I'm sorry, guys! This is a short, filler chapter! But, don't worry! Our time traveling trio will soon meet the boy who lived! And that chapter is going to be quite entertaining! Alright, on with the story!
I do not, will not, and have never owned Harry Potter or Doctor Who.
The wands shop was a small store called "Ollivander's" When they opened the door, a bell chimed, and the smell of dust and wood filled their nostrils. A small old man with large eyes peaked out from behind a shelf of boxes.
"Hello, you kids. What can I help you with?" The doctor smiled pleasantly and said,
"Hi, Mr. Ollivander. I'm the Doctor, these are Amy and Rory and River, and we need wands," The man, Mr. Ollivander, looked at them closely for a moment before saying,
"Alright," he walked over to the desk and grabbed his own stick, which he lifted in the air and waved it around for a moment. Before long, a tape measure was floating around the Doctor, measuring his hight, the amount of distance from his forehead to the tip of his nose, how long his thumb was, and various other distances. Then, Ollivander grabbed a stick from the counter and held it out to him.
"Yew and Unicorn tail, twelve and a half inches, pleasantly springy," the Doctor held it for just a moment, before both him and Ollivander made a face at it.
"No," they said in unison as the Doctor tossed it behind him. Ollivander held up another one,
"Dragon Heartstring and Oak, ten inches, stiff," the Doctor had barely grabbed it before he dropped it.
"No no no," he said, "not for me," he then began searching the shelves on his own for a moment, before coming up with another wand.
"Ah," Ollivander said, "Phoenix Feather and Birch, thirteen and a quarter inches, pleasantly springy," the Doctor waved it and felt a rush of warmth flood through his body.
"This is the one!" He said, "yes, come to papa!"
Ollivander then moved over to Amy, and continued the measurement process with her. He grabbed a stick off a shelf and said,
"Ten inches, oak, unicorn hair, and stiff," He said, handing it to her, and the wand just about exploded in her hand. She quickly dropped it, letting out a small yelp. Ollivander scooped it up and went over to a different shelf, grabbing another wand.
"Acacia and Veela hair, ten and a half inches, stiff," he said. Amy grabbed it and waved it, immediately feeling a warm rush similar to the Doctor's. Ollivander nodded, and said,
"My only veela hair one, use it well. Don't plan on making another one like it any time soon. The veela who gave me that one was a nasty piece of work," He then moved onto Rory, who got an Oak and Dragon heartstring, and finally River, who got a Snakewood and Threstral tail one. They paid, thanked Ollivander, and left.
"Alright," The Doctor said, "robes," He lead them into a small shop with a hand painted sign that said,
"Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions," They stepped inside.
"And mother," they heard, "I don't want you following me into Flourish and Blotts. Honestly, it's bad enough having you here. You're just lucky that none of my classmates are here,"
They walked further into the shop, and spied a blonde boy with his hair slicked back, and a woman who was obviously his mother standing to the side of him. There was another woman, too, with her hair up in a bun, taking measurements from all sorts of different angles. The Doctor rang the bell on the countertop, and the woman looked over.
"Just a minute, luv," she said, as she pinned the hem of the collar into place.
"There you go, Mr. Malfoy," she said, "I'll have a few more of these done in about half an hour," The blonde boy, Mr. Malfoy, nodded curtly and jumped down, quickly slipping off the robe. His ice blue eyes scanned the group that had just entered, and he stepped over.
"Who are you?" He asked, "never seen you at Hogwarts before? What are you, homeschooled?"
The Doctor shook his head and replied,
"No, we are exchange students this year, from the school in Switzerland,"
Mr. Malfoy's eyes narrowed,
"Then how come you speak perfect English with out an accent?" He asked,
"Well, we obviously aren't Switzerlandish. We're British. We just go to the school in Switzerland. Honestly, Amy. Can you believe him?"
Amy didn't answer, and Malfoy smirked,
"So," he said, "exchanges to Hogwarts, eh? You'd better hang around the right crowds, otherwise you could be mistaken for a madman,"
The Doctor smiled slightly, and said,
"Trust me, if I was accused of being a madman, it would be no mistake,"
River rolled her eyes and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Now, sweetie," she said, "Let's not frighten the poor boy yet. We have much better ways to that," she gestured lightly to her handgun that was in it's holster. Malfoy gulped, his eyes widening for a moment, before regaining his composure and glaring.
"Come along, Mother," He said, as he walked past.
"Come along, Pond," the Doctor said, glaring equally as he lead them to the back where Madame Malkin was waiting.