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Goblins from Mordor and a History Lesson

Dave stared in awe, swiveling his head to get a look at the nearest stores. The small secluded alley was stuffed with witches and wizards, all doing various things. Children ran by the pair, and pressed their noses to glass, shouting in delight. The sorcerer peeked from a behind and saw what they looking at, a broomstick. Great, broomsticks, motorcycles, and steel eagles. All can fly, what next? A car? Thought the Prime Merlinian sourly, but he had a small thoughtful smile on his face.

"This is where yer'll head first. Flourish and Blotts. Gotta get ye books." Hagrid gestured to a somewhat crowded store. The giant retrieved a piece of parchment from his pocket, handing it to David. "Best I give ye this now, yer list of what-nots." Hagrid grinned and gestured for David to open the letter.

Dave looked at the letter, then at Hagrid.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes(black)

2. One plain pointed hat(black) for day wear

3. One pair of protected gloves(dragonhide 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:

Standard Book of Spells (Grade 6) by Miranda Goshawk

Advanced Guide to Tranfiguration by Emeric Switch

Detailed Guide to Magical Plants by Nyla Knutch

Advanced Potion-Making by Libatius Borage

Advanced Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

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

"Soooo..." David began, he looked up at Hagrid. "We have to get all this stuff? How much—I mean what am I going to use—American dollars?" Dave stuttered, wondering if wizards used American currency.

"Nah, ye school gave us some money to exchange. Yer'll be able to get some good school clothes." Hagrid clapped David on the shoulder and led the young man through the alley. "Just to warn ye, goblins are not friendly here in England.."

"Wha—" David began as they went through the doors of Gringotts. He noticed the creatures everywhere. "Boy, I hope these didn't come from Mordor." Dave whispered to himself, but a passing by goblin heard him. He gave David a nasty grin.

"And what be if we did come from Mordor? Care to taste blood, my brothers!" The goblin smirked nastily at David, as the human shrank a bit.

Hagrid clapped David again on the shoulder. "Don't ye worry. These goblins are more or less tamed." Hagrid muttered.

They approached the front desk, it was about five feet taller than David. And about a inch taller than Hagrid. The goblin sitting at the high desk, he glared down at David. His face contorted in a nasty grin, his beady eyes shining in pleasure at the young mans fear.

"And what brings you two here on a fine day?" He said politely, despite the rude face he was making.

"Um, right. We gotta-er-exchange this here American money, into wizard money." Hagrid said uncomfortably. He pulled out a envelope full of twenty dollar bills.

Good ole' Balthazar! Guess he does have a heart, spotting me the cash for school supplies. Dave thought, grinning cheekily to himself.

"Mm." The goblin snatched the envelope from Hagrids large hands. He started to count the money in front of the pair. "Mm, $550. That will make out to..." He counted on his long fingers. "137 Galleons and 5 Sickles." The goblin concluded, hiding the American money in a drawer. He took out a sack. "We'll fill this up with the designated amount."

David looked around the bank while he waited for the goblin to get the Galleons and Sickles...as the wizards call them. He noticed goblins weighing gold, and sorts. His eyes glowed in amazement at the organization of the wizards.

"Sirs." The goblin called from above. He dropped a bag full of coins that clinked onto the desk. "Your money. Do have a lovely day." Dave thought that the goblin sounded forced to say the positive.

The two exited Gringotts bank with the money in hand. He looked around the alley, wondering which store to enter first. Maybe the Apothecary, or maybe Madam Malkin's? It seemed though, that Hagrid had a different idea for directions. He steered Dave towards Flourish and Blotts, which was now less crowded than before. David looked at the list, trying to see the titles on the array of shelves.

"Over here." Hagrid pointed to a clerk, who was looking at lists and directing people to books. David followed Hagrid and headed towards the clerk.

It took about five minutes after the clerk looked at the list. He had directed the pair to where the books for sixth year Hogwarts students, and to check out. So far, they had spent 25 Galleons and 6 Knuts. Dave knew that he was going to have to read through some of these books, plus he had his Encantus to read...Yeah, like he'll ever open that thing.

They went to Madam Malkin's to get David's robes for school. Of course, Miss Malkin asked a lot of questions. "Why, on earth, are you starting fresh?" She had asked. Of course, David didn't have a good answer. Luckily, Hagrid caught Dave's unease and rescued him.

"Aye, he got ahold of money and wanted some nice robes." Hagrid winked at the sorcerer's apprentice. Though, Hagrid had no idea of what David is, really. He thought Dave was just a exchange student, someone Dumbledore saw great potential in. Hagrid did not question Dumbledore, often.

David was fitted within an half-hour. The two soon went to the Apothecary, and got some potions supplies. And then to the other stores, of course they stopped for a snack halfway through. Soon, their was only one thing left to get. And Dave had been dreading this moment all day.

