Disclaimer: This story is 100% alternate universe and most, if not all, of the characters in this story are out of character as well. Also I don't own anything by J.K. Rowling and I am not trying to steal her characters, plots, or moments within the books that she has written. This is my own story and I also claim to not copy off of anyone else's work either in the process.

What Happened Previously: Ron, Fred, and George rescue Harry from the Dursleys, but he does not want to go. The boys take a flying car back to the Burrow, and it almost crash lands into the shed. Dumbledore gives the Weasleys some information on the coming school year.

A/N: In case you're wondering, yes, I did look up Ollivander's real name. You'll see below. Also, I tried looking up the information on Ginny's wand and got almost nothing so I had to make some of the details up.

Chapter 2: Adventures in Diagon Alley (Part 1)

"Ron, can you please shut the hell up? I don't want to hear about Gilderoy Lockhart anymore."

"How can anyone NOT talk about him, Harry?! The man is a legend!" He said as the Weasleys, and Harry walked down the streets of Diagon Alley.

The group was on their way to obtain school supplies, and it was only a complete coincidence that Lockhart was going to be there to sign copies of his books. Yeah right. There's no such thing as coincidence, and Harry knew that better than most.

"Yes, you've said that already."

"Did you know he is a Ravenclaw? I can't believe he wasn't a Gryffindor. Such a brave man!"

"You've said that already too."

"I hope he signs my books! Bloody hell he can sign my chest if he wants!" Harry snickered.

"Well, I can only hope he goes for that option, Ron. Wouldn't that be a sight to see?"

"Yeah, Ronnie. Go ahead and let him sign your chest." Fred said.

"Just make sure you never bathe again so the ink doesn't go away!" George finished.

"Knock it off you two." Percy stated before looking at his younger brother. "Ronald you cannot allow someone to sign your chest. The health problems that could arise from ink remaining on your skin for long periods of time would be quite damaging to your immune system."

"Shove off, Percy. You are just jealous that I'm going to get Gilderoy's autograph, and you won't! He doesn't have time for nerds like you!" The older boy rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I'm with Ron on this one, Percy. Just let him do what he wants. He has to learn from his mistakes, no matter how stupid or idiotic they are." Harry said as he looked at Percy directly in the eyes and winked. Percy only nodded while not showing any kind of emotion whatsoever. It seems that the stricter Weasley child was fine with Ron being taught a lesson, which kind of surprised Harry.

"Yeah what Harry said!" Harry rolled his eyes. He still had trouble believing sometimes that Ron Weasley was one of the biggest idiots on the planet. Maybe even the entire universe! There's no way anyone could be that dumb.

"Alright, children that's enough. We need to get a lot of supplies today for school, so we will need to split up. Fred and George, please go ahead and get the things you need. Harry and Ron, you two can go to Gringotts and withdraw some money out of your accounts, and then you can get your supplies. Percy, please stick with them as well. As for you, Ginny, we're going to work on getting you a wand first, so you will stay with me. When you are finished with your errands, we will meet up at the book store to get our books signed!" Mrs. Weasley announced to the group."

The group of children agreed and went their separate ways.

Harry, Ron, and Percy:

When the three boys made their way into Gringotts Bank, they saw a crowd of people near the building and it seemed it was just as busy as ever. No doubt the arrival of Lockhart was causing quite a stir. People needed those galleons, and knowing that those books of his did not come cheap, wizards and witches would be emptying a lot of gold out of their vaults today.

As soon as the trio made their way inside It only took a few seconds for Percy to try and take dominance of the group.

"Okay, you two. I need to speak to the family goblin about my finances. Go sit over near the wall and do not move a muscle until a return." He pointed over to the right side of the building.

"But Percy that may take forever! You never have a quick appointment at the bank!" Ron complained.

"You actually have a vault here, Percy? I thought you were just as almost homeless as the rest of your family? Guess I was fucking wrong." Percy either ignored him or didn't hear him.

"Be quiet, Ronald. Sit near the wall and await my return." Moments after the arrogant redhead left the lobby, Harry couldn't wait to cause some potential problems for his friend.

"Hey, Ron do you have a vault here?"

"No. I share it with my parents. The only ones who have their own vault are Bill, Charlie, and now Percy."

"Well get used to never having your own vault, Ron. The scores on your homework seem to indicate you will become nothing more than a village idiot at this point. Maybe you could whore yourself out every day for some knuts while showing yours." He chuckled at his own joke.

