Book 1: Swords and Wands: The Chamber of Secrets
Summary: The Seven are sent back in time, deaged, become witches and wizards, and get to attend Hogwarts in Harry Potter's second year. Mission: Help Harry Potter in the fight against Voldemort. Problem: They are a bunch of eleven-year- olds. How long will they have to stay at the school of witchcraft and wizardry? Is there more to their mission then what it seems?
NOTE: This chapter used (book) Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (I'm American) as a reference and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets as another reference. I also used Pottermore for the wand information. The Gringotts scene is very close to the first book scene because it also their first time there.
This chapter is super long (nine pages) so I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO, HOO, or HP and I never will. I don't own the list of first year supplies (and some of second year supplies) either.
Chapter 3: Cloaks, Wands, and Goblins, Oh My!
"Are you sure this is right?"
Piper voiced her worries. Leo stared at the brick wall, looking for the right brick. Coach Hedge stared at the wall for a second.
"Can I kick it?" He asked.
"No, Coach Hedge, only magic can get us to the wizarding world." Annabeth said from her spot next to Percy. Leo kept studying the wall before he knocked on a brick three up and two across. He did this three times.
The brick shook and wriggled in the middle until a small hole appeared. It started to grow wider and wider until a large archway stood that led to a cobbled street that seemed to be of twist and turns out of sight.
"Welcome," Leo announced loudly. "to Diagon Alley my friends, that will be five dollars, thank you, thank you."
They stepped pass the archway. Behind them, the archway shrunk until it was a brick wall again. The sun shone, bright in the sky. There were cauldrons outside the closest shop.
Annabeth looked down to her list.
'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Uniform
First-year students will require.
1. Three sets of plain work robes
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
Course Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
By Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
By Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
By Newt Scamander
Break with a Banshee
By Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding with Ghouls
By Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags
By Gilderoy Lockhart
Travels with Trolls
By Gilderoy Lockhart
Voyages with Vampires
By Gilderoy Lockhart
Wanderings with Werewolves
By Gilderoy Lockhart
Year with the Yeti
By Gilderoy Lockart
Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS'
"Whoever this Lockhart guy is, he seems to take up half of our list." Percy complained.
"First stop, Gringotts." Annabeth said, ignoring her whiny boyfriend.
They passed many shops: shops with owls, shops with broomsticks, shops selling robes, shops selling silver instruments, potion supplies with bat spleens to eels' eyes, books upon books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles…
Gringotts was at the end of the street. It was a big snowy white building that towered over every other shop. Next to the bronze doors were what Annabeth guessed to be goblins wearing scarlet and gold uniforms. They walked up the white stone steps toward them. The Goblins bowed to them as they walked past him and then inside.
A second pair of doors, which Percy felt that they were rather unnecessary, stood in front of them. These doors were silver with words engraved on them.
'Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors,
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.'
"A big ominous, don't you think." Leo commented mildly. The other demigods nodded in turn. Coach Hedge just grinned at the thought.
Another pair of goblins bowed to them through the silver doors and then they had reached a complete marble hall. More and more goblins were sitting on high stools behind long counters, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were doors upon doors leading down the hall where goblins were showing people in and out of them. Their little group took a step forward to the counter.
The goblin looked at Coach Hedge expectantly. He was in for quite a surprise when one of the little girls talked instead.
"We are here to take money out of Hedge's safe." Annabeth said. The goblin looked down at her with an amused expression.
"And I suppose you have the key, ma'am?" The goblin asked.
Annabeth took off her necklace and unclasped it before sliding the key off. She handed the golden key to the goblin.
"That seems correct." The goblin nodded "Very well, I will have someone take you down to your vault. Frisp!"
Frisp was a different goblin. They followed him toward one of the doors leading down the long hall. Frisp held open their door. Unlike the marble on the inside, it was a narrow passageway lit with flaming torches, reminding those who have traveled in the tunnel that led to Camp Jupiter of that very place. It sloped downward where they had little railway tracks on the floor. Frisp whistled. A small cart came towards them from up the tracks. They climbed in, the nine of them crammed together. Then the cart was off.
The cart kept on going and going through the cold tunnel, past an underground lake, huge stalactite and stalagmites, among other things. Annabeth appreciated the architecture and effect this place gave. It would stop anybody from robbing it. Leo looked down at the track, wondering when they put it place and how. Hazel looked slightly sick, turning a shade of green. Percy closed his eyes and shrunk in on himself, feeling sick too. Jason eyed the cavern, praying nothing would fall on them. Frank comforted Hazel. Coach Hedge kept on asking the goblin questions ("Do you guys have professional fighting styles?") Piper looked at the back of the cart, watching everything go by.
