A/N: Back again. This is the halfway point of this first part. Yay! Hope you like! Review if you would, please.
The Heir of Hufflepuff
Part 1: A Great Hufflepuff Someday
Bit 2: Diagon Alley
"Okay, Zacharias. It's time to go get your wand," Mr. Smith said, pointing at Ollivander's. "Then we'll get your pet for school…"
He nodded and hurried ahead into Ollivander's. There was a girl, about his age, in there talking to Mr. Ollivander. She was with her mother, and was very short, but pretty. She looked around at him when he entered and smiled.
"Are you going to Hogwarts too?" she asked.
He nodded. "Who are you?"
"I'm Cho, Cho Chang," she said, extending a hand. "I'm going to be in Ravenclaw, like my mom," she said.
"I'm Zacharias Smith," he said, drawing himself up importantly. "I'm going to be in Hufflepuff," he replied.
"How do you know?" she asked.
He looked around; his father was sitting in a lone chair by the door. "Because my whole family has been in Hufflepuff, we're distantly descended."
Cho looked surprised. "Wow…" then she paused. "Do you play Quidditch?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm going to be a Chaser."
"I play Seeker, myself," she replied. "Maybe we'll play against each other when we get to Hogwarts."
He nodded. Mrs. Chang brushed her daughter from the shop after finishing talking to Mr. Ollivander. Cho waved good-bye and he returned the gesture.
"Ah, Adam Smith! Good to see you again, it's been twenty years or more. Hmm, thirteen, cherry with a dragon heartstring, rather flexible, if I'm not mistaken?"
"And still in perfect condition," Mr. Smith replied. "Just coming to get my boy's first wand."
Mr. Ollivander acknowledged Zacharias with his pale eyes. "Well, don't be shy boy, come here!" he said.
Zacharias walked over and Mr. Ollivander went to a large shelf, pulling out a small thin box. "Try this, it's a bit like your father's, fourteen and a half, beech, dragon heartstring and not too stiff, give it a try," he said.
He frowned, waving the wand a little. "Not suiting? Well, maybe you fancy something a bit closer to your mother's…" he muttered. "Ah, try this one, cherry, a nice solid twelve, phoenix tail-feather, stiff," he said, thrusting another box into Zacharias' hands.
When he waved the wand, bright yellow sparks shot out everywhere.
"Ah, very nice! This wand will do you very well, I think," he told Zacharias, replacing the wand in its box and handing it to him. Zacharias' father rose to pay.
After they left Ollivander's, they walked over to the Magical Menagerie. "Are you sure you don't want an owl?" he asked, pointing to the Owl Emporium.
"I'd rather have a cat. If you need to write to me so badly, you have your owl."
Zacharias looked over the number of interesting animals in the shop. Finally, he saw a small pen containing a number of small kittens and walked over to him. Most of the kittens stopped playing and walked over to look up at him curiously; one kitten looked over at him but remained at the far end of the pen, like he wasn't interested in going over to greet the potential owner.
"I want that one," he said, pointing to the one kitten that had refused to move from its spot.
"Of course, just like you to want the one that ignores you. That's going to get you nowhere when you start dating, son, but alright."
He got a basket for the small gray kitten and carried him out. They returned home and he carried the little cat up to his room. He sat down on his bed and held the little cat up. It mewled in protest and tried to bat him with his paws. "So you're a boy. Hm…and you have yellow eyes," he added. He set the kitten back down on his bed. "Oh, forget it, I'll just call you Cat," he said, stroking the little cat's fur.