"I can't wait to have my own vault, Harry. When I'm a famous keeper for the Chudley Cannons, I'll have so much gold I won't know what to do with it."

"If by some crazy coincidence that happens, not only will I give you all my gold in my vault, but I will personally suck your own dick."

"Suck my whaaa … ?" Ron asked as his eyes grew to the size of bowling balls.

"Let's go, Ron. I'm not sitting here while we wait for your dick of a brother to get back." Harry said as he deflected Ron's potential question.

"But Harry! We have to stay here!"

"Says who you thick moron? I don't care what your brother says. I'm going to the front." Ron attempted to stop him by grabbing his hand.

"You can't go, Harry! Just look how long the line is. We won't ever get to the front at this rate."

"Oh no? Just watch and learn you simpleton. I'm about to blow your fucking mind with some magic." The boy began marching towards the long line.

Rather than try to stop Harry again, Ron followed his friend as the headed to the front of the withdrawal line. As the pair passed the other witches and wizards, a large number of whispers and murmurs began as they all noticed that the Boy-Who-Lived was passing by. Unfortunately, all of these people started to get angry real quick once they noticed the two boys get to the front of the line. Harry noticed that there was someone already trying to get their money, but he didn't fucking care. Harry shoved the moderate-sized man to the floor and took his place. Naturally, this action caused a huge uproar.

"Uh .. Harry .. these people look really mad."

"Not to worry. Just watch, Ron." He said as his grin grew wide.

Sometime during his first year at Hogwarts, Harry was able to punch Ron so high that he hung from one of the tops of the towers using the massive amount of magic he possessed. Thinking back to that moment, the boy allowed the rage inside of him to grow. Then, as if an explosion went off, Harry used his magic to push everyone in line back to the wall.

The result was nothing short of chaotic.

The people in line were slammed into one another as they collided into the wall. Some broke bones, while others passed out from the pain. The other magical folk inside the bank stopped what they were doing to take a look at what happened, and then as if nothing happened at all, they returned to what they were doing.

The goblin teller in front of Harry was smiling from ear to ear with what he had just seen.

"Can I help you, Mr. Potter?"

"You know who I am?"

"Certainly, Mr. Potter. Even if I didn't recognize your scar, I would know it was you thanks to your magical aura. It is quite extraordinary, Mr. Potter. It is a shame you wizards will never be able to see it."

"What do you mean by that?" The goblin teller then shifted from pleased to annoyed. He was not a big fan when it came to dealing with clients for very long.

"Never mind that. Can I help you, Mr. Potter, or would you like to wait at the back of the line again?" Harry grinned.

"You mean in the line I just blew up? Yeah. Sure. Whatever pal."

"Fine. What can I do for you?"

"I would like to make a withdrawal from my vault. I don't know how much I will need, but I want a lot. Even if I don't spend it, I have to flaunt it in front of my associate here to make him jealous." Harry indicated towards Ron, who was looking at the people in the accident.

"Heh heh heh. You are certainly a great form of entertainment, Mr. Potter. If only more wizards were more like you, I would actually like my job." The goblin stated. He cleared his throat. "Would you like a balance sheet, Mr. Potter? That way you can see how much you have in your vaults."

"Wait. I have vaults? As in more than one? Why didn't anyone tell me this?!"

"I don't know." The creature summoned a sheet of the boy's finances from thin air and then gave it to the young Potter. "Here is your bank statements. Now how much do you want to withdraw?"

Harry read over the entire bank statement. His eyes popped out of his head and he could not be more surprised if he tried. The first vault was his trust fund for schooling, which was a moderate size of gold. The second vault was his family's personal finances, which were staggering. There was no doubt in Harry's mind that he would never need to work. Ever. And finally, the third vault was full of heirlooms that were in his name since his parents were deceased.

"Great Godric's giant hairy balls! That's a shit ton of galleons! How in the fucking hell do I have that much? I guess withdrawing a thousand won't be a problem." He thought.

"I'll take a thousand from the family vault."

"Hmph. You really want to flaunt your gold don't you, Mr. Potter? Fine. Have your galleons." The goblin then summoned a small-sized bag from nowhere that didn't even feel heavy whatsoever. Harry looked at the goblin as if he was insane. Why was the bag not heavy?

"It's a feathering charm, Mr. Potter." He said as if to read the boy's mind. "The bag contains all of your galleons inside, while not having any weight. Is there anything else you need?"

