The next morning in Diagon Alley, my whole family came along. I held my Hogwarts list firmly in my hand, eager to get everything over with. Even though I knew 1st Years weren't allowed to have use broom, I wanted one so badly. And if I couldn't get one, I at least wanted to go inside Quality Quidditch Supplies.
"What's left on the list?" asked father. "I want to get home soon; I heard Kreacher is making shepherd's pie for lunch."
"Well," I said. "I still need my cauldron... And a wand."
"Your father will go and fetch your cauldron while we get your wand. Orion...?" My mother gave father that evil look that I know makes me want to obey everything, or I'll be in serious trouble.
Father sighed. "Yes..." And he walked off to Potage's Caldron Shop.
"Now, Regulus and Sirius, you two come with me." Mother lead us over to Ollivander's Wand Shop.
Regulus and my mother shoved past the crowds witches and wizards who were also shopping at Diagon Alley, while I shuffled slowly behind, being a bit more careful about my shoves. Upon arriving at Ollivander's, I anxiously went inside alone.
But the old man they called Ollivander wasn't there. I looked around, making sure I didn't knock down a stack of carefully placed wands. Suddenly, I heard a sound. I whipped my head around so fast, that I cricked my neck. There, standing behind me, was Mr. Ollivander.
"Well, Sirius Black..." he said. "I knew you'd come round soon. Now, I have just the wand for you... If only I could find it..."
"That's alright..." I said, looking back at the hundreds of wands in their cases, all neatly packed on the shelves or stacked on the floor. Ollivander searched through the tremendous piles of wands, but quickly found what he was looking for.
"Ah... Yes, here it is." As Ollivander walked towards me, his feet pushed aside the boxes he'd been going through. He handed me what he thought was the wand for me. It seemed powerful to my touch.
"Dogwood, Dragon Heartstring core, 15 inches." he said, smiling. "Go ahead, try it out."
I waved the wand towards a stack of wands, which immediately came crashing down on us. I eagerly gave the wand back, but Ollivander insisted on giving it another try.
"Go on," he said. "Sometimes it just takes... practice, that's all their is to it."
"Are you sure you don't need help with that?" I asked, accidentally pointing at the fallen boxes with my wand. Unexpectedly, the boxes stacked themselves up. I smiled, and pointed at them again. They fell once more, but another wave later they were nicely stacked once more. As soon as I realised what I'd done, I laughed with glee.
"Bravo!" said Ollivander. "I knew, I just knew that wand was right... That'll be 5 galleons."
"Okay..." I said , reaching deep inside my pocket. I fished out several coins, but picked five golden ones, and handed them to Ollivander. "Thanks."
"You're very welcome." he happily replied. He seems to be in a good mood today, I thought.
Outside the shop, I met again with my mother and brother. My father was carrying all my supplies inside of my new black cauldron.
"Alright," said mother, certainly not interested in what kind of wand had chosen me. "We'd better get going."
But I didn't want to leave. "Uh... Wait, mother."
She swiftly turned around to look me in the eye, and groaned. "Ugh, what is it now, Sirius?"
"I, um... I want an owl." I lied.
"An owl?" my father said in shock. "Whatever for?"
"Well, if I make some friends, I think I'd like to write to them..."
"Nonsense," my mother said. "I won't allow you to be writing to anyone. For all we know, they could be filthly little Mudbloods. So the answer's no."
"But, I don't think I'd make friends with a Muggle Born, Mother." I suggested.
"The answer is still no," she repeated.
"Well..." I thought. "Can I at least go look inside Quality Quidditch Supplies?"
Mother looked disgusted by this question. "Certainly not. And besides, First Years aren't allowed to play Quidditch."
Regulus came into the conversation. "But Mother, I want to take a look at Quality Quidditch Supplies too..."
She softened. "Well, I suppose we can go inside. But not for too long."
This left me feeling overjoyed and angry, all at once. If I wanted to go, I should've had every single right that Regulus had. But instead, my mother only agreed when my brother wanted to go inside as well. I followed behind my family, on our way to the Quidditch shop.
Inside Quality Quidditch Supplies, I was standing alone, admiring a beautiful broomstick that was protected by glass. Just minding my own business, not bothering anyone. But then, out of nowhere, came a boy, running straight towards me, his arms filled with Quidditch supplies. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to notice I was there, so he knocked the both of us to the ground.
"Ow..." I said. My head had hit against the table on which the admiringly beautiful broom was being kept. I was on the floor, my head throbbing madly, but the boy seemed alright.
He appeared to be looking for something on the ground, but I couldn't see what it was. I closed my eyes, and breathed in deeply. I heard the boy get up and gather his things, only to put them back down again.
He gasped. "Blimey, are you alright?"
When I opened my eyes, the boy reached out and grabbed my hand, helping me get back to my feet. "Thanks..." I said, leaning against the table for support.
"It's fine," the boy replied. "And again, I'm really sorry about that. Didn't see you there... Are sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, of course..." I massaged my throbbing head. My eyesight had been briefly damaged in the process of falling, but it was now getting better and I could see the boy's appearance clearly. The first thing I noticed was his broken glasses, which had probably fallen off his face and cracked when he ran into me. This boy was like me, gangly with black hair. The only differences were his glasses, his hazel eyes, and that his black hair stuck up in every direction it possibly could.
"Okay." said the boy. He gathered the Quidditch things in his arms, and smiled at me. "Oh, and I'm James Potter, by the way."
I grinned in return. "I'm Sirius Black."
James Potter made a confused expression. "Hmm... Well, I'd have to agree with you on the Serious part, but your skin looks more like pale to me..."
After I got the joke, we laughed together. I spent a little more time with James, and discovered that he was a wealthy Pureblood like me, and he was about to start his First year at Hogwarts. Soon, I unfortunately heard a familiar cold voice.
"And that'll be my mother..." I told James.
He looked down sadly. "Oh. Well, okay then... I'll see you on the train, I guess."
"Yeah." I replied, but not before giving him a smile. "Bye... But I'll probably see you again soon."
James slowly nodded. His saddness made me wonder if he had any other siblings to be with at home. But we waved goodbye, and I left the store with my parents. This time James was left alone.