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I looked around me with amusement, gaping at some of the most strange things, and longing to explore the miracles I saw. Professor Dumbledore allowed me a moment to register my surroundings before calling for my attention.
"Now, before we start your shopping for the new school year, and I trust you have the letter with you?", he paused, and continued when I nodded. "There is someone who you shall meet first."
It took a minute for comprehension to dawn on me.
"Someone? Who?"
"Patience is a virtue, young lady." He chuckled. I bit my lip out of anxiety as well as to try and keep quiet before I embarrassed myself.
We passed several shops; some had a rather frightful appearance, and most were very eccentric, though I seemed to be the only one to realize that. There was one which sold broom sticks, rather like the ones the servants used to clean the terrace. However, from what the posters showed, and I gasped when I realized they moved, much to the Professors amusement, these brooms were used for flying. Just like in fairy tales!
As we passed, several people greeted Professor Dumbledore. He must have had a lot of friends, or he must have been very well known. There was also someone who's countenance were strikingly similar to that of the Professor. Same blue eyes, and somehow the same features. Though, his nose was not crooked. He was also shorter and his beard had a more 'normal' length.
As we passed he coldly nodded at us and mumbled "Albus" in acknowledgment, to which the Professor smiled. But I thought the smile was sad…bitter. Like the smile of my late uncles Portrait at Gateshead.
"Sir, who-who was that?"
"My brother" he replied simply. And I thought it better not to ask more.
"Ah here we are" he said after a few more minutes walk during which I gazed at some more shops.
We entered a dimly lit shop, which seemed to be bigger than what it was. There were stacks of bottles of all colours on shelves that went up to the ceiling. At the end of the room, was a, to me, high, wooden desk and behind it a man with graying hair and warm brown eyes. He didn't seem to notice me at first.
"Good morning John." Professor Dumbledore said amiably.
'John' looked up from a book he was reading on the counter, and smiled.
"Albus! What a wonderful surprise. What can I do for you?"
"oh I'm here on a rather pleasant business. This is Jane Eyre." He said as he gently pushed me forward.
The man looked down at me and his smile faltered as he heard my name. An instant fear gripped me, and a desire to please, yet knowing I couldn't. I remembered Bessie's words. I was not afraid. The man came around the counter and kneeled down in front of me. I instinctly retreated backwards but Professor Dumbledore's hands on my shoulders prevented me from moving.
"Jane Eyre?" The man said grabbing my hands; and I thought his eyes were filled with tears.
"y-yes, sir" I answered unsure.
"Miss Eyre, this is Mr. John Eyre. Your father's brother." Said Professor Dumbledore; and I looked with wide eyes at my… uncle. He was still looking at me in that odd, frightening way. But his eyes were kind ('in contrast to the cold, uncaring gaze of Mrs. Reed' I thought)
"You look so much like your parents." He said. I did not know how to reply.
"John, Miss Eyre will be going to Hogwarts this year." Said Dumbledore. And I've brought her to Diagon to buy her the books and robes, etc.
My uncle finally stopped searching my face for my parents and stood up.
"Oh, I could take care of that, Albus." He smiled again, now quite happy. "gladly" he added.
"Well, that would be splendid. Unless you object…?" he turned to me, I shook my head. If I had found a relation of mine who were not the Reeds, I would want to know them better, and I knew I was safe.
"Very good. Ah but before I forget…" he searched his pockets and took out a golden key "this, is the key to Miss Eyre's vault in Gringotts." He handed it to me. I looked at the queer thing, and thanked him.
"Good day, John" he said.
"Albus!"
The professor turned.
"Thank you."
"You are welcome, old friend." And within the blink of an eye, Professor Dumbledore vanished.
There was silence for a few seconds, until he spoke.
"Well my dear girl, how are you?"
"fine thank you, sir." I replied automatically.
"oh come now! Away with the formalities. Call me uncle, if you like."
I nodded, still feeling rather shy.
"So you are going to Hogwarts. Have you got your wand?"
"I shook my head. "No"
"Well then that's where we'll go. To Ollivander's." he said as he changed his robe.
"Nigel!" he called, and I almost screamed when a distorted, strange looking creature, with a huge head and elongated nose, and sharp ears appeared.
"Yes master?" he said in a feeble squeaky voice.
"Watch over the shop, will you?"
And he strolled out, with me following close behind.
"What was that?"
"What? Oh Nigel? He is my house-elf. Faithful good chap."
"An elf?"
"Why yes, did you not know about magical creatures?"
"I had heard of some but thought they are not real."
"Well there are Goblins, which you will see today when we go to Gringotts, there are elves, and dragons…"
I gasped. "Dragons?"
