Title: Just 1 little change.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters aren't mine, ok? So if the do anything naughty, sue J.K. Rowling, not me!
A/N Sorry this took so long to get up. I went on vacation, then ff.net was down, then I had camp... I was just very busy. This chapter was going to be the action chapter, but I'm afraid that will have to wait until next chapter. This chapter Harry buys his supplies and gets his wand. It builds the tension. Don't worry the exciting chapter will be the next one. That one will have action and you-know-who. (scary!) PLEASE R&R!
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Harry and Mrs. Bradshaw followed the Professor out the door. They went into what appeared to be a dead end. The only things in sight were some trashcans and a brick wall. Harry and Mrs. Bradshaw looked questioningly at each other, then looked over to their leader. Professor Quirrell was standing by the wall, seemingly counting bricks. Harry stared at him, wondering if there was something else wrong with Quirrell besides his stutter. Suddenly Quirrell tapped a brick right above one of the trashcans and what happened next convinced Harry this was indeed a wizard. The wall began to change, shift. The bricks moved over and there became a kind of doorway. Quirrell looked behind him to make sure Harry and Mrs. Bradshaw were still there and stepped through the hole.
Harry looked at the wall hesitantly, as if he was afraid it would close on him, but stepped resoundly through as well. Mrs. Bradshaw took a deep breath, even though it smelled like garbage, and walked through also. When she looked back there was a brick wall again, seemingly totally solid.
Harry looked around him in awe. Here, behind a little pub was a whole city, bustling with people. It had the same busy feeling of a regular city, but other than that comparing them would be like comparing a needle to a knife. There were people everywhere. Customers, almost all in robes of some sort. There were little stores everywhere. Harry looked about seeing tons of stuff he could never have imagined. There was an owlery with many owl cages inside, another pub selling butterbeer, a candy shop with Every-flavor-beans and cockroach clusters, a Quidditch Supply shop selling many different brooms including the Nimbus 2000. Harry wished he had 10 more eyes. He looked around, noticing Quirrell wasn't stopping at any stores they needed to go to.
"Quirrell, where are we going first?"
Quirrell looked at him and smiled nervously,
"W-we need t-to g-go to Gring-g-ots a w-wizarding b-bank. W-we are g-going to get y-your money P-Potter." Then he added
"B-be c-careful not t-to upset an-any of the, um, w-workers Harry."
"Why?" Harry asked, curious.
"G-goblins d-don't fancy b-being u-upset." Quirrell said with a slight smile.
Harry heard Mrs. Bradshaw gasp, but she kept on going.
The party of three walked up to the bank, a huge white building that looked like a cross between a castle and a hospital to Harry. There standing by the door was 2 goblins. They were short and had pale green skin. Both sported identical beards and wore red and gold clothing. They had long thin fingers and toes and bowed to the group and slowly opened the big, heavy looking doors with hardly any effort.
Mrs. Bradshaw nodded and looked nervously at them, but walked through the doors. Inside there were many goblins at desks, writing it large books, exchanging money, talking with wizards. Quirrell led them up to one on the far side and nervously pulled out a little key from his pocket said to the goblin, "T-the P-Potters v-vault p-please." The goblin picked up the key and looked at it suspiciously, then said in a gravely voice, "That looks like its in order." He led them to some stairs and into a narrow passageway lit only by torches. Harry was a little surprised, expecting him to lead them to another bright, white room with little vaults. Instead they were lead to a big dark room that reminded Harry of a mine, especially when a little cart zoomed up to them on tracks. The goblin motioned them in, then stepped in with them and started it up.
They zoomed through passageways and down tunnels so fast Harry could hardly see them. Once they plunged down a hill, making Mrs. Bradshaw actually scream in fright. Harry looked over at her and saw that she was very green. He himself though couldn't have loved the ride more, it was faster even then a roller coaster!
Suddenly they came to a stop in front of a big vault. The goblin motioned them out again and walked up to the door, followed by Harry and a sick-looking old lady and professor. The goblin took out the key and stuck it in the lock saying,
"Potter's vault 175. Please hurry up."
Harry walked in the vault and stopped dead in his tracks, stunned. There, piled high was money. Piles of gold coins almost touched the ceiling, silver was stacked in corners and little bronze coins filled many chests. He looked at Quirrell and said rather foolishly
"Um, do I really have lots of money or does it take lots of coins to buy something?"
