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"Sirius Orion Black! I told you to wake up 30 minutes ago!"
The stern yell of Walburga Black echoed through Number 12 Grimmauld place.
Sirius slightly opened his eyes, his hair in his face. He still had the clothes he had on the day before.
"We have to go school shopping! Your first year at Hogwarts starts in 3 days!" She yelled up the stairs.
Sirius could hear his mum as she scurried around the kitchen. Sirius sat up on his bed and blew his hair out of his face. He walked sluggishly to the washroom to wash up and stopped only to see his little brother, Regulus, walking out his room. It was the same way every morning, which of them got the bathroom first. They simply decided to take turn, which obviously failed miserably. When it was Sirius' turn Regulus would wake up early so he could get to the bathroom first and deliberately take an extra-long time. That particular day was Regulus' day. Sirius calmly walked up to the bathroom door.
"What're you doing Sirius; it's my turn to have the bathroom first!" Regulus exclaimed glaring at Sirius.
Sirius laughed. "Little brother… Did I say anything when you took my turn yesterday? Besides, I have to go school shopping!"
He said walking in to the door. Regulus walked up to the hold the door open, and at that exact moment Sirius slammed the door in his face.
*~The Noble House of Black~*
Sirius walked out the washroom, his hair wet. He then wore a black t-shirt with a white tie, and a pair of black pants. That's not exactly how his mum imagined him to wear that outfit but, for Sirius, that was a great improvement. He rushed down the stairs, skipping every other step.
"Sirius Black, what in the devil are you wearing?" Walburga Black asked as she turned her head to examine her son. She looked in little shock at Sirius.
"Mum, this is what you told me to wear!" said Sirius bending down to tie his shoe.
Walburga straightened her face "Yes I did tell you to wear that, but where's the vest? The jacket?" She said in a stern voice still looking him up and down.
"Relax!" Sirius said walking toward the fireplace "Were just go school shopping! Speaking of school shopping, let's go! Before all the good stuff is gone!"
Walburga walked toward the fireplace and reached her hand into a small bowl on the mantle. She stepped into the fireplace and said very precisely "Diagon Alley."
And threw the powder down, a cloud of smoke replacing where she stood.
"SIRIUS ORION BLACK!" Sirius heard a voice boom from somewhere upstairs.
"WHY IN THE DICKENS IS THERE FLOBBERWORM PUS IN MY DESK?" Sirius tried to hide a laugh and grabbed a handful of green powder.
Orion Black came trudging sown the stairs, as Sirius jumped into the fireplace. "Sirius Black, don't you dare!"
Sirius grinned and yelled "Diagon Alley!" Before throwing the powder down into the flames, causing the flames to turn bright green, and a cloud of smoke replacing the spot where Sirus stood.
*~The Noble House of Black~*
Walburga and Sirius Black walked through Diagon Alley, Walburga stopping ever few minutes to talk to one of her many friends. Many other witches and wizards were scurrying through the crowd.
"Mum," said Sirius looking down at his school list "It looks like it would be easier if you took me to get my robes fitted, while you go and get my books."
"Very well." She said in a very stern voice.
They changed their course, now walking towards Madame Malkins Robes for All Occasions. They walked through the door and saw Madame Malkins measuring a boy with very untidy black hair; he had hazel eyes, and had a pair of glasses upon his nose.
"Hello, Dorothy," Walburga said to Madame Malkin. "Could you get his robes fitted, I have to go to Gringotts, and then get some of his school material."
"Of course Walburga!" said Madame Malkin as she accidently stuck a pin into the boy that was being fitted.
Walburga nodded and walked out of the shop.
"Oi! That hurt!" said the boy flinching.
Madame Malkins glared at the boy. "Well excuse me Mr. Potter I think I know how to do my job."
Sirius tried to hold back a laugh. The boy looked over his way.
"Wotcher! I'm James Potter." The boy said grinning.
"I'm Sirius Black, nice to meet you." said Sirius.
His mum always told him not to talk to strangers, but this boy seemed different, almost like a long lost friend.
"So you're going to Hogwarts, eh? What year are you in?" Asked the James wincing as a needle poked him again.
"I'm going to my first year; have to get my wand after this." Sirius told him.
"Sorry to interrupt you boys, but Mr. Potter I am done with you," She folded and put them into the box. "Here you go!" She said giving him the box.
"I'm going to my first year to!" James said taking the box in his hands.
"Well I guess I'll be seeing you around," Sirius said smirking.
"I guess so!" He said walking out the shop door.
*~The Noble House of Black~*
Sirius had gotten his robes fitted, and his mum had paid for them. She had got all his books, ink, quills, and parchments. She even got Hades some owl treats. There was only one thing left to do.
They walked up to the door; it had small peeling gold letters on it. It read, Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. Walburga opened the door and they both walked in.
Garrick Ollivander sat in a chair at his desk, reading a book.
"Ollivander, we are here to get my sons wand." said Walburga.
Ollivander nodded and continued reading his book.
About five minutes later Sirius spoke up. "So when can I pick out my wand?" he asked.
Ollivander grinned and looked at Sirius over his glasses. "The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Black."
At that Ollivander closed his book and strolled over to some shelves. He picked up a white wand.
"Yew wood, Unicorn hair core, 12 ½ inches, very flexible." Ollivander told Sirius while handing the wand to him.
"Give it a wave." Ollivander insisted.
Sirius waved the wand and a mirror on Ollivanders desk shattered.
"That's ok, not the wand for you." Ollivander told him going back to the shelves.
This time he came back with a wand that was twisted three-hundred sixty degree's. "Hornbeam wood, thestral hair, 5 ¾ inches, very sturdy." Ollivander handed it to Sirius.
Sirius waved the wand again and knocked a whole shelf of wands down.
Ollivander nodded and took the wand away from him.
Sirius had gone through about five wands when Ollivander brought to him a particularly interesting one.
The wand had a square shaped handle and markings that he never seen before from bottom to top.
"Oak wood, griffon talon core, 15 inches, very sturdy." Ollivander told Sirius.
Sirius waved the wand, his hand getting tired. Then, out of a sudden, a mixture of a green and red light came flowing out the tip, sparkling like the bright sun outside.
Ollivander smiled and took the wand back "There you have it."
Ollivander observed the wand. "Yes… This wand has special carvings on each side of the handle, it knows you know, It won't work for any other wizard but you Mr. Black." Ollivander explained to Sirius.
Sirius grinned. He had finally got his wand. He was going to the top Wizarding School in Britain. It was all going bye so fast. Ollivander put the wand in a rectangular blue box and gave it to Walburga.
"Thanks you." She said, in her same stern voice.
Walburga gave Ollivander eighteen galleons to pay for the wand. They walked to the Leaky Cauldron and each had a cup of tea.
It was him, Sirius Orion Black, finally getting to Hogwarts. He smiled and took a sip of his tea.