Title: Romance Shmomance
Part Two: Diagon Alley
Author: Fire Fairy
Disclaimer: Everyone who owns Harry Potter has tons more money and VERY good lawyers. Which leaves me out, don't it?
Spoilers: What do you think?
Summary: It's an entire scene in Diagon Alley. That's about it. Mr. Ollivander plays a small part.
A/N: Hey people! The second chapter already, cool. I want to give a huge thanks to one of my best friends currently sitting next to me for helping with the brainstorming of this chapter. Thanks Fox. Please read and review and I hope you like it.
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" Hello Potter." Malfoy said, blocking the way into the bookstore.
" What do you want Malfoy?" Harry went on the defense in an instant. Ready to fight and ready to stop Ron from doing something stupid.
" Just saying hello." Hermoine looked around Draco and spotted Anna, carrying Draco's books in a basket.
" Who's she Malfoy? A slave?" His face softened for a heartbeat when he looked back on Anna.
" A friend. So, Potter, getting Weasel to carry your things for a few coins?"
" Where's your father?" Ron asked, ignoring the comment and worried because the last time the Weasley's had run into Lucius, Ginny had been given a diary that used to belong to Tom Riddle.
" He decided to stay home this outing. Getting school supplies. Though I don't see how that's any of your business. Come along." He said, looking back at Anna. She bit her lip and went to pass by the wonder trio.
" You coming to Hogwarts? Or are you just some pathetic muggle?" Ron couldn't help but add the sneer in his voice. In half an instant two wands were pointed at his throat, faster than he could blink.
" What I do, and what I am, is my business. Not a bit of it is any of yours. Now move along." The fire in her eyes scared Ron more than the wand at his throat.
" Fine." The trio moved aside and let the two pass.
" How long do you think it will take for them to realize this isn't real?" Anna asked once they were out of hearing range.
" They probably won't. On to Madame Malkins robes." Anna was outfitted with brand new robes in ten minutes and the duo moved onto Ollivanders.
" Ahhhh. Mr. Malfoy. Didn't fancy seeing you again. Don't tell me you broke your wand." Mr. Ollivander had such a disapproving tone in his voice.
" No, no nothing like that. We need a wand for Anna here. She's going to Hogwarts."
" Oh, oh, oh. Anna Terrise?"
" Yes sir."
" I remember your mother and father. Nice people, nice people. So, try this." He handed her a deep colored wand. He snatched it from her hand in a heartbeat.
" Try this. Dragon heartstring." That too, was snatched away.
" How about this. Seven and a half inches." No sparks.
" Sir?" Anna tried to interrupt his thoughts.
" Here. Ebony." Nothing.
" Alright, alright. You're a tricky customer, but I like that. Try this. Beech-wood, fourteen and three quarter inches, with a phoenix feather core. Quite strong, I might add."
Anna barely had to touch it before a warmth flooded her fingers and sparks lit up the shop like a fireworks display.
" Good, good, very good. Eight galleons please." Mr. Ollivander extended his hand and smiled widely.
" Here you go sir."
" I hope to hear good things about you Miss Terrise."
" Yes sir." Anna called over her shoulder to the kindly old gentleman.
" I'm getting to old for this." He muttered once the door closed. A voice drifted back to his ears.
" No you're not sir."
Part Two: Diagon Alley
Author: Fire Fairy
Disclaimer: Everyone who owns Harry Potter has tons more money and VERY good lawyers. Which leaves me out, don't it?
Spoilers: What do you think?
Summary: It's an entire scene in Diagon Alley. That's about it. Mr. Ollivander plays a small part.
A/N: Hey people! The second chapter already, cool. I want to give a huge thanks to one of my best friends currently sitting next to me for helping with the brainstorming of this chapter. Thanks Fox. Please read and review and I hope you like it.
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" Hello Potter." Malfoy said, blocking the way into the bookstore.
" What do you want Malfoy?" Harry went on the defense in an instant. Ready to fight and ready to stop Ron from doing something stupid.
" Just saying hello." Hermoine looked around Draco and spotted Anna, carrying Draco's books in a basket.
" Who's she Malfoy? A slave?" His face softened for a heartbeat when he looked back on Anna.
" A friend. So, Potter, getting Weasel to carry your things for a few coins?"
" Where's your father?" Ron asked, ignoring the comment and worried because the last time the Weasley's had run into Lucius, Ginny had been given a diary that used to belong to Tom Riddle.
" He decided to stay home this outing. Getting school supplies. Though I don't see how that's any of your business. Come along." He said, looking back at Anna. She bit her lip and went to pass by the wonder trio.
" You coming to Hogwarts? Or are you just some pathetic muggle?" Ron couldn't help but add the sneer in his voice. In half an instant two wands were pointed at his throat, faster than he could blink.
" What I do, and what I am, is my business. Not a bit of it is any of yours. Now move along." The fire in her eyes scared Ron more than the wand at his throat.
" Fine." The trio moved aside and let the two pass.
" How long do you think it will take for them to realize this isn't real?" Anna asked once they were out of hearing range.
" They probably won't. On to Madame Malkins robes." Anna was outfitted with brand new robes in ten minutes and the duo moved onto Ollivanders.
" Ahhhh. Mr. Malfoy. Didn't fancy seeing you again. Don't tell me you broke your wand." Mr. Ollivander had such a disapproving tone in his voice.
" No, no nothing like that. We need a wand for Anna here. She's going to Hogwarts."
" Oh, oh, oh. Anna Terrise?"
" Yes sir."
" I remember your mother and father. Nice people, nice people. So, try this." He handed her a deep colored wand. He snatched it from her hand in a heartbeat.
" Try this. Dragon heartstring." That too, was snatched away.
" How about this. Seven and a half inches." No sparks.
" Sir?" Anna tried to interrupt his thoughts.
" Here. Ebony." Nothing.
" Alright, alright. You're a tricky customer, but I like that. Try this. Beech-wood, fourteen and three quarter inches, with a phoenix feather core. Quite strong, I might add."
Anna barely had to touch it before a warmth flooded her fingers and sparks lit up the shop like a fireworks display.
" Good, good, very good. Eight galleons please." Mr. Ollivander extended his hand and smiled widely.
" Here you go sir."
" I hope to hear good things about you Miss Terrise."
" Yes sir." Anna called over her shoulder to the kindly old gentleman.
" I'm getting to old for this." He muttered once the door closed. A voice drifted back to his ears.
" No you're not sir."