"Harry, are you ready to go to Diagon Alley?" Sirius' voice carried through the vast empty house.

I rushed down the stairs, running into my Godfather. "Today is the day, right?" Sirius nodded and grinned broadly. "I finally get to meet her."

"Slow down Harry, you have to remember all of this is going to be overwhelming for her."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, can we go now?"

Sirius chuckled. "Eat first. Then we will go find her." I sighed but obeyed, sitting down at the table.

"Here you are, Master." I stared down at the house elf. "Minny, how many times must I tell you to call me Harry?"

Minny's round eyes got wider. "Oh no. Minny can not do that. Minny would be disrespecting Master."

I sighed and smiled at the elf. "Minny, do I have to order you? You know how much I hate that."

Minny squeaked, and bowed lowly. "Forgive Minny Mas- Harry. Minny does not wish to cause grief."

"Stop torturing the elf already." Sirius grumbled from across the table.

"I wasn't torturing her. You know I hate being called Master." Minny scurried back to the kitchen.

Sirius shrugged, "Soon people will be calling you Lord." Sirius laughed loudly as I winced at the word. "Eat up pup, or we are going to be late."

Forty five minutes later found us in the populated area of Diagon Alley. Stores were overflowing with people bustling around getting supplies for school. I whipped my head my back and forth, constantly on the look out for Professor Mcgonagall. After fifteen minutes of searching, I gave up and followed Sirius through the bustling streets. I started grumbling after we just finished climbing our way out of yet another store.

"Sirius, where are they already?" Sirius shrugged but refused to answer. "Are they even here?" I asked irritated.

Sirius muttered something I couldn't here and then turned to me. "Would you just be patient pup?"

"I've been waiting a long time to see her Sirius." I pointed out.

"I know, but this is all new for her, remember. I don't even know if that old crone told her yet."

"I am tired of waiting Sirius. I want to see my sister."

Sirius sighed in agitation. "I get it Harry, but you need to have a little patience."

"Fine." I grumbled, following him into yet another store, this one I recognized as Ollivanders. "What are we doing here? I don't need a new wand."

Sirius leaned in close to me and whispered quietly. "Not many people do this, but a few rare people have a spare wand on their person at all times."

"Do you?" I asked, my eyes widening, Sirius nodded, patting his left side. "Is it legal?"

Sirius shrugged, grinning at me. "Probably not, but it's only truly illegal if you get caught." He winked at me as he started walking to Ollivander.

"You are seriously a bad influence on me. Why would my parents entrust me to you?"

Sirius grinned again. "Cause Moony declined." I laughed loudly, causing the other customers to gawk over at us curiously. Sirius turned his attention back to Ollivander. "Hello Ollie."

Ollivander scowled at Sirius. "Do not call me that."

"Would you prefer S-" Ollivander slapped a hand over Sirius' mouth.

"Never again Sirius." Ollivander threatened menacingly. He cleared his throat and stood up straight. "What can I do for you today, Mr. Black?"

"Harry here," He pointed a thumb toward me, causing Ollivander to gaze my way, I smiled politely and he turned back to Sirius. "Would like a second wand." He said this part quietly.

Ollivanders eyes widened slightly, "Are you trying to get the boy thrown into Azkaban?" He hissed.

Sirius rolled his eyes. "You know as well as I do how much Harry will need one."

"And I suppose you will want the special holster too?" Ollivander asked, defeated.

"Only if you have one." Sirius brightened.

Ollivander sighed and made a come motion with his hand. "Brackken! Watch the store."

A man in his mid twenties came running out from the back, tall and lank, with shoulder length inky black hair. Brackken reminded Harry of Snape and shuddered, following the two men to the back where the young man appeared from. Ollivander showed them into a tiny room filled to the ceiling with wand boxes. I waited patiently, awaiting directions.

Ollivander turned to me, his voice lacking any of its usual cheeriness. "Before I let you choose, Harry, there are some things we should go over." I nodded and he continued. "First, this wand is to be strictly decoration until the need arises for it to be used. Mainly if your original wand was stolen or snapped. Secondly, the wand that chooses you will of course be significantly different to your original. Be it make, or essence. There are even some instances where it can be infinitely stronger or weaker than your original."

"Why is that sir?" I asked, curious.

He shrugged. "I am not sure of the answer myself." He admitted reluctantly.

"So do you just hand me wands again?" I asked.

"No. This procedure is a little different. Since you have already gotten a wand and still possess it, all you have to do is stand in the middle of the room and wait for one to come to you."

"And if one doesn't?" Sirius asked.

"I guess we will have to cross that bridge when we get to it."

I shrugged and stood in the middle of the room. Sirius and Ollivander quickly exited the room, leaving me in the room alone. I stared at them confused for a few moments until I heard a sound and turned around. I ducked quickly as a box flew over my head, then had to roll to the left as another one zoomed my way. I turned back to the door to notice Sirius laughing and Ollivander looking concerned. I sighed as I kept dodging flying boxes. Another twenty minutes and I was still trying to prevent myself getting hit in the head.

