Alia dragged Fena to the nearest shop, her eyes wide like saucers the whole time. Although it was merely a shop full of little trinkets, Alia couldn't seem to get enough of it. If it weren't for Fena's forceful suggestions, she would have bought the whole store. Finally after an hour, she was pulled from the store and put back at the task of getting the things she needed. Alia pouted the whole way out of the shop and down the street until she was brought back to happiness by realizing she would be going into a REAL wand store! The sign outside read 'Ollivander's Wands: Making Wands Since 456 A.D.'
Alia went into the shop with a surprised look on her face while Fena muttered that things were much different here than in America. Almost the second she stepped foot into the shady lobby of the place, an old man with wild hair and spectacles appeared behind the counter.
"Why hello there! Come in, come in!" he said, his voice welcoming and loud. He seemed to have his wand sticking out of his coat pocket and a ladder hooked to the large shelves behind him.
Both of them approached the counter and before Alia could even tell him the reason for her visit, he was already on the ladder and sailing down an isle.
"You look a little too old for this to be your first wand Miss," he commented, counting up the shelf as he searched the boxes.
Alia nodded, looking down in surprise as she noticed a tape measure was measuring out her right arm. "I…um…broke my first one a little while ago. It was a mail order wand, the finest one from WindleWands Inc," she said back to him, but was brushed off by the sweep of his hand, as was the measure, which flew to him to show the results of the measure.
"Bad choice. Mail order wands never work out. No wonder it fell apart. Ah, here we are," he said, siding his ladder back and jumping off of it to place a long box on the counter. He opened it and pulled out a dark colored wand. "Here. Nine inches, oak, unicorn hair. Try it out."
She grasped the wand in her right hand and gave it a little flick. Something in the back made a loud boom sound followed by a crash. Alia squeaked in surprise, dropping the wand back onto the counter like it was a burning rod. "S-sorry," she muttered.
"No need to be sorry. Obviously it wasn't the right one," he said cheerfully, taking it away and picking back through the shelves. Although searching intently for another wand, he kept peering over at her. "What did you say your name was, young lady?"
"Oh, I didn't," she said, still looking a little shaken. "I'm Alia. Alia Silversin."
This answer didn't seem to satisfy the man, but he took less glances in her direction. "I remember both of your," he paused for a moment before continuing, "parents' wands. Your mother's was nine and a half inches, stiff, oak. Your father was ten and three quarters, bendy, fir. Good wands." He took another strange look at her before muttering something to himself and disappearing into the very back room.
Alia found she really didn't feel comfortable in this shop anymore. Mr. Ollivander seemed a little…odd. It was like everything she said was being brushed off or silently questioned by him. Glancing down at her house elf, she found Fena seemed totally relaxed and was humming to herself.
When Mr. Ollivander returned, he had a look on his face that Alia couldn't exactly figure out. He placed a neat looking box on the counter and carefully pulled out another wand. "Holly and phoenix feather, nine and three quarters, smooth and springy," he said, handing the wand to her.
As soon as Alia grasped her fingers over it, she felt a little jolt go through her, which was instantly replaced by warmth. Without waiting for the command, she flicked the wand and colorful sparks shot from the end of it with a bang. Alia clapped loudly, holding her wand in her hand like a precious jewel. All the while, she never noticed that Mr. Ollivander was watching her with a curious look on his face. She merely thanked him, paid him, and left the store in an excited flurry before he could say anything to her.
Three hours and nearly ten shops later, both where laden down with packages. Alia had insisted on getting extra things that she proclaimed were 'necessary', like her color changing ink quill and the stone set that when looked into, seemed to hold a tiny galaxy. Her parents had already bought her a broomstick, one of the new Firebolt 200s. On the suggestion of Alia, they dropped their parcels off at the inn before going back to 'browse' the shops as Alia called it.
Through out the day, Alia found many people that she encountered acting as odd as Mr. Ollivander or at least staring at her. Getting an uncomfortable feeling again, she fled the shop she was in rather quickly without buying anything. Without noticing where she was going, she managed to slam right into another person, toppling down to the ground with them.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry I--," but she cut herself off as when she looked up, her dark green eyes met an identical pair of lighter green eyes. Something seemed to simmer at the surface of her mind, as though just out of reach, before disappearing completely. She seemed to continue to stare at the boy despite her manners or lack there of.
The boy stood up and brushed himself off then offered her hand. Now that he was above her, she could focus on his features better. Messy black hair, brilliant green eyes, circular glasses, scar on his forehead, ect. She was barely fazed by his appearance now, so she took the offered hand. Once standing she dusted herself off, muttering to a frantic house elf that she was fine.
The boy smiled slightly and held out his hand in greeting. "Hey. Sorry about all that. I probably wasn't watching where I was going. By the way, my name is Harry. Harry Potter," he said and then seemed to be waiting for something.
Alia continued to look completely unfazed. She took his hand lightly and shook it. "Alia. Alia Silversin," she replied with a smile. She saw partial shock register on his face for a moment.
"You mean THE Silversins? The one's who just donated nearly one million dollars to the Ministry?" he asked.
Alia blushed slightly and nodded. "Yea, that would be my dad. No big deal though," she said with a shrug. Rethinking that, she gasped. "Oh no, I didn't mean to sound snobbish, because I'm not. I don't mean to be. I meant it has no big deal to do with me, because I don't like being known only for money and I really didn't want you to think that, and—oh I'm babbling now. Sorry."
Harry seemed to just laugh and shake his head. "No worries. I'm meeting my friends down in the ice cream place, want to join us?" he offered. Something about her just made him want her around.
Alia looked positively ecstatic about the idea and it only took a few moments of begging Fena before she was allowed to go. Harry seemed to give Fena an odd look. When Alia asked about it, he just shrugged and smiled widely. "Nothing. Just wait till Hermione sees you own a house elf."
A/N: YAY! Done. This was a hard chapter to write, being as I had to refer back to the HP books a lot for the Ollivanders part. So the siblings meet, unbeknownst to each other who they are. MUAHAHAHA! Please review!