Just want to thank all the people who reviewed! I never get reviews!
EyesofEmerald- Thanks! I LURVE the name Ella too. I tried to make Harry a
little more cheerful than usual. But he's not going to be that way through
the whole thing, you'll see ;-).
Shina-Etsu- Good to know :-).
Rae-bo the Jedi Knight –I'll keep that in mind!
Slimpun- ummm.. thanks? Lol, you made me laugh.
Ever In The Shadows- I will! And if I don't update feel free to email me
and yell at me!
You're all so Kind! I'm working extra hard now. Thanks for the suggestions.
Harry and Ella spent the rest of the afternoon in Diagon alley. The first place they went was Madame Malkin's for her school robes, and a few things to wear for the remainder of the summer. Ella would have been happy with muggle clothes, except she didn't have any, and Harry was slightly perturbed by the extra attention she drew parading around in her muggle attire. Ella thoroughly enjoyed Flourish and Blotts, where she selected a few different colored quills and some ink. Harry had gone off to get her cauldron, leaving Ella to explore on her own for a bit. She was fascinated by the titles of the books on the walls.
"Cheering Charms and Open Arms: Literary Aid for the Grumpy House Elf" By Ardus Dukemp.
"Bubbles and Baubles: Everyday Housework Spells and Charms" By Driselle Pleuman.
Eventually Ella worked her way out of the self-help section and over to the schoolbooks. There were standard books of spells by Miranda Goshawk everywhere, along with various books with intimidating titles like "Common Cures and Remedies for O.W.L and N.E.W.T Induced Breakdowns and Psychotic Episodes." Suddenly Ella felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Harry.
"You won't be needing those, yet anyways." He was holding a cauldron under his arm. He took her writing supplies from her and stuffed them in the cauldron along with her robes. They left Flourish and Blotts and walked into the waning afternoon light. Ella looked back mournfully at the façade of her favorite store. Harry grinned.
"Don't worry, we'll go back. And plus, we're off to Ollivander's for your wand now!" Harry led the way to a dusty shop on the corner of the street. He pushed the door open and they entered quietly. The shop appeared to be empty. Ella leaned over about to whisper that maybe they should come back later, when a grey little old man appeared behind the front desk.
He looked like an owl. It was a strange habit, but ever since she was a young child Ella had always compared people to animals. His eyes were large and he blinked slowly and purposefully, as if he was trying to remove every last microscopic speck of dust from his eyeballs. His face was round and wide and his mouth was pointy and pursed together as if he was about to perch on the desk and hoot at any moment.
Ella was shaken from her reverie when the oversized owl spoke.
"Dumbledore said you would be here today. Ahh... Mr. Potter. One of my most powerful wands. 11 inches, holly, phoenix feather. Nice and supple. But we'll be expecting something just as powerful for you my dear. Now if I remember correctly, I've got just the thing for you." The little man disappeared under the desk.
Harry leaned over and whispered in Ella's ear,
"Ollivander's the best wand maker in all of England, he remembers every wand he's ever sold." Ollivander re-appeared above the desk with a large mahogany box in his hand. He set it down on the desktop and tapped it with his wand three times, in different spots. The box opened slowly, it's lid raising, and spilling years worth of dust off the top. Ella sneezed, and Ollivander shot her a harsh look. He turned the box around so they could see what was inside. The box was made for four wands, each resting in a little indentation on the blue velvet lining, but only three wands rested in the box. One space, the second to the right, was empty.
"Wand arm." Ollivander snapped. Ella assumed this was the hand she wrote with and stuck out her right arm. A tape measure slithered out of Ollivander's pocket and across the desk. It began to measure Ella's wrist and arm. She could have sworn she heard Harry mutter something about "the point of this nonsense" and the tape measure slithered back across the desk and back into Ollivander's pocket. He selected the first wand out of the box.
"These are some of my finest, most powerful wands. Each contains a unique core, and each is made of only the finest wand wood." He handed her the wand. "11 inches, Holly, Unicorn Tail." Ella took it, not quite sure what to do. Harry whispered under his breath, "wave it". So she did. A chair in the corner of the room exploded, sending splinters of wood everywhere. Harry flung up his wand and yelled
"Ipera Ivanesca!" The splinters of wood burst into flame and incinerated mid flight, fluttering harmlessly to the ground. Ollivander raised a bushy gray eyebrow.
