There was nothing like the feeling I got the morning I woke up to find the official Hogwarts letter underneath my pillow. I had been terrified that they wouldn't accept me; that they didn't want another Malfoy poisoning the prestigious school, or even that they had no idea I existed considering I had been hidden away for 4 years. My heart pounded excitedly as I read the letter, realizing that it was my ticket away from my parents for good. But I knew I had to show them the letter. How else could I get my supplies from Diagon Alley? I had vivid memories of going there when I was younger. The busy town amazed me; all the witches and wizards living a seemingly perfect life, the life I yearned for. Just thinking about going there made me excited.

When I showed my mother the letter, she declared we would be going to Diagon Alley that very afternoon. My father saw the letter and read over it three times before giving me a smile and a clap on the back. I flinched at the touch of him. His smile didn't reach his eyes.

Walking through the Leaky Cauldron to the entrance of Diagon Alley was better than any of the memories I had about the place. I wanted to run into every store and explore the whole place, and even attempted to do so, until my father clasped a firm hand on my shoulder holding me in place.

"Now now Scorpius," he said in a deadly calm voice. "We must uphold ourselves appropriately in public." I saw right through his easy demeanor; "embarrass me in front of the wizarding community and I will make you regret it." For the entire afternoon we visited each shop gathering all my supplies for school. While all the people around seemed to be in a jolly festive mood, I felt like a thick black vail was over my face as my parents steered me quickly through all the shops. At last there was only one more stop to make.

"Listen carefully dear," my mother said. "We are going to drop you off at Ollivander's so you can get your wand. In the meantime, your father and I will take a quick trip down to Nocturn Alley. We will meet you back in front of the Leaky Cauldron in exactly one hour." I nodded that I understood.

"Also do not speak to anyone on the street. Do you understand?" my father spoke. I nodded silently again. They hurried away quickly, as if they didn't want to be seen standing outside Ollivander's shop.

Ollivander's was definitely a creepy place. The shack was cluttered and very old fashioned looking. I stood there shyly in the empty room for a couple minutes before thinking to ring the large bell on the desk in front of me. I rang it once and immediately a noise was heard as a withered old man appeared from behind a very large shelf.

"Name?" The man asked plainly, still very occupied with whatever he was doing with the shelf.

"Uh S-scorpius," I stammered. "Scorpius Malfoy." The man froze. He turned around slowly to face me.

"Malfoy did you say?" He was barely audible.

"Uh yessir," I muttered uncomfortably.

"I didn't know young Mr. Malfoy had a son," he remarked. "I know your father and grandfather, boy." I picked up a tone of malice and disgust interlaced in Ollivander's words. I chose not to respond. Clearly, something bad had happened involving Ollivander and my family. After a few awkward moments of silence, the old man spoke again.

"Shall we get you suited with a wand then?" He asked. Before I could even respond he had disappeared behind a shelf and fetched a wand. "10 inches, made from hawthorn wood, unicorn hair core," he said presenting it to me. I picked it up and immediately felt a strong burning sensation in my hand. I yelped and dropped it letting it clatter to the floor and roll away. The second it left my hand the burning feeling went away. It was as if the touch of the wand had scalded my hand. Ollivander looked at me very curiously.

"Your not like your father are you boy?" He asked staring at me intently. I just stood there motionless, still in shock from what had just happened. Ollivander walked away from me slowly, his gaze still piercing mine. He then went behind some more shelves and did not emerge for several minutes. At last he reappeared holding another wand. His hand was shaking slightly as he held the thin piece of wood in between his fingers.

"12 inches, oak wood, phoenix feather core," he said, his voice quivering as he approached. I reached out my hand for it, but the old man hesitated, looking at me once again, as if he was studying my face. Finally, I grabbed it from his hand before he could stop me. Instantaneously I felt a warm current through my body and it felt as though my arm had been missing something and was now finally complete.

"This is it!" I said excitedly. "This is my wand!" I looked up at Ollivander and was surprised to see a mix between sadness and pity in his eyes.

"This wand has a complicated past boy," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Several years ago, a young girl came into my shop looking to buy her first wand. I quickly presented her that very same wand your holding right now." He stopped gazing far off into the distance. "It's the only wand I have ever incorrectly identified to a wizard," he rasped sadly. "I thought that it had chosen this girl, but it turned on her, in the end destroying her. Ever since then I have kept it hidden away in my shop waiting for its true owner to come along. For many years the wand has been searching for a place to fit in, a person to share its power with, and from the moment I saw you touch that first one, I knew that this wand was destined to be yours. Like the wand, you are searching for a place to fit in. This wand can help you understand your place, it can complete you, Scorpius."

I was relieved to finally get out of Ollivander's shop, but when I checked the time it had only been thirty minutes since I had left my parents. That meant thirty minutes to explore any other shop I wanted before having to go meet them. Immediately, I was drawn to the broomstick shop. In the window sat the Firebolt 360, slowly revolving around on a pedestal. I pressed my nose up against the glass trying to get a better look at it. I had been looking at it for a few minutes when I was suddenly aware of a presence beside me. I turned and noticed a boy with jet black hair and bright green eyes standing beside me staring into the window. He looked about my age.

"Isn't it beautiful?" He sighed dreamily gazing at the broomstick. I didn't answer him. He turned and looked at me. "Do you know how to ride one?" He asked me.

"What, a broomstick? I don't," I replied, trying not to sound like a shy idiot.

"It's the best thing in the whole world," the boy said, again staring at the Firebolt 360.

"I wish I could learn to ride one but I don't get out much," I told him.

"Are you going to be a first year this year at Hogwarts too?" He asked me.

"Yeah I just got my letter this morning," I said proudly.

"Hey maybe if we become friends I'll teach you how," the boy offered, smiling at me.

"What's your name?" I asked him, trying my best to be friendly.

"Oh I'm Albus, Albus Potter," he replied. "What's yours?"

"Oh I'm-"

"Scorpius," A stern voice came from behind me. I gulped, turning to meet my father's intense stare. But he wasn't staring at me, he was staring intently at the other boy, Albus. "Come along son. We have much still left to do today." My father began pulling me away.

"See you at school!" Albus called after me. I turned back and waved and he smiled, but by the way my father was marching me up the alleyway, I could tell he was mad because he specifically told me not to talk to anyone. It didn't matter. In less than two months I would be on my way to Hogwarts and away from him for good. What was a few more weeks putting up with him? I had gotten myself a wand even if it was a bit shady, and I had already made friends with someone that I'd be attending school with. Not even my father, Draco Malfoy could've ruined this day.