Chapter two is up. Its not as long and sorry it took so long to update. School has been crazy.

Harry Potter is not mine, it belongs to J.K. The character Nequam Riddle is mine, if you wish to borrow her for some reason just ask.

Chapter 2

Professor Snape strolled down the main pathway of Diagon alley with Nequam following at his side. She was now dressed in simple blue jeans and a black t-shirt purchased at a muggle shop in London. He looked down at her noting the way she glanced around looking slightly overwhelmed.

'Where to begin?' he thought as he looked at the various shops.

He looked to his right 'Well might was well start by getting her wand' as he stopped in front of a narrow, shabby looking shop. Nequam noticed the sign above the door read Ollivander's: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC in peeling gold letters. Inside the shop there were countless rows of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. Nequam stopped suddenly jerking a hand over her tightly closed eyes. Snape narrowed his eyes as he looked down at her and barked "What?"

Her hand fell limply back to her side. "Sorry sir" the black-haired child mumbled "it's just so bright in here." Snape was about to open his mouth to ask her what the hell she was talking about, but stopped as a pale-eyed, white-haired man came from the back.

"Hello and welcome." "Ah Severus Snape, haven't seen you in some time my boy. Birch 13 inches ,unyielding, with dragon heartstring." the shopkeeper said knowingly "I never forget a wand."

"Yes" said Snape in a bored tone "I am here to purchase a wand for her" he continued gesturing in Nequam's direction.

"Of course" the white-haired man said as he turned his pale eyes toward Nequam. After quickly taking in her features he said "Hello. I am Ollivander, finest wand maker in the world." "What is your name?" Ollivander asked the small blue-eyed child.

"Nequam Riddle" she answered back to the shopkeeper.

"Nequam Riddle" Ollivander said thoughtfully "That is an odd name"

Then he said abruptly, "Many I see your wand hand?"

"Me wand hand?" Nequam said confused

"Yes the hand you write with" Ollivander informed her.

"Oh" said the dark-haired child as she brought up her right hand. Ollivander took her hand in his and after a few seconds of examination he said "That is not your wand hand." "Let me see your other"

Nequam slowly raised her left hand for the strange shopkeeper. "Ah yes, this is it" he tells Nequam.

"Odd" he continues, half talking to himself "I don't see many children who are left-handed"

"No matter" said the wand-maker "I've never had an unsatisfied customer" He then pulled a tape-measure out of a pocket and preceded to measure varies parts of Nequam's body. He started with her height, then between her eyes, the length of both hands, and around her head.

Nequam stood very still, her eyes follow his hands during the hold process. Suddenly he turned and started scanning though the many stacks of long, narrow boxes, mumbling to himself. Nequam glanced up at Snape; his eyes were on the shopkeeper watching him as he went through the different boxes. Her eyes shifted back to Ollivander as he returned carried one of the narrow boxes. He removed the lid revealing a long, thin piece of wood. He carefully picked up the strange stick and offered the wider end to Nequam.

She grabbed it with her left hand and had barely begun to study the wand when it was quickly snatched back by the shopkeeper. "No, no. Not that one." he said as he turned back to the boxes. "Maybe this" pulling another box from a row and again offered the wand to Nequam.

"Nope" he said after a second. "Lets try again" going back to the piles. So again and again Ollivander would pick out a wand and offer it the Nequam only to pull it back.

An impatient sigh from her right had the blue-eyed child looking up at her temporary guardian. The frustration on his face had her stomach tightening. She looked back at the wand-maker. She didn't know what exactly he was looking for but she knew that it needed to be found quickly. So taking a deep breath and gathering her courage she stepped forward as the shopkeeper was returning with another box.

She stepped passed him moving into the many boxes. The two men watched her curiously as she stopped in front of one of the rows, kneeling down she then pulled out an old, worn box that was near the bottom.

Ollivander approached Nequam as she stood very still with her eyes on the box in her hand. He gently lifted the lid and removed the wand from the box. Taking his eyes off of the wand he looked at the strange child in front of him.

She looked back seeing an odd expression on his face. He then smiled at her saying "This is one of the very first wands I made. Chestnut 13 inches, with tail hair of a Threstal as its core. Threstal is a powerful and tricky substance that can be mastered only by a witch or wizard capable of facing death."

Holding the wand out to her, she slowly raised her hand to grasp the handle. As soon as her hand closed around it a powerful wind whipped around her and somehow she knew that this wand was hers.

"How very interesting. I never expected to sell this wand, especially not to one so young" he told Nequam "It powerful and will be difficult to control.""It will be capable of great magic and I think it is safe to assume that we can expect wondrous things from you" Ollivander informed her knowingly. "But" he continued with a raise of his eyebrows "whether these wondrous things will be for good or for evil will be up to you." Nequam looked back at him feeling slightly overwhelmed at the thought of being given such a powerful weapon.

"This has all been very interesting" Snape said stepping forward "but we have other supplies to buy, so how much for the wand?" he asked the shopkeeper.

Ollivander turned to him and said "There will be no charge." Looking back down at Nequam he continue "Consider it a gift. Because I have a feeling that you have not been given many gifts in your life."

"Thank you, sir" Nequam said in a small voice.

"You're welcome, child" the wand-maker said smiling gently at her.

"Lets go Miss Riddle. We have other things to do" Snape said in an impatient voice, turning toward the door.

"Yes, sir" she said quickly following him out of the shop. As the door closed behind them the pale, white-haired wand-maker thought to himself 'we will see many wondrous things from her'.