"No. Thanks, Mr. Goblin."

"It's Griphook, Mr. Potter." He said as he grunted. "Have a pleasant day." Harry nodded and walked away from the goblin teller. As he headed back to the wall where Percy said to stay, Ron stayed close behind.

"How much money do you have, Harry?"

"Wow, Ron, that was really rude! You're not supposed to ask people how much money they have! What is wrong with you?" The ginger kid looked down in embarrassment.

"Sorry. I was just curious."

"Shove your curiosity, Ron. Just stop being an idiot and think! Godric help you!" Harry then mentally slapped himself for using the name Godric Gryffindor a few times today. He really was turning into one of these idiots with their Hogwarts lingo. That alone caused a shiver to go down his spine. It was not pleasant.

"So how much do you have, Harry?" Harry wanted to kill the kid.

"You're really getting on my nerves, Ron. And for the record it's 1000 galleons!"

"1000 GALLEONS?! Are you kidding me, Harry?!" Ron almost had a heart attack and a stroke at the same time hearing this.

"Yes, Ron. 1000 galleons and they're ALL MINE." The redhead looked sad because he didn't get anything. Harry then sighed and rolled his eyes. Fine. He would give his friend some galleons. This was the only charity he would ever give Ron.

"Thank you, Harry!"

"Shut the fuck up, dickhead. I'm not doing this again." Ron didn't hear him because he was in his own world.

"I have some galleons! I can't believe I have some galleons!"

"RON! Shut up and get over here." The boys went over to the wall and sat down where Percy said to be. "Don't tell Percy about this."

"Okay, Harry."

Not even a second later, the pompous dick that was Percy Weasley returned from the back. He had the smuggest look on his face as if he accomplished something worthwhile today. Whatever. Harry knew Percy's dealings were absolutely nothing compared to his riches.

"I'm done. I trust you two were able to keep yourselves entertained while I was gone?"

"Sure, Percy. We just sat and did nothing."

"Good. Thank you for listening to me, Harry. You could learn a thing or two from your friend Ronald." Ron gave his brother a heated look. "Let's get out of here. There are too many people present."

"Wait! Percy we didn't get any money!"

"Calm down, Ronald. I withdrew enough money to get your supplies. Now move it. We are behind schedule."

The younger boys didn't say anything as they followed the older student outside. Harry was just glad that Percy didn't question anything that happened, because he really didn't want to have to deal with this asshole today. Ron was already a huge annoyance, so to deal with another Weasley would be disastrous. For them.

As the three moved along to the bookstore, Harry hung back with Ron while Percy went ahead. The older boy was not aware the two younger boys had left, and that's exactly what Harry wanted. On the right of Gringotts was a candy store that Harry most definitely wanted to take Ron to. The opportunity to make Ron eat something like the alcoholic cauldrons from last year, was just too good of an opportunity to pass.

"Let's go to this shop, Ron."

"Which one, Harry?" Ron asked as he had his attention fully on the Quidditch supply store.

"THIS one, Ron!" Harry exclaimed as he pointed to the sign. "I'm talking about Sugarplum's Sweet Shop!"

"I LOVE THAT PLACE! OH GODRIC LET'S GO!" the redhead said as he pulled Harry along. The Weasley boy ran so fast that he nearly tore Harry's arm off.

The store was a fantastic place to go and get sweets. There were a lot of candies that Harry was already aware of like Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Botts Beans, and Ice Mice, but there was a lot that he was unaware of. Harry was looking for the more adult sectioned candies, but figured it would be great to get Ron to do something stupid with the other candies.

"What are all these candies, Ron? I've never heard of most of these before."

"Oh Harry I'll show you!" Ron then began to point at all the candies on the wall and said their names aloud.

"Licorice Wands, Blood-Flavored Lollipops (Harry almost threw up after hearing about that), Cauldron Cakes, Acid Pops, Bat's Blood Soup, Chocoballs, … "

"Yes that's very nice, Ron. Now what about those?" Harry pointed towards the back where there were a lot more foreign candies.

"Oh you don't want to go there, Harry. There's a lot of products that kids can't get over there."

"PERFECT! Let's go check it out." Ron didn't have much of a choice since he would have been left alone otherwise.

