The Adventures of Harry's Wand
Ch. 1- My Owner
I am originally from a Phoenix's butt, tail yes, I know but if you think about it, butt. Made into a wand of the description of: Holly, eleven inches, and contains a single feather from a tail of a Phoenix. Magnificent description, right?
My life starts out in Mr. Ollivander's wand shop. I sit on the shelf for what seems like forever waiting for someone to buy me. I've lost count of all the times I've been taken down from the shelf and waved around stupidly in the attempt to see if I was the right wand for the buyer. But, of course I was unfortunate not to belong to the buyer and was put back on the shelf once again.
This time was different though, a young boy with messy jet black hair and green eyes takes me down. There's something about his face though, particularly his forehead, a thin lightening bolt scar is on his forehead. This could only possibly mean one thing, this is the famous Harry Potter!
He takes me in his hand, blimey it's warm, this could only mean one thing. He waves me around, I can tell by the expression on his face that he is feeling quite foolish.
"Whoa!" I shout, I doubt they can even hear me though. I'm shooting green sparks, this feels good. I'm his. He buys, then I am immediately pocketed.