Quirrell looked at him strangely and told him quietly that he had the most money he had ever seen and two gold coins could buy you a meal easily. Harry looked at all the money again, very impressed. His parents must have been even more powerful then he thought to have made this much money!
"How many silver ones are in a gold?" He asked Quirrell.
"There are 17 sickles, silver ones, to a Galleon, gold ones, and 29 knuts, bronze, to a sickle." Quirrell explained stuttering a little.
Harry tried to remember this and scooped some money into his backpack, then turned to go. Suddenly he remembered Mrs. Bradshaw, he had to give her some also, after all she was fairly poor and could use some more money badly, her medicine seemed to eat it all up. Harry tried to offer some to her, but Mrs. Bradshaw refused quite strongly and walked out the door. Harry shrugged and resolved to buy her a table for Christmas; after all he had enough money.
Harry nodded his to the goblin to tell him he was done and followed Quirrell out the door. The goblin led them to the cart again. Mrs. Bradshaw looked as though she was going to refuse to go in, but decided better of it when she saw the look the goblin was giving her.
After the fast ride with Mrs. Bradshaw screaming 3 times and Quirrell looking very sick indeed Harry and the grown-ups stepped out of the bank again and into the sunlight.
They went around, getting a cauldron from a tired looking wizard standing under a sign saying 'Cauldrons-All sizes; Copper, brass, gold, pewter and collapsible. Mrs. Bradshaw had to talk Harry out of buying a gold one along with the help of Quirrell who had told Harry he would be the only one with a gold one. Harry finally gave up after hearing that and got a normal pewter one.
They got his potion supplies out of a shop labeled Apothecary, dragon livers, bats eyes, beetle wings and more! Although it stank like hell in there, the unusual things made more than up for it.
Then they bought all Harry's books at a little shop called 'Flourish and Blots.' Mrs. Bradshaw and Harry found a book on curses and Quirrell had to drag them away because they were trying to find a good enough curse for Dudley.
Next they went into the owlery. Harry was very excited, ever since he had seen that owl that took the letter back to Hogwarts Harry had wanted one. He immediately started looking around eagerly. There were thousands of owls, some brown, speckled, black, white, and even some green blue and poka-dotted! (A spell that was not revealed to public.) Harry saw an owl that was up to his knee and an owl as small as his pinky. He was amazed, he couldn't decide what kind he should get. Finally he decided on a Snowy Owl. Slowly Harry walked up and down the rows of Snowy Owls, looking at each one. Although they were all Snowy Owls on closer inspection they looked very different. Some were grayer and had more black dots and some had no black spots and were a pure white color. Also they acted very different. One he saw snapped at him viciously from his perch and another seemed almost drunk and almost fell when Harry touched him softly. Finally Harry found the perfect one. It was snowy white with hardly any black dots and looked at Harry curiously when he stopped in front of him. The owl seemed cautious of Harry at first and wouldn't let him touch her feathers, but after Harry made it clear that he meant no harm the little owl let him pet his wings and even hooted softly. Harry smiled and thought to himself, 'Smart bird. Keeps her guard until she knows you. Seems a little like me.' Harry quickly bought the bird and walked out into the sunshine again.
After that they stopped at Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions. A nice and rather plump lady greeted them kindly and said to Harry, "Hogwarts honey?" Harry nodded, "well come with me, I am fitting another boy right now." Harry followed her into a small room where another boy was standing, getting fitted also. Harry stepped up onto the stool Malkin had directed him to and looked at the boy. He had wavy black hair that was cut rather long and rather pale skin. His skin, in Harry's opinion, made him look like a vampire. His eyes were a dull brown and he had a rather pinched face and a sour expression. Harry decided that if his looks were anything to go by Harry didn't like him all that much. HE decided to try to be friendly at first at least though. After all, he shouldn't make enemies before he ever even got into school, should he?
Harry looked at the boy, trying to think of something to say. Finally he said lamely,
"Hi, I'm Harry."
"Blaise." Said the kid, looking nervous.
"So you are going to Hogwarts also?"
The boy looked at him strangely and said,
"Yes-er-what house do you want to be in?"
