Diagon Alley - Redux
Finally Harry and Hagrid were seated on the Knight Bus on their way to Diagon Alley.
Harry was rather confused by Stans reaction to his name.
"Hagrid? Why did Stan say he recognized my scar?"
"Ah, 'Arry, I don' know if I'm the right person ter tell yeh -- but someone's gotta -- yeh can't go off ter Hogwarts not knowin'."
"Well, it's best yeh know as much as I can tell yeh -- mind, I can't tell yeh everythin', it's a great myst'ry, parts of it..."
He sat down, stared out of the window for a few seconds, and then said, "It begins, I suppose, with -- with a person called -- but it's incredible yeh don't know his name, everyone in our world knows --"
And so Hagrid explained to Harry about Voldermort, filling in his personal history of the last elevel years.
The story was very painful for Harry. He had already guessed that his parent's had died at Voldermorts hands based on the letter his parents had left him but having it confirmed was a bit much for him to take. Hagrid's own emotions did little to calm Harry's own raw emotions.
After about twenty minutes of silence Hagrid spoke up again, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.
"Ya sure impressed 'lot o' people with yer letters yesterday 'Arry. You 'ad a small army of people in tha headmasters office trying ta figure out how you managed ta get them letters ta us all."
"Old Mad-Eye was right impressed with yer decision ta use a fake name. But then again old Mad-Eye is a bit paranoid."
"Who's Mad-Eye Hagrid?"
"Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody. One of the most feared aurors in the past thirty years. He's called Mad-Eye on account of his magical prosthetic eye."
"I didn't mean to cause a fuss. I hope no one is angry with me."
"Nah, your letter got a lot of people worried for ya, that's why the headmaster and I decided to come over and visit with ya. And a good thing it was we did I think."
A few more minutes passed in companionable silence.
"So what are we doing first Hagrid?"
"Well we should go to Gringots and get ya some gold. Then off ta Ollivander's to get ya a proper wand."
"After tha' I guess we go to Madame Malkins for robes, followed by Flourish and Blots for yer books and quills and the likes, then the apothecary for potions."
"And once that's all done?"
"Well then we can just go around and look at things in the alley."
"Would it be possible to go get a few things in London?"
"Wha? In the muggle part of London?"
"Right. I'd like to get some clothes that fit and pick up a few fountain pens and supplies instead of using a quill."
"I don' see why no'. You'll have to manage the money since I don' go muggle very often."
After disembarking from the Knight Bus with a wave at Stan and Ern. Harry and Hagrid entered The Leaky Cauldron.
Tom, the bartender noticing Hagrid greeted him.
"Your usual Hagrid?"
"Not today Tom. I'm on important Hogwarts business. Just takin' young 'Arry here shopping for his school supplies."
This statement was greeted with a deafening silence that was quickly followed by a lone wizard crying out.
"By Merlin's beard! It is Harry Potter!".
Pandemonium would best describe the ensuing situation. Every witch and wizard in the pub crowded around Harry, hoping to welcome him back to the wizarding world.
Finally Hagrid realized that Harry was being overwhelmed.
"Alright you lot. Stop crowding the poor boy and give 'im some room ta breath."
The crowd dispersed somewhat and only a few wizards and witches remained. Hagrid took Harry by the shoulder and guided him towards a younger wizard wearing a turban.
"Ah! Professor Quirell. I hadn't noticed yah there. 'Arry this is professor Quirell."
"Nice to meet you professor. And what subject do you teach?" Harry said extending his hand in greeting but the professor nervously looked at it and instead nodded at Harry and replied.
"Ni nnn nice to meet you Potter. I teach Ddd dd d defense against the Ddd dd Dark Arts. Not that you need that now do you Ppp Potter." the professor gave a nervous laugh, his eyes shifting around the room as if looking for an imminent threat.
"Well professor, I need ta take Harry here to shop for his school things so we'll be seein' ya later."
Once outside Hagrid took out a lurid pink umbrella from within a secret pocket in his long coat and using it's tip he tapped the bricks to open the gateway to Diagon Alley.
"Hagrid, professor Quirell seems a little ... nervous."
