.:Chapter 11:.
Wands and Sharing
Dinner was great. This was the happiest I've been in a long time. The World Cup wasn't brought up. Mr. Weasley was too angry about having to work so much. The up-coming school year was the only thing I could think about.
"What if I can't do magic well enough to pass this year?" I asked, when we finished eating.
"Dumbledore sent a letter while everyone was at the Cup. It said that I can teach you the basics. He send a letter to the Ministry saying you can do magic for the rest of the summer. He also said that if you need help at school, there will be other students there who can help you," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Molly? Marie and I need to take a trip to Diagon Alley. We'll be back in about an hour," Mr. Weasley said, standing up. I followed his lead. I put the gold in my pocket before dinner, so we could just leave.
"Okay, we'll come, too," George said, grinning, motioning for his twin to follow.
"No, you will not!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked, "There is work to be done here!" She pushed her sons into the sitting room, muttering to herself. Mr. Weasley and I went outside, to the other side of the garden. He held out his arm. I put my hand on his arm, and before I could prepare myself, we Apperated to Diagon Alley. Ollivander's shop was just around the bend. I decided to take this time to talk with Mr. Weasley.
"Why wouldn't Mrs. Weasley let the twins come with us?" I wondered.
"She still fears that Fred and George will become too close with you. She's worried you'll leave," Mr. Weasley answered, leaving his feelings on the situation in the statement as well.
"The last thing I want to do is leave, sir. This has been the best summer I've ever had. I have more of a real family here than I did in the Muggle world. I will stay here as long as I can," I said, hoping that he could see I was telling the truth. He seemed to understand more than Mrs. Weasley. He nodded, and opened the door to the shop for me. I walked in, again, amazed at what I was seeing. Mr. Ollivander was sitting behind the counter, his nose in the Daily Profit.
"Excuse me, Mr. Ollivander, but I need to purchase a wand, please," I said, smiling. He set his paper down, returning the smile.
"Surely," He said, as he walked down the isles of wands. He picked three boxes off the shelves and put them on the counter. I picked the middle one. Nothing happened. I held the other two, again, nothing happened. I went through about twenty wands.
"Maybe Dumbledore got it wrong. Maybe I'm not a witch…" I said. I could feel the tears begin to fill my eyes.
"Albus Dumbledore never gets this kind of thing wrong," Ollivander said, bringing more wands to the counter. "I have good feeling about this wand." I held it, again, nothing happened. "Let's try something new. Walk down the isles. If you come to a box that seems to pull you to it, pick it up, and we'll go from there." I did as I was told. None of the boxes in the first isle caught my eye. I went to the second one. I felt a pulling around my naval. It was calmer than the pull of a Portkey, but still strong. I followed the pull to the back of the shop. I was standing in front of the door leading to the storage room, I supposed.
"Uh, Mr. Ollivander?" I called. Him and Mr. Weasley appeared at my side. "None of the boxes caught my eye," I explained the strange pull I felt to this door to the two of them. Mr. Ollivander's eyes grew wider.
"Alright, Miss Klem. I've been working on a new wand. Made of the wood from a Weeping Willow tree. The core is a stand of a hair from a Sphinx's tail. One of a kind, this thirteen inch wand. No one has ever been able to get a Sphinx to give a strand of hair.," Ollivander said, smiling, "A Sphinx has been brought to England recently. She is very cunning. The witches who brought her here said she wished to give a strand of hair to the Wandmaker in London. I was shocked that she wished to give this great treasure to me. I now know why," He said, rambling on and on. Mr. Weasley looked ahead a the door.
Mr. Ollivander opened the door. He walked in the dark back room. There was counters on all four walls, and cabinets covering the rest the area above the counter. Wood shavings looked like shag carpet on the floor. Unicorn hair, Dragon Heart strings, and other magical cores were hung on cloths lines crossing on the ceiling. All of the counters were completely clean, with nothing on them, except for the one on the back wall. The only thing on the counter was a wand.
"Go ahead," Mr. Ollivander said, showing me to the counter. The pull from behind my naval had stopped. I reached for the wand. Before I even touched it, I could feel the air shifting. The space around me, turned to a bright gold. "Oh, wonderful!" Ollivander squeaked. He ran to the front of the store, pulling Mr. Weasley and I behind him. He told us the price, 10 Galleons. It was more expensive because of the rarity of the core, but not as expensive as I would have thought.
Mr. Weasley and I waved good-by to Mr. Ollivander as we left the shop. Mr. Weasley didn't say anything as we Apperated back to the Burrow. He walked beside me, an odd expression on his face.
"I wonder how the Sphinx knew about Ollivander," He said, scratching his head, "Did she know you were coming?" We walked back to the house, talking about the possibilities, none of them making much sense. When we walked into the door, Mrs. Weasley almost jumped down our throats.
"Where have you been?" She snarled.
"Diagon Alley," I answered, "I forgot to get my wand when we went earlier. Mr. Ollivander and I had a hard time finding my wand," I told her about the Sphinx tail hair, and how rare it was. Her mouth fell open, forgetting to be mad. It must have taken a long time to find my wand if she was this angry.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley started talking about how the Sphinx knew about Ollivander and why it was here in England. I slipped away into the sitting room, hoping Fred and George were in there still. I was in luck. Mrs. Weasley must have had them clean everything. The room was completely spotless.
"Holy frick in a bucket! Did you two clean this whole room?" I asked, completely amazed.
"Yeah, we did," Fred said, taking the cloth he had in his hand to wipe the sweat off of George's forehead. Fred started fanning himself with his hand.
"I must say you've done a good job," I said, taking a look around. "How did you do it?"
"A lot of Elbow Grease," George commented, grinning. I decided to leave it at that. Some answers are too scary to know.
"I got my wand," I smiled, holding out my wand. I hadn't noticed the beautiful design on it. A line of crescent moons is at the base. A delicate swirl design followed up to the tip. I handed it to the twins. George examined it, handing it to Fred.
"What's it made of," Fred asked, holding it up.
"Thirteen inches of Weeping Willow wood with a tail hair of a Sphinx," I chirped.
"Sphinx?" George asked, "I didn't know they gave hair for wands."
"They don't, Ollivander says this is the only wand made from a Sphinx." The conversation didn't last long. Fred, George, and I went up to bed. It was a lot later than I thought it was. Instead of sleeping, we talked about what ever came to mind.
"What did you do before you came here?" Fred asked, laying on his back on his bed, his head hanging off the edge.
"What do you mean?" I asked, not really understanding.
"For fun, I mean."
"Umm, I really didn't do much, to be honest. I didn't trust the kids I went to school with. So I spent most of my time alone," I answered, "I'd ask what you two did, but I already know." I started to shiver, it was a cold night. I couldn't move the cot anywhere, what with all of our cloths scattered around the room. Fred came over to me, motioning for me to get up.
"You can sleep in my bed tonight. I'll sleep here," He said, laying in my cot. I smiled, not knowing what to say. I laid down. Fred didn't take his pillow, so I let him use mine. I pulled the covers up. The second the fabric moved, I could smell Fred. I couldn't describe it, this smell was Fred and Fred only. I fell asleep thinking about how wonderful this was. "G' night, Love," Fred whispered, kissing my forehead. Was that my dream? Or did he really kiss me?
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