I STILL own nothing by J. K. R.! And now the story is starting to get good! Let me know if any of it seems confusing at all, and I'll fix it!
CHAPTER THREE: Shopping!
The group continued down the busy road to the other shops. On the left side of the street, a large sign said Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. On the other side of the street, a peeling sign said Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Both girls looked to their left, then flew into to robe shop.
They both flitted about the room looking at all the robes in all their different sizes, colors, shapes, and purposes. They only stopped when Hagrid came in and grabbed both of their arms to drag them out of the store.
"When they started hurling complaints at him, he said quickly, "We need to go to Ollivander's place first. We can do robe shopping later!"
The girls sighed and followed him into the old wand shop.
It wasn't very roomy in the shop. There were millions of brown boxes stacked to the ceiling on all sides of them, and a small table in the middle of the room that looked as if it were almost a thousand years old. Hagrid sat in the corner on a small wooden chair that looked as if it would break under his weight.
A voice called from a hidden back room.
"You both, which is your wand hand?" The owner of the voice appeared suddenly. He had graying hair, and a bent-over body. His silvery eyes stared at the girls, as if they were something he had never seen before. The girls both froze, then after the man had repeated the question, Kamotri stammered, "l-left-handed, sir" And Sani said "Right-h-handed"
"Strange….Two sisters, practically twins, but they are opposite…wait…Let me see your sides, raise your shirts."
"NO!" both girls yelled at him, holding their shirts down.
"No, no, I'm not perverted, I only need to you raise them up to your stomachs….that's it…"
He gasped. There it was, the legendary scar that was said not to exist. When the girls stood exactly as they did now, with Sani on the right, and Kamotri on the left, right at their waistline, a small but long dragon-shaped scar lay. The tail of the dragon was curled around Kamotri's belly button, and the body continued on across her body and onto her sister's where the head lay over Sani's belly button.
Both girls pulled their shirts back down.
"Why is a scar so important?" Sani demanded. But the old man couldn't speak. After a while, he finally told them that there had been legend of two other people who had lived through an attack by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
"They say that the two other people are twins, not sure if they are boys or girls, but that they have a dragon shaped scar that runs across both of their bodies, just like Harry Potter."
"Excuse me, but did you say 'Harry Potter'?" Kamotri interrupted. "Who is he?"
"Yeah, and who is this He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named person? Why's he so important?" Sani said.
Hagrid jumped to his feet. "You don't know who Harry Potter is! Blimey, you two! Harry Potter is the only known wizard to ever escape the Dark Lord alive! He's the most famous wizard of today! No one ever lives once he decides to kill them. Except for you two and Harry."
"So, who's this 'Dark Lord' that everyone is talking about?" Sani asked loudly.
"That", Hagrid pointed at her, "Is a story for another day! Now lets get yur wands and get out o' here! We're wastin' to much time!" He grumbled.
They tried wand after wand, waving them swishing them, breaking things with them, and eventually, after much sighing and the shaking of heads, the old man reached up to a small shelf. The shelf was empty except for three boxes boxes. It looked as though there had been one other box there a long, long time ago.
After taking down the boxes, the man looked to them, then pointed to the empty space on the shelf where another box had once sat long ago.
"Do you know who owns the wand that used to go here?" He asked suddenly. They shook their heads. "It is the Dark Lord. How I regret giving him this wand…If only I knew what it was going to do… No matter, we must get you your wands so you can be on your way."
"The one wand left on the shelf is the brother of the Dark Lord's wand. Phoenixes only give one feather for a wand, but this Phoenix gave two. Know, I just happen to know that these two wands I'm about to have you try, belong to the sisters of that particular Phoenix. Each of the sisters gave one feather each, which both reside in these wands. That's enough history. Try these now." He handed the stunned girls the two wands. They took them and waved them through the air.
