Chapter 3
I was in the Hospital Wing for that day and the day after that. But the next day, a witch with sandy blonde hair, which she wore in a tight bun, and glasses came to help me get the supplies that I would need for Hogwarts. She reminded me a lot of Professor McGonagall.
"My name is Professor Rowling. Come. We have to go and get your school supplies from Diagon Alley."
I stared at her. J.K. Rowling was really Professor McGonagall! How weird would this get?
"Inside my pocket," She explained, "is a portkey. It will take us to Diagon Alley. Put your hand in my pocket."
I jammed my hand in, eager to know what a portkey felt like. She slid her smooth hand over mine. She glanced at the watch on her other hand and counted down softly from 27. "3, 2, 1." She muttered. Then I felt as if I was being pulled by a magnetic, invisible grasp.
As suddenly as it started, it ended. We were in a crowded alley way filled with wizards and witches of every possible race and age that you could imagine. All here.
First, we walked up to a huge building that I guessed to be Gringotts. It was far from how I had imagined it. Much bigger too. We walked inside and over to a desk with a short, ugly goblin sitting at it. Professor Rowling traded muggle money (it must have been from my parents) for Galleons, knuts and sickles. Professor Rowling explained money matters to me. Twenty-nine knuts to a sickle and seventeen sickles to a galleon. That was confusing but I'd get used to it. We got my books, cauldron, potions set and all that stuff and then went to get a wand. As we walked in a light bell rang.
"Mr. Olivanders?" Asked Professor Rowling, looking around. The silence in the shop was almost too much. With all the dust, it looked like no one had been here for centuries. Quietly, an old, white-haired, scary-looking man crept into view. He squinted at me.
"And who might you be? A first-year witch about to start Hogwarts? Don't worry, I'll find the perfect match for you."
He handed me a long, thin stick. So this was a wand. I lifted it up and waved it around. Nothing happened. Mr. Olivanders grabbed it back and gave me lots of other wands to try. I was beginning to get impatient.
Mr. Olivanders looked around the shop. At the way back was a wand in a display case. He took it out and walked slowly towards me, holding the wand like a prized possession. He silently handed it to me.
Professor Rowling snatched the wand out of my hands.
"That wand is not for her!" She glared at him while speaking.
It may as well be." Was Mr. Olivanders reply.
Professor Rowling half staring in disbelief, half glaring, shook her head and handed the wand back to me.
At once I felt the difference from this wand and the rest. I knew that this was the one for me.
Professor Rowling gasped. I stopped my wonderful thoughts and saw her staring at me in horror.
Even Mr. Olivanders jaw was hanging down.
"What?" I asked.
"You were glowing!" Answered the shocked Hogwarts teacher.
Mr. Olivanders took the wand from me carefully. "There is a story," He began. "About this wand. More of a legend with a prophecy mentioned actually. The one destined for this wand is supposed to have a power above all others. They will be the most powerful wizard or witch for centuries before them and centuries after them. The bearer of this wand was, in the legend, going to be wanted by all evil and in danger at all times. The Seer who made this prophecy was Morgan le Faye. After Merlin's death, she made the prophecy. Before that, this wand, 10 1/2 inches, maple wood with the feather of a phoenix, actually belonged to the great wizard Merlin!"