I DO NOT, SADLY, OWN HARRY POTTER. ALL RIGHTS GO TO J.K.
Max Pov.
I was plopped on my bed in the Leaky Cauldron, spread out my golden brown hair like a fan, and started thinking about everything that had happened that day.
First, I find out not all wizards are evil. Then, I find out I has been invited to a wizarding school. Then, I go to Diagon Alley and find out just how chaotic the wizarding world is. Lastly, I find out how comfy this bed is. Seriously, this is sooo comfy. It's like a cloud, feathers, and a rainbow had a baby. I wonder how that was arranged?
Sorry I got off topic, what was I talking about? Right, my day at Diagon Alley.
It started like this.
Dumbles popped us to a busy street in London. Popped is the nicest way to put it. In reality, we were sucked in a vortex of doom that made you want to vomit on everyone in a kilometers distance, that was not sarcasm for those wondering.
After I steadied myself, I looked at Dumbles who had a meaningful smile on his face and a hand reached out with yellow treats. "Lemon Drop," he offered, "they help settle your stomach after apperating." (Vortex of Doom sounds better to me)
I took a Lemon Drop from from his hand. "Thank you." I said after plopping in my mouth. He took the other in his hand in popped it in his own. "So," I asked, "Where is this Leaky Cauldron, Professor?"
He pointed to an old shabby pub at the end of the street. I looked to see if other people were going in, but everyone rushed past it. 'Coating magic,' I noted. I had learned a lot from the wizarding book I acquired years ago, including how to recognise different spells.
"First," Dumbles said, "We will go to either Madam Malcom's to get your robes or to Gringotts Wizard bank if you want to switch any of your muggle money into wizard currency." He looked at me as we walked towards the pub looking for an answer.
"Wizarding bank first," I said patting the backpack on my back. "I want to be able to pay for my own personal needs for the future. That way I'm not needing to have to ask others for charity." Dumbles chuckled at my stubbornness. "Trust me Miss. Wiars, we are not a charity, we are, as I said a school. The tools and supplies we give you are purely out of the scholarship. You are a powerful witch. I intend to see what wonders will hold this year." He looked at me fondly and opened the door to the pub.
On the inside were more oddly dressed wizards and witches with their long robes and outfits that made them all look like they were wearing dresses, and let me tell you, a 70 year old man wearing a dress will either A) make you laugh your head off or B) will make you scared for the rest of your life. Probably both. But still, why can't they wear a normal sweatshirt and jeans?!
As we walked through the the Leaky Cauldron I noticed a lot of people smiling and waving at Dumbles as if he were an old friend. Dumbles returned their gestures with a kind wave to each.
He lead me to the back of the pub. We just stepped outside to see an empty back alley(I don't know the proper word for that. I've never been good at grammar). 'There is nothing here, maybe he has to do some funky magic to let us in, or maybe say a passcode.' But all he did was pull out his wand and touch a brick three times.
Then a second later a huge archway started to form. Dumbles led me through and even though I was used to magic my jaw hit the floor. "Welcome," he said, "to Diagon Alley."
It was massive. Hundreds of wizards and witches, all with their wizard dressses, yes, that is what I will call them, flooded every corner. It was magnificent, and I'm the person who isn't a huge people person fan.
Ok, I am just going to make a quick of summary of everything that happened up to Ollivander's, because if I don't speed up this rubbish, we'll be here all night, and you do not want a tired Max. It might be the last thing you ever see. Also, I get all cranky and my hair looks like Chewbacca.
So back on track, I went and switched some, not all because I need some muggle money, of my money to Wizarding money.
Then, I went to Madam Malcolm's, a nice old witch who fitted me for wizard rubbish, oh I mean, robes, my bad.
Next, we went to Florish and Blotts to get some wizard , I got other rubbish, man I need a new word, and a trunk to put it in.
Lastly, when we were walking to Ollivander's I noticed an animal shop, and asked Dumbles if we could go inside.
