After a trip into Gringotts and a sack of money in the back pocket of her jeans, she and Ron were walking into Madam Malkins Robes for All Occasions with Freida and Georgia ahead of them.
"Luckily, I have enough for a new uniform. Mum had tried Charlenes old things. I would have been tripping all year. Still have to use Briannas wand though." Ron said as the two girls tried on black ties.
Harriet wasnt paying attention now. Her attention had been turned to a girl and her mother. The girl was short and slightly plump, shiny waist length blonde hair falling to her waist as an old woman in plum robes pinned a long skirt up to her knees. This had to be Madam Malkin.
"Ahh, Hogwarts? Livery, would you take the red headed girl with the boyish build into the back? I work better with a more feminine shape." Madam Malkin said. The blonde girl smirked and Ron turned about as red as her hair when the woman lead her back.
Harriet stepped onto the stool and was immediately draped with a blouse, sweater, skirt and plain black robes that were at least three sizes too big.
"Are you going to Hogwarts too? "The blonde girl said as her hair was swept onto her chest.
"Yes. "Harriet said as a smaller blouse was held up to her.
"Mother did want to send me to Durmstrang, but Father said it was too far. Hmm, I suppose that was a Weasley you were with? " she asked.
"Yes." Harriets dislike of the girl was growing by the moment.
"My mother says all the Weasleys are disgraces to the pureblood name. She says blood traitors are as bad as Mudbloods." Draca drawled lazily.
"Now, Draca. Dont flaunt our beliefs." Dracas mother said. However, she was stroking Dracas hair and smiling as lovingly as if she had earned top marks on a paper.
"I think theyre brilliant. "Harriet said defiantly. A uniform was placed in her hands. "My names Harriet. Harriet Potter." Harriet stalked off as Ron, Freida and Georgia came after her. She was feeling confident but she saw the awful reflection of Dracas eyes studying her sharply and Mrs. Malfoy looking at her like a dress she was considering buying.
Freida and Georgia had gone off with Lee Jordan, a Gryffindor girl from their year. Percia was long gone with another prefect Percival Clearwater and now it was Harriet and Ron wandering toward Ollivanders Wands.
"Ron? "Harriet asked.
"Oi? "Ron vaguely said, looking longingly in the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies at the Nimbus Two Thousand hanging in the window.
"Ive got a couple Galleons. Do you want a new wand? "
Rons attention was wrenched away. She blushed but smiled.
"Thanks! "Ron said brightly.
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Ollivander was a very strange person indeed. He seemed to be constantly bristling around his shop, his wiry white hair sticking up in all directions.
"Ah, another Weasley? "he said pleasantly and took up Rons thin right arm.
"This is your wand arm? "Ollivander said, measuring the arm carefully as Ron nodded.
"Hurmmm.." Ollivander swiveled around. "9¾ inches ash with a dragon heartstring core, same as a Minervon McGonagall. I believe hes a Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts." He handed Ron the wand.
"My Lord. Miss Harriet Potter! Lets see ... Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy." Both girls waved their wands.
A row of boxes tumbled. "Ahhh. Hmm, Harriet Potter is a difficult one indeed - holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple." Ollivander handed Harriet the wand. "And for you, twelve inches, unicorn hair. Its exactly like a Miss Brianna Weasley."
Once again, the girls waved their wands. There were red sparks from Rons wand, gold sparks from Harriets wand and blue sparks -
From someone else.
A/N:Sorry guys! I was having problems. My Kindles charger was stolen from me recently, so in the blur of getting my temporary charger to work right, I havent be able to write my stories. Forgive me?