"Like I said, very powerful. Stay on your guard Mr. Potter, if you please." He carefully pulled the next wand out of the box, this time from the far right. "Yew, Demiguise Hair, 12 inches. Try it out. Mr. Potter, wand ready please. Ella braced her self and gave this wand a wave. The front window of the shop shattered and sprinkled the shop front and worn red carpet inside with broken glass. Harry waved at the glass and spoke sternly,
"Reparo." The glass flew together and formed the window again. It was like watching an insanely difficult jigsaw puzzle being put together at triple speed. Ella was speechless. Magic was amazing. Ollivander had picked up the last wand from the box. He studied it carefully and blew some dust of the end of it. He slowly surrendered the wand over to Ella.
"One of my favorites. 13 inches, Rosewood, Chimaera Scale. Very rare, very powerful. Good for all types of magic." A shiver ran down Ella's spine as she took the wand in her hand. She peered closely at the handle of it, unlike the other wands she had seen; this one had tiny vines carved around the handle. She grasped it in her hand. It fit perfectly. Suddenly she knew just what to do. She gave the wand a swish, and then a flick. Everything thing in the room, including herself, Harry, and Ollivander began to emanate a golden light, and slowly raised up into the air a good foot and a half. The room was blinding. Ella gave the wand a few downward flicks, and everything floated gently to the ground, the shelves holding the thousands of wand boxes landing with a soft thud, nothing was disturbed.
"Well." Ollivander smiled broadly, an expression that made his large eyes half disappear behind his cheeks. "Like I always say, the wand chooses the wizard. Take it. It's yours." Ella held her new wand in her hand, admiring it. She looked up at Ollivander and smiled, with a new respect for the old man.
"Thank you, sir." Ollivander turned and disappeared into the wand shelves behind his desk. As they turned to leave, Ella noticed Harry gaping at her with something like awe in his eyes. They left the shop and entered the dusky street, walking silently down Diagon alley in no particular direction. Harry seemed rather distant all of a sudden.
"What's wrong?" Ella inquired. Her footsteps on the cobbled streets echoed off the walls of the shops. Harry looked up at her with a surprised expression, as if she had just informed him that his ears were purple.
"Nothing... Let's go to the Magical Menagerie. I'm going to buy you a pet for Hogwarts. A friend of mine bought me my owl on a trip like this. This is my chance to return the favor." He headed across the street to a tall, warmly lit building with birdcages hanging in the windows. Ella hesitated for a moment before following. The cheerful, sunny Harry had vanished for a moment. Harry had just unwittingly shown Ella another side of himself. A side she was sure he didn't want her to see.
You're all so Kind! I'm working extra hard now. Thanks for the suggestions.
Harry and Ella spent the rest of the afternoon in Diagon alley. The first place they went was Madame Malkin's for her school robes, and a few things to wear for the remainder of the summer. Ella would have been happy with muggle clothes, except she didn't have any, and Harry was slightly perturbed by the extra attention she drew parading around in her muggle attire. Ella thoroughly enjoyed Flourish and Blotts, where she selected a few different colored quills and some ink. Harry had gone off to get her cauldron, leaving Ella to explore on her own for a bit. She was fascinated by the titles of the books on the walls.
"Cheering Charms and Open Arms: Literary Aid for the Grumpy House Elf" By Ardus Dukemp.
"Bubbles and Baubles: Everyday Housework Spells and Charms" By Driselle Pleuman.
Eventually Ella worked her way out of the self-help section and over to the schoolbooks. There were standard books of spells by Miranda Goshawk everywhere, along with various books with intimidating titles like "Common Cures and Remedies for O.W.L and N.E.W.T Induced Breakdowns and Psychotic Episodes." Suddenly Ella felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Harry.
"You won't be needing those, yet anyways." He was holding a cauldron under his arm. He took her writing supplies from her and stuffed them in the cauldron along with her robes. They left Flourish and Blotts and walked into the waning afternoon light. Ella looked back mournfully at the façade of her favorite store. Harry grinned.
"Don't worry, we'll go back. And plus, we're off to Ollivander's for your wand now!" Harry led the way to a dusty shop on the corner of the street. He pushed the door open and they entered quietly. The shop appeared to be empty. Ella leaned over about to whisper that maybe they should come back later, when a grey little old man appeared behind the front desk.
He looked like an owl. It was a strange habit, but ever since she was a young child Ella had always compared people to animals. His eyes were large and he blinked slowly and purposefully, as if he was trying to remove every last microscopic speck of dust from his eyeballs. His face was round and wide and his mouth was pointy and pursed together as if he was about to perch on the desk and hoot at any moment.
