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Summary: This story is supposed to be set a few years after the HP story. It won't contain very many of the official characters, except for the professors, of course. The rest will be made up by me. This is rated R because I'm too lazy to make sure it stays pg or pg-13.
The Tale of a Young Wizard
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Dumbledore rose to answer the door. In the mean time, Steven began to gulp down glasses of milk, feeling very thirsty after all of the cookies he had eaten. He was still finding alot of this pretty hard to swallow, magic? wizards? transfiguring tarts? it all just seemed so weird to him. But he thought over his options, and came to the simple conclusion that even if this new world seemed impossible to comprehend, it was still alot better then his old life at home.
He hadn't noticed that while he was thinking, Dumbledore had returned to the room with a tall and slender red-headed man in his mid-20's. He looked up and acknowledged the red-head, and then turned to Dumbledore, who began to introduce them.
"Steven, this man is Ronald Weasley, you will see more of him later, but for now, I have asked him to take you to Diagon Alley to purchase your school supplies. You will travel by something we call a "portkey", it is an object that appears like an ordinary every-day item, but is enchanted to transport you to a specific location." Ronald and Steven shook hands while Albus went into another room to retrieve this enchanted item he had spoken of.
He returned to the room a few minutes later with a tea pitcher, and a mischeivious look on his face.
"This is my own personal portkey to Diagon Alley," Ronald started to say something but he cut him off, "and yes, it is authorized by the Ministry of Magic, don't forget Mr. Weasley that I work there, too, now Steven what you must do, is hold on to the pitcher with Mr. Weasley here, and be ready for a big surprise."
Steven, a bit nervous, carefully grasped onto the tea pitcher, and Ron grabbed hold of it as well, and suddenly Steven felt his job drop as wind rushed all around them. He closed his eyes tightly out of fear, and when he opened them out, his jaw nearly hit the ground. All around them wizard and witches in all sorts of robes were running up and down the long line of stores, he saw a shop filled with brooms and other such things, and a sign on it that said "New Nimbus 2010's in stock!" on another side he saw a shop filled with various animals, and at the very end of the Alley, where Ron started heading towards, was a large white building that looked like a bank.
Steven looked up curiously at the freckled red-head, who said to him, "You go around a bit and see if you can find what you need, I have some business to take care of for Dumbledore.
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It didn't take long for Steven to gather up the books he needed, the book store was close to where Ronald had left him. He also bought a snow owl which he named "Pokey" and purchased some nice dress, school, and casual robes, most of which in his favorite color, green. All that was left for him was his wand, and just as he began to look around for it Ron waved at him from a distance and ran to catch up with him.
"Find everything so far, Steven?"
"Yeah, I've got everything on the list except for my wand"
"Ah, okay then, let's go get it." Ron said, as he led him off to the
They both entered the wand shop and found no one there, with a look of impatience on his face Ronald took a seat in a nearby stool, but Steven chose to stand. Out of nowhere a man appeared next to Steven and introduced himself.
"Greetings my name is Mr. Ollivander, this is my wand shop, greetings to you as well Mr. Weasley, let's hope this one has better luck with his wand then you did" He chuckled to himself while Ron remembered the horrible incident in his second year when his wand had broken.
"Which is your wand hand then m'boy?"
Without saying anything, he shyly raised his right hand, which he wrote with.
"Ok then, no Ollivander wand is unique, they are all made of different kinds of woods and contain different kinds of magical ingredients, no one wand is the same just like no one wizard or witch is the same, your wand will do better for you then it will do for anyone else."
And with that he pulled out a wand from his shelves, "Here, try this, Oak wand, unicorn hair, 10 inches long, just wave it around"
Feeling like a completly moron, Steven took the wand and began to wave it around, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it from him, "no, no, that won't do, here, try this one, birch, 8 inches long, pheonix feather.." He waved the wand around and Mr. Ollivander snatched this one away from him too, "perhaps this one will do...13 and a half inches, yew, pheonix feather..."
As soon as Steven took hold of the wand, he felt alot better inside. It gave him a strange mix of both warmth and strength. He felt like he could do anything with this wand. "Aah, yes, that one will do nicely, you'll grow up to be a very powerful wizard one day young man, I just hope you don't choose the wrong kind of power..." He gave him a wink as Steven and Ronald both left the shop.
They both made their way back to the Portkey, Ron doing his best to explain various things to Steven, from Quidditch to the Dark Arts. He wanted to try and fill Steven in on all that he would be thrown into in just a few more days.
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Notes: Ok-day, next chapter should be the ride to Hogwarts and the selection, I'm thinking I should check out The Sorceror's Stone again just in case so that I can remember exactly what first years deal with and what not. Please review, I think this chapter isn't as bad as my last one, I really didn't like ch.2.... lol
Summary: This story is supposed to be set a few years after the HP story. It won't contain very many of the official characters, except for the professors, of course. The rest will be made up by me. This is rated R because I'm too lazy to make sure it stays pg or pg-13.
