A/N: Wow! Eight reviews for one chapter. I've never had that many before.
Cool. If this chapter isn't that good blame it on being fully awake. I
usually write when I'm half asleep, which is the best time for me to think.
Disclaimer: How likely is it that a 13 year old blonde girl from England owns Harry Potter? I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!!!
Chapter Three - Diagon Alley
Ben was a little jumpy, though he didn't show it, as usual. He had learnt over the years that it was probably a better idea if he didn't. The reason he was jumpy was because he was going to Diagon Alley today to get his school things.
He had been there before, but that was only ever when his father had sent a Death Eater there to get some strange Dark Arts supplies, and even then they went almost immediately down Knockturn Alley. Today, however, the Death Eater whom he was with was under strict orders not to take him down there, unless that Death Eater wanted to feel immense pain.
Ben knew who the Death Eater was. It was Lucius Malfoy, who had a son, Draco, who would be starting Hogwarts that year too. Ben had always gotten on well with Draco, even considering the fact that Lucius had ordered Draco to be on his best behaviour at all times.
The first few times he had met Draco, Ben had sensed that the young Malfoy was tense around him, knowing he was the Dark Lord's son, but after a few meetings Draco had relaxed and now they got along as well as a house on fire (though they hadn't attempted setting one on fire ... yet!).
Lucius was leading them through the Alley after taking them to Gringotts. He had withdrawn the money out of his vault, number 666, and then had with drawn the exact amount of money, with a little bit more so Ben could spend some on the train if he wished, from the vault Lord Voldemort had set up in his school days. He listened to the two boys as they talked in earnest about one of their many usual topics. Today it was Quidditch.
"The Wasps have a great team this year," said Draco.
"Yeah, but not as great as the Cannons one," replied Ben.
"True, but then there's Puddlemere United. Their team's the best it's been in about thirty years," said Draco in return.
"I know. How about the Tornadoes? They've got a terrible team this year."
"So have the Leicester Arrows, though they are slightly better."
Lucius shook his head at their talk. He had been into Quidditch of course; there was no sane witch or wizard who wasn't. But he wasn't obsessed about it like so many others. He barely knew the teams they were going on about.
Just then Ben noticed where they were going and addressed the adult.
"Aren't we going to Olivanders?" he asked.
Lucius had a sharp intake of breath as he realised he was just about to walk passed the shop.
"Yes. Yes we are," said Lucius. Under normal circumstances, back at the Death Eaters headquarters, he would have to have called Ben Sir, as a mark of respect for the Dark Lord's son, but when they were out in public all such formalities were forgotten. It would really attract unwanted attention if an adult was to call a child with nothing apparently special about him 'sir'.
Quickly he walked inside followed by the two boys. Seconds later a man with large pale eyes appeared.
"Ahh, Lucius Malfoy. I remember when you first came in here (A/N: he has a really good memory, doesn't he?). You're wand was ten inches, Oak I believe, with werewolf fur. Quite an unusual combination really. Now, what can I do for you today?"
"My son and his friend here are starting Hogwarts this year," replied Lucius silkily.
"Okay. Now, which of you two would like get you wand first?" asked Mr. Olivander, turning to the two boys.
"I will," said Draco, stepping forwards.
"Right, which is your wand arm?"
"Right," said Draco immediately. Once he said that Mr. Olivander whipped out a tape measure, which he enchanted to take all of Draco's measurements whilst he left off among the boxes that were stacked by each wall. He emerged with a box in hand. The tape measure stopped measuring and fell to the floor.
"Ash, thirteen inches, dragon heartstring."
Draco knew what to do. Everyone who had been raised by wizards knew what to do to try out wands before finding the perfect wand for them. As he waved it green and yellow sparks flew out. Mr. Olivander smiled.
"That, I believe, is one of the first times that the first wand you try out a wand that it is the wand that is destined to be yours. Now," he said turning to Ben, "Mr. ..."
"Hunt. Ben Hunt," said Ben taking a step forwards.
"Yes, Mr. Hunt. Which is your wand arm?"
"My right," replied Ben. The tape measure took his measurements as it had taken Draco's as Mr. Olivander disappeared again. He came back holding a box, similar to the one that had contained Draco's wand.
"Beechwood and dragon heartstring, Nine inches, nice and flexible." Ben took the wand and waved it. When nothing happened Mr. Olivander snatched the wand out of his hand and passed him another.
"No? How about this one. Ebony and unicorn hair, eight inches. Quite whippy." Ben repeated this process several times until it felt like they had tried every wand in the shop.
