YES!!! Only about 2,000 words left! Sadly, there's a ton of stuff already in this fic that I am almost quoting from the books. Well, sorry.
Ron, Harry, and Hermione decided to wait outside. The titans walked in and were greeted by a place that looked slightly like a very dusty abandoned shoe store. There appeared to be no one inside until a small man appeared behind the counter. Robin made his way over.
"We (yawn) get wands here, right?" He said dully. The man nodded then raised an eyebrow.
"Hmmm... You first, boy." He said, pulling a long thin box from a shelf. "Which is your wand hand?"
Robin raised an eyebrow.
"I'm...uh... left handed..." Mr. Ollivander nodded.
"Right, then. Hold out your arm. Good." He then pulled out a long tape measure with silver markings. The titans watched curiously as Mr. Ollivander began measuring Robin from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round the head. As he was measuring, Mr. Ollivander began to talk about wands. He wasn't wrong to notice that they had no idea what they were doing.
"Every wand has a core of some powerful magical substance. Ollivander wands can contain heartstrings of dragons, phoenix feathers, and unicorn hairs. No two-"He was cut short as Starfire squealed loudly, causing everyone to shrink away from her, covering their ears.
"Unicorns?!" she cried. Mr. Ollivander put the tape measure in his pocket and began flitting around the many tall shelves, pulling down boxes.
"Er... yes. Unicorns. Where was I? Oh yes. No two wands are exactly the same. Of course you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand." He pulled down one last box. "Ah. This wand was the first I ever tried to sell. I try it with every customer just to see if I can get rid of it. It's rejected every wizard since 382 BC. Beech wood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."
Robin took the wand and swished it a bit. A stream of red sparks shot out of the end, throwing spots of light everywhere. Mr. Ollivander cried,
"Oh bravo! That wand seems to have been waiting 1622 years for you! Well then, that's seven galleons." Robin reached into his own sack and pulled out seven large gold discs and handed them to Mr. Ollivander. Mr. Ollivander followed much the same system for each titan. Cyborg got an oak wand, sixteen inches, a phoenix feather, and it was 'pliable.' Starfire's was twelve inches long, swishy, made of willow and it contained a unicorn's hair. Beastboy was graced with a maple wand that was 11 inches in length, flexible, with a dragon heartstring. Raven's was last.
"Step forward, Ms. Azar. That's it. Hold out your wand hand." Mr. Ollivander measured Raven the same way as everyone else. She was clearly unnerved by this. Obviously she wasn't quite used to physical contact with any living being. Mr. Ollivander finished quickly, though. He was on a stool, pulling down a wand when another fell off the top of the shelf onto his head. He caught it before it hit the floor, but stood looking at it for a moment.
"Never tried this one... asking to be tried... why not..." He mumbled under his breath. Raven wasn't sure anyone else heard him. She had been gazing around the shop and for the first time, noticed that Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been watching through the window the entire time. Mr. Ollivander shuffled back over with a very dusty box. He opened it and pulled out a wand that seemed strange. He handed the wand to Raven.
"That one's rare, black wood, thirteen inches, nice and supple. It's the only one we've ever made with all three substances. Try it."
Raven gripped it and felt a warmth wash through her hand and up her arm. She flicked her wrist and a rainbow of sparks shot form the tip. It didn't stop there. The sparks became a steady stream that twisted like a giant multi colored snake. They darted around the shop swirling around each titan and Mr. Ollivander. The snake glided through the window and did the same to the three teens just out side. When they got to Harry, the stream hit him square in the chest and knocked him onto his back.
"Harry!" cried both teens outside. All but Raven, who paid Mr. Ollivander and darted after them, ran outside and stood around him. Of course, as poor Harry's luck would have it, a certain familiar drawling voice sounded behind them.
"Oh, the famous Harry Potter has fallen and can't get up." After the comment, there was sluggish laughter. Hermione and Ron pulled Harry up by the arms as the titans turned on the speaker.
"What's this? He's made some friends." There was a small blonde boy with a pale pointed face. There were also two large boys standing behind him snickering. The boy looked the titans up and down. "A bunch of freaks. Ha. You're too good for them."
By this time Harry had shoved his way forward. He didn't appear to be hurt at all.
"Watch it Malfoy. Or-"Raven stepped in front of him.
"Would you care to repeat that?" She said. Her gaze was icy cold and anyone would be chilled at her deadly calm voice. Malfoy was slightly unsettled, but he recovered quickly.
"Yeah. You're a bunch of freaks. Ha. you're all making friends with the wrong sort."
"You. Do not. Want. To call me. A freak." Raven said. "Azerath Metrione Zsinthose!" She narrowed her eyes and all three trouble makers were encased in a large black sphere. Malfoy was obviously scared. He was banging on the bubble yelling to be let out. Raven pushed the bubble high into the air and didn't release the boys until they were on the roof of a tall shop near by. The teens all had a laugh (except Raven, mind you) but ran away as soon as Malfoy's yelling caused several adults to exit their shops.
Harry was first of the seven hysterical teens to recover from his fits of laughter.
"What's... next?" He gasped. Hermione, still giggling lightly, pulled the list from earlier out of her pocket.
