A Dog's Purpose Is Strange Magic Chapter 11
The last bite of ice scream now a distant memory Hagrid, Harry, and Bailey went about their business with the school shopping. They came close to not being able to leave a bookshop called Flourish and Blotts. After getting the texts required for his first year on the list Hagrid literally had to drag him away from some of the more advanced works when he paid too much interest in them.
"I was trying to find out how to curse Dudley," said Harry.
"I'm not sayin' that's not a good idea, but yer not ter use magic in the Muggle world except in very special circumstances," reminded Hagrid. "An' anyway, yeh couldn't work any of hem curses yet, yeh'll need a lot more study before yeh get ter that level."
For the most part thing went without a hitch. Although there was one instant where Bailey could've gone without.
Because it was Harry's birthday Hagrid insisted on getting him an animal as a belated present. So Hagrid took them to Eeylops Owl Emporium failed from corner to corner with practically every different owl species known to man. An owl is one of the three types of animals Harry was allowed to take to Hogwarts. Plus Hagrid said taking an owl was practical because wizards used them all the time for post. In the end Harry left carrying a large cage with a beautiful snowy white owl asleep with her head hidden under a wing. He couldn't stop voicing his gratitude to Hagrid over and over again. He was that happy.
Personally Bailey thought this owl was a bit stuck up. She's pretty enough, but her air left much to be desired in her opinion. In the beginning Bailey was all friendly with this owl going up to take in her sent and give her a lick. The owl screeched ruffling her feathers and a whacked Bailey on the nose with the edge of a wing. Bailey had yelped rubbing her nose with a paw. Bailey was left stupefied wondering what she did wrong. The snowy owl fluffed her fathers affectionately nibbling on Harry's finger when he went to stroke her. It was a done deal for Harry.
Bailey didn't like it, but she guessed that she was just going to have to get used to it.
There was only one vital object remaining on the list for Harry to buy.
His wand.
The general appearance of the shop that housed these wands looked ancient. Definitely is a lot older than all of the others. Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. The cracked and faded golden letters that made the sign attested to this. Nevertheless Hagrid was earnest in them going inside.
Just like with all the other stores a bell rang in the shop as they made their entrance. The reception area was so tiny with the only chair occupying the space quickly claimed by Hagrid. Harry and Bailey were left to stand. Thousands of boxes holding wands were on countless shelves everywhere they looked stacked pressed to the ceiling. With even more that they couldn't be expected to be somewhere leading into the back. To Harry he thought he walked into a library, but lacking the books.
"Good afternoon," greeted Mr. Ollivander, softly, walking out of the shadows.
"Hello," said Harry, awkwardly.
Moving closer to Harry, taking in his other facial features, Mr. Ollivander said "Ah yes, yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon, Harry Potter. You have your mother's eyes. It seems like only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."
No matter what he did Harry couldn't break eye contact with Mr. Ollivander's misty silver eyes.
"Your father, o the other hand, favored a mahogany and. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration work. Well, I say your father favored it…it's really the want that chooses the wizard, of course," mused Mr. Ollivander, touching the lightning scar with the tip of a single finger. "And that's where…."
Harry shivered when Mr. Ollivander's finger tapped his skin. Seeing her master's discomfort she growled lowly in her throat as a warning.
Mr. Ollivander cast Bailey a smile. He held out a hand for Bailey to sniff. She sniffed his fingers and sneezed. Mr. Ollivander chuckled and then he demeanor turned solemn.
Shaking his head, softly, Mr. Ollivander sighed "I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it. Thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands…well, if I'd known what that wand was going out in the world to do…"
The tremble in Mr. Ollivander's voice showed how deeply he'd come to regret his creation. He then spotted Hagrid on the chair.
"Rubeus! Rubeus Hagrid! How nice to see you again…Oak, sixteen inches, rather bendy, wasn't it," said Mr. Ollivander.
"It was, sir, yes," said Hagrid, nodding.
"Good wand, that one, but I suppose they snapped it in half when you got expelled," said Mr. Ollivander, stern.
Skittishly, Hagrid said "Er…yes, they did, yes. "I've still got the pieces though."
"But you don't use them," said Mr. Ollivander, sharply, giving Hagrid a piercing look.
"Oh, no, sir," said Hagrid, rapidly shaking his head in denial.
To Bailey it was a transparent lie. Especially with the way Hagrid gripped his pink umbrella. With the way he used it lately he had the two half's of his wand concealed inside.
"Hmmm…," said Mr. Ollivander, not believing Hagrid's evasiveness for an second, pulling out an unusually long tap measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Well, now, Mr. Potter. Let me see. Now, Mr. Potter, which is your wand arm?"
"Uh, well, I'm right handed if that's what you mean," said Harry.
With a snap of his fingers Mr. Ollivander made the tape take measurements on every part of Harry's body. Bailey watched the tape measurer move all on its own head cocked. This magic stuff never got old.
As he supervised, Mr. Ollivander said "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mt. Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."
The final measurements recorded, Mr. Ollivander said "That will do." The tape measurer instantly crumped into a heap on the floor while he went flitting around the shelves taking down numerous boxes. He then chose one from the top handing it to Harry. "Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Go on just take it and give it a wave."
Harry took the wand and waved it around in the air, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand immediately replacing it with another one. This routine went on for a while as Harry tried wand after wand with the discarded pile getting higher and higher. If any more was added to it the mountain of wands would soon topple onto the floor. Normally someone would get really put out that their products didn't match anyone, but the case with Mr. Ollivander was far from it. In fact he appeared downright peppy by the growing amount of rejected wands.
"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere," assured Mr. Ollivander.
Bailey stretched her jaws wide in yawn. They'd been here for over an hour and she was extremely bored to the bone. She'd been lying at Hagrid's feet keeping out of the way.
Suddenly she lifted up her head staring intently at the back of the shop. Bailey trotted around Mr. Ollivander and Harry going behind the counter.
"Bailey, where are you going," said Harry.
Bailey didn't falter. She was on a mission. Bailey walked down a narrow passage in the middle of two shelves filled to the brim with boxes. What had caught Bailey's attention was a humming noise. It was at a frequency that only she could hear because of her advanced hearing compared to theirs. She examined all the boxes within her reach until she picked the one that had been literally drawing her to it.
Bailey turned to find Mr. Ollivander watching her with a fascinated expression on his face.
Bailey barked nudging the box with her nose and placing a paw over it.
Mr. Ollivander approached taking the box, looking at the wand on the pillow inside, saying "I wonder."
Authors Note:
So Bailey could feel the location of the wand meant for Harry. It's like she could sense he and that wand are meant to be.
Well…that's one way to start the relationship between Bailey and Hedwig.
Oh man. Someone recently mentioned the Rat! I completely forgot about him. I think like Sirius she's going to know what he is from the very start, don't you?
Also, I would like to apologize. I get so engrossed with passion for my stories that I sometimes forget my readers have lives of their own. Ha! Ha! ;) But really, when I said I'd be considering shutting down this story it wasn't meant as a threat I put it down as a simple fact. For myself when it comes to my work I don't really see why I should continue if there aren't any reviews coming for it. It's nothing against any of you it's just I genuinely do take it as meaning no one wants it.
Plus, the reason as to why the one review I got two days ago kind of hurt because usually when I update this story there's usually an expected amount each time. So I seriously did think I did something wrong making me rethink myself. I don't like it when that happens. I'm usually so sure with whatever I put down.