The shop was lined with robes of every, shape, and color. A squat, but friendly looking witch. Before either one could speak, she asked, "Hogwarts?" They nodded.
"This way," she said as she led them to the back of the shop. "Got another boy being fitted up right now." The boy being fitted was extremely pale, even his hair was a pale silvery blonde, and had a pointed face. He looked quite bored though.
Harry hopped up on the other stool and the boy took notice while Madam Malkin began pinning up Harry's robe. "Hello," he said. "Hogwarts too?" Greyson paid little attention as the boy began carrying on a rather one sided conversation with Harry, at least until the boy thought Hagrid was some kind of servant and the conversation just seemed to keep getting worse. Honestly, the more Draco drawled on, the more it aggravated Greyson as he seemed to be upsetting his brother and insulting Hagrid all at once. He must have really been the proud stupid sort.
"All done, deary," Madam Malkin told Harry, who gladly hopped off the stool.
"I'll be outside with Hagrid," Harry told Greyson, who was now in a rather foul, if not down mood.
Greyson got up on the stool next and looked at the boy. "You really should learn to think before you open your mouth," Greyson told him coolly. "You never know when you're speaking to someone important. Or even muggle born."
"Oh, you're one of those sorts then?" the boy said, sneering.
"I never said that," Greyson said. "But I do know you upset my brother and insulted Hagrid. Besides, our surname is Potter, not that you bothered to learn that before insulting our mum." Greyson looked at and was glad to see that he had taken the boy off guard.
"Malfoy," he said, returning the name despite not apologizing, but he saw the light pink flush of his cheeks and knew that Malfoy recognized his mistake. "Draco Malfoy."
"Well, Draco," Greyson said as Malkin finished with Malfoy's robes. "I suppose we will be seeing you at Hogwarts." Draco didn't reply as he left the shop. Greyson watched him leave as he waited for Madam Malkin to finish with his robes before going out to see his brother and Hagrid.
Greyson frowned as his brother was still upset about the whole issue in the robe shop while they ate their ice creams of chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts. He even lied to Hagrid about anything bothering him. Honestly, to Greyson at least, Harry was a horrid liar. He always picked at something when he lied. This time it was the bits of chopped nuts on his ice cream cone.
Greyson did manage to cheer him up with some cool color changing ink that they bought three bottles of and another twenty or so other bottles of different colors, which they enjoyed picking out. Greyson even managed to find one in a lovely maroon color for Harry and a beautiful turquoise one for himself.
"Hagrid, what's quidditch?" Harry asked Hagrid as they left, remembering their whole interaction with Draco again. Greyson looked up at Hagrid wanting to know the answer to the question as well, despite the rather unpleasant source the question came from.
"Blimey," Hagrid said. "Keep forgettin' how little ye two know."
"Don't remind me," Harry said glumly before telling Hagrid all about Malfoy.
"Yer not from some muggle family," Hagrid said angrily. "Why if he knew who he was talkin' to, he'd be eatin' his words and if he really was from a wizard family, then he grew up knowin' yer name."
"Don't worry Harry," Greyson smiled at his brother. "I'm sure you'll show him how great you are at school. I already know it and we didn't even know we were wizards."
Harry rolled his eyes, but did crack a smile at Greyson's ridiculousness. "But what are Slytherin and Hufflepuff?" Harry asked.
"Those are the school houses," Hagrid said. "There's four, but everyone says Hufflepuff is full of a bunch o' duffers but-"
Harry cut him off and became down once more as he got inside his own head. "Bet I'll be in Hufflepuff."
"Better Hufflepuff than Slytherin," Hagrid said. "Not a single witch or wizard who went bad that wasn't in Slytherin."
"Well, Slytherin or Hufflepuff would be lucky to have Harry," Greyson said matter of factly.
They went on through the day buying their supplies, which was rather fun as every store was interesting and had something to look at. Greyson even got an extra book about werewolves, though Hagrid had to stop Harry from getting a book about jinxes.
"Alrigh'," Hagrid said. "All that's left is yer wands. And the only place to go is Ollivander's." Greyson and Harry were both eager about it. But as they started in the direction of the wand shop, Hagrid paused. "I haven't gotten either of ye a birthday present."
"Hagrid, you don't have to," Harry said. "Besides Greyson and Mrs. Figg got me plenty of candy for my birthday."
"Mm-hmm," Greyson agreed. "Same for mine. Penny sweets and a chocolate bar."
"Penny sweets?" Hagrid questioned outraged. "Fer yer eleventh? Nonsense. Ya have te get a present worthy for turnin' eleven."
Greyson frowned. "Like what?"
Hagrid frowned before smilin' brightly. "I know, I'll get ya each an owl. Darn useful too. Sending and bringing ya mail. Every kid wants themselves an owl."