"Yeah. He's terrified of his own subject. He was ok while he wa' learnnin from books but then he decided to travel to get more firs' hand experience and well, he came back like that. Somethin' 'bout vampires is wha' I heard."
"Well 'Arry, welcome to Diagon Alley ... or I guess in yer case it's welcome back."
Harry's second visit to Diagon Alley was not in any way less magical than his first. With Hagrid there to explain some of the things to him, Harry had a much better understanding of what he was seeing.
After a few moments Hagrid and Harry found themselves in front of a large white building with the word 'GRINGOTS' over the door. To the right of the entrance was a small plaque with a rhyme written there.
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
"This is Gringots Harry, probably the safest place in all of wizarding England. The only place that could maybe be safer is Hogwarts."
"What makes it so safe Hagrid?"
"Well the goblins right? You'd have to be daft to try and rob a goblin. An' they say there be dragons guarding some o' tha vaults." Hagrid gained a dreamy, far away look for a few moments.
As they walked into Gringots and settled in line Harry decided it would be best to check up on Goblins with Silias.
'Silias, what should I know about Goblins?'
'You are probably hoping for something along the lines of "Goblins – How best not to annoy them and end up roasted by a dragon"?. Goblins are a race of highly intelligent creatures who live side by side with wizards. They are considered to be inferior by many wizards, who foolishly believe that the goblins are comfortable with that arrangement. In fact, goblins are extremely clever and more than able to stand up to wizards.
Goblins are short and dark-skinned. They have very long fingers and feet, and some have pointed beards.
Throughout the history of the wizarding world there have been rebellions where the goblins have fought against the discrimination and prejudice. I won't bore you with these details and will teach you this subliminally instead. It's useful but boring information.
Some goblins speak a language called Gobbledegook.
Goblins are extremely clever and over the years have dealt with wizard-kind effectively. They are still subservient in the minds of most wizards, but they have established themselves as a vital part of wizarding society. The goblins run Gringotts, the wizarding bank. Therefore, they control the wizarding economy to a large extent.
Apart from their cleverness with money and finances, goblins are also very capable metalsmiths. Their silverwork is well known and prized. Goblins actually mint the Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts used in the wizarding world; each coin is stamped with a serial number identifying the goblin who cast it.'
'Ok. So main point here is don't annoy them?'
'Yes, that would be a good suggestion.' Silias replied with a hint of humor in his voice.
'Can you teach me a quick greeting then?'
A few moments later Harry knew the proper greeting for a goblin.
Finally they arrived at the counter of a surly looking goblin. His nameplate named his Griffhack.
"Mr. Harry Potter would like to make a withdrarwel." Intoned Hagrid in his usual broken English.
"Good day Goblin Griffhack. May your coffers fill with gold."
The bank's main hall went as silent as a tomb and all heads turned to the ten year old boy who had just addressed a goblin in it's own language. Griffhack was slowly raising himself on his chair to have a better look at the young boy.
Harry was feeling rather nervous and had started sweating. He was fairly certain that he had addressed the goblin properly but by the reaction of everyone in the hall he MUST have done something wrong. Looking to Hagrid for guidance was of no help. Hagrid appeared just as stunned as everyone else.
'What did I just say?'
'You said is quite eloquently, I'm not sure why everyone is reacting like so negatively.'
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend anyone." Harry had started to shake slightly for fear and nerves.
This seemed to bring the goblin out of it's shocked state.
"I am sorry Mr. Potter. You have not offended either myself or my colleagues in any way. It is we who have shown so little manners in our dealings with you. We were simply surprised that one so young would know our language. Also, we were led to believe that you had been raised by muggles." Griffhack was attempting to set his face in a pleasant grin and the end result was only slightly terrifying.
This seemed to calm Harry a little. It appeared he would NOT be roasted alive in dragon breath.
"I don't know much of it. Just a few words here and there. I took the time to learn that greeting for my first meeting with goblins." Explained a rather nervous Harry Potter, trying to downplay the significance of the event.
"Still, we apologize for scaring you youngling. Now! I understand that we have business to conduct and there is profit to be made." with this Griffhack gazed at the gawking customers and goblins clearly indicating that they should get back to their own transactions.