Ella was shaken from her reverie when the oversized owl spoke.
"Dumbledore said you would be here today. Ahh... Mr. Potter. One of my most powerful wands. 11 inches, holly, phoenix feather. Nice and supple. But we'll be expecting something just as powerful for you my dear. Now if I remember correctly, I've got just the thing for you." The little man disappeared under the desk.
Harry leaned over and whispered in Ella's ear,
"Ollivander's the best wand maker in all of England, he remembers every wand he's ever sold." Ollivander re-appeared above the desk with a large mahogany box in his hand. He set it down on the desktop and tapped it with his wand three times, in different spots. The box opened slowly, it's lid raising, and spilling years worth of dust off the top. Ella sneezed, and Ollivander shot her a harsh look. He turned the box around so they could see what was inside. The box was made for four wands, each resting in a little indentation on the blue velvet lining, but only three wands rested in the box. One space, the second to the right, was empty.
"Wand arm." Ollivander snapped. Ella assumed this was the hand she wrote with and stuck out her right arm. A tape measure slithered out of Ollivander's pocket and across the desk. It began to measure Ella's wrist and arm. She could have sworn she heard Harry mutter something about "the point of this nonsense" and the tape measure slithered back across the desk and back into Ollivander's pocket. He selected the first wand out of the box.
"These are some of my finest, most powerful wands. Each contains a unique core, and each is made of only the finest wand wood." He handed her the wand. "11 inches, Holly, Unicorn Tail." Ella took it, not quite sure what to do. Harry whispered under his breath, "wave it". So she did. A chair in the corner of the room exploded, sending splinters of wood everywhere. Harry flung up his wand and yelled
"Ipera Ivanesca!" The splinters of wood burst into flame and incinerated mid flight, fluttering harmlessly to the ground. Ollivander raised a bushy gray eyebrow.
"Like I said, very powerful. Stay on your guard Mr. Potter, if you please." He carefully pulled the next wand out of the box, this time from the far right. "Yew, Demiguise Hair, 12 inches. Try it out. Mr. Potter, wand ready please. Ella braced her self and gave this wand a wave. The front window of the shop shattered and sprinkled the shop front and worn red carpet inside with broken glass. Harry waved at the glass and spoke sternly,
"Reparo." The glass flew together and formed the window again. It was like watching an insanely difficult jigsaw puzzle being put together at triple speed. Ella was speechless. Magic was amazing. Ollivander had picked up the last wand from the box. He studied it carefully and blew some dust of the end of it. He slowly surrendered the wand over to Ella.
"One of my favorites. 13 inches, Rosewood, Chimaera Scale. Very rare, very powerful. Good for all types of magic." A shiver ran down Ella's spine as she took the wand in her hand. She peered closely at the handle of it, unlike the other wands she had seen; this one had tiny vines carved around the handle. She grasped it in her hand. It fit perfectly. Suddenly she knew just what to do. She gave the wand a swish, and then a flick. Everything thing in the room, including herself, Harry, and Ollivander began to emanate a golden light, and slowly raised up into the air a good foot and a half. The room was blinding. Ella gave the wand a few downward flicks, and everything floated gently to the ground, the shelves holding the thousands of wand boxes landing with a soft thud, nothing was disturbed.
"Well." Ollivander smiled broadly, an expression that made his large eyes half disappear behind his cheeks. "Like I always say, the wand chooses the wizard. Take it. It's yours." Ella held her new wand in her hand, admiring it. She looked up at Ollivander and smiled, with a new respect for the old man.
"Thank you, sir." Ollivander turned and disappeared into the wand shelves behind his desk. As they turned to leave, Ella noticed Harry gaping at her with something like awe in his eyes. They left the shop and entered the dusky street, walking silently down Diagon alley in no particular direction. Harry seemed rather distant all of a sudden.
"What's wrong?" Ella inquired. Her footsteps on the cobbled streets echoed off the walls of the shops. Harry looked up at her with a surprised expression, as if she had just informed him that his ears were purple.
"Nothing... Let's go to the Magical Menagerie. I'm going to buy you a pet for Hogwarts. A friend of mine bought me my owl on a trip like this. This is my chance to return the favor." He headed across the street to a tall, warmly lit building with birdcages hanging in the windows. Ella hesitated for a moment before following. The cheerful, sunny Harry had vanished for a moment. Harry had just unwittingly shown Ella another side of himself. A side she was sure he didn't want her to see.