The boys made their way over and a lot of interesting candy caught Harry's eye. The Liquor Cauldrons were promptly displayed on the walls as well as Spermies (Dumbledore's favorite), Rum Raisin Rats, and Garlic Garbage. Harry made his way over to the Liquor Cauldrons again in hopes that Ron would make a fool of himself in this store too.

"Harry we can't buy those."

"Shut up, Ron. I'm the boy-who-fucking-lived and that apparently gives me free shit from time to time. If they won't give me these candies, then I'll make them!" The boys made their way to the front to pay, but they were stopped by the guy at the counter.

"Boys I am afraid you cannot purchase these candies. They are only for older customers."

"Listen up here, dick. I'm Harry Potter. I want these candies and you will give them to me. Now." He said while lifting up his hair to show his lightning scar.

The guy at the counter gasped, and the shock of seeing Harry Potter for the first time in his life caused him to have a sudden panic attack and fall over and feint. After seeing the man fall over on to the floor, the scene at the candy store was an absolute wave of chaos.

Seeing this was as good of a time as any, Harry took the Liquor Cauldrons and made a run for it, while Ron stayed behind and started eating everything off the shelves as if he hadn't eaten in a week. Harry knew that if he was discovered at the store he would have a mob of people after him, so he had to choose on where to go.

Across the way, Harry could see the twins stumbling out of the Leaky Cauldron and assumed the pair of them were drunk. Going to hang with them was not the best of ideas and there was no way Harry would go looking for Percy since he was a pompous asshole that got on his every nerve. That only left one option. Harry sprinted off in the direction of Ginny Weasley and hoped he could find her before she left the wand store.

Fred and George:

..

"When you are finished with your errands, we will meet up at the book store to get our books signed!" Mrs. Weasley.

Fred and George Weasley had stopped listening almost halfway during their mum's speech. As the group departed, the twins took it upon themselves to go their own way.

"So brother of mine. Where should we go first?" Fred asked.

"Oh no brother. I believe it is your choice. I had the pleasure of picking last time, and I expect your decision to be just as good as mine." George said. Fred pretended to think about it for a millisecond before speaking.

"I say we do the usual arrangement and then head to the pub. I hear the pints are usually half off around this time."

"Wonderful suggestion, Fred. The usual it is then." George agreed.

The two troublemakers then dashed over to the letter office and sent off their yearly letter to Headmaster Dumbledore. Now why in the world would these two bother Dumbledore at a time like this? Simple. The twins had never paid for their school supplies ever since their first year because the Headmaster always covered them. As long as he got to use the prank devices the twins got throughout the year. The letters were written in record time, and then sent off via owl to Hogwarts. When the twins would arrive at Hogwarts in a few days, Dumbledore would have their supplies in their dorm room. So they had no reason to worry.

"Ah, finally, George. Now that this problem has been taken care of, let's head to the pub!"

"Last one buys the drinks!" Fred said as he dashed off.

"Come back here cheater!"

The boys made it over to the Leaky Cauldron in record time, but since both of them arrived at the exact moment, the only thing they could do was consider it a draw, and each man pay for themselves.

"Fred. George." Tom the bartender said. "I assume you two are getting pints?"

"You know us too well, Tom." the both said together. Tom sighed.

"One day boys you'll get caught and I won't be there to save you."

"Thanks for the warning .."

" .. but we prefer to worry about that later."

"Now give us some ale!"

Tom sighed again as he grabbed two pint glasses. The man filled the glasses to the brim with ale and handed them over. The twins eagerly grabbed the drinks and began to drink. And drink. And drink. 5 ales each later the boys were certainly plastered.

"Frrd I thunk we need to go. Mum will search fur us. We need to get books."

"I thunk yo correct, Gorge. Let's go or else Mum will flip."

The two young men then walked over to Flourish and Blotts as best as they could without looking like they were drunk as a skunk. The task was difficult, but the pair of Weasleys were somewhat successful in making it to the book store on time. Mrs. Weasley wasn't there yet, so the boys headed inside to look around. They unfortunately ran into their older pompous brother who certainly acted like he had a wand up his ass.

"I see you two finally made it. We were waiting ages!"

"Shove it, Percy. You an arse."

"Was he said, Perce."

"Oh wonderful. You two are drunk. Again." The older boy sighed and shook his head in disgust. "You're lucky mother isn't here or she would have made you two de-gnome the gardens for weeks!"

"Just fix us oh annoying bother of ours!"

"We don't want to hear you scolding us!"

Percy grunted and just grabbed his wand. The boy performed the sobering spell on his twin brothers.