Harry looked at the kid, what did he mean, house?
"I'm sorry, what do you mean by house?" Harry said, still trying to be polite.
Immediately the boys face turned from a scared, nervous face to a sneering one.
"So you're a mud-blood are you?" The boy said. He seemed all the sudden sure of himself, as if he thought he was better than Harry.
"What do you mean, mud-blood?" Harry said, making a desperate attempt to steer the conversation from a fight.
"You are a mud-blood. A kid who's parents are muggles. A wizard who is a wizard by accident." He said with a even bigger sneer.
Harry looked at the kid coolly, knowing for certain he didn't like this kid. He quickly wiped all emotion off of his face, a trick that always worked on scaring Dudley, and looked stonily at the boy. Blaise seemed to turn back into the nervous boy Harry first saw, but then he braced himself and looked back at Harry.
"Well mudblood, there is one house you wont get into, Slytheren. That house is for pure-bloods only. We cant have any mud-bloods there!"
Harry looked at the boy, unfazed. The only difference between this kid and Dudley is that Dudley was to stupid to use words to hurt someone and Blaise was to weak to beat up Harry. Unfortunately for Harry, he had never dealt with someone who was good at words also, but he was pretty sure he could handle it.
"Um, excuse me," Harry said sarcastically, "But do you know any other words besides mud-blood to call someone? Or are you to afraid to call me a word that would really make me mad?"
"And anyway, according to your description of a mud-blood, I am not a mud-blood. Both my parents were wizards." Harry added
Blaise chose to ignore Harry's first sentence and said sneeringly, although not quite as cockily.
"Oh sure, you are trying to tell me you are not a mud-blood yet you know nothing about Hogwarts, mud-bloods or anything else in the wizard world, please!"
Harry looked at the boy, he obviously wasn't good with verbal threats, all he said to Harry was that he was a mud-blood. He had even turned down Harry's dare to call him more words besides mud-blood. Harry sighed, he was dealing with a complete coward here, or so he thought.
"Look, I live with my adopted mother Mrs. Bradshaw. My parents were wizards killed by the dark lord person. I escaped and was sent to live with muggle's bla bla bla, now do you see you..."
Harry went into a long list of insults using almost all the cuss words he knew. He wanted to see how this boy would react. Probably shrink away.
But Harry never did get to know how the boy reacted because at that moment Madam Malkin finished with Harry and shoed him out of the room. Harry was a little disappointed, but soon perked up. He was getting his wand next! That was what he had been craving to buy since he had seen the list.
Harry followed Quirrell to a small shop called Ollivanders. On the display window was a single wand on a faded, dusty pillow. Slowly Harry walked through the door and looked around. He felt as if he had walked into a very strict library. Harry sat on a skinny chair and looked around. There seemed to be no one here. The walls were lined with small skinny boxes and there were many boxes stacked different places here and there. Suddenly someone spoke making everyone jump, especially Quirrell who almost screamed and broke a wand.
Ollivander looked at Harry solemnly and said, "I've been wondering when you would come here Harry Potter." "You look remarkably like your father. His wand was oak, 13 inch hard with the core of a dragon heart. Very good wand for transfiguration I believe."
Then he looked straight into Harry eyes. Harry was almost mesmerized, Ollivander's eyes were deep and murky. They seemed to swirl with misty fog. Harry couldn't break eye contact, he was totally caught, his mind going almost blank. Suddenly he came back into reality, why had Ollivander's eyes affected him so? He felt like he had been in a deep sleep, a trance.
"And your eyes are just like your mothers, 10 and a quarter inches, willow, long and swishy. Very nice for charm work." Ollivander said quietly. Harry suddenly disliked the man. He had hypnotized him on purpose Harry was sure of it and Harry had a nasty feeling that Ollivander had found all about him with that single, mesmerizing glare. Harry looked back into Ollivander's eyes almost challangingly, and suddenly he was aware, with a sixth sense he didn't know he had that someone was there, an evil power that seemed to soak all feeling from Harry. The room was blurry and someone was laughing, cold, heartless. Someone was looking for him. They were going to kill him...