"Yes" he replied matter of factly "And hippogriffs too"
"What are Hippogriffs?"
"Well they look like gigantic birds that have the body of a horse…with feathers. And if they let you, you can ride on their backs."
"Why not just use a horse?"
"Because horses can't fly"
"What other creatures are there? Other birds?" I was getting more interested. Animals were always my favourite subjects on books.
"Well…there are Thesterals."
"What do they look like?" I asked eagerly.
"Well I don't know really. Never saw one. You see there are some Thesterals in Hogwarts, but they are invisible."
"If they are invisible, how will you know they exist?"
"Well there are some people who can see them. For example, Albus can."
"Will I be able to see them?"
"No, I don't think so."
"oh, that's a pity."
"No; you should never wish to see a Thesteral"
"Why not?"
"Because" he said slowly, and I feared I've tried his patience. "Only people can see them who have seen someone die."
"oh" I thought about that, and the more I thought, the more horrible it seemed. I resumed looking at the shops while we walked, when something occurred to me.
"So Professor Dumbledore has watched someone die?"
"Seen, not watched." I nodded though to me it sounded no different. "who?"
"I don't know." And we resumed the rest of the walk in silence.
We entered a shop at the end of the alley. It seemed to have a lot of narrow corridors but there was not much space to move about.
"Mr. Ollivander?" My uncle called.
A man, relatively young, appeared from one of the corridors, sliding on a ladder.
"Ah Mr. Eyre! I see you have brought young Miss Eyre, too!"
"Yes. She would be going to Hogwarts this year. And she would need her wand."
"Of course" he said climbing down the ladder and coming towards me. "Let me see your height, child." He said.
He handed me a stick..no, wand… and explaining something about wood and dragon's heart…
I took the stick but nothing happened. I even tried giving it a flick…yet nothing. I got disappointed. Maybe I couldn't do magic after all.
"Well, not that one obviously" said Mr. Ollivander, searching for another in one of the shelves of the nearby corridor.
"You see, Miss Eyre, it is always the wand that chooses the wizard. Now try this. "
I took the wand and flicked it. It took quite long, and became rather tiresome after the 5th try, but at last a wand accepted me. I had lost count of the number of wands I tried. Perhaps it was the 17th…when I flicked it, though I did not know what I was expecting to happen, I felt this was the one. I felt the warmth in my hand, and the colourful lights that jumped out of the tip.
"Yes this is it!" My uncle exclaimed. I realized how patiently he had sat there waiting for me to find a wand.
"Unicorn hair, oak wood, 26 centimeters. This would be 6 Galleons." Said Mr. Ollivander, smiling.
My uncle paid, I thanked Mr. Ollivander and we went out. I felt so happy, so excited to have a wand. Like a real witch.
"You seem pleased" my uncle remarked.
I smiled. "You don't pay in pounds?"
"No, we have Galleons. Nuts and Sickles."
"Professor Dumbledore said my parents had left me money. Maybe we should use that?"
"That's not necessary. I can handle the costs." He said kindly.
"Thank you."
"Now, for your robes. I think Mrs. Hopkins' shop was somewhere around here."
"When will we buy the books?" I asked eagerly.
"Right after the robes"
The measurements for robes did not take very long, and soon I found myself in an old book shop that smelled of parchment and ink. I ran into the shop and looked at the books with amazements, and smiled at the people on the covers who waved for me.
My uncle took the list from me and bought the necessary books as I looked around.
By the time all was bought, and our hands were full of packages of books and cauldrons and robes, it was long passed noon, and I was exhausted.
We went back to my uncle's shop, where he called me to the fire hearth. He took a green powder from the mantelpiece and handed it to me.
"That is floo powder. You will have to go in the fireplace…"
"IN?"
"yes in. And shout very precisely the name of your destination."
"Where?"
"Rondes Turn. And then release the powder. Mrs. Prince will be there to greet you I'm sure. And I will follow you in a minute."
I nodded and did as he said.
I did not understand what happened as I closed my eyes and green flames consumed me, until I felt like I was being thrown onto a rug, out of the fireplace. I coughed from the smoke, and turned to look around me.
"Oh at last." Said a tall, slender woman with dark black hair and pale skin in which her blue eyes stood out.
She bent towards me and helped me to stand up.
"Where is your uncle?"
"He is coming, ma'am."
"I were expecting you sooner due to the note he sent."
At that moment green flames appeared in the fire place again and my uncle stepped out.
"John."
"Good afternoon, Rose."
I wonder if anyone has guessed who Rosamond Prince is. Well yeah Duh!