The Tale of a Young Wizard
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Dumbledore rose to answer the door. In the mean time, Steven began to gulp down glasses of milk, feeling very thirsty after all of the cookies he had eaten. He was still finding alot of this pretty hard to swallow, magic? wizards? transfiguring tarts? it all just seemed so weird to him. But he thought over his options, and came to the simple conclusion that even if this new world seemed impossible to comprehend, it was still alot better then his old life at home.
He hadn't noticed that while he was thinking, Dumbledore had returned to the room with a tall and slender red-headed man in his mid-20's. He looked up and acknowledged the red-head, and then turned to Dumbledore, who began to introduce them.
"Steven, this man is Ronald Weasley, you will see more of him later, but for now, I have asked him to take you to Diagon Alley to purchase your school supplies. You will travel by something we call a "portkey", it is an object that appears like an ordinary every-day item, but is enchanted to transport you to a specific location." Ronald and Steven shook hands while Albus went into another room to retrieve this enchanted item he had spoken of.
He returned to the room a few minutes later with a tea pitcher, and a mischeivious look on his face.
"This is my own personal portkey to Diagon Alley," Ronald started to say something but he cut him off, "and yes, it is authorized by the Ministry of Magic, don't forget Mr. Weasley that I work there, too, now Steven what you must do, is hold on to the pitcher with Mr. Weasley here, and be ready for a big surprise."
Steven, a bit nervous, carefully grasped onto the tea pitcher, and Ron grabbed hold of it as well, and suddenly Steven felt his job drop as wind rushed all around them. He closed his eyes tightly out of fear, and when he opened them out, his jaw nearly hit the ground. All around them wizard and witches in all sorts of robes were running up and down the long line of stores, he saw a shop filled with brooms and other such things, and a sign on it that said "New Nimbus 2010's in stock!" on another side he saw a shop filled with various animals, and at the very end of the Alley, where Ron started heading towards, was a large white building that looked like a bank.
Steven looked up curiously at the freckled red-head, who said to him, "You go around a bit and see if you can find what you need, I have some business to take care of for Dumbledore.
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It didn't take long for Steven to gather up the books he needed, the book store was close to where Ronald had left him. He also bought a snow owl which he named "Pokey" and purchased some nice dress, school, and casual robes, most of which in his favorite color, green. All that was left for him was his wand, and just as he began to look around for it Ron waved at him from a distance and ran to catch up with him.
"Find everything so far, Steven?"
"Yeah, I've got everything on the list except for my wand"
"Ah, okay then, let's go get it." Ron said, as he led him off to the
They both entered the wand shop and found no one there, with a look of impatience on his face Ronald took a seat in a nearby stool, but Steven chose to stand. Out of nowhere a man appeared next to Steven and introduced himself.
"Greetings my name is Mr. Ollivander, this is my wand shop, greetings to you as well Mr. Weasley, let's hope this one has better luck with his wand then you did" He chuckled to himself while Ron remembered the horrible incident in his second year when his wand had broken.
"Which is your wand hand then m'boy?"
Without saying anything, he shyly raised his right hand, which he wrote with.
"Ok then, no Ollivander wand is unique, they are all made of different kinds of woods and contain different kinds of magical ingredients, no one wand is the same just like no one wizard or witch is the same, your wand will do better for you then it will do for anyone else."
And with that he pulled out a wand from his shelves, "Here, try this, Oak wand, unicorn hair, 10 inches long, just wave it around"
Feeling like a completly moron, Steven took the wand and began to wave it around, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it from him, "no, no, that won't do, here, try this one, birch, 8 inches long, pheonix feather.." He waved the wand around and Mr. Ollivander snatched this one away from him too, "perhaps this one will do...13 and a half inches, yew, pheonix feather..."
As soon as Steven took hold of the wand, he felt alot better inside. It gave him a strange mix of both warmth and strength. He felt like he could do anything with this wand. "Aah, yes, that one will do nicely, you'll grow up to be a very powerful wizard one day young man, I just hope you don't choose the wrong kind of power..." He gave him a wink as Steven and Ronald both left the shop.
They both made their way back to the Portkey, Ron doing his best to explain various things to Steven, from Quidditch to the Dark Arts. He wanted to try and fill Steven in on all that he would be thrown into in just a few more days.
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Notes: Ok-day, next chapter should be the ride to Hogwarts and the selection, I'm thinking I should check out The Sorceror's Stone again just in case so that I can remember exactly what first years deal with and what not. Please review, I think this chapter isn't as bad as my last one, I really didn't like ch.2.... lol