How about we just not talk about my absence, and accept the fact that I've returned. Alright? Though I am sorry. Its almost been three months. Dang. We'll start smaller. Because I will give you this. I'm trying to break out of writers block. It's killing me. And we're getting out of Diagon Alley. Because there is something else I want to do with this story.


"So... how do we find our wands, exactly?" Preston asked James, while looking around Diagon alley as the group made their way through it.

"Oh it's easy." James said. "As a matter of fact, you just give each wand a swish until you find the one for you."
Preston eyed him. "And how do we know if it's the right one."

"You'll know. Trust me."
"It looks like I'm going to have to…"

When they reached Ollivanders, James practically ran into the building.

Harry shook his head and held the door open for everyone else. When Harry got inside, Mr. Ollivander was already talking about his wand, and Ginny's.

Preston broke a lamp or two, while James on the other hand empties shelves, broke windows, and shocked his mothers' hair to the point where it was standing up straight.

Eventually both boys had wands and all of their school supplies.

The separate families were preparing to go their own ways, when Dudley stopped Harry suddenly.

"We're, uh..Having a birthday for Preston on Saturday, if you and your family would like to attend. Especially with the boys both going off to this school.. It'd be nice for Preston to have a friend..And some family." He handed Harry a piece of paper. "This is my business card. The address on it is my home address. I do hope you'll attend."

Harry grinnged. "alright, Dud. We'll show. But are..?"
"Mum and Dad? Oh well.. Yeah. I hope that's okay."

Harry shrugged. " I guess we find out Saturday."
"I guess we do."