Greyson shook his head before smiling. "Alright, Hagrid," Greyson accepting the gift, only because Hagrid seemed so happy about buying them the owls more than anything he'd seen out of the man so far. Harry on the other hand tried to dissuade Hagrid as he headed to a shop called Eeylop's Owl Emporium.
Greyson enjoyed the cool dark of the shop instead of the bright warmth of the outside. The shop was full of rustling feathers and soft hoots. He smiled looking at all the types of owls. Harry quickly found a beautiful snowy white owl. Greyson spent a little longer looking for his.
Eventually he saw a small brown, black, and white screech owl with wide inquisitive silver and black eyes. He smiled softly at it and gently put a hand out, which the owl nuzzled before giving a small hoot. "You'll be coming home with me," Greyson told the owl. He gently picked up his cage and brought him to the counter with Harry's.
"Alrigh' now fer yer wands," Hagrid said, leading back in the direction of Ollivanders.
They entered the shop that had rows and rows of bookcases, all of them filled with small rectangular boxes. Even the second floor, from what Greyson could see, had plenty of shelves filled with boxes. The shop was plenty dusty and seemed to never have anyone come in. Hagrid moved to sit in a worn chair in the corner of the shop with a hearty grunt.
"Good afternoon," a soft voice said. Greyson looked and saw an old man standing suddenly before them. He jumped slightly at the sight, and heard a loud crunch of wood. Hagrid must have been startled with the sound of the poor chair being under the strain of his enormous size.
"Hello," Harry said awkwardly and Greyson just nodded, not trusting himself not to laugh at the expression of exasperation on Hagrid's face as he attempts to extricate himself from the slightly sloping chair.
"Ah, the Potter boys," the man said. Nodding to himself. Despite having no hair upon his face, Greyson felt as though the man would have been twirling his fingers in a beard of grey to match his head of hair. "Thought I'd be seeing the two of you. You both look like your father, though Harry, you have your mother's eyes." He moved closer to examine the two of them and Greyson wished he could disappear from the man's scrutiny. He stepped back to give himself a little distance from the man and watched him cautiously. "It seems like they were just in here yesterday. Your mother's wand was ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Perfect for charm work."
He stepped back, much to Greyson's relief, as he moved to the rows of wands. "Your father on the hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eight inches. Pliable," He said. "Excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it, but really it's the wand that chooses the wizard."
He returned and got close to Harry, their noses almost touching. Greyson watched as his brother stiffened, almost frozen in place, neither sure how to react. "So, that's where..." he said, placing a long white finger on the scar. After a long moment, Mr. Ollivander spoke. "I'm sorry to say that I sold the very wand that did this..." He seemed very distant, as if he was somewhere else.
"If I had only known," he said before he spotted Hagrid and started rattling off about his wand, frowning with an intense look in his direction. "They snapped it when you were expelled, didn't they?"
"Er, yes, sir, they did," Hagrid said and held his tattered pink umbrella tighter to him. "Still got the pieces though."
"You aren't using them, are you?" Mr. Ollivander asked suspiciously.
"No sir, of course not," Hagrid said, though Greyson was skeptical of that answer with how close Hagrid was holding his umbrella, so tight his knuckles were going white.
"Alright, now who's first?" he asked.
"Me," Harry said stepping forward. Mr. Ollivander measured him every which way, as if he was making an outfit for Harry rather than giving him a wand. "Every wand has a magical core, be it unicorn hair, phoenix feather, or dragon heart string. And no two wands are ever alike."
After Harry tried out a couple wands, he finally found one that was perfect. Maple with unicorn hair, thirteen and a quarter inches long, and supple.
"Alright, now, your turn," Ollivander said to Greyson. Once again, Ollivander was measuring him up and down and this way and that before he went and pulled out a wand. After many disastrous attempts, the least of which was a small fire. Greyson lost count after five different wands of how many Mr. Ollivander put in his hand before taking it away to replace with another. Mr. Ollivander frowned.
"Let's try this one," he said. He carefully brought it over to Greyson. "Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple." Greyson reached his hand for it and the moment he touched it, his entire body filled with warmth. It was as if he had been sat in front of the fireplace.
"Curious," Mr. Ollivander said.
"What?" Greyson asked frowning.
"Well, that wand had a brother, as both were made from the feather of the very same phoenix. It's brother is the one that gave young Harry there his scar." Greyson felt a pit form at the bottom of his stomach."But, I believe great things can be expected from both of you." Greyson didn't care much for that information,feeling his insides twist uncomfortably and his mind started to race but he was careful to keep it off his face, not wanting Harry to know or see. He wasn't ready to talk to Harry about that, or ever preferably. But they paid for their wands, a whole fourteen galleons, before heading out.