When the cart finally stopped, they all piled out, Hazel first. Frisp unlocked the door. Inside were piles of gold coins that filled up the back half of the vault. The front half was filled up a mixture of bronze coins and gold and silvers ones. There was only a thin path you could walk through that could barely fit one person.
"The gods went all out." Jason muttered. "Again." He added as he picked up a golden coin and studied it.
"From what I remember, the gold ones are Galleons. Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle." Annabeth listed off as she started filling a bag with quite a few coins, barely making a dent into the pile. "That should be enough for seven students and then some." She smiled.
Everybody took a step back from the vault as Annabeth left and then Frisp closed. They piled back into the cart, not before Hazel could leave a request.
"Can we go just a bit slower?" She held up her hand with centimeter apart from her thumb and her ring finger. The goblin just smiled at her (not a good smile either) and shrugged.
"It's a one speed only vehicle."
With those words they went through another wild cart ride. The eight of them blinked at the sunlight outside. They didn't know where to go first, but Annabeth seemed to have an idea.
"Let's get out robes first." She led them to a shop called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. The others had no choice but to follow her.
Madam Malkin was a squat, old witch wearing entirely mauve robes. She had a warm smile that seemed contagious. She automatically knew they were Hogwarts students. Her shop didn't have any business at the moment, so all seven of them were piled on their own stools and getting fitted.
"Where is everybody?" Percy asked.
Annabeth lightly slapped him on the back of the head.
"Ow." He glared at her a she rubbed his head.
"Oh, don't worry, dear. Tomorrow is the day most Hogwarts students will be shopping. Gilderoy Lockhart will be signing books at Flourish and Botts!" She giggled as she was working on the bottom of Jason's robe.
"That author that takes up half of our shopping list?" Jason asked.
"You don't know who Gilderoy Lockhart is?" Madam Malkin gasped, sitting up.
"We're kind of new to this whole wizard thing." Percy told her.
"He's only the most famous authors in the wizarding world." She continued her work. "He is also your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year."
Silence reined until Madam Malkin gathered enough courage to bring up the topic. "I'm not used to Americans going to Hogwarts."
"Our parents kind of sent us here. Get us some real wizard experience. Hogwarts is the best school, apparently." Annabeth commented easily.
Madam Malkin hummed in agreement.
The rest of the conversation was silent until she finished up. "See you 'gain, my dears." They left the shop quite happier then they were earlier. Next: quills, parchment and ink.
They each bought a quill, one of the standard ones. They got the needed parchment. They also grabbed the normal ink, but Percy also grabbed ink that turns blue when you write and Hazel and Piper fell in love with the one that changes color as you write.
Next stop was Flourish and Blotts. Just as Madam Malkin had said, there was a moving sign on the window that advertised how Gilderoy Lockhart was having a book signing tomorrow. They spent half an hour there. They got the books they needed and each got a copy of Hogwarts: A History, like what was requested of them but Annabeth decided to get a lot more books, Jason got a book all about Quidditch, Leo got a book of wizard inventions, and Percy got a book of magical sea creatures. When they put their big pile of books on counter, the owner eyes went wide. They were glad they had grabbed a cart to hold their things because they didn't have enough hands-or body strength yet-to carry all those books, quills, inks, parchments, and robes.
They each got their own pewter cauldron, a nice set of scales, and a brass telescope that could collapse if you wanted it too. They added that to their pile. They checked out the Quidditch shop (where Annabeth promised Jason they would get him a broom if he still wanted one next year).
They then went to the pet shop and decided on the pets they wanted. Percy decided on this big grey and dark blue tabby cat with big green eyes that purred whenever Percy passed it. Jason wanted an owl so he got a tawny owl. Piper got a completely sky blue cat with green eyes and a huge stomach. Hazel found a bejeweled tortoise, and besides it not being on the list, decided she would send a letter to Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore for permission. Annabeth, obviously, got an owl. All the owls automatically loved her when she walked in. She decided on a little barn owl. Frank followed her lead. Leo decided he wanted a screech owl.
Finally, they needed a wand. They headed to the last shop that seemed to look rather shabby. Faded gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Find Wands since 382 B.C. One wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
A bell rang as they stepped inside. The place had a library feel to it. Neat and narrow boxes were stacked up to the ceiling. Dust filled the air giving the place an old feel to it, as if there was magic hidden in the air.
