Hogwarts, it's important, and causes a lot of competition between the Houses."
Hazel looked perplexed. "Houses?"
Hagrid nodded. "Yes, Houses. You see, when students arrive into Hogwarts in their first year, they are all sorted into one of four houses; Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Gryffindor. How the students are sorted depends on their personality traits." They then finished eating their food.
"Well Hazel since it your birthday I want to get you something. How about an owl?"
"Hagrid you real don't.."
"Don't be silly i want to. So let's go." Hagrid interrupted Hazel. So about a half an hour later the two were leaving the Eeylops Owl Emporium. There had been so many owls to choose from. Hazel had selected a beautiful ebony-colored owl whose black feathers shone a dark blue in the light. Her eyes were a gorgeous sapphire blue. Hazel promptly decided that the owl's name would be Athena. As they walked out, Hazel stammered slightly as she thanked Hagrid. Lastly, Hazel found out, they would be stopping for her wand at a place called "Ollivanders". She wondered what kind of wand she'd be getting. When they walked in, Hagrid seated himself in the single chair in the room to wait, setting the owl cage down beside him. Hazel herself stood still in the middle of the room, waiting for the shop owner to make his appearance.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice from off to her side, making her jump, startled. She turned to see the source of the voice, an old man watching her with wide, pale eyes which shined like moons.
Hazel collected herself quickly. "Good afternoon," she said back to him, her tone polite.
"Ah yes," the man said. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Hazel Dursley." The man could obviously tell who she was just by looking at her. "It seems only yesterday that your mother and father were in here, buying their first wands. The wand that chooses the wizard or witch, of course."
Hazel, meanwhile, had wandered over to the sales counter, as something on it had caught her attention. "What is this?" she asked, gesturing to the large, beautiful silver-and-green father laying there.
A grieved look came over Mr. Ollivander's face. "Less than an hour ago, another student… Neville Longbottom, I think his name was… came in here to purchase his wand. He accidentally knocked over a stack of boxed wands and when he attempted to help me pick them up, one of them went under his foot. The wand promptly snapped but I was luckily able to save the core, this phoenix feather."
Before anyone could stop her, Hazel picked up the feather to admire its beauty. All three people in the room were surprised when the feather started glowing a luminous green color. Hazel looked concerned. "Ummm… was that supposed to happen?"
Mr. Ollivander looked surprised. "It seems that that core is meant for you, my dear. Unfortunately, I only have one empty wand right now… I'll be right back."
The old man hurried into the back room, returning a moment later holding a wand. "This wand is an experimental type… I came up with it only recently. It is meant to focus the energy you put into spells to strengthen them. Oak, thirteen inches." He handed it to Hazel, who set down the feather and took the wand carefully in her hands to examine. She noticed that there was a small crystal imbedded into its tip as she looked at it. "This…" She said, tapping the crystal very lightly, "is what focuses the spell energy, huh?" Mr. Ollivander nodded. Hazel noted that the wand felt warm in her grip. "Is it supposed to feel warm, sir?" she asked.
The old man smiled slightly. "Yes, when it is the wand meant for you. I'll be right back… give me a few minutes." He returned to the back room, taking the feather and wand with him, and returned about ten minutes later with the completed wand in his hands. "Take it and try giving it a wave."
Hazel twirled the wand in the air above her and was treated to a shower of green and silver sparks which rained down around her. Hagrid smiled and clapped as Mr. Ollivander cried out, "Oh, splendid! Yes, indeed very good. Well, how very curious." He put Hazel's new wand into a nice little black box and wrapped it in brown paper.
"Sir?" Hazel asked, perplexed. "May I ask what's so curious?"
Mr. Ollivander fixed Hazel with his pale stare. "That this wand would choose you instead of Marcus Potter. I remember every single wand I've ever sold. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather reacted so well to you, gave another feather – just one other. It is very curious that you were destined for this wand when its brother – why, its brother gave Marcus Potter his scar. Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the witch or wizard, remember. I think we must expect great things from you, Miss Dursley. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things – terrible, yes, but great."
Hazel shivered slightly. She paid for her wand and left the shop with Hagrid, bidding a polite goodbye to Mr. Ollivander. Outside, Hazel looked down at the wand package in her arms, her brow furrowed. Hagrid noticed her concern, and spoke, his voice soft. "I wouldn't worry about it now, Hazel."
"Yeah." Hazel snapped out of it. "Yes. I'll not concern myself with it just yet." Shortly after that, Hazel was returned to her home by Hagrid saying that he'd see her in couple days to take her to the station. The next couple days went like the rest of her days did.
"Hazel it is very important that you stick to your ticket." Hagrid said, seeing as he was the one that had to bring her to the train station, as he handed Hazel her ticket.
"Platform 9¾? There's no such thing is there Hagrid?" Hazel asked while she looked down at her ticket. "Hagrid?" She asked looking around for him. "Shit." Hazel then started to push the cart to look around for Platform 9¾.
"Selena do you know if there is such a thing as Platform 9¾?" Hazel whispered to the snake curled around her neck.