"Try this one. It has an unusual combination of holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
This time when he gripped the wand he felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He waved it and green and gold sparks shot out of it.
"Good. There is one strange thing though. Very strange indeed," said Mr. Olivander.
"What's strange?" asked Ben.
"The phoenix the tail feather in your wand belonged to only gave one other feather. That feather went to the darkest wizard of out times, You-Know- Who."
Ben paled. 'You-Know-Who' was the name that people who were too afraid to say his father's name called him. His wand's brother was his father's wand. He looked at Lucius and Draco and saw that they had lost the colour from their faces as well.
"How - How much is that?" asked Lucius, visibly shaken.
"Seven galleons for each of them," replied Mr. Olivander.
Lucius payed him (A/N: my computer doesn't believe 'payed' is a word) the money and they left the shop. After they left Ben and Draco got into another discussion about Quidditch and the rest f the day passed peacefully.
A/N: Here it is. This is fun to write, is it fun to read? I hope so, even though it was a boring chapter. I need to decide which house to put Ben in now.
Natasha: Excellent point about people who don't review. Voldie being out of character is fun. It's easy to write him anyway, but it's even easier when he's nice. I hadn't really though of the first movie and the bit you said, but that was a bit out of character, even though that was fake.
Kris-tina4: Thank you! Like I said to Natasha, Voldie is fun out of character, though it helps to have a reason.
Tereth Dragonstar: Glad you wouldn't have guessed. I don't think anyone who doesn't know my mother's maiden name could have guessed (her maiden name is Hunt, but don't ask me where I got Ben from). I'm not really sure if I want to know what idea it gives you.
Imprisoned: Yay! It's different! It's like me!
Lady Cinnibar: So repeating review over and over again works? Good. Here's some more. Hope it makes you happy for now.
Kendra1117: Yup, Hogwarts will be fun to write. You'd be surprised about him, or at least I hope you will be. Glad you like it.
Fulldark: Glad you like. Glad you think it's good. You can't wait to read more? I have to write more? *mutters slave driver under her breath* Not really, it's fun.
One more thing, well, two actually. In one of the next two chapters I'm hoping to get the sorting in. Can you suggest which house Ben should go and why? Then I may put him in that one if the reasons good enough, or just go along with my own ideas.
The other thing is: review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Got it?
Disclaimer: How likely is it that a 13 year old blonde girl from England owns Harry Potter? I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!!!
Chapter Three - Diagon Alley
Ben was a little jumpy, though he didn't show it, as usual. He had learnt over the years that it was probably a better idea if he didn't. The reason he was jumpy was because he was going to Diagon Alley today to get his school things.
He had been there before, but that was only ever when his father had sent a Death Eater there to get some strange Dark Arts supplies, and even then they went almost immediately down Knockturn Alley. Today, however, the Death Eater whom he was with was under strict orders not to take him down there, unless that Death Eater wanted to feel immense pain.
Ben knew who the Death Eater was. It was Lucius Malfoy, who had a son, Draco, who would be starting Hogwarts that year too. Ben had always gotten on well with Draco, even considering the fact that Lucius had ordered Draco to be on his best behaviour at all times.
The first few times he had met Draco, Ben had sensed that the young Malfoy was tense around him, knowing he was the Dark Lord's son, but after a few meetings Draco had relaxed and now they got along as well as a house on fire (though they hadn't attempted setting one on fire ... yet!).
Lucius was leading them through the Alley after taking them to Gringotts. He had withdrawn the money out of his vault, number 666, and then had with drawn the exact amount of money, with a little bit more so Ben could spend some on the train if he wished, from the vault Lord Voldemort had set up in his school days. He listened to the two boys as they talked in earnest about one of their many usual topics. Today it was Quidditch.
"The Wasps have a great team this year," said Draco.
"Yeah, but not as great as the Cannons one," replied Ben.
"True, but then there's Puddlemere United. Their team's the best it's been in about thirty years," said Draco in return.
"I know. How about the Tornadoes? They've got a terrible team this year."
"So have the Leicester Arrows, though they are slightly better."
Lucius shook his head at their talk. He had been into Quidditch of course; there was no sane witch or wizard who wasn't. But he wasn't obsessed about it like so many others. He barely knew the teams they were going on about.
Just then Ben noticed where they were going and addressed the adult.
"Aren't we going to Olivanders?" he asked.
Lucius had a sharp intake of breath as he realised he was just about to walk passed the shop.
