Chapter 4:

Hey, here I am again. Now that I'm Hagrid free and back in the safety of my cupboard, I can talk to you.

Now that I have time and knowledge to think thoroughly about it, I have to concede to Dumbledore on his brilliant choice of a rescuer. Hagrid was the best choice as he proved it on the trip to London. First, he is not observant at all. Second, he is loyal to Dumbledore through and through. Third, he is prejudiced against Dark magic, slytherin … he really believes what he speaks of. Forth he is nice, honest, and short tempered. Fifth, his leaking information is easily ignored as his big mouth and no plot behind it, none at all. Sixth, he has a very limited knowledge about my parents and their deaths.

Today Hagrid and I had a very busy day.

First, we went to London. Then off we go to the Diagon Alley. It was very amazing. Then Dumbledore did something that I didn't expect. I got the key of my trust fund vault. Anyway, after withdrawing that Hagrid suspiciously didn't allow me to withdraw much money. Just enough money that by the end of shopping, my moneybag was nearly empty; we went it a high security vault and Hagrid took a very small package for Dumbledore that he didn't want me to know about it. That action alone was a very bad sign. It made me both curious and suspicious. Why would Dumbledore want me curious about something and why would he even think it would work at all? I can't think of anything that would have made Mrs. Figg to report me as nosy person. I know I am nosy and can't keep my mind on my own business but how the hell does he? It seems Dumbledore doesn't trust his own agents. It can make my work easier and harder at the same time. Well, it is as good as it gets.

Anyway, then we want to buy the thing that was on the school list. The way that Hagrid watched over me made me believe that Dumbledore can play people, pull the necessary strings easily enough, and get the perfect reactions he wants. It was okay for Hagrid to let me buy my robs alone but for buying books he picked them for me without considering buying even one extra book, even Hagwarts: the history.

Anyway, after buying everything from books to robes, the last shop was Ollivanders: maker of the fine wands since 382 BC.

But before buying my wand Hagrid did complete his job and give me the legendary speech of slytherins are evil and you shouldn't be one or even trust one. In the other words, the Boss wanted to send me into this new world ignorant but prejudiced. After Hagrid told me his version of slytherin and evil, I was speechless. He truly believed not to trust slytherin based on their house that they have been chosen for at eleven years old. It was sad to see with my own eyes what has become of the wizarding world, the world that Merlin had built with so much effort and bloodshed. It has become the wizarding-prejudiced world. It was a culture going to waste based on a fight between to wizard at least a thousand years ago. Such a shame.

Anyway, finding my wand was truly exiting and wonderful. Mr. Ollivander after explaining, every wand that he could relate directly to me, started measuring me in everywhere of my body that can have measure to be measured. Then he started to give me almost every wand in his shop to examine. It took an hour. I was very nervous and became more nervous with every second that passed. Finally, he said "why not?", left to back of the shop, and brought a very dusty box of wand.

"Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple, an unusual combination." He said and gave the wand to me.

And I felt the most wonderful and amazing feeling that I have ever felt. It was the security and warmth of a being held in someone's arms, someone that you love and trust. It was the feeling of never being alone anymore. Even though I didn't know this feelings or from where I knew them. I just knew from now on I can depend on this wand even if I cannot depend on myself. When I gave a swish to the wand, a stream of green and red sparks shot from the end like a firework. I could easily extinguish those colors of my mother's hair and eyes. If anything could have given blessing to that wand, it was those colors.

"Curious … curious" Mr. Ollivander said while wrapped My wand into a brown paper. Finally I lost my patient, and asked him what is curious and he told me that my wand is brother to Voldemort's wand. If I wasn't so sure of my wand fitting truly to me because of me and no outside and unwanted forces, I would have bet anything that its Dumbledore's doing.

Right now I cannot think and analysis it, but I should, soon, very soon…

Anyway, after that stunt Ollivander put me through, I was more than ready to go back to the Dursleys. I had enough of adventure for one day. And the wards were calling me back.

I had more planning and thinking to do. I had too many thought on my mind that I was looking forwards to my peaceful cupboard. Now that I have told you the events and reviewed them for myself I can start my plotting. I need a trip to London. but how?