"'ight, Mr. Potter 'ere would like to make a withdraarl from his vaults. I 'ave 'is key with me 'ere somewhere." Hagrid started searching all the pockets his his large fur trench coat, taking out half eaten biscuits, mice (no, the mice were not half eaten) and other various odds and ends.
Griffhack looked at Harry and gave a grin and an exaggerated roll of the eyes.
Harry tried to stifle a laugh.
"Ah! There it be. I'm also 'ere on 'ogwarts business for professor Dumbledore. I'm 'ere to collect 'you know what' from vault 'you know which'." said Hagrid in a very obvious and suspicious whisper while sliding a letter to the goblin.
The goblin looked nervously at the letter that Hagrid handed him.
"Ah! Yes! Griphook will show you the way then."
The ride down to his Vault was exhilarating. This was exactly what a muggle roller coaster would be like. Travel to and from the vaults was done in miners carts that went at ridiculous speeds. Harry was exhilarated and whooped for joy as they turned a rather sharp turn without slowing down. Griphook seemed to be enjoying the young boy's enthusiasm while Hagrid looked like he was about to sick up.
"Vault 687. Mr. Potter, this is your vault."
Opening his vault Harry was flabbergasted. He had understood from the letter his parents had left him that he would have a substantial sum of money but the piles of gold, silver and copper coins that filled his vault would have easily filled a small residential swimming pool.
"You didn't think you mom and dad left you 'ith nothin now did ya?" said a beaming Hagrid.
Harry looked from the pile of coins, to Hagrid, to Griphook and back at the vault.
"Go ahead Mr. Potter. You would not be the first person to do it." said an amused Griphook.
A wicked grin crept up on Harry's lips and without further ado he launched himself into his vault rolling in the wizarding gold.
After a few minutes of this Harry returned to his senses, filled a money bag with wizarding gold, silver and copper and locked the vault.
"Now we are heading to vault 713 for Mr. Hagrid."
Hagrid moaned at this while Harry whooped with joy.
Finally the cart screeched to a halt in front of huge, ominous looking doors. The doors practically screamed out. "TOUCH ME AT YOUR OWN PERIL MORTAL." or "GAZE UPON ME AND DESPAIR!".
Griphook slowly approached the doors, ran a long sharp fingernail along the center of the door and stepped back.
"Anyone other than a Gringots Goblin touching these doors would find themselves sucked into the vault." explained Griphook.
"And how often do you check the vault for intruders?" asked Harry.
Griphook's only answer was a wicked grin.
The vault doors slowly creaked open to reveal ... an empty vault. Or rather an almost completely empty vault. In the center of the room, on a stone pedestal was a oddly shaped and poorly wrapped package about the size of Harry's small fist. Hagrid quickly took the package and hid it in one of the many pockets of his fur coat.
The ride back to the lobby was done is silence. Harry took the opportunity to research a farewell greeting in Gobbledegook while Hagrid did his best not to sick up along the way.
"Ok, now all we need to do is change some of this wizarding gold into pounds so that we can do a bit of muggle shopping and we are done here."
"Very well, I believe that Griffhack is available for you Mr. Potter."
"Farewell and may your investments always bring favorable returns."
Again, people around them stopped what they were doing and stared at the young raven haired boy but this time there was no such reaction from the goblins who simply coughed politely to re-capture their clients attention.
Griphook gave a small nod of his head "And your's Mr. Potter."
Harry and Hagrid traveled back to Griffhack's stand.
"I hope that all was to your satisfaction gentlemen?"
"Yes, the service was great and I really enjoyed the ride to the vaults." then in an exaggerated stage whisper "I think Hagrid didn't like the ride down. I think it was a little too fast for him."
Hagrid, to his credit, did offer a small chuckle even if he was still a little green tinged.
"I would need to change some Galleons into Pounds for a bit of muggle shopping and I was also wondering about the size of my account. Would it be possible to find out how much I have in there and what I can and can't do with it?"
"Of course Mr. Potter, we will have a statement forwarded to you by owl within the next few days. Here is your muggle money. If you require any further assistance please address me an owl personally and I will see what can be done. Gringots is a full service institution."
With that they left Gringots.
"Hagrid? What was that you got out of vault 713."
"That be 'ogwarts business Harry. Worth more than me job to tell you that."
They walked on in silence for a few steps. Hagrid obviously had something on his mind.