"Ah. I feel wonderful. How about you, Fred?"

"Never better, George. Once again we have had the time of our young lives, and no one was of the wiser." The two then high-fived each other.

"How trivial. Perhaps now you two can stay out of trouble while I try to find Ron and Harry?"

"You lost them, Percy?"

"We thought you were the responsible one. Seems like we were wrong."

"Wouldn't be the first time you imbeciles." Percy sneered as he began to walk away.

"At least we admit it!" George shot back. Percy most likely had heard him, but chose to ignore his brothers in order to find Ron and Harry.

"Are we sure we're related to him?" asked Fred.

"I often wonder if he's adopted. But he is a moron so perhaps he is one of us." George stated.

"Are you saying I'm a moron?"

"The genes are only on your side of the family dear brother!" Fred shook his head in response.

"Come on. Let's go find the explicit section of the store."

"What a wonderful idea. I believe I need to get a brush up before this new year starts."

The boys then made their way to the adult area of the bookstore and preceded to make themselves at home. With so many options available, the young men would definitely be able to entertain themselves for quite a while.

Ginny:

..

"When you are finished with your errands, we will meet up at the book store to get our books signed!" Mrs. Weasley said.

While the boys headed off in their own directions, Ginny sighed and took her mum's hand. The two ladies then made their way to the the wonderful wand shop owned by the peculiar wizard named Garrick Ollivander. Normally this event would be a great experience in any young witch's life, but Ginny knew what was in store for her.

"Now Ginny, we know you would love to have your own wand, but we have already decided that you will have the honor of getting your grandmother's wand. Isn't that wonderful?"

"I don't want her wand, mum! I want to get my own wand!" Ginny pouted.

"We've been over this dear. Wands are expensive, and you will have to settle for what we have for now. Maybe when you are older your father and I can get you a wand, but this is all we can afford right now."

"I hate it, Mum. I hate it. Why do I get stuck with her wand and all the boys get their own?"

"Quiet Ginny. I don't want to hear any more out of you. We are getting this wand fixed, and that is final."

"It doesn't work, Mum! How can I use it if it's broken?"

"Shush! That's enough out of you young lady."

Ginny pouted again but it wasn't for long because she knew this would happen. It was true that her grandmother's wand no longer worked because it was just too old. The core inside the wand was broken. While it could be fixed, it was only temporary. It would only be a matter of time until the wand would simply refuse to work altogether. The little girl would have to settle with this defective wand, and had no say in the matter.

When Ginny and her Mum arrived, the pair noticed there were already a few people inside getting new wands no doubt. This gave Ginny some time to reflect on her current predicament.

"This is so unfair! All the boys get their own wands so why do I get hers? I hate it. I hate it. I hate it! When I get my own wand, I'll be better than all of them. They'll see. I'll be the best witch ever!" she thought with a small smile on her face.

Ginny didn't have any more time to think to herself because she and her mum had finally stepped inside Ollivander's Wand Emporium. The place was filled with wands from top to bottom and seemed to stretch for miles, even though the shop was very cramped inside. Magic is truly capable of anything.

"Ah! The youngest Weasley is here at last." Ollivander said as he stepped out from the back and headed to the front counter. "I am sad there are no more Weasleys for me to help acquire a wand, but there is always a possibility for more Weasleys in the future. Now, Miss Weasley, I believe we should start .."

"Actually, we are not here to get a new wand today. We have come to get one repaired." Mrs. Weasley interrupted as she held up the older witch's wand.

"Oh? I see. Let me have the wand please." Ollivander took the damaged wand in his hand and looked it over. What he saw was not pleasant.

"Oh dear. I am afraid this wand is in need of great repair, Mrs. Weasley. If you take a look here, you can see that the core is heavily strained and there are giant cracks along the base." This did nothing to change the woman's mind however.

"Can it be repaired? I want my daughter to use this wand."

"Well .. I will do my best to repair the wand .. but any repair on this wand will only make it last for a few years at most. Even then, the wand will not respond as well to Miss Weasley because the wand did not choose her. Are you sure that this is what you would like to do?" Ginny looked down in sadness while her mother nodded to the old man.

"I'm sure. My daughter will use this wand."

"I see .. well .. I can only hope .." The old man stopped as he noticed someone coming. The door suddenly opened wide from the alley and in stepped the young Mr. Potter.