"This is ridiculous." I muttered. "Would you all stop already?" I felt a little crazy talking to the flying boxes of wands but I couldn't think of anything else to do. "I am done, if one of you want to choose me, fine, show yourself, otherwise go back to your shelves and I'll leave."

All the once they stopped, and after moment they started floating back to their respected places on the shelf. I sighed and felt kind of mad I wasn't able to get another wand. I was just about to the door when Sirius started banging on the door, I looked up at him quizzically, he was mouthing something I couldn't understand. I was about to turn around when something hit me hard in the head and I fell to the floor in pain. Sirius and Ollivander came rushing into the room.

"You OK pup?" He asked, trying to stifle his laughter.

I rubbed the back of my head. "Yeah. Bloody wands." I muttered.

"Seems one chose you Mr. Potter." Ollivander announced. I looked down to see the box that hit me laying on the floor. "Well go on, pick it up." I removed the wand from the box, it was sleek, long and an almost white color, but looked more grey. I felt my hand start to tingle as the wand and my core got to know each other. "Very impressive. May I?"

I looked to Sirius. "Go ahead." I handed the wand to Ollivander.

"10 1/4 apple-wood with a dragon heartstring core. Very rare wood indeed." Ollivander muttered.

"Rare sir?"

He nodded. "They are powerful and best suited to an owner of high aims and ideals, as this wood mixes poorly with Dark magic."

"Really?" I looked over excitedly at Sirius and back to Ollivander.

He nodded again. "Shall we go find a new holster for you wand Harry?"

"Sure. Where would be a good place to put it?"

"Where ever you desire. You see, these holsters are very special and very rare. No magic can detect them, and when they are on a witch or wizard, can not be seen nor felt."

"That's cool."

"Think of it as your birthday present Harry." Sirius added.

"Don't you think I got enough presents?"

"Perhaps, but this one is important."

"If you say so." Ollivander led us to another small room. "I'm not going to be attacked again am I?"

"Of course not. Think about where you want the holster to reside until you have need of it and then I'll show you what section to go look in."

"Hmm, I think I would prefer my leg. Do I have to take it off when I shower?"

Ollivander chuckled. "No. Magic is a wonderful thing. It will be as if it's not even there." He pointed to a section near the far wall. "You don't have many to choose from, I'm afraid."

"That's OK. No one is going to see it anyway." Ollivander nodded as I made my way over to the section he pointed out. He wasn't kidding about the selection. In all, there were four holsters, all pretty much with the same color and design. I did see one with an owl design, so I picked it up and went back to them.

"Excellent choice Harry." Sirius grinned.

"Put the holster on your leg." I obliged and fastened the holster to my left leg. "Now secure your wand in there." I did and as soon as the wand was secured the holster disappeared. "All that's left now is the payment."

"Of course." Sirius pulled out twenty galleons and handed them to Ollivander. "A little extra to keep this secret."

Ollivander nodded. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Sirius turned to me. "Ready? We are running behind."

My eyes widened as I realized the whole reason we came to Diagon Alley in the first place. I nodded and practically ran from the store, Sirius close behind me. Sirius led the way back to the Leaky Cauldron, making me assume we were to meet them there. We sat down at a back table, Sirius getting Tom and ordering some food and Butterbeer while we waited. Ten minutes after our food was ready, we finally spotted Mcgonagall approaching our table. I didn't see anyone else with her.

"Couldn't have for us Sirius?" She asked.

"I was hungry, and your late." He grinned up at his old professor. "How was shopping?"

"I always enjoyed the wonderment of children as they first come to Diagon Alley, but this one. All she had was questions after questions." Mcgonagall sighed. She turned slightly and spoke to someone behind her. "Are you going to come out?"

I perked up once a young woman appeared from behind the professor. She was a lot skinnier than I would have guessed, shorter too, she looked more thirteen than sixteen. He hair was chestnut brown and when the light would hit it just right, red highlights could be seen. The only thing that gave away we were related was the fact her eyes were the same color of emerald green has his. He studied her a moment longer, noticing the terror on her face, turning his gaze to Sirius who just shrugged.

"Hello Hermione. I am Sirius Black, your Godfather." He raised his hand to shake hers but dropped it immediately when she flinched and shied back from his hand. "And this is Harry, your brother."

She turned to look at me curiously, her eyes roaming up and down until she landed back onto my eyes and she gasped as she noticed the color. "Your... your eyes, are like mine." She spoke softly.

I nodded. "We are suppose to be twins, you know. Of course from what you can see, we are not identical."

"Are.. are you starting Hogwarts this year too?" She asked timidly. She reminded Harry of a blonde dreamy eyed Ravenclaw at the moment, wondering if Hermione was too bullied.

"Um... no. I started when I was eleven." She stared up at the professor, demanding an answer.

"Your an extreme case Hermione. For the longest time we thought you were a squib." Hermione kept looking at her. "A squib is someone who is born into a magical family with no powers. I am starting to believe it was the trauma though."

"Trauma?" I asked.

