Hi! I can't wait to do the Sorting Ceremony, but I'm going to delay it as long as possible so more votes can get in! I hope I have more than just four people reading this, because then it would just be a waste of time. Okay, a good practice for schoolwork and literacy and stuff like that. Well, on with Chapter Four.

Chapter Four –Ollivander's & Train Rider

"Come on, Jack. Now we need to get a wand." said Alex. A wand. He grinned. The thing he had been looking forward to most. He looked around. There were many shops, but none seemed to be Ollivander's, which was mentioned on the slip of paper Alex was holding in his hand.

The two had accidentally walked into a pub, where they were almost trampled to death by drunks. Then Jack had wandered into Knockturn Alley, where she had freaked out and rushed into the arms of the only friendly- looking person there.

Finally they came to a small sign that read 'Ollivander's'. It was stuck to a small door which Jack had to squeeze through as though it was meant for midgets. A withering old man seemingly popped out of nowhere and began fussing over Alex. He handed him a thin stick.

"Here, try this wand. A mix of unicorn tail-hair and dragon heartstring, ten inches, elm. Stiff."

Alex waved it about, and three boxes exploded as if they were filled with explosives. The man, whom Alex had guessed was Ollivander, immediately snatched it away from him.

"No, no, definitely not!" He said. He didn't seem to mind the fact that three boxes of his wands had just exploded. He grabbed a different wand and shoved it into his hand. "Basilisk heartstring, an unusual core. Twelve inches. Somewhat flexible. Rowan."

Alex waved that wand. The windows shattered. Ollivander still didn't react, unless you counted the wand practically vanishing from his hand. Then Ollivander reached up to a small box on the top of a high shelf. He hesitated. But then, deciding it would be better, he picked up the box and slowly slid off the lid.

He carefully lifted out yet another wand. He slowly walked to Alex and then placed it in his hand. Alex gave a particularly vigorous flick, but no destruction came to the shop. Instead, a gold glow was emitted from the tip. Jack watched in fascination.

"Yes, yes!" cried Ollivander. "This is the one! Phoenix feather, by the way. Also elm."

"Thanks, Mr. Ollivander." said Alex. They were just walking out of the shop when Ollivander called out, "That'll be ten Galleons!"

~*O*~

Alex walked into the last compartment on the train. It was overwhelming, discovering you're a wizard. Then the fact you were being shipped off to a wizard boarding school was even worse. He needed time to think. But, as he went in, there was already someone in there. It was the blonde whose mother had called him 'Draco'.

He had learnt from the brunette who introduced herself as Hermione that he came from a line of self-centered pure-blood wizards.

But Alex actually had no idea Malfoy was there. He was crouching in the luggage compartment, a quite undignified position for a pure-blood wizard. But he knew it would be worth it if everything went as planned. He was using a Disillusionment Charm, which Zabini cast on him.

The first mistake was when Alex started to get changed into his robes. Malfoy let out a small groan. He hadn't realised he had to see this. But when they got through the barrier, he would be able to use his wand.

Alex looked up. Malfoy tried to make himself look as small as possible, if he could see him. After five seconds, though, he shrugged and got back to changing.

FWOOSH.

They were through the barrier, the barrier that allowed underage wizards use magic at Hogwarts. At that moment, Alex yelled, "Furnunculus!"

Malfoy screamed; he had sprouted large warts all over his face. He immediately lunged at Alex. Alex stepped to the side, resulting in Malfoy going too fast to stop. He slammed into the compartment door with a loud thud.

Alex checked. He was knocked out. He dragged him to the Slytherin compartment, being careful not to touch his warts.

"Merry Christmas," he panted, pushing Malfoy's unconscious body. "Have a nice day." They looked at him strangely. For a second he thought they were all going to pounce on him. They did.

~*O*~

Alex limped into his compartment at the end of the train sporting a black eye, a bleeding lip, and many, many bruises. The Slytherins hadn't even bothered with wands, but with brute force.

It was going to take a while to heal, that was for sure.

Hi, guys! I just want to say that Alex learnt the Furnunculus curse when he was ten, because he was already controlling magic well at that age. Sorry about the length of the chapters, they're short but if you lump them into a story then it's a whole lot better. Also, Alex's wand is phoenix feather, ring a bell? Hint hint...