"I do not know mistress. But I'm sure that we will find our way to the train. Just keep your eyes and ears open."
"Ok." Now today she had put her hair in a low ponytail.
"This place is packed with muggles as always." A...big...women with red hair said, "Platform 9¾ this way." She yelled the last part to her five children.
"Mistress you should follow them, the red headed family. They know the way." Selena said. So Hazel decided to follow them.
"Percy, you first." The women said. Hazel was surprised to see the eldest looking child disappear in the wall between Platforms 9 and 10. Then the woman told one of the two twins to go. "Fred, you next."
"He's not Fred I am." One of the twins yelled.
"Honestly women and you call yourself our mother." The other twin said.
"Oh. Sorry George." The women said.
"I'm only joking. I am Fred." The boy known as Fred said while disappearing behind the wall with the one known as George right behind him. Then the last three disappeared behind the wall.
"I guess I just run through the wall then." Hazel said nervously while she started running towards the wall.
"Please dear god let us live!" Selena screamed as they ran through the wall. When they came all the way through the wall they was on a platform with a big black and red old steam train, it was beautiful.
"Oh, wow this is amazing." Hazel said while pushing her cart of luggage toward the train.
"I agree mistress never in my life have I ever seen something like this." When she got to the train she tried to lift her luggage up the stairs but couldn't do it. All she did was almost smash her foot in the process. "Hehe...Careful mistress wouldn't want to lose your foot."
"Oh shush Selena." Hazel said under her breath.
"Hey could you use some help there? I'll help you get your luggage in a compartment if you want." One of the red headed twins she saw earlier said. He was tall and kinda lackey, with freckles spread across his face with a pair of beautiful sky blue eyes.
"Oh. Thank you, sir." Hazel said as she walked into the train carrying Selena and Athena. The red head followed her while carrying her luggage. Hazel was looking for an empty compartment which wasn't as hard as she thought it would be because barely anyone was on the train yet. The compartments were bigger then she thought they would be. It had two big long black leather seats and a window with bag racks above the seats and a plain dark gray carpet floor.
"Ah. No thanks needed and you can call me Fred. No sir if you please I'm not that old. Beautiful snake and owl by the way. Whats their names?" Fred asked while putting her stuff up.
"Oh. Sorry. My names Hazel it's nice to meet you. Her name is Selena." Selena hissed suddenly. "She asked me to tell you that you have good taste in beauty and thank you for the compliment, and this is Athena."
"You can talk to snakes?"
"Yes. I actually set a python on my cousin Dudley once at the zoo on accident." Hazel said as she sheepishly scratched her left cheek.
"HAHA! Brilliant! Oh by the way nice to meet you too. That's a perfect name for beauties like them also. You know what, I like you. So if you ever need some help you can call me. Even if you're in Slytherin. Which I get the feeling you'll be put there or in Ravenclaw. More likely in Slytherin though I think."
"You think so?" Hazel asked while she put Athena's cage on the seat by the window.
"Yeah. So you got any brothers or sisters?" Fred asked as he sat down.
"No. What about you?" Hazel said as she sat down across from him with Selena wrap loosely around her neck.
"Yep. I have a twin brother named George. I have three older brothers called Bill, Charlie, and Percy. Then I have a younger brother, around your age named Ronald. Last but not least I have a younger sister, a year or two younger then you named Ginny ."
Hazel was shocked at this information. She had never known a family this big. "Wow! You have a big family."
"Yeah tell me about it. So you nervous?" Fred asked her as he leaned back into the seat with his arms crossed behind his head.
"A little bit. How do we get sorted its nothing to hard is it?"
"No its not hard at all. So don't worry about it. All you really have to do is put on the sorting hat and he'll do all the work." He said with a reassuring smile.
"So where were you sorted?"
Fred sat up quickly. "Gryffindor, but George and me were supposed to be sorted into Slytherin." He said while pointing his index finger towards the ceiling.
"Why are you in Gryffindor then?" Hazel asked while tilting her head to the left a little.
"Well it just wouldn't seem right to our family if one of the Weasleys were sorted in Slytherin." Fred shrugged his shoulders with his hands in the air, and went back to hes earlier position.
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Its not your fault. Well, I better be going or George will start to worry." Fred said as he scratched his head sheepishly, and stood up.
"Ok and thanks again for the help."
"No problem I'll see you around. Later." Fred smiled at her before he left and shut the door behind him.
"Later." About five minutes after she, Athena, and Selena got settled in, the compartment door opened and there stood Draco Malfoy, and two other dark haired boys one short and a little chubby with dark green eyes, the other was tall with a nice build with Hazel eyes, but they all were good looking all in their own way.
"Do you mind if we sit in here Hazel?" Draco asked.
Draco: Damn the red heads have showed up and y is she talking to him of all ppl.
Nes: Hey dont you be hatin on my Fred and because I want her to. So shut up and deal with it.
Draco: But...SMACK on his head
Nes: I said shut up...Well thats it for chapter 3.