Suddenly it stopped, Harry looked around the room, it was perfectly normal, nothing looked out of the ordinary. Harry shrugged mentally. Then Ollivander touched Harry's scar softly with his fingers, looking into Harry's eyes again and said quietly "And I sold the wand that did that also. 13 and a half inches. Yew. A very powerful wand that one. Very powerful indeed. I would have never of sold it if I had known..."
Harry gulped, fear suddenly spreading through him. He knew that laugh, the feeling of danger and something inside him told him who it was. Voldemort was back. Harry forced himself back to reality and the feeling was gone. Harry suddenly realized how foolish he was, being so scared of nothing. He looked at Ollivander. The man walked towards the back of the room, grabbing a tape measure. "Harry, which is your wand hand?"
"Er-I'm right-handed."
The tape measure started measuring his arm, then his head, then his pinky...then in between his nostrils? Suddenly Harry realized it was measuring by itself, Ollivander was in the back, gathering boxes from around the room. He came back over and looked at the tape measure and said
"That's enough."
The tape measure fell to the ground. Mr. Ollivander took a wand out of its box and handed it to Harry saying
"Alright Mr. Potter. Try this one Beachwood, 11 and a quarter inches with unicorn hair, very flexible. Just wave it in the air."
Harry did, feeling very foolish. Mr. Ollivander took it away quickly.
"No then try this one. Yew, 14 inches with dragon heartstring."
Hardly had Harry lifted his hand when Mr. Ollivander snatched in out again and replaced it with a new one. And another one. Soon there were boxes strewn all around the floor, but Harry was still wandless.
Mrs. Ollivander seemed to get more excited by the minute though,
"Hard customer are you then?" He cried gleefully, "well don't worry, we will find one for you yet."
"I wonder now...yes-why not. It can't hurt, unusual combination-Holly and phoenix feather, 11 inches, nice and supple. Try this one"
Harry took the wand. Suddenly he felt a strange warmth in his fingers. He also felt danger again. Horrible danger. He waved the wand brought it swooshing down. A red light shot out of it, straight at professor Quirrell. Quirrell ducked quickly and it shot over his head and hit the wall behind him. Harry was shocked. He felt when he was holding the wand that Quirrell was dangerous, ominous. He shook his head and handed the wand to Ollivander. Ollivander looked at Harry strangely. "Curious...very curious. How very odd." Ollivander muttered to himself as he put the wand back in its case. "Very interesting. Yes very indeed." He said as he wrapped the wand in brown paper. "Curious...curious, strange..."
"excuse me sir but /what/ is curious?!" Harry said finally, tired of waiting.
Ollivander came up to Harry again and looked straight into his eyes. Harry forced himself not to look away.
"Mr. Potter I remember every wand I have ever sold and where it came from. This wand you have was a very strange combination and hardly any other wands were made from these ingredients. The phoenix whose feather is in the heart of your wand gave only one other feather. It to was used to make the only other duplicate of this wand here. Its brother Harry Potter... its brother gave you that scar."
Harry heard Mrs. Bradshaw gasp and stared at Ollivander. Ollivander continued.
"Yes Harry, its brother gave you that scar. You will be very powerful Harry. Very powerful indeed. Even now at a very young age you showed it. Everyone I have ever seen been given a wand has shot sparks. Some red, some gold, some purple depending on their strengths and personalities. Harry you shot a pure red light. There has been no one who has done that, but red means power. Your wand is powerful Harry. After all its brother was powerful. Wicked-evil, yes, but powerful..."
Harry swallowed and quietly paid Ollivander 7 Galleons. Mrs. Bradshaw smiled at him rather weakly and walked out the door. Harry looked at Ollivander, then walked out also. What Harry didn't realize though was that Quirrell stayed behind until Harry was out the door, then slowly followed behind Harry...
Harry thought about what Ollivander had said, "After all its brother was powerful, evil yes...but powerful." Harry shuttered, for when he heard Ollivander say that he could of sworn someone else was there laughing horribly. And he had heard that laugh before. In his nightmare's along with a green flash...
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A/N: What will happen next?! Harry is powerful. Oh and in case you were wondering why Harry shot a red light instead of sparks like he did in the book. He sensed danger remember? And that made him more powerful. The next chapter will be exciting, I promise! And I think I will get it up within 24 hours of this one so keep checking! Thanks to all my reviewers!
