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The Life of Albus Potter
Chapter 2: Ollivanders Wand Shop
A day after my birthday, Lily, James, mum, dad and I had gone to Diagon Alley. Diagon Alley is an alley (duh) in London- except muggles can't see it. You can go there by entering the Leaky Cauldron (again, another place muggles can't see), which is a pub for wizards, or by the Floo Network. Or by apparating, I think.
Today we had gotten to Diagon Alley by Floo. Let me tell you, Floo isn't my favorite way to travel. Once, when I was six, we were going to the Burrow, and we had used Floo, and at the time, I was beginning to get a cold. So, when I exclaimed my destination, I had coughed, and guess where I ended up?
In the Burrows of New York City. Took forever for dad to find me... Meaning, only about half an hour. But a American Wizard was kind enough to give me sow thing that Americans call cookies- I think we call them chips over here...
I had gotten there safe and sound, thankfully.
"First.. Let's go get you two fitted for robes- James, you've out grown yours, and Al, you need some." Mum said.
While we did that, dad had taken Lily over to the Potions Shop to get my cauldron. After we got all the necessities from the Apocetheracy and the Wizard Equipment Shop, we had gone into Ollivanders Wand Shop. We had decided to go into Flourish and Blotts last- it might take a bit.
I could feel the magic around me in the air- little bits of dust seemed to tickle the back of my neck, and the shop seemed to be crawling with little dust particles in the air.
"Aha... I've been wondering when I would see you, Albus Potter..." Said an ancient cautious voice.
I looked up to see the source of the voice. The voice had came from a man I front of me. The man was ancient, with frizzy white hair, and ancient blue eyes that seemed to look into my soul... Age lines were upon his face, and he seemed to be very skinny, and very slow moving due to his age.
"T-that's m-m-me." I said quietly, with a slight stutter due to nerves.
"I've been wondering when... Wondering how... Wondering what wand would suit you, young man." He mysteriously said, as he wrote down the measurements of everywhere between my height, my arm span, my neck, and the length between my nostrils.
"Oh... Have you now?" I said quietly. I could practically hear my brother snickering in the background.
"Yes, yes..."
This guy seems like a stalker, in all honesty. I mean, why would anybody want to know the length between my nostrils, or how long my toes are? Only him apparently.
Soon, Mr. Ollivander has walked behind the counter and beckoned me to come forward, in front of the counter.
"Try this one. Pine, unicorn horn, ten inches, swishy, good for charms work. Well? Give it a wave!" He said as he handed me the wand.
I gave it a wave, and the vase next to me broke. Ollivanders snatched it out of my hands, and he got another wand from his endless shelves of wands.
"Oak, phoenix feather, eight and a half inches, sturdy, good for transfiguration."
I gave the wand a wave, but this time, the chair my brother was sitting in broke. Lily gave a little giggle. Ollivanders snatched the wand from me yet again.
"Holly, dragon heartstring, nine inches, supple, good for Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Again, after giving it a wave, it was snatched back by Ollivander, due to the lights in the room (though, there wasn't a lot of light...) going out.
"Tricky, tricky! I like tricky customers!" He exclaimed, happily.
What if no wand picks me?
"I wonder... Curious, curious..." Ollivander said as he handed me a wand.
I waved it again, and...
Everything in the room tang was broken had fixed itself, and Lily, who had a bloody nose from being hit with a book in the room, was suddenly blood free from the bloody nose. Ollivander, who looked as if he had grown weak suddenly, sprang back to life on excitement.
"That's your wand, Albus Severus Potter... Curious... The wood of the wand is Rowan... The core is a Threstle Tail Hair... Length is eleven inches... Supple... Pliable... Good for Defense Against the Dark Arts... That's a powerful wand you have there, young man... But... Curious..."
"I'm sorry," I shyly said. "But what's curious, exactly?"
"Mr. Potter," he said, looking me in the eye as if he was staring into my soul, "the only known wand besides that wand right there with the core of Threstle Tail Hair... Is the Elder Wand."
"But the Elder Wand was destroyed. By me." Said dad, quite curious as me.
"But this wand... Has been here, sitting in this shop ever since the Elder Wand was believed to be created. This wand here you posses... Is very powerful. We can expect great things from you, Mr. Potter... Very great things indeed."
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