"What's wrong Hagrid?"
"Well, ya see. It's just I was wonderin' ... were didja learn Gobbledygook Harry? Most wizards don't bother learnnin' the language and you been livin' with them muggles for the past ten years."
"Like I told Griffhack. I researched a few words for my first visit with the goblins. My parents left me a lot of information about the wizarding world and when they mentioned money I looked into it." Harry replied nonchalantly while all the while thinking 'Yeah, that sounds good.'
"I can't actually speak the language. Just a few words."
This seemed to appease Hagrid and they continued along.
"Well, the goblins sure seemed real 'appy 'bout it. They even gave you a really good exchange rate on yer Galleons."
"Now. Harry, do you mind if I go back to the pub and grab meself a pint while you get your robes done? Those goblin carts always set me off. Then we can go an' get ya yer wand at Olivanders."
"I should be fine Hagrid. I'll wait for you here when I'm done."
The caretaker gave Harry a large appreciative grin and rushed off towards the leaky Cauldron.
As soon as Hagrid was out of sight, Harry left Madame Malkins and rushed to a pawn shop across the way.
"I'm looking for a uhm 'primer' on gobbledygook."
"Yes, well I do believe we have something like that back here somewhere. Ah! Here it is. It's in rather poor shape unfortunately."
Harry did not really care what shape it was in. He had access to much better information than what was in that book but he needed something to backup his story so he quickly paid for his purchase and returned to Madame Malkins.
Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.
"Hogwarts, dear?" she said, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here -- another young man being fitted up just now, in fact. "
In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him) slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.
Harry had the worst conversation with a boy his age ever.
He had found himself standing next to a platinum blond boy with a thin face. The boy reminded him strongly of Dudley. Not in his intelligence, this boy appeared to be able to walk AND talk at the same time; or in his appearance , Harry was pretty sure he could hold his own in a fist fight with this boy; but in his general attitude.
Dudley was used to having everything he wanted and so did this boy.
Draco Malfoy pompously prattled on about purebloods and how rich he was. He asked questions but never bothered to really listen to the answers he was given.
Harry was quite happy when the arrogant boy was done being fitted, a few more minutes with the racist prick and a fist fight would ensue.
Harry thanked whatever deity was watching over him at that moment. If the stupid, prissy, bigoted little spoiled brat had not left, Harry thought he would have socked him one. Contrarily to Dudley, this boy did not weigh twice as much as he did and Harry felt certain he would be able to hold his own against him.
Harry was rather quiet as he ate the ice cream Hagrid had bought him (chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts).
"What's up?" said Hagrid.
"Nothing," Harry lied. They stopped to buy parchment and quills. Harry cheered up a bit when he found another bottle of ink that changed color as you wrote.
After a few minutes he told Hagrid about the pale boy in Madam Malkin's.
"--and he said people from Muggle families shouldn't even be allowed in."
"Yer not from a Muggle family. If he'd known who yeh were -- he's grown up knowin' yer name if his parents are wizardin' folk. You saw what everyone in the Leaky Cauldron was like when they saw yeh. Anyway, what does he know about it, some o' the best I ever saw were the only ones with magic in 'em in a long line o' Muggles -- look at yer mum! Look what she had fer a sister!"
"And what are Slytherin and Hufflepuff?"
"School houses. There's four. Everyone says Hufflepuff are a lot o' duffers, but --"
"I bet I'm in Hufflepuff" said Harry gloomily.
"Better Hufflepuff than Slytherin," said Hagrid darkly. "There's not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin. You-Know-Who was one."
"Vol-, sorry - You-Know-Who was at Hogwarts?"
"Years an' years ago," said Hagrid.
They bought Harry's schoolbook at Flourish and Blots. Harry was not particularly interested in the books since he had Silias but he still picked up a few extra books to cover for some of the things he was planning on learning that were outside of the normal curriculum. The shop itself was very interesting and so were the books but having instant access to the collected knowledge of a brilliant witch and wizard made books a little unnecessary.
One book did grab Harry's attention more than others. Curses and Countercurses (Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue- Tying and Much, Much More) by Professor Vindictus Viridian. And Hagrid managed to convince Harry not to purchase it. Harry did make mental note of the names of the spells on the cover so as to research them later on.
