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The Elric brothers may have lived and breathed books for most of their life, but they knew not to take it as the law without further proof. They know that books are like the people who wrote them. Liable to make embellishments and inconsistencies even with the most noble intentions in mind.

They were hoping that the material written about the wizarding transportation, specifically portkeys would be those instances.

Apparently not.

The books they read had described it in excruciatingly accurate detail. From the initial strong tug on their navels the minute the portkey activated, to the spinning centered around the parchment, as if it was dead set on sending them flying off, down to the all-too-sudden and disorienting touchdown that had them silently thanking their teacher for the hellish training she put them through.

They were sure that was the only reason they landed in that dingy pub on their feet and their dignity intact.

"I'm not doing that ever again! Damn portkeys." Ed grumbled. "You okay Al?" he asked his brother, who looked a little green.

Alphonse only nodded, not trusting his stomach to keep his breakfast down.

Minerva McGonagall allowed the boys a minute to regain their bearings, slightly surprised. Some full grown wizards elect not to use a portkey as they never seem to seem to get the hang of landing on their feet.

"Let's get this over with. You ready Al?" Edward asked his brother.

"I think so, Brother." he answered his brother. Turning to the professor, he said, "I think we are feeling better now, Professor McGonagall. Thank you for waiting for us."

"That is not a problem Mister Elric. Though it would be best to get going as soon as possible as we have a long day ahead of us" Professor McGonagall responded with a smile. 'I don't know how these two have such different personalities.' she thought to herself. She led them to the back of the pub, to where the entrance of Diagon Alley was located.

Since the booklists have not been sent as of yet, the usual hoards of harried parents and over eager children were not present when the brothers set foot in Diagon Alley. This mostly meant that the trip was pretty much uneventful.

Save some singular instances.

First would be at Madam Malkin's.

Minerva was not surprised when the boys became a bit fussy when trying to fit them into robes. Both brothers have difficulties keeping still for a certain amount of time, which is quite usual for boys their age. That is until Madam Malkin asked Edward Elric to take off his shoes as the elevated soles messes up her measurements.

The boy in question point blank refused to take off his shoes and his younger brother all but begged Madam Malkin not to have his brother's shoes removed. It was a good thing Madam Malkin relented and just adjusted her measurements to accommodate the shoes.

Another would be Flourish and Blotts. Or any bookstore for that matter.

Minerva would not deny that she was secretly pleased that the brothers are avid readers. So, she may have allowed the brothers a few more minutes to stay in the bookstore and buy a bit more books than what she has initially appropriated. If Albus has not arranged that they stay in her house, she have a feeling Fillius would love to have them in his house.

And the most notable would be at Ollivanders'.

Albus Dumbledore has already informed Minerva McGonagall that the help he has asked for are muggles. But someone without a wand would raise more questions than is comfortable, especially now that the Ministry of Magic is breathing down their necks.

So they have arranged with Ollivander to have coreless wands be discreetly fitted for them. Just for to be safe.

Minerva stepped in the shop, waiting for the wand maker to make his usual entrance.

"Good afternoon." a soft voice echoed around the room. Minerva felt the brothers step closer to each other as they see an old man emerging from the back room.

"Mister Ollivander, Good afternoon." Minerva greeted the old wand maker.

"Minerva McGonagall, a pleasure. Nine and a half inches, fir and dragon heartstring. Suitable for transfiguration. Does it still serve you well?" the wand maker responded as his own form of greeting

"Very well, thank you. I am not here for me, though." Minerva responded to the inquiry. Motioning to the brothers, she said "These boys needed to be fitted with wands. I believe we have sent an owl?"

"Indeed, I have received the owl. Curious thing, but a lovely eagle owl, nonetheless."

Minerva cannot remember sending an eagle owl to Ollivander. In fact, she cannot remember the school owlery housing an eagle owl. But since she already had a long day, she had let it slide in favor of sending the boys back as soon a possible.

"I don't believe I have met any of your kin before. My name is Garrick Ollivander, may I have your names?"

