Disclaimer: This is a fanfic so you know the drill. All the characters
belong to Rowling; all I own is the plot.
Thanx to those who reviewed!: Gallandro-83: I'm not going to say anything about the pairings yet, mostly b/c I'm not sure either, but I can defiantly say that Draco will not be with Ginny. I really hate the Dr/G pairing. Potter-man: Sorry about this, but if you read the summary, the first thing stated is that there will be Slash. Harry/ ? obviously.haven't decided with whom yet.
Chapter 2
Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he stared out the window of Dumbledore's office, waiting. He wished this Dumbledore person would hurry up. Bad enough he was uncomfortable as it is. Harry continued to look outside. It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and there was defiantly a sort of merriment in the air yet Harry didn't share those feeling of joy. He'd only agreed to come because he couldn't stand living with the Dursley's. The longer he stayed with them, the more they loathed him. Dudley liked to get him into trouble with Uncle Vernon, blaming anything on Harry. To him, watching his father yell at Harry was more interesting than any T.V. show. Aunt Petunia wasn't too bad most of the time. She usually only yelled at Harry when she was too lazy to do house work herself, which was all the time. Uncle Vernon.A surge of rage washed over Harry making his blood boil. He was angry and ashamed at the same time. Ashamed of what had happened. No one knew about "it". Uncle Vernon wasn't going to tell anyone, and Harry wasn't about to either. Besides, whom would Harry tell anyway? The only one he even remotely trusted was David. His best friend.Wonder what David would think now he thought, but Harry didn't have time to wonder about that. Dumbledore had just entered the room.
" Good morning Mr. Potter. Lovely day, isn't it?" said Dumbledore cheerfully as he took his seat.
Harry scowled. He still hadn't got over the fact that two total strangers had barged into his room in the middle of the night, when he was busy, to say the least. Dumbledore's cheerfulness however was undaunted.
" Hope you were alright getting here." Dumbledore's tone wavered, " How do you feel Harry? Anything you'd like to know?"
Harry stared at Dumbledore, dumbfounded. He had so many things to ask, so many things to say, but suddenly his mind had gone blank. Harry shook his head, feeling stupider by the second.
" Very well" said Dumbledore nodding slowly, " We will have to see how much you can do. No one has trained a wizard who was so old."
" I'm am not old!" Harry protested feebly, "It can't be that hard"
Dumbledore shrugged in amusement, " Decide for yourself." Dumbledore knitted his eyebrows thoughtfully. " You'll need a wand and robes. Oh yes! You'll also need to visit Gringotts, a wizard bank" he added, " You can go today with Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger. I trust you three will be able to take care of yourselves. Come back on the Hogwarts train. Tomorrow is the first day of school. It was delayed because of all the attacks and parents were worried, but they seemed to be more reassured now, since Voldemort hasn't done anything in months."
Harry nodded not knowing what else to say. This magic business was quite confusing. " Thank you, sir" he said quickly before leaving the room in a hurry.
Harry examined his gold (What strange money they had!) as they entered Ollivander's. A wand shop. Draco strode to the front desk and banged on the bell impatiently. Where the hell was that stupid old fool?, he thought as he hit the bell harder. Hermione glared at him. She's never met a ruder more annoying person in her life.
An old man emerged from the back of the shop. "Welcome to Ollivander's, makers of the finest wands since.since...ah I don't remember, but that's not important." Stepping closer to them he looked them over. " Which one of you will be getting a wand then?" he asked.
"Potter here" said Draco, pointing to Harry with his thumb.
" Come, come in " Mr. Ollivander, pulling Harry further into the dusty old shop. Boxes were stacked everywhere. It was impossible to find the walls anymore. " Stick out your wand arm" he instructed Harry.
Harry stared at him in confusion. " Wand arm?" he asked.
" Yes, the arm you use your wand with. Which arm is it?" said the old man impatiently.
" I don't know!" Harry replied, " I've never had a wand before!"
" Never had a wand before?" Ollivander repeated, " You're far too old to be getting your first wand"
Harry sighed exasperatedly. This was the second old man to tell him that he was old.
" Special case" said Hermione quickly. She and Draco had been instructed to keep the Boy-Who-Lived a secret for now.
The old man nodded as he pulled a wand off the shelf and handed it to Harry. " Try this one" he instructed, " Do a simple summoning spell"
Obediently, Harry took it, and then looked at Draco and Hermione. Summoning spell?
" Point at something and say Accio" Draco hissed into his ear.
Harry pointed the wand at a small book on the front desk, " Accio", and to everyone's surprise, nothing happened.
Mr. Ollivander frowned to himself as he shuffled to the back, returning with another wand. " Try again" he said studying Harry curiously.
Harry shrugged to himself, and pointing to the book again he said " Accio" Yet again, nothing happened.
The old man's eyes shone with excitement as he snatched the wand away from Harry. " Aim your palm toward the book and try the spell again," he said, a grin plastered on his wrinkly face
Harry did as he was told. " Accio" he said, his open palm toward the book. Immediately the book flew off the desk and shot onto his hand. Harry caught it, his green eyes wide in shock.
Draco and Hermione stared as Mr. Ollivander clasped his hands together in excitement, " Its no wonder you never had a wand, my boy! You never needed one. You've been gifted with the ability to perform wandless magic. Now go on, you have no need of my service." With that he ushered them out the door.
After they'd bought Harry new robes, and a uniform, they spent the rest of the day showing him around Diagon Alley. It was getting dark and they'd be needing a place to stay so they headed to they one reliable place they could think of. The Leaky Cauldron.
