A drabble wish written for Summer Leigh Wind! I hope you like it :)
Entry for the "Chocolate Frog Card Club" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)"
(Bronze): Archibald Alderton:Prompts:Birthday, Blow, Attempt, Genuine
Severus had known for a long time that he was a wizard, that magic blood was flowing through his veins as powerfully as it flowed to his mother's too.
But still, he could not have been more excited as he received his Hogwarts letter on his eleventh birtday. His ticket to escape the dull house at Spinner's End and the violence of his father.
And as his mother took him to Diagon Alley to buy his school supplies on the very same afternoon, he was completely reassured that this was not one of his daydreams that he used to escape his sometimes horrible reality. The letter was genuine – he would be going to Hogwarts, to learn more about the magic he could not control yet.
Never before had he been to a wizarding location and by the time they reached Ollivander's, he had given up every attempt to keep his mouth closed in astonishment or not to stare too much.
A bell ringed as Severus and his mother Eileen entered the shop, and instantly they were greeted by the wand maker Ollivander, who was standing behind the counter, looking as if he had been waiting for them the whole day.
„What a pleasure to meet you," the elderly wizard exclaimed as he bowed slightly to them before taking out a magical tape measure. The item worked quickly on its own, measuring literally everything about Severus, who eyed the band both nervously and curiously, while Eileen seated herself on the only chair in the room.
„Ah, well, I already know exactly which wands to try," Ollivander explained as the band flew back into his hand. He vanished into the back of the shop, which was full with ceiling-high shelves stuffed tightly with black boxes.
Eileen shot her son a encouraging smile as the wand maker came back, carrying a few boxes in his hands.
„I would like you to try this one," he ordered calmly, opening the topmost box and handing Severus the wand it had contained. „Nine inches, willow wood and phoenix feather, rather bendy."
Severus gulped before giving the wand a hesitant flick.
Instantly, a vase full of flowers to his right shattered, showering them with pieces of broken porcelain.
„I guess this is not the right one," Ollivander said quickly, taking the wand from the hand of a shocked Severus before handing him another one. „Actually, I was way off."
Severus wondered about Ollivanders indifference, towards the destruction of his shop decor for a split second, but then he guessed, that the old man surely was used to that by now. Still he quietly hoped that he would not cause anything to blow up.
„I am pretty sure that this one could be more suiting. Eleven inches, hawthorn wood and a core of Thestral hair, firm."
Feeling a bit afraid of destroying something yet again, Severus waved the wand, hoping that it could not get worse.
His mother and Mr Ollivander errupted in applause as a powerfully shining light broke out of the tip of the wand, and Severus felt how a pleasant and comforting warmth sneaked its way through his fingers up his wand arm, right into his heart.
„You already seem to have a remarkable control over your magical powers, young man," Ollivander mused, while Eileen smiled proudly. „I am sure that we will see you do some remarkable spellwork with this wand."
Feeling a bit dizzy, Severus carefully, almost lovingly placed the wand back in its box and Eileen payed for the wand.
And as they left the shop, Severus was clutching the box as if he was afraid that he could loose his new treasure.