"I was trying to find out how to curse Dudley."
"I'm not sayin' that's not a good idea, but yer not ter use magic in the Muggle world except in very special circumstances," said Hagrid. "An' anyway, yeh couldn' work any of them curses yet, yeh'll need a lot more study before yeh get ter that level."
They did a bit more shopping at the Apothecary. The shop was interesting enough to compensate for it's stench. It reminded him of Mrs. Figg's house.
"Just yer wand left - A yeah, an' I still haven't got yeh a birthday present. I know it's a bit early but since were here."
Harry felt himself go red.
"You don't have to --"
"I know I don't have to. Tell yeh what, I'll get yer animal. Not a toad, toads went outta fashion years ago, yeh'd be laughed at - an' I don' like cats, they make me sneeze. I'll get yer an owl. All the kids want owls, they're dead useful, carry yer mail an' everythin'."
They entered Eeylops Owl Emporium. The dark shop was filled with about a hundred owls.
Great Horned Owls (Bubo virginianus), Little Owl (Athena noctua), Burrowing Owl (Speotyto cunicularia) but the one owl that caught both Hagrid and Harry's attention was a beautiful female Snowy Owl (Bubo scandiacus) also known as the 'Harfang des Neiges'.
Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium. Harry now carried a large cage that held the beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wing. He couldn't stop stammering his thanks, sounding just like Professor Quirrell.
"Don' mention it," said Hagrid gruffly. "Don' expect you've had a lotta presents from them Dursleys. Just Ollivander's left now - only place fer wands, Ollivander's, and yeh gotta have the best wand."
Thinking of the Dursley's brought to mind many problems. They starved him. He knew this and could live with it but what would they do with his beautiful new companion. Would they simply kill her?
"Hagrid?"
"Aye 'arry?"
"I'm sorry but I really can't accept her."
Hagrid looked hurt and confused. "Why not 'arry. I know we 'ust met and all but I've known ye since ye were a little tyke. I flew ye from yer parents home, the night they died, to them horrible muggles. Ye shouldn't be ashamed to accept a gift from me."
"That's ... that's not it Hagrid. I'm afraid of what the Dursley's might do to her."
Harry paused trying to find a proper way of wording his concerns. Hagrid seemed to understand this and simply waited.
"The Dursleys hate me Hagrid. They don't always feed me well and I'm afraid of what they would do to Hedwig. You saw where I live, that's not exactly a good place for an owl to live."
Hagrid's face went through several stages at this point. From rage to pity and many in between.
"Don't ya worry 'bout it none 'arry. Dumbledore is o'er there right now sorting things out and if 'e can't make them muggles act like normal human beings then I don't think he'll let ya stay there. Great man Dumbledore, great man. Trust me on this 'arry, I'll talk ta Dumbledore as soon as I get back to 'ogwarts and if I'm not satisfied I'll come and get ya meself."
This seemed to improve Harry's morale greatly.
"All 'ight then. Off to Ollivanders for yer wand."
Finally Harry would get a wand he was sure would work for him. He would have to remember to ask if the reaction of the wand his parents had left him was normal.
The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
They entered the shop. It was very dark and the walls were covered with rows upon rows of small drawers. Harry could feel power practically pulsing from the walls.
"A Mr. Potter. I was wondering when I would see you."
Both Harry and Hagrid jumped a good foot off the ground as Mr. Ollivander came up behind them unseen and unheard.
"Ah! Mr. Ollivander sir."
"Rubeus Hagrid. Nice to see you again. Oak, sixteen inches, rather bendy wasn't it?
"It was, sir, yes," said Hagrid.
"Good wand, that one. But I suppose they snapped it in half when you got expelled?" said Mr. Ollivander, suddenly stern.
"Er -- yes, they did, yes," said Hagrid, shuffling his feet. "I've still got the pieces, though," he added brightly.
"But you don't use them?" said Mr. Ollivander sharply.
"Oh, no, sir," said Hagrid quickly. Harry noticed he gripped his pink umbrella very tightly as he spoke.
"Hmmm," said Mr. Ollivander, giving Hagrid a piercing look.
Turnning to Harry.
"And Harry Potter, Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."
Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Harry. Harry wished he would blink. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy.
"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it -- it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."
Mr. Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. Harry could see himself reflected in those misty eyes.
"And that's where..."
Mr. Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, white finger.
"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly.
"Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands... well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do..."
Mr. Ollivander stood there for a time, pondering something.
"Well, what is done is done. Now we have a wizard to match to a wand."
"Actually Mr. Ollivander, I ... I have a wand here. My parents left it for me so I could get to Diagon Alley." With this, Harry took out his battered old wand and handed it to Mr. Ollivander.
"Hum. Eleven inches, willow. I do not know what it's core is." After a few moments the wand maker took his own wand and performed a complex series of swishes over the battered wand.
"Augury feather? How strange. This wand was not made by Ollivanders. We do not use Augury feathers. Not that there is anything wrong with Augury feathers as a core."
Mr. Ollivander passed the wand back over.
"What's an Augury Mr. Ollivander?"
At this Hagrid perked up.
"Thin and sad-looking birds what somewhat resemble a vulture, greenish-black in color, native ta Britain an' Ireland. Normally hides in its nest in brambles and thorns, flyin' only in heavy rain, tha feathers of the Augurey repel ink. Its cry was thought ta be a death omen, but we know better now, it actually means it's gonna rain. The Augurey eats insects and fairies. They be also known as the 'Irish Phoenix'."
"Have you tried performing any spells with this wand Mr. Potter?"
"Oh no! Not with the restrictions on under-aged magic. But when I picked it up it did shoot out a few red sparks. Is that normal?"
"Please give it a quick swish for me Mr. Potter."
Harry did as he was told and again a few red sparks shot out of the end of the wand.
"No ... no, this wand is not a perfect match for you. It would make a good emergency wand but I would not use it for everyday use. Now let's find you your perfect match. You will never get as good a result with the wand of another as with a wand that chooses you Mr. Potter."
"Uhm, Mr. Ollivander sir. Aren' ya gonna take tha' other wand back?"
"And why would I do that Hagrid? It is not mine."
"Well, I thought there wa' a law on ownnin' more tha' one wand."
"Mr. Potter. You told me this was given to you by your parents posthumously?"
"Yes sir."
"Then it falls under the Heirlooms and Hereditary Gifts clause. Most young wizards and all muggleborns are only allowed one wand, to bypass this law the purebloods passed a bill wherein more wands could be owned if passed on by family members after death. Now back to work."
It took close to two hours and one-hundred and twenty-three wands to find Harry's perfect match. The longer it took, the more excited Mr. Ollivander was.
"Maybe ... I have a special wand here Mr. Potter. Holly, 11", supple, single phoenix tail feather. Give that a try."
Harry took the wand and in that moment felt as if he was whole. He could feel the wand in his hands as if it were alive. Taking a small breath he pointed the wand at a box on the counter and cried out a spell he didn't even know he knew.
"Windgardium Leviosa!"
The wand box on Mr. Ollivanders counter started to float upwards. Harry was elated. This was the first bit of magic he had ever performed.
Then it hit him. The first bit of UNDER-AGED magic he had performed. The box suddenly shot up straight to the ceiling and fell back to the floor.
"Oh no. I'm going to get expelled before I ever even set foot into Hogwarts."
Harry quickly turned to Mr. Ollivander and Hagrid. Both adults were looking at Harry with a look of surprise. Mr. Ollivander recovered quickly.
"I do not think you have anything to worry about Mr. Potter. It is expected that young witches and wizards will perform one or two spells in my shop, how is one to determine if they have the proper wand if they do not try it."
Then under his breath, the wandmaker added "Of course usually it is a burst of unfocused magic and not a perfectly executed levitation charm."
'Of course you have nothing to worry about. The ministry only really monitors the homes of muggleborn or muggle raised wizards for under-aged magic. They have a sensor somewhere around your aunts home to keep track of your magic use.' Silias informed Harry.
"It is very curious Mr. Potter that that wand has chosen you. You see, that wand shares it's magical core with only one other wand in the whole world. It's brother wand you see is the wand that gave you your scar."
"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did amazing things. They were terrible, terrible things but still amazing. I believe that we can expect great things from you Mr. Potter."
