A/N I own nothing. Also, if you didn't guess, AU for HP and YFM. Two originally important characters from HP are now minor characters. You'll see who.
Benatar, Age 11, on the way to Britain
Puff grumbled next to me. DeeJay did his usual routine; listened to music and bobbed his head, his hair moving in near synchronization with it. Once I asked to listen, and was rewarded with Hip Hop from about ten to fifteen years ago, mostly a group called the Beastie Boys. I earned a look of approval by learning to 'play' the lyrics to a few songs on my guitar. Even Puff was impressed when, last month, I danced a Beastie Boys song while singing AND playing. It was hard as hell to synchronize, and while learning I kept tripping. I did it while performing too, but nobody's perfect.
I glanced out the window. The plane was moving quickly-as planes are wont to do-but what was interesting to me was the wings. If, one day, I got my dream and was in a band; we would have to do a show on the wings of a plane. I grinned; we could dress up as super heroes and do it.
Puff glared at me and, I think, my guitar. We were all amazed that they let me take it on the plane. I strummed a chord absently. It sounded good so I kept doing it. I started changing it up a little, and adding in a rhythm. DeeJay looked up, took off the head phones-his head kept bobbing though-and started beat boxing. In a minute, puff's expression changed from glaring to thoughtful. He started rapping.
My grandmamma used to tell me one day I would be King.
And that it would be me to put these dreams into a sling
And fling 'em like a bullet til they beam the whole ruling regime
In the melon. Then I tell 'em that I'll one day reign supreme…
All and all it sounded pretty good. People on the plane were taking notice and bobbing their heads and smiling. Puff ended the song, and they applauded. A few even tossed money at us. It wasn't a lot, but it was something. It planted an idea in my mind…
Before any of that though, I needed to focus on the near and present future. Magic…could it really be real? To think that not only was magic real, but there was an entire school devoted to teaching the young to utilize their powers…
I was dumbfounded. I was amazed I had this power… this magic. Of course, I had always believed music was magic, and I definitely knew music.
Two hours later we touched down. There was a nearby bar called the Leaky Cauldron, and the letter instructed us to go there.
I don't remember the place specifically. It seemed like any other pub. When we went in, the bartender (not as seedy looking as other bartenders) took one glance at us, gestured at us to follow, and we followed. I supposed we must have looked odd; a blonde brit in a polo and slacks (I liked to dress immaculately, and suits were expensive), a round black kid holding a CD thing, and a scrawny white kid in a red hoodie and jeans; he probably singled us out. He probably got a lot of rabble like us.
He was an immaculate man. He was anywhere from 35 to 50… taller than my dad
(ohmygodmydadmydadmydad)
was, bald in hair and comfortable in width. A name tag read MAC and he stepped into the back. He pulled out a bottle and tapped a brick. He paused and looked at us expectantly. We needed to pay attention. He proceeded to tap a multiple of bricks in a specific pattern; I committed it to memory.
The man walked back to his bar. An immensely tall man in a fedora with, I kid you not, a walking stick etched with runes sat. Something subtle about the pub was different, though I was unsure of what…
(A/N anybody who gets that reference and posts a comment about it? I will turn this into a threeway and bring them in too. Granted, It will be cameos. But still. You will also garner my most immense respect.)
I forgot them quickly. When I turned around, it was a whole new world. People in robes bustled about; Puff and I were staring when DeeJay voiced an uncomfortable truth.
"How the hell we gonna buy shit without no money?"
I nodded somberly. Puff closed his eyes and sighed; he knew what having no money was like on a scale most eleven year olds didn't. Suddenly, a Giant of a man looking like nothing more than Thor's black-haired cousin rumbled by. He had a scrawny kid that reminded me of puff next to him; though Puff didn't look so awkward, and he didn't have glasses. The large man spoke in a vaguely Irish accent.
Puff saw them too. He bounded forward, poking the large man slightly. He looked up and flinched under the big man's gaze; I saw it in his face that he hated the fact that he did. Both expressions were gone almost before they came. You had to know the guy.
"Excuse me, sir; we're extremely lost and very broke. Could you tell us where to go and how to get some money?" The big man gave a non-committal grunt.
"There's a trust fund fir firs' years without money. I'm just takin Harry here tah Gringotts. You and your buddies can tag along. I'm Rubeus Hagrid, grounds and gameskeeper at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Pleased to make your acquaintances. Who are you fellahs?"
"I'm Puff. Blondie goes by Benatar and the black one goes by DeeJay." The man grunted again, and this time spoke to us. I still had my guitar and DeeJay his usual music stuff.
"Electronics rarely work on Hogwarts; yeh may catch hell fir carryin around a guitar, though the rules don't oppose you doing it." He winked at me. We lumbered off…
About an hour later, after some boring shopping (you know those details. Also skipping the harry and his wand scene. Those I didn't molest XD)
Mr Ollivander looked at me next. He also looked at my guitar. His face grew thoughtful. After seeing Harry's outbursts and failures, I was cowed into not saying anything. DeeJay and Harry were still getting fitted for robes; Madame Malkin found my size almost immediately and I was ushered on my way.
He stroked his chin in thought. "Benatar you said? Not a common name, child…but you aren't a common child. Yes. My store specializes in three cores; I won't bore you with details, but before you even try anything I want you to try this wand." He reached under his desk and pulled out a box that was different colored from every other box in the store. "This wand is Eleven and a half inches long, Mr. Benatar-" (since I had dropped my surname altogether)
(Whydaddywhydaddywhydaddy)
"-and has a core of Siren Tongue. This wand is a very passionate thing, and is admittedly a little project of mine. Give it a flick." I pulled out the wand and received sudden inspiration. I picked up my guitar, and placed the wand inside the hole on my guitar. I did this a few times to be sure I could do it again. I then strummed my guitar. The resounding sound was one of the most beautiful I had ever produced. I started singing, and my voice was stronger and smoother than it ever had been. Harry watched in awe as Mr Ollivander gave me a small smile.
Planet Earth
I need a friend
Cause I'm on the outside
Lookin in
I'm just an alien
I'm just an alien
Feeling lost
But never found
I find myself
Being pushed around
Because I'm an alien
I'm just an alien
OOOoooOOOooohhh…
Harry applauded enthusiastically. Mr. Ollivander smiled his smile. "Normally wands are around ten galleons…but this one, Mr Benatar, had no pricing. Since you are my guinea pig, I will give it to you at reduced price SO LONG AS every year, you send me a report on how the wand performed throughout." I enthusiastically agreed; just as the door opened I was handing over the wizard money…
(A/N Sorry for three AN's in one chapter, and also sorry for such a long time between postings. I've been busy, and I sorta left my fanfics behind. I've picked this one back up, I still love the concept, and it seemed to get good reception. Talk to me! Review! If you have any Ideas you want me to incorporate, ask. I'll at the least think about it. Thanks, readers!)