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters aren't mine, ok? So if the do anything naughty, sue J.K. Rowling, not me!
A/N Sorry this took so long to get up. I went on vacation, then ff.net was down, then I had camp... I was just very busy. This chapter was going to be the action chapter, but I'm afraid that will have to wait until next chapter. This chapter Harry buys his supplies and gets his wand. It builds the tension. Don't worry the exciting chapter will be the next one. That one will have action and you-know-who. (scary!) PLEASE R&R!
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Harry and Mrs. Bradshaw followed the Professor out the door. They went into what appeared to be a dead end. The only things in sight were some trashcans and a brick wall. Harry and Mrs. Bradshaw looked questioningly at each other, then looked over to their leader. Professor Quirrell was standing by the wall, seemingly counting bricks. Harry stared at him, wondering if there was something else wrong with Quirrell besides his stutter. Suddenly Quirrell tapped a brick right above one of the trashcans and what happened next convinced Harry this was indeed a wizard. The wall began to change, shift. The bricks moved over and there became a kind of doorway. Quirrell looked behind him to make sure Harry and Mrs. Bradshaw were still there and stepped through the hole.
Harry looked at the wall hesitantly, as if he was afraid it would close on him, but stepped resoundly through as well. Mrs. Bradshaw took a deep breath, even though it smelled like garbage, and walked through also. When she looked back there was a brick wall again, seemingly totally solid.
Harry looked around him in awe. Here, behind a little pub was a whole city, bustling with people. It had the same busy feeling of a regular city, but other than that comparing them would be like comparing a needle to a knife. There were people everywhere. Customers, almost all in robes of some sort. There were little stores everywhere. Harry looked about seeing tons of stuff he could never have imagined. There was an owlery with many owl cages inside, another pub selling butterbeer, a candy shop with Every-flavor-beans and cockroach clusters, a Quidditch Supply shop selling many different brooms including the Nimbus 2000. Harry wished he had 10 more eyes. He looked around, noticing Quirrell wasn't stopping at any stores they needed to go to.
"Quirrell, where are we going first?"
Quirrell looked at him and smiled nervously,
"W-we need t-to g-go to Gring-g-ots a w-wizarding b-bank. W-we are g-going to get y-your money P-Potter." Then he added
"B-be c-careful not t-to upset an-any of the, um, w-workers Harry."
"Why?" Harry asked, curious.
"G-goblins d-don't fancy b-being u-upset." Quirrell said with a slight smile.
Harry heard Mrs. Bradshaw gasp, but she kept on going.
The party of three walked up to the bank, a huge white building that looked like a cross between a castle and a hospital to Harry. There standing by the door was 2 goblins. They were short and had pale green skin. Both sported identical beards and wore red and gold clothing. They had long thin fingers and toes and bowed to the group and slowly opened the big, heavy looking doors with hardly any effort.
Mrs. Bradshaw nodded and looked nervously at them, but walked through the doors. Inside there were many goblins at desks, writing it large books, exchanging money, talking with wizards. Quirrell led them up to one on the far side and nervously pulled out a little key from his pocket said to the goblin, "T-the P-Potters v-vault p-please." The goblin picked up the key and looked at it suspiciously, then said in a gravely voice, "That looks like its in order." He led them to some stairs and into a narrow passageway lit only by torches. Harry was a little surprised, expecting him to lead them to another bright, white room with little vaults. Instead they were lead to a big dark room that reminded Harry of a mine, especially when a little cart zoomed up to them on tracks. The goblin motioned them in, then stepped in with them and started it up.
They zoomed through passageways and down tunnels so fast Harry could hardly see them. Once they plunged down a hill, making Mrs. Bradshaw actually scream in fright. Harry looked over at her and saw that she was very green. He himself though couldn't have loved the ride more, it was faster even then a roller coaster!
Suddenly they came to a stop in front of a big vault. The goblin motioned them out again and walked up to the door, followed by Harry and a sick-looking old lady and professor. The goblin took out the key and stuck it in the lock saying,
"Potter's vault 175. Please hurry up."
Harry walked in the vault and stopped dead in his tracks, stunned. There, piled high was money. Piles of gold coins almost touched the ceiling, silver was stacked in corners and little bronze coins filled many chests. He looked at Quirrell and said rather foolishly
"Um, do I really have lots of money or does it take lots of coins to buy something?"
