Chapter 2: Ollivander's
Neville muttered under his breath, as he shooed people away. Behind him, his grandmother lectured him on good manners.
"You ought to be grateful. You're a celebrity, and all you do is wave away your admirers! You're ungrateful, and you don't deserve the attention!" She told Neville.
Neville scowled. "I know I don't deserve it! Nor do I like it! My parents deserve it, but I'm stuck with it! You think I'm UNGRATEFUL! There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about what would have happened if my mom hadn't given her life to save mine!" Neville yelled, concentrating all his anger at his grandmother. "Lets just get this over with!" He stomped into the wand shop.
The white- haired man behind the counter was fussing over a wand, but as soon as he say Neville he stopped and stared. They always stop and stare. "Um… I looking for a w…." Neville started and Ollivander chuckled.
"I know why you're here, Mr. Longbottom." Ollivander waved his wand, summoning a long, brown box. "Try this." Ollivander opened the box and handed Neville a dark colored wand. "Give it a flick." Neville waved the wand as Ollivander had done, and a near by ink bottle shattered.
"Be careful!" Neville's grandmother barked.
"Sorry." Neville mumbled, and he placed the wand carefully on the counter. "Is there another one?"
"Another one! My dear boy, I have hundreds… thousands of wands. We could be here all year before we find the perfect wand!"
"Uh. Okay." Neville sighed as Ollivander summoned another wand. He waved this wand fast, and winced as a couple boxes fell of a nearby self.
"Not that one." Ollivander then summoned another wand, but he did not hand it to Neville. "I wonder." Ollivander whispered. He then handed it to Neville. The second Neville held the wand, it gave off a golden glow. "Curious. Very curious."
"Excuse me, but what's curious?" Neville now felt curious himself.
"This wand has a phoenix feather core. The phoenix who gave a feather for this wand, gave one other feather. And that feather is in the wand that gave you that scar." Ollivander's finger brushed the lightening scar on Neville's forehead. "You see, You Know Who's wand is a brother to this one."
Neville shuttered, suddenly threatened by the wand. While his grandmother gasped.
"I don't want it." Neville put the wand down on the counter. "It's brother killed my parents. I don't want it!" He almost yelled.
"But Mr. Longbottom, the wand chooses the wizard. You may never find another wand that works as well for you as this on does." Ollivander looked disappointed in Neville.
"Fine!" Neville snapped. He grabbed the wand and stomped out muttering under his breathe. He exited in a similar fashion as he had entered. As he left, he passed a boy his age. The boy had messy, black hair, bright green eyes and round glasses.
A/N: Thanks to Messers moony and pad foot for liking my story, and adding it to their favorites list. But I won't put up the next chapter unless someone reviews it!