Thanx to those who reviewed!: Gallandro-83: I'm not going to say anything about the pairings yet, mostly b/c I'm not sure either, but I can defiantly say that Draco will not be with Ginny. I really hate the Dr/G pairing. Potter-man: Sorry about this, but if you read the summary, the first thing stated is that there will be Slash. Harry/ ? obviously.haven't decided with whom yet.
Chapter 2
Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he stared out the window of Dumbledore's office, waiting. He wished this Dumbledore person would hurry up. Bad enough he was uncomfortable as it is. Harry continued to look outside. It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and there was defiantly a sort of merriment in the air yet Harry didn't share those feeling of joy. He'd only agreed to come because he couldn't stand living with the Dursley's. The longer he stayed with them, the more they loathed him. Dudley liked to get him into trouble with Uncle Vernon, blaming anything on Harry. To him, watching his father yell at Harry was more interesting than any T.V. show. Aunt Petunia wasn't too bad most of the time. She usually only yelled at Harry when she was too lazy to do house work herself, which was all the time. Uncle Vernon.A surge of rage washed over Harry making his blood boil. He was angry and ashamed at the same time. Ashamed of what had happened. No one knew about "it". Uncle Vernon wasn't going to tell anyone, and Harry wasn't about to either. Besides, whom would Harry tell anyway? The only one he even remotely trusted was David. His best friend.Wonder what David would think now he thought, but Harry didn't have time to wonder about that. Dumbledore had just entered the room.
" Good morning Mr. Potter. Lovely day, isn't it?" said Dumbledore cheerfully as he took his seat.
Harry scowled. He still hadn't got over the fact that two total strangers had barged into his room in the middle of the night, when he was busy, to say the least. Dumbledore's cheerfulness however was undaunted.
" Hope you were alright getting here." Dumbledore's tone wavered, " How do you feel Harry? Anything you'd like to know?"
Harry stared at Dumbledore, dumbfounded. He had so many things to ask, so many things to say, but suddenly his mind had gone blank. Harry shook his head, feeling stupider by the second.
" Very well" said Dumbledore nodding slowly, " We will have to see how much you can do. No one has trained a wizard who was so old."
" I'm am not old!" Harry protested feebly, "It can't be that hard"
Dumbledore shrugged in amusement, " Decide for yourself." Dumbledore knitted his eyebrows thoughtfully. " You'll need a wand and robes. Oh yes! You'll also need to visit Gringotts, a wizard bank" he added, " You can go today with Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger. I trust you three will be able to take care of yourselves. Come back on the Hogwarts train. Tomorrow is the first day of school. It was delayed because of all the attacks and parents were worried, but they seemed to be more reassured now, since Voldemort hasn't done anything in months."
Harry nodded not knowing what else to say. This magic business was quite confusing. " Thank you, sir" he said quickly before leaving the room in a hurry.
Harry examined his gold (What strange money they had!) as they entered Ollivander's. A wand shop. Draco strode to the front desk and banged on the bell impatiently. Where the hell was that stupid old fool?, he thought as he hit the bell harder. Hermione glared at him. She's never met a ruder more annoying person in her life.
An old man emerged from the back of the shop. "Welcome to Ollivander's, makers of the finest wands since.since...ah I don't remember, but that's not important." Stepping closer to them he looked them over. " Which one of you will be getting a wand then?" he asked.
"Potter here" said Draco, pointing to Harry with his thumb.
" Come, come in " Mr. Ollivander, pulling Harry further into the dusty old shop. Boxes were stacked everywhere. It was impossible to find the walls anymore. " Stick out your wand arm" he instructed Harry.
Harry stared at him in confusion. " Wand arm?" he asked.
" Yes, the arm you use your wand with. Which arm is it?" said the old man impatiently.
" I don't know!" Harry replied, " I've never had a wand before!"
" Never had a wand before?" Ollivander repeated, " You're far too old to be getting your first wand"
Harry sighed exasperatedly. This was the second old man to tell him that he was old.
" Special case" said Hermione quickly. She and Draco had been instructed to keep the Boy-Who-Lived a secret for now.
The old man nodded as he pulled a wand off the shelf and handed it to Harry. " Try this one" he instructed, " Do a simple summoning spell"
Obediently, Harry took it, and then looked at Draco and Hermione. Summoning spell?
" Point at something and say Accio" Draco hissed into his ear.
Harry pointed the wand at a small book on the front desk, " Accio", and to everyone's surprise, nothing happened.
Mr. Ollivander frowned to himself as he shuffled to the back, returning with another wand. " Try again" he said studying Harry curiously.
Harry shrugged to himself, and pointing to the book again he said " Accio" Yet again, nothing happened.
The old man's eyes shone with excitement as he snatched the wand away from Harry. " Aim your palm toward the book and try the spell again," he said, a grin plastered on his wrinkly face
Harry did as he was told. " Accio" he said, his open palm toward the book. Immediately the book flew off the desk and shot onto his hand. Harry caught it, his green eyes wide in shock.
Draco and Hermione stared as Mr. Ollivander clasped his hands together in excitement, " Its no wonder you never had a wand, my boy! You never needed one. You've been gifted with the ability to perform wandless magic. Now go on, you have no need of my service." With that he ushered them out the door.
After they'd bought Harry new robes, and a uniform, they spent the rest of the day showing him around Diagon Alley. It was getting dark and they'd be needing a place to stay so they headed to they one reliable place they could think of. The Leaky Cauldron.