Quirrell looked at him strangely and told him quietly that he had the most money he had ever seen and two gold coins could buy you a meal easily. Harry looked at all the money again, very impressed. His parents must have been even more powerful then he thought to have made this much money!
"How many silver ones are in a gold?" He asked Quirrell.
"There are 17 sickles, silver ones, to a Galleon, gold ones, and 29 knuts, bronze, to a sickle." Quirrell explained stuttering a little.
Harry tried to remember this and scooped some money into his backpack, then turned to go. Suddenly he remembered Mrs. Bradshaw, he had to give her some also, after all she was fairly poor and could use some more money badly, her medicine seemed to eat it all up. Harry tried to offer some to her, but Mrs. Bradshaw refused quite strongly and walked out the door. Harry shrugged and resolved to buy her a table for Christmas; after all he had enough money.
Harry nodded his to the goblin to tell him he was done and followed Quirrell out the door. The goblin led them to the cart again. Mrs. Bradshaw looked as though she was going to refuse to go in, but decided better of it when she saw the look the goblin was giving her.
After the fast ride with Mrs. Bradshaw screaming 3 times and Quirrell looking very sick indeed Harry and the grown-ups stepped out of the bank again and into the sunlight.
They went around, getting a cauldron from a tired looking wizard standing under a sign saying 'Cauldrons-All sizes; Copper, brass, gold, pewter and collapsible. Mrs. Bradshaw had to talk Harry out of buying a gold one along with the help of Quirrell who had told Harry he would be the only one with a gold one. Harry finally gave up after hearing that and got a normal pewter one.
They got his potion supplies out of a shop labeled Apothecary, dragon livers, bats eyes, beetle wings and more! Although it stank like hell in there, the unusual things made more than up for it.
Then they bought all Harry's books at a little shop called 'Flourish and Blots.' Mrs. Bradshaw and Harry found a book on curses and Quirrell had to drag them away because they were trying to find a good enough curse for Dudley.
Next they went into the owlery. Harry was very excited, ever since he had seen that owl that took the letter back to Hogwarts Harry had wanted one. He immediately started looking around eagerly. There were thousands of owls, some brown, speckled, black, white, and even some green blue and poka-dotted! (A spell that was not revealed to public.) Harry saw an owl that was up to his knee and an owl as small as his pinky. He was amazed, he couldn't decide what kind he should get. Finally he decided on a Snowy Owl. Slowly Harry walked up and down the rows of Snowy Owls, looking at each one. Although they were all Snowy Owls on closer inspection they looked very different. Some were grayer and had more black dots and some had no black spots and were a pure white color. Also they acted very different. One he saw snapped at him viciously from his perch and another seemed almost drunk and almost fell when Harry touched him softly. Finally Harry found the perfect one. It was snowy white with hardly any black dots and looked at Harry curiously when he stopped in front of him. The owl seemed cautious of Harry at first and wouldn't let him touch her feathers, but after Harry made it clear that he meant no harm the little owl let him pet his wings and even hooted softly. Harry smiled and thought to himself, 'Smart bird. Keeps her guard until she knows you. Seems a little like me.' Harry quickly bought the bird and walked out into the sunshine again.
After that they stopped at Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions. A nice and rather plump lady greeted them kindly and said to Harry, "Hogwarts honey?" Harry nodded, "well come with me, I am fitting another boy right now." Harry followed her into a small room where another boy was standing, getting fitted also. Harry stepped up onto the stool Malkin had directed him to and looked at the boy. He had wavy black hair that was cut rather long and rather pale skin. His skin, in Harry's opinion, made him look like a vampire. His eyes were a dull brown and he had a rather pinched face and a sour expression. Harry decided that if his looks were anything to go by Harry didn't like him all that much. HE decided to try to be friendly at first at least though. After all, he shouldn't make enemies before he ever even got into school, should he?
Harry looked at the boy, trying to think of something to say. Finally he said lamely,
"Hi, I'm Harry."
"Blaise." Said the kid, looking nervous.
"So you are going to Hogwarts also?"
The boy looked at him strangely and said,
"Yes-er-what house do you want to be in?"