"Yes. Yes we are," said Lucius. Under normal circumstances, back at the Death Eaters headquarters, he would have to have called Ben Sir, as a mark of respect for the Dark Lord's son, but when they were out in public all such formalities were forgotten. It would really attract unwanted attention if an adult was to call a child with nothing apparently special about him 'sir'.
Quickly he walked inside followed by the two boys. Seconds later a man with large pale eyes appeared.
"Ahh, Lucius Malfoy. I remember when you first came in here (A/N: he has a really good memory, doesn't he?). You're wand was ten inches, Oak I believe, with werewolf fur. Quite an unusual combination really. Now, what can I do for you today?"
"My son and his friend here are starting Hogwarts this year," replied Lucius silkily.
"Okay. Now, which of you two would like get you wand first?" asked Mr. Olivander, turning to the two boys.
"I will," said Draco, stepping forwards.
"Right, which is your wand arm?"
"Right," said Draco immediately. Once he said that Mr. Olivander whipped out a tape measure, which he enchanted to take all of Draco's measurements whilst he left off among the boxes that were stacked by each wall. He emerged with a box in hand. The tape measure stopped measuring and fell to the floor.
"Ash, thirteen inches, dragon heartstring."
Draco knew what to do. Everyone who had been raised by wizards knew what to do to try out wands before finding the perfect wand for them. As he waved it green and yellow sparks flew out. Mr. Olivander smiled.
"That, I believe, is one of the first times that the first wand you try out a wand that it is the wand that is destined to be yours. Now," he said turning to Ben, "Mr. ..."
"Hunt. Ben Hunt," said Ben taking a step forwards.
"Yes, Mr. Hunt. Which is your wand arm?"
"My right," replied Ben. The tape measure took his measurements as it had taken Draco's as Mr. Olivander disappeared again. He came back holding a box, similar to the one that had contained Draco's wand.
"Beechwood and dragon heartstring, Nine inches, nice and flexible." Ben took the wand and waved it. When nothing happened Mr. Olivander snatched the wand out of his hand and passed him another.
"No? How about this one. Ebony and unicorn hair, eight inches. Quite whippy." Ben repeated this process several times until it felt like they had tried every wand in the shop.
"Try this one. It has an unusual combination of holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."
This time when he gripped the wand he felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He waved it and green and gold sparks shot out of it.
"Good. There is one strange thing though. Very strange indeed," said Mr. Olivander.
"What's strange?" asked Ben.
"The phoenix the tail feather in your wand belonged to only gave one other feather. That feather went to the darkest wizard of out times, You-Know- Who."
Ben paled. 'You-Know-Who' was the name that people who were too afraid to say his father's name called him. His wand's brother was his father's wand. He looked at Lucius and Draco and saw that they had lost the colour from their faces as well.
"How - How much is that?" asked Lucius, visibly shaken.
"Seven galleons for each of them," replied Mr. Olivander.
Lucius payed him (A/N: my computer doesn't believe 'payed' is a word) the money and they left the shop. After they left Ben and Draco got into another discussion about Quidditch and the rest f the day passed peacefully.
A/N: Here it is. This is fun to write, is it fun to read? I hope so, even though it was a boring chapter. I need to decide which house to put Ben in now.
Natasha: Excellent point about people who don't review. Voldie being out of character is fun. It's easy to write him anyway, but it's even easier when he's nice. I hadn't really though of the first movie and the bit you said, but that was a bit out of character, even though that was fake.
Kris-tina4: Thank you! Like I said to Natasha, Voldie is fun out of character, though it helps to have a reason.
Tereth Dragonstar: Glad you wouldn't have guessed. I don't think anyone who doesn't know my mother's maiden name could have guessed (her maiden name is Hunt, but don't ask me where I got Ben from). I'm not really sure if I want to know what idea it gives you.
Imprisoned: Yay! It's different! It's like me!
Lady Cinnibar: So repeating review over and over again works? Good. Here's some more. Hope it makes you happy for now.
Kendra1117: Yup, Hogwarts will be fun to write. You'd be surprised about him, or at least I hope you will be. Glad you like it.
Fulldark: Glad you like. Glad you think it's good. You can't wait to read more? I have to write more? *mutters slave driver under her breath* Not really, it's fun.
One more thing, well, two actually. In one of the next two chapters I'm hoping to get the sorting in. Can you suggest which house Ben should go and why? Then I may put him in that one if the reasons good enough, or just go along with my own ideas.
The other thing is: review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Got it?