Mcgonagall was about to reply when Hermione grabbed her arm and shook her head no. "That is for her to tell you, when she is ready. Are you hungry Hermione?" She nodded. "Would you like to eat here? Tom's food is wonderful."

"Sure." She muttered quietly, waiting for Mcgonagall to sit down first before she did. Tom came over shortly afterwards and took their order. While they were waiting, Sirius and Harry attempted to make small talk with the woman, but it was hard to talk to someone they didn't know.

"Hermione loves to read, I am sure she will do great with the written work required at school. But she has to learn magic from the passed five years. I have cleared it with the Ministry that she have a pass for the summer so she can learn what she needs to before class begins."

"Are you putting her in sixth year?" I asked.

"No, we were leaning more toward fifth, but thinking about it, she will probably wish to stay close to you. At the end of summer she will take a test equivalent to the OWL exam. If she can pass all those we will put her in sixth year with you."

I nodded. "Hermione, would you like me to help you? I must admit, I am no genius in some classes, but I am sure I can help you with the younger stuff."

"Umm.." She hesitated, looking once again at the professor, who nodded. "That would be acceptable sir."

"Sir? I'm your brother Hermione, you can call me Harry."

"O...Ok.. Harry." She stammered. An hour later the women were finished eating and Mcgonagall was explaining she would be living with us at Grimauld House. She was terrified until we told her we weren't the only ones living there. She still seemed reluctant but agreed. Twenty minutes later found us in front of our home. I was about to warn Hermione about Walburga, but the door suddenly opened and out came Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh look at you dear. Such a skinny little thing you are." She wrapped her arms around the girl and Hermione stiffened her eyes wild with fear.

"Molly." Mcgonagall admonished. "Let go of the poor girl. Can't you see she's terrified?"

Mrs. Weasley released her immediately and started gushing about how happy she was to have another girl around the house. She ushered us all inside, I tried to warn Hermione ofWalburga but again was interrupted by the woman herself.

"Is that a Mudblood in my home?" The painting of Walburga Black screeched, staring disdainluy at Hermione, who cowered behind me. I was the closest person to her. "How dare you let that filthy little Mudblood in here Sirius! Kreacher! Kreacher! Remove the filth." Walburga screamed.

"Would you shut up you old hag? She is Hermione Potter." Sirius yelled, annoyed.

"Another Potter?" She sneered. "I want her out."

"Your just a painting mother, you have no say. And as soon as I figure out how to get you off the bloody wall, I will burn you." Sirius threatened.

"That painting talks." Hermione gasped, staring wide eyed at Walburga. "I thought paintings were suppose to look beautiful."

The silence following her statement was deafening you could hear a pin drop. And then Sirius busted out laughing. Shocked out of their state Mrs. Weasley then proceeded to close the curtains, blocking Walburga's annoying screeches. "Don't worry about her dear. Why don't you come in and meet the rest of the occupants of the house?" Hermione nodded meekly, letting go of my hand. Before she could follow the overbearing ginger headed Molly Weasley, she let out a yawn. "Oh you poor thing, you must be exhausted after today." She turned to me. "Harry, why don't you show her to her room?"

I nodded and grabbed Hermione's hand gently. She flinched at the contact but didn't pull away. I led her up the three flights of stairs where mine and Sirius' bedrooms were. "This one here is for you. After I moved in with Sirius we made this room for you. We wanted you to come live with us, but there were complications."

She walked into the room slowly, a slow small smile spreading on her face as she took in the purple painted walls, huge bed lying in the middle of the floor, a closet full of clothes and her very own bathroom. She looked to me and tears were welling in her eyes. "Thank you. I've never had a bedroom like this before."

"We had to add on the bathroom. We learned that women like to have their own." I stared at her for awhile, contemplating to ask what happened at the Dursleys. Instead I smiled, "I don't know what happened at that awful place Hermione..." She flinched again. "But I promise, no one will ever hurt you here. If they do, they have to answer to your big brother." She stared up at me again, tears now flowing down her face freely.

"Thank you Harry." She whispered so softly, I wasn't even sure she said it.

"Well, I'll leave you alone, if you need anything, just call Minny, she will be glad to help you." Hermione nodded and walked further into the room. I closed the door and headed back downstairs.

"Is she all settled in Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

I nodded. "Yes, she seemed to like her room."

"Why does she get her own room and I have to share with every female Order member that stays here?" Ginny Weasley complained, her long red hair swaying slightly as her hands gestured frantically.

"You know why Ginny." Mr. Weasley gave his daughter a stern look. I am sure you are all very curious about the Weasley clan, but that is better left for tomorrow.

"I am going to bed. Minny, have supper sent to my room please."

"Yes Mas... Harry" Minny squeaked. I made my way back upstairs and into my room. I kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto the bed. Sleep claiming me instantly.

A/N: Here is another chapter, hope you like it. The description of the apple wood wand I got off of the Pottermore website. So I am thinking about alternating POVs for every chapter, mostly for Harry and Hermione. What do you think? I will make sure to put the corresponding POVs name on the top of every chapter. Read and review

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