Harry looked at the kid, what did he mean, house?
"I'm sorry, what do you mean by house?" Harry said, still trying to be polite.
Immediately the boys face turned from a scared, nervous face to a sneering one.
"So you're a mud-blood are you?" The boy said. He seemed all the sudden sure of himself, as if he thought he was better than Harry.
"What do you mean, mud-blood?" Harry said, making a desperate attempt to steer the conversation from a fight.
"You are a mud-blood. A kid who's parents are muggles. A wizard who is a wizard by accident." He said with a even bigger sneer.
Harry looked at the kid coolly, knowing for certain he didn't like this kid. He quickly wiped all emotion off of his face, a trick that always worked on scaring Dudley, and looked stonily at the boy. Blaise seemed to turn back into the nervous boy Harry first saw, but then he braced himself and looked back at Harry.
"Well mudblood, there is one house you wont get into, Slytheren. That house is for pure-bloods only. We cant have any mud-bloods there!"
Harry looked at the boy, unfazed. The only difference between this kid and Dudley is that Dudley was to stupid to use words to hurt someone and Blaise was to weak to beat up Harry. Unfortunately for Harry, he had never dealt with someone who was good at words also, but he was pretty sure he could handle it.
"Um, excuse me," Harry said sarcastically, "But do you know any other words besides mud-blood to call someone? Or are you to afraid to call me a word that would really make me mad?"
"And anyway, according to your description of a mud-blood, I am not a mud-blood. Both my parents were wizards." Harry added
Blaise chose to ignore Harry's first sentence and said sneeringly, although not quite as cockily.
"Oh sure, you are trying to tell me you are not a mud-blood yet you know nothing about Hogwarts, mud-bloods or anything else in the wizard world, please!"
Harry looked at the boy, he obviously wasn't good with verbal threats, all he said to Harry was that he was a mud-blood. He had even turned down Harry's dare to call him more words besides mud-blood. Harry sighed, he was dealing with a complete coward here, or so he thought.
"Look, I live with my adopted mother Mrs. Bradshaw. My parents were wizards killed by the dark lord person. I escaped and was sent to live with muggle's bla bla bla, now do you see you..."
Harry went into a long list of insults using almost all the cuss words he knew. He wanted to see how this boy would react. Probably shrink away.
But Harry never did get to know how the boy reacted because at that moment Madam Malkin finished with Harry and shoed him out of the room. Harry was a little disappointed, but soon perked up. He was getting his wand next! That was what he had been craving to buy since he had seen the list.
Harry followed Quirrell to a small shop called Ollivanders. On the display window was a single wand on a faded, dusty pillow. Slowly Harry walked through the door and looked around. He felt as if he had walked into a very strict library. Harry sat on a skinny chair and looked around. There seemed to be no one here. The walls were lined with small skinny boxes and there were many boxes stacked different places here and there. Suddenly someone spoke making everyone jump, especially Quirrell who almost screamed and broke a wand.
Ollivander looked at Harry solemnly and said, "I've been wondering when you would come here Harry Potter." "You look remarkably like your father. His wand was oak, 13 inch hard with the core of a dragon heart. Very good wand for transfiguration I believe."
Then he looked straight into Harry eyes. Harry was almost mesmerized, Ollivander's eyes were deep and murky. They seemed to swirl with misty fog. Harry couldn't break eye contact, he was totally caught, his mind going almost blank. Suddenly he came back into reality, why had Ollivander's eyes affected him so? He felt like he had been in a deep sleep, a trance.
"And your eyes are just like your mothers, 10 and a quarter inches, willow, long and swishy. Very nice for charm work." Ollivander said quietly. Harry suddenly disliked the man. He had hypnotized him on purpose Harry was sure of it and Harry had a nasty feeling that Ollivander had found all about him with that single, mesmerizing glare. Harry looked back into Ollivander's eyes almost challangingly, and suddenly he was aware, with a sixth sense he didn't know he had that someone was there, an evil power that seemed to soak all feeling from Harry. The room was blurry and someone was laughing, cold, heartless. Someone was looking for him. They were going to kill him...