"Mrs. Weasley! I need your help! Ron went crazy and started eating all the sweets in the candy store!" Harry exclaimed. Even though the woman would never know, Harry convinced Ron that all the candy in the store was his for the taking, and the piggy boy took the bait. The sight caused Harry to laugh his ass off, but he needed to find Mrs. Weasley in case Ron ate himself into a coma.

"My poor Ronnie!" she turned towards the boy. "Stay here with Ginny, Harry! I'll be back soon!"

And with that the giant tomato problem was taken care of. Harry sniggered as he recalled Ron eating his weight in candy as he left the store.

"Hi Harry. If you wanted to see me get a wand, then don't bother. Mum can't afford it and I have to use my grandmother's." the boy's eyebrows rose in confusion.

"Can I see the wand?" Ginny handed it over to Harry who inspected it for about a minute before taking the wand and snapping it in half. Then in half again. Then in half again and so on until it was nothing but dust. Ginny was absolutely furious.

"HEY! Why did you do that, Harry!?" she asked as she started to cry. "Now I won't have a wand for school!"

"That wand was ancient, Ginny. It was your grandmother's for hell's sake! Odds are it would have crumbled into dust within the first few months of school. There's no way I'd let you use that wand. You'll need something better if you're going to be my best friend." the small girl dried her tears.

"Wait. I'm your .. "

"We'll discuss it later. Now lets get you a wand." Harry turned towards the old wand maker. "We meet again Mr. Ollivander."

"Yes, Mr. Potter, it appears we have. I trust your 11 inch holly wand is in perfect condition?"

"Yes. Unlike other wizards I know, I tend to polish my wand regularly, and might I say it is quite the experience." Ginny tried her best not to laugh.

"Yes. Well then. Miss Weasley needs a wand so lets get started."

The process of getting a new wand seemed to take quite some time. Ginny was started to get discouraged, while Harry was starting to get increasingly more annoyed. There was no way that his friend wouldn't get a wand, but the longer she tried and failed, the more depressed she seemed to be. The boy then decided enough was enough.

"Mr. Ollivander. It seems we are not having any luck with you selecting a wand. I wonder if your skills are even good enough to find Ginny a wand at all? Since you have promptly wasted both of our time, I will make this simple and just find the wand myself." Harry didn't even wait to hear a response from the old man as he held out his hand, concentrated, and summoned the wand straight to him.

"There. I'm sure this will work Ginny, but I still want you to try it out."

Ginny pulled the wand out of the box. It was made of yew wood and seemed to be about 10 inches in length. As soon as the wand touched the girl's hands, the room seemed to shake as the power of the wand was absorbed entirely into the little redhead. Ginny was overjoyed to finally find the wand that was destined to be hers.

"My word! That wand is absolutely perfect for you, Miss Weasley. There is no other that could even come close to working as this one will."

"See? I found the wand on the first try you old fuck. Thanks for wasting our time. Come on Ginny lets go."

"Wait, Harry! I can't pay for this wand. Mum was not able to .." the boy was not going to take no for an answer.

"Sure you can. Here's how." Harry then pointed his wand at the old man and shouted his go to spell

"WINGARD LEVOSA!"

The decrepit wizard was knocked all the way back to the store with such force that he slammed into a wall of wands. Hard. The result even caused a shelf of wands to fall on top of Ollivander and knocked him unconscious. Seeing the destruction he had caused, Harry took Ginny's hand and the two of them fled the store.

"Harry, you can't do that! What if he comes looking for you?"

"Please. The old man won't come after me, unless he wants a nightmare on his hands. I will have no problem making this guy's life a living hell if he messes with me .. or you .. for that matter." Ginny was so happy that her friend was able to give her a wand that she hugged him. Harry was a little uncomfortable getting a hug, but the fact that it was Ginny who was doing it made him feel a little relaxed.

"Thank you thank you thank you! I have a wand! I have a wand!" the little girl shouted for joy.

"Yes you do. However I think we should tell Mrs. Weasley what happened so you can keep the wand."

"What should we say?"

"Simple. The wand blew up after you tried to use it because you are so powerful. She will have no choice but to accept the answer since we don't have the wand anymore. And if she tries to talk to Ollivander about it, the old man won't be able to because I knocked him out cold." Ginny seemed to have agreed because she nodded furiously.

"Come on let's go. I'm sure this Gilderoy Lockhart guy is going to be a pompous ass that I can't wait to destroy."