The two entered the musty store. Dave swatted away some dust clouds that floated around. Hagrid sat down in a chair, it moaned under his weight. David wondered if the chair will collapse anytime soon. "And, what brings you here, Mr. Stutler? A wand, perhaps?" A odd voice erupted from behind the desk in the middle of the shop. "Yes, a strange case you will be. Now, this way."

A white-haired man appeared. He wobbled to the back, full of boxes that were long and contained many wands. No two were the same, just as the sign said. He muttered as he lead the way. "Strange case you will be." Dave took one look back at Hagrid, who shrugged. He followed the old wand-maker into the back.

Once out of earshot, in the back room. Which was rarely used, and stuffy. Mr. Ollivander rounded on David. "So, young sorcerer...we need to get you a wand. Hard that will be, yes, yes." Mr. Ollivander rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Dave looked amazed, that the old wizard would know what he was.

"I know many things about you David. The Prime Merlinian, a big deal for someone so young. Then again, Merlin was said to have his fate en-trusted on him at birth" He said in a ominous voice. David shivered, a sudden cold draft had erupted from the rafters. But still, it was freaky.

"How will I get a wand?" David asked, the stupidest question in Mr. Ollivander's opinion.

"The wand chooses the wizard, or in this case, the sorcerer." Mr. Ollivander snapped at David, startling the sorcerer. "I know that you usually generate your powers through your ring, or hands. But, we can find you a special wand. Specially made wand for sorcerers who want to join the wizarding lifestyle, under their own risks."

"Own risks?" Dave asked stupidly.

"My boy! Don't you read your Encantus?" Mr. Ollivander seemed thoroughly surprised.

"I should read that book." Dave said reluctantly. Sighing heavily. "No, I peek at my Encantus but I've never read it."

"Well, sorcerers were kicked out of the wizarding world. Outcasts, they became. The Ministry was jealous, because sorcerers were more powerful than us wizards. There was one problem, the sorcerers were not the most organized people. More intent on doing good or evil, each sorcerer with a purpose. None had the purpose to create a government for the sorcerers. So, they remained rural outcasts, and eventually collapsed and went into hiding. So, except for those Morganians and the Prime Merlianian. No sorcerer has been seen, since." Mr. Ollivander explained to the Prime Merlinian. "Your purpose is to stop Maxim Horvath, for good."

"How—" David was shocked when Mr. Ollivander withdrew from a cupboard, a Encantus.

"You're-you're a sorcerer?"

"No, no! I'm a wizard!" Mr. Ollivander winked at David. "Now, try this wand." He handed David a black wand. "These wands are specially made, they have a gem in the center and are hollow. They can generate your magic out into the open. Just like a wizard. Though, magical spells won't work. The same process, clear your mind. Yes?" Mr. Ollivander looked at David. "Give it a wave!"

Startled, David waved the wand around. Willing fire to come from its center. Before he knew it, the chandelier was lit up. And the room was flickering with light.

"Good, good! A rare English oak wand. My only English oak wand made for sorcerers, anyhow. Yes, it has I believe a emerald is embedded in its center. Is that the gemstone in Merlin's dragon ring?"

"Ye-yeah." David stuttered, shocked.

"Good, good. You may go." Mr. Ollivander snatched the wand and shooed David out of the room.

Dave found Hagrid waiting patiently on the same chair as before. "How'd it go?" He asked after he saw David. Dave just nodded in response, shocked after hearing a bit of sorcerer's history.

"An English oak wand, with a phoenix feather core." Mr. Ollivander appeared from behind. David's new wand was packed in a little petite box. "Here you go. Seven Galleons, please." He offered his hand to David, who counted seven Galleons into the old wizards hand. "Thanks. Come again David!" Mr. Ollivander waved them off.

"David, I gotta go. Some business to do. Anywho. Your train leaves in three weeks, you will be driven there with a couple O' friends of mine. Don't ye worry, you'll be staying at the Leaky Cauldron for the time being. Bye there David!" Hagrid waved to David, one last goodbye.

David trudged back to the Leaky Cauldron. The bartender directed him to his temporarily room, and the Prime Merlinian collapsed on his bed. Exhausted and relieved. He had three weeks before he enters Hogwarts. But for now, David Stutler must maintain his identity as a wizard. If anyone knew he was a sorcerer, horrible things might happen to the Prime Merlinian. Who knows how the Ministry will feel about the most powerful sorcerer being in their grasp?

Dave drifted to sleep, ignoring the call for dinner.

A/N: Reviews will motivate me to make long chapters like this one. Just a hint. Review please! It is getting intresting, especially since the Harry Potter gang will enter stage right in the next chapter. (Chapter edited on 1/8/2013)