Suddenly it stopped, Harry looked around the room, it was perfectly normal, nothing looked out of the ordinary. Harry shrugged mentally. Then Ollivander touched Harry's scar softly with his fingers, looking into Harry's eyes again and said quietly "And I sold the wand that did that also. 13 and a half inches. Yew. A very powerful wand that one. Very powerful indeed. I would have never of sold it if I had known..."
Harry gulped, fear suddenly spreading through him. He knew that laugh, the feeling of danger and something inside him told him who it was. Voldemort was back. Harry forced himself back to reality and the feeling was gone. Harry suddenly realized how foolish he was, being so scared of nothing. He looked at Ollivander. The man walked towards the back of the room, grabbing a tape measure. "Harry, which is your wand hand?"
"Er-I'm right-handed."
The tape measure started measuring his arm, then his head, then his pinky...then in between his nostrils? Suddenly Harry realized it was measuring by itself, Ollivander was in the back, gathering boxes from around the room. He came back over and looked at the tape measure and said
"That's enough."
The tape measure fell to the ground. Mr. Ollivander took a wand out of its box and handed it to Harry saying
"Alright Mr. Potter. Try this one Beachwood, 11 and a quarter inches with unicorn hair, very flexible. Just wave it in the air."
Harry did, feeling very foolish. Mr. Ollivander took it away quickly.
"No then try this one. Yew, 14 inches with dragon heartstring."
Hardly had Harry lifted his hand when Mr. Ollivander snatched in out again and replaced it with a new one. And another one. Soon there were boxes strewn all around the floor, but Harry was still wandless.
Mrs. Ollivander seemed to get more excited by the minute though,
"Hard customer are you then?" He cried gleefully, "well don't worry, we will find one for you yet."
"I wonder now...yes-why not. It can't hurt, unusual combination-Holly and phoenix feather, 11 inches, nice and supple. Try this one"
Harry took the wand. Suddenly he felt a strange warmth in his fingers. He also felt danger again. Horrible danger. He waved the wand brought it swooshing down. A red light shot out of it, straight at professor Quirrell. Quirrell ducked quickly and it shot over his head and hit the wall behind him. Harry was shocked. He felt when he was holding the wand that Quirrell was dangerous, ominous. He shook his head and handed the wand to Ollivander. Ollivander looked at Harry strangely. "Curious...very curious. How very odd." Ollivander muttered to himself as he put the wand back in its case. "Very interesting. Yes very indeed." He said as he wrapped the wand in brown paper. "Curious...curious, strange..."
"excuse me sir but /what/ is curious?!" Harry said finally, tired of waiting.
Ollivander came up to Harry again and looked straight into his eyes. Harry forced himself not to look away.
"Mr. Potter I remember every wand I have ever sold and where it came from. This wand you have was a very strange combination and hardly any other wands were made from these ingredients. The phoenix whose feather is in the heart of your wand gave only one other feather. It to was used to make the only other duplicate of this wand here. Its brother Harry Potter... its brother gave you that scar."
Harry heard Mrs. Bradshaw gasp and stared at Ollivander. Ollivander continued.
"Yes Harry, its brother gave you that scar. You will be very powerful Harry. Very powerful indeed. Even now at a very young age you showed it. Everyone I have ever seen been given a wand has shot sparks. Some red, some gold, some purple depending on their strengths and personalities. Harry you shot a pure red light. There has been no one who has done that, but red means power. Your wand is powerful Harry. After all its brother was powerful. Wicked-evil, yes, but powerful..."
Harry swallowed and quietly paid Ollivander 7 Galleons. Mrs. Bradshaw smiled at him rather weakly and walked out the door. Harry looked at Ollivander, then walked out also. What Harry didn't realize though was that Quirrell stayed behind until Harry was out the door, then slowly followed behind Harry...
Harry thought about what Ollivander had said, "After all its brother was powerful, evil yes...but powerful." Harry shuttered, for when he heard Ollivander say that he could of sworn someone else was there laughing horribly. And he had heard that laugh before. In his nightmare's along with a green flash...
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A/N: What will happen next?! Harry is powerful. Oh and in case you were wondering why Harry shot a red light instead of sparks like he did in the book. He sensed danger remember? And that made him more powerful. The next chapter will be exciting, I promise! And I think I will get it up within 24 hours of this one so keep checking! Thanks to all my reviewers!