"Well, we've got to get you all cauldrons, a telescope, and potions ingredients – we can get that down the street - parchment, quills, and ink –that's next door- and books. Let's go get the potions equipment first." The group hustled down the street slowed down by fits of laughter.
They arrived at a larger shop with an obscure name and walked in. Hermione marched to the front desk where a tired old witch stood, obviously bored out of her gray skull.
"Hello, Mary! We've come to get five sets of all this." Hermione said brightly, handing the witch the list. Mary nodded and waved her hand. Suddenly, everything that was asked for appeared on the counter. Mary added in a bored tone, handing the list back to Hermione,
"That's five galleons, ten sickles, and eleven knuts each." The titans dug into their sacks and brought out the correct amount of coins. After paying the witch and gathering their things into large bags, they left the shop.
Everyone walked straight into the shop to the left. It was an uneventful task to get the five telescopes, and also uneventful getting the writing supplies. Books, however, was very eventful.
Everyone rounded the corner to Flourish and Blotts and walked inside. The large store was filled with books. Hermione seemed to know exactly where everything was and gathered all the books for everyone. The rest of the teens waited near the entrance as Hermione raced back and fourth among the high shelves bringing back stacks of books each time. Everything seemed fine until a highly unwanted drawling voice came from just outside.
"I'm glad I'm not staying in the Leaky Cauldron, aren't you?" Malfoy was saying. He had spotted the teens and wasn't being troubled to lower his voice. He grinned maliciously and added, "That shabby run down place must be a step up to Weasel, though, eh? A real palace."
Ron's ears turned red and he stood quickly. Harry, rather than stopping him, stood up too. The titans looked on slightly worried, but kept silent. Malfoy, however, spoke again, sneering with his large cronies laughing behind him.
"Where's the mudblood, Potter? Is she behind these other dirty blooded trolls, or has she died, yet?" That did it for Ron. He charged at Malfoy who took on a look of sudden cowardice. The two lugs, Crabbe and Goyle, stepped in front of him. Ron, however, didn't hesitate and punched Crabbe in the stomach with all his might. Crabbe didn't seem to be affected and he raised his fist. No one had time to react before Ron crashed into the ground, blood pouring from his nose. Hermione got back with seven thick volumes just in time to see Harry rush forward and land a punch on Goyle's face. She dropped her books in surprise. Malfoy just laughed as Ron got up but was knocked down again when Harry, winded from a punch in the stomach, flew into him with a swollen lip. Starfire was fuming. She walked menacingly forward, making everyone else go silent with anticipation. Of course, nothing lasts forever.
"Ha! You're going to let a girl fight your battles, Potter?" Starfire's eyes turned glowing green. Her fists glowed with brilliant spheres of lime light.
"I am no ordinary girl. You will not hurt my friends!" At this, she hovered a few feet in the air, making the three offenders back up a step. "HAAA!!" She cried, letting loose a fierce barrage of starbolts. Of course, being Starfire, she didn't want to hurt anyone and purposely let the starbolts hit the ground harmlessly. It had the desired affect, however, and the boys ran off, panic stricken.
Starfire turned back to her friends and grinned sweetly. Harry pushed his glasses back onto his nose and helped Ron up. Ron was staring at Starfire with wide eyes.
"How did you do that?!" He exclaimed loudly. Starfire blushed as Raven walked up to the boys.
"Righteous fury." She said simply. Her hands then began glowing with an electric blue aura. She continued, "I can heal that."
Harry nodded and Raven momentarily placed her hands over his bottom lip. When she moved them away again, Harry felt his lip and there was nothing there. Raven turned her attention to Ron's steadily bleeding nose and touched it. There was still some blood on his face, but he wiped it away with his sleeve. Hermione had stacked the thick volumes into eight towering stacks for each of them. Beastboy had a slight look of confusion on his face.
"Hey, they look a lot like... arch enemies! Yeah!" Ron snickered. Harry nodded. Robin picked up one of the stacks and pulled his money sack off of his belt.
"I think we should pay for our books and get out of here." He said, nodding his head toward an angry looking cashier. Every muttered in agreement and lifted their stacks and followed him. The cashier noticed that there wasn't any real damage done, but was still gritting his teeth as he told them that each person needed to pay nine galleons, fourteen sickles, and twelve knuts.
After everyone had paid and added their books to the full bag of robes, the teens set off back up Diagon alley to the leaky cauldron to drop off their school things so that they could explore Diagon Alley without the hindrance of their heavy sacks.
Well, that is everything I've pre written in my month of being grounded! It's pretty long, I know, but I'm sure its good. I loved the summary and I'm not afraid to admit that I liked it partially cuz I wrote it! Anyway, I want a nice vote for pairings, as you can see there aren't many yet. OK, the given pairing that I will do no matter what anyone says is Rob/Star. Vote in your reveiw, please! just put your letter(s) for your favorite couplings!
(there are some that i won't do.)
a) Herm/Ron
b) Rae/Harry
c) herm/rob/star this would not be major at all. It will be very subtle.
d) bb/herm i don't know if i will do this at all. maybe if i get enough fans of this couple...
e) insert your own here. (don't be offended if i reject it and go throw up)
THERE WILL BE NO SLASH, INCEST, YURI, OR... any other sick stuff.
and now for something that is very fun to say out loud!
"You are my sick, demented little friend's sick demented mind!"
XD
