A/N: This is probably going to be a very short chapter. Sorry! I just have to get their shopping trip over with. It's really starting to bore me and I really don't like this chapter. Here it goes!

Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter in no way…unless I have amnesia and am really J. K. Rowling. But what are the chances of that?

Chapter 7: Finishing a Shopping Trip with a Bit of Eavesdropping

I stood in the middle of Diagon Alley with my parents trying to decide what to get first. My father, being the bookish man he was, wanted to get my course books first, whereas my mother thought we should go to get my robes first. I of course wanted to get my wand first but as soon as I expressed my idea, my parents were against it.

"Honey, why don't we wait and get your wand last?"

I however did not want to get my wand last. A wand seemed to be the one item that really connected me to the magical world the most, in my opinion. My parents would not see it that way though, so with great reluctance I agreed to wait until we had gotten everything else before we got my wand.

First we went to a store called Madame Malkins to get my robes. When that painful thing was over-I really don't like being fitted for clothes- we went to the Apothecary. This was by far my least favorite shop.

When we had walked in a strong smell of rotten eggs met my nose. There were jars of powders and herbs on shelves. Up against one were a barrel of beetle eyes and a few jars of butterfly wings.

I looked up at my parents and gave them a look that said 'Can we please get out of here?' And upon looking at my face my father nodded to me and we hurried up and got the ingredients I would need.

After quite some time all that was left on my list were my books and my wand.

As soon as we walked into Flourish and Blotts I knew at once this was my favorite store we had been to. The aroma of fresh parchment was in the air.

"Well, this store is a whole lot better than that Apothecary." my dad murmured.

"Dad!" Though I found that to be a bit rude I found it very funny. I tried to stifle my laughs but I couldn't seem to. Soon I burst out laughing an my parents did soon after.

Customers started staring but frankly, we did not care.

When we had bought all of my books, including an extra book, Hogwarts a History, during the check-out process we had received stern looks from the cashier, we left and I realized that I would be getting the one thing I had wanted most to get.

"So we'll be getting my wand now?!" My parents didn't answer me and I swear there is a hint of an upset look on their faces. Maybe I'm just imagining things…again.

When the door of Olivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. opened a tiny bell clanged, which startled me.

It was very dark in the store and looked like a library very much, but instead of books stacked everywhere, there were slim boxes. It took me a couple of seconds to notice an old man standing in a corner. He had wide eyes that mesmerized me.

Out of nowhere he said, " Good Morning."

"Hello, we're…umm…looking for a…wand." My father said.

"Yes well, come here young lady." He motioned me toward him.

I stepped forward a bit too eagerly and a few boxes I hadn't noticed on a shelf near me fell.

I then hastily tried to pick them up.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

"It's quite alright. We might as well start here!"

What? I had no idea what he was talking about, but hey might as well roll with it right?

"And what might your name be?"

"Lily. Lily Evans. And these are my parents."

Without answering he said, "Here take this." and started shoving a wand into my hand. It was thick and short and felt uncomfortable in my hand.

"Well, go on!"

What on earth is he talking about? Has he gone mad?

"Here, give it a nice flick!"

Oookkkaayyy…

I moved my hand in a swift flicking motion. Next thing I know, boxes are flying off the shelves. That was not good.

"Nope!" he said simply. He then hurried around and grabbed another wand.

Let's just say I tried 4 more wands until:

"Hm. Try this. Ten and a quarter inches. Swishy, made of willow.

I waved the wand in a similar manner as I had the others and sudden warmth flowed to my fingers. Then sparks like fireworks shot out of the end of the wand. This was my wand.


I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed.

"But what if…" Huh? What were my parents saying? They rarely argued and when they did it was about stupid little things.

Should I? No. It's to risky. After getting into trouble for sneaking out, I don't think I can risk getting caught spying on my parents.

But then again, they could be talking about me!

Okay, deep breathes Lily. Just do it.

I crept out of my room and stood outside of my kitchen door.

"She's only 11 Mary. Who knows?"

"Yes but, you saw how happy she looked today. We can't take that away from her."

"I don't know but we shouldn't rush into things."

"Who says we're rushing!"

"Look I'm just saying-''

And of course I had to be leaning closer and closer to the door at that moment. And of course we had to have a swinging door (You know, when I'm older, I'm going to have a serious talk with whoever invented swinging doors.). And of course I fell into the kitchen at that moment.

A/N: I know I know TERRIBLE (w/ a capital T) chapter. I had writer's block and just wanted to get this over with. Please review, it helps a bunch!