"Good afternoon," a soft voice spoke up. The seven of them jumped. Coach Hedge just made a face. An old man stood before them with wide, pale eyes that shone like moons.
"Hello." Percy replied awkwardly, standing for all of his friends.
"Seven of you, what a big group." The man, who must have been Ollivander, looked between all of them.
Jason awkwardly laughed.
"Who wants to go first?"
Nobody volunteered. Finally, Ollivander just gestured to Piper and she silently shuffled over to him, looking quite nervous.
"Wand arm, please." Ollivander brought out a long tape measure with silver markings. Piper looked between her arms and then back to him. "The arm you write with." He tried again.
She held out the arm that was requested. He measured her from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round her head. As he did, he told them all about wands.
"Every wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, you understand? Us, Ollivanders, use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And, as expected, you will never get better results with another wizard's wand."
Piper looked at her nose as the tape measure was measuring. Ollivander was taking down boxes and then putting them back and then repeating the process. Finally he had enough boxes to fill a cart on the desk.
"That will do." The tape measure fell to the floor. "Right, here you go, go ahead. This one is Alder and unicorn hair. Twelve inches. Bouncy." She waved it, but he snatched it out of her hand, before handing her another one.
"Cedar and unicorn hair. Nine inches. Flexible." Before Piper could wave it, he took it back.
They repeated this process until all the wands were failed. No more boxes were on the table waiting to be tried. Finally, Ollivander's eyes lit up. He went under his desk and pulled a box out. It was different then the others, unlike their boxes it was complete leather.
He opened it. Inside laid a beautiful wand that was rather long. "Somebody brought this in years ago, said I would need it for a particular student." He looked at Piper and then held the wand up. "Willow and the core is Veela hair. We Ollivanders don't use Veela hair; it makes quite a temperamental wand, but with the right owner well- fourteen inches, light, try it out."
Piper felt warm as she grabbed it, she waved it and out shot different shades of blue sparks. The others cheered .Ollivander smiled as he took it back and gently put it in its box.
"Willow wood is one of the most common woods to be asked for. But I find my willow wands choose those with the greatest potential and more to learn. There is a proverb in my family that is he who has the furthest to travel will go faster with willow." Piper blushed as she paid seven gold Galleons and took a step back with her new box.
The process repeated over with each person until every little demigod had their own wand. Percy ended up with an English Oak with dragon heart string, slightly whippy, fourteen inches ("Dragon heart core is known for producing wand with the most flamboyant and powerful spells. They tend to learn quickly and will bond strongly with its owner. I find that English Oak wands tend to choose owners who have strength, courage, and fidelity.")
Jason ended up with fir, dragon heart string, rigid, fourteen inches. ("My august grandfather always called wands of fir 'the survivor's wand'. This wood produces wands that demand staying power and strength of purpose in their true owner and are poor tools in indecisive people. This wand is great for Transfiguration, though.")
Annabeth got vine wood, dragon heart string, slightly flexible, 11 inches. She didn't have to try hard, the minute the box was touched by Ollivander on the shelf, it started shaking and emitting colors from inside the box. ("Did you know that vine wands are one of the least common types? I noticed that it chooses owners who are nearly always those who seek a greater purpose, have a vision beyond the ordinary, and frequently astound those who think they know them best.")
Hazel got hazel, unicorn hair, nice, 12 inches. ("Hazel for a hazel, huh? Be careful with this one, quite sensitive. Make sure to manage your feelings! But the positive aspect is that it is capable of outstanding magic!")
Frank got ash, dragon heart string, flexible, 10 inches. ("These wands go great with people who are not lightly swayed from their beliefs or purposes. They aren't ever crass or arrogant either.")
Leo got walnut, phoenix feather, springy, 14 inches ("You an inventor boy? This wand will go great for you. And a phoenix feather too? Quite good, I'd say! Just be careful, walnut wands will perform any task their owner wants.")
They left with all their supplies crossed off the list and decided to head to a snack shop and then head home. So far, being a wizard seemed a lot more fun then anybody ever claimed.
Elizabeth de Britannia: Thank you! Yep, I will definitely be going up to the Deathly Hallows.
LuLuLucian444: It's more like a trade: demigodness for magic. They can still fight due to doing just that for quite a while, but it's not going to help them much in the future. Would you bring a sword or dagger to a wand fight? You could but you wouldn't do much if you can't get close.
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