"I am Edward Elric and this is my younger brother, Alphonse." Edward Elric said, pointing his thumb to himself, then to his brother.

"Elric, it is indeed a name I have not heard before. Well then, wand arm please?" Ollivander asked the brothers. Without waiting for a reply, he said" That would be the arm you write with, Messrs Elric. I hope you don't mind me fitting both of you at the same time. I was informed you already had a long day and I would not want to detain you for any longer"

"That would be most appreciated, Mister Ollivander." Minerva said, then she sat on a chair inside the shop

Edward held out his left hand, Alphonse, his right. Two tape measures shot out and started measuring their arms and other apparently relevant dimensions.

"Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Messrs Elric. 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 old wandmaker said as he left the tape measures to their own devices and he went back to the back of the shop to get wands to fit the brothers.

The measuring tapes immediately stopped and fell in a heap on the floor when the old wandmaker placed several boxes on the counter. Handing a wand to each of the brothers, he said "Give them a wave."

Feeling rather foolish, the brothers did give the wands a wave. This resulted in blowing up the lamp on Ollivander's counter and having the nearby curtain catch fire.

"Wait! But how?" Edward Elric and Minerva McGonagall blurted out, with Edward Elric holding out the wand close for inspection

"Usual reactions for an ill-matched wand. Surely, you know that well, Miss McGonagall." Ollivander said, looking confusedly at Minerva. After a couple of minutes of tense silence, Ollivander looked away from Minerva and continued with finding a fitting wand for the brothers.

Several wands and casualties to the shop, including, but not limited to, a shattered windowpane and a charred countertop, Edward bonded with a wand made of Red Oak with Dragon heartstring as its core and a Cedar wand with Unicorn tail had bonded with Alphonse.

Minerva was about to lead the brothers out of the shop when an eagle owl swooped down on the open window of the shop and landed on the least charred part of the counter.

"Ah, yes. Such a lovely eagle owl. Miss McGonagall, I believe this is yours?" Ollivander asked Minerva, to which Minerva declined.

"Curious, this is the owl that sent me the notice of you arriving today." Ollivander mused. Noticing the address on the letter, he said. "Messrs Elric, I believe this is for you two?"

Taking the envelope from the owl, the brothers found themselves with a claim stub for one wand holster and another note with an all too familiar handwriting.

The wand holster ordered in this shop is for Mister Elric. A provision for a wand holster has been included on the Colonel's arm guard from Havocs'. Not that any of you have noticed that time.

Knowing the General's attitude towards cleanliness, the arm guards should still be in his office where you left it.

Colonel Armstrong

"Well that explains things." Edward muttered.

"I just hope we can get a better explanation from her the next time we see her." Alphonse said.

"Yeah, Al. I hope so too." Edward agreed. With this, he made his way to Minerva so they can take the portkey back to East City HQ.

*edited as of 05-11-2015 (just some minor alterations, thank you Time Locked Maniac for pointing it out!)

*another edit as of 14 July 2016 (thanksies beta, TheUltamate Blastoise! Love you much!)

A/N: I'm back. I really have to thank everyone for the continued support even with the silence the last month. I love you all!

A special thank you to those 14 people who added this to their story alert list, and to those reviewers, especially krazyfanfiction1. I can really feel the love! Thank you so much! (Throws virtual cookies all around). Please, do continue to read, review and enjoy!

I would also like to thank my friend who demanded to see the brothers in Diagon Alley. Thank you, friend-who-has-no-fanfiction-account!

Though I think I have to say sorry if I got carried away in Ollivander's shop. Promise it was supposed to be about three paragraphs long as the most. But, yeah. There

References:

-harrypotter .wikia .com (I just want to make Professor McGonagall's wand as cannon)

-Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone (Ollivander's explanation on the wands is directly lifted from that book with minor alterations for continuity reasons)

-pottermore .wikia .com (ff seems to have some issues with URLs) for the selection on the wandwood and wand core. No need for super magic powers with super special wands. They already have super special alchemy.