There were many animals from flying owls to skipping rats. But really got my attention was a massive black fluffy cat with bright stormy blue eyes like mine. The cat that was roughly three feet tall, jumped from its post, stretched, and started rubbing against me like I was some old friend. I ended up buying him with my own money and named him Aclimus, which is Latin for valiant. But I decided to settle for the nickname Ace. He seemed to like it because he rubbed meaningfully against my side when I said it.
That's when we headed to Ollivander's. I have nothing against Mr. Ollivander, really he was a nice guy, but bloody hell, he could make a soldier of the queen cry for his mommy with that stare and voice.
Dumbles said he needed to get back to Hogwarts, so he handed me fourteen gallions for my wand and my room key for the Leaky Cauldron, then he apperated. I put the key and money into my pocket and walked into the old store called Ollivander's.
When I walked in I felt as if I were in one of the old book shops my father used to take me in as a child. The differences from the place were ceiling was very high and where should have been lots of books were thousand of thin boxes all on top of each other.
I cleared my throat after seeing no one was around at the desk.
"Hello?" I called out.
"Hello, and good afternoon to you." said a raspy whimsical voice to my right.
I jumped. Not seeing him at first I turned to see an old wizard with a thin face and eyes that twinkled almost as much as Dumbles. But his eyes, unlike the Professor, were filled with wonder of a thousand stars, (man that sounded deep).
"Uh, hi, are you Mr. Ollivander?" I asked
"Indeed I am, and who may I ask are you?"
"Max, Max Wiars. Um, this is where I am supposed to get a wand, correct?"
"Yes, it is. But you should know, the wand chooses the wizard, or witch, Miss. Wairs. Now which hand is your wand hand?"
I held out my right arm and he waved his wand. A tape measurer started to measure every part of me ( I smacked it when it measured my chest area) while he hustled around the shop. He pulled about seven boxes from the shelves then waved his wand again and the tape stopped.
He handed me the first wand and I waved it stupidly, but befor I even went all the way down he took it and pulled it away and gave me another, but befor I waved it he snatched it again.
We went on like this for what felt like hours, (that and I have a short attention span), me grabbing a wand and him snatching it away.
"Very tricky customer, I shall have to look in my more unusual set of wands." Then he went upstairs and started gathering a few wands.
We tried the wands slower this time until there was one left. It was a blueish tinted wand. But he didn't hand it to me like the others, he simply stared at it with a dazed look, mumbling "Impossible, it can't be".
Starting to feel uncomfortable I told him, "Sir, we still haven't tried the last wand."
He snapped out of his trance and plastered a fake smile on his face. "Yes, of course. Here." He handed me the wand gingerly.
I took it. But this time instead of nothing, a cool wind that felt like the mountain breeze brush over my hands and blow my hair gently across my face.
"Curious, very curious." Mr Ollivander said quietly.
"Is it supposed to do that?" I asked.
"Yes, but it is very curious that you should have this wand. I have never made anything like it. It is blue ebony wood, 12 ½ inches, with a very extraordinary core. It is the hair of a thestral. The thestral hair is not very easy to come by, most wizards and witches have hard time with it because of its power.
" The other reason it is also not commonly used, is because only those who know of and have looked death in the face personally can wield it. That is why I do not usually make them. I am so sorry for whatever has come your way Miss. Wiars, but I do know this, there will be many adventures in your future, but I know that none are too great for you."
I looked away from Mr. Ollivander's eyes to Ace's, because it felt that if I kept on looking in them I would lose all my sanity. I thanked Mr. Ollivander, paid 9 Gallions for the wand, and went to the Leaky cauldron. That's when I went into my room and face planted onto my bed.
"Why can't my life be normal!" I groaned. Ace jumped on my bed, came to my side and snuggled with me stared those round stormy blue eyes at me.
That's when I realized things were going to be different this year. This time I wasn't going to be by myself. I would have real friends, real food, and a real home.
This time I wouldn't have to worry about my safety of well being. I could focus more on what I want to be. That's when I decided I wanted to the most powerful witch I could, so when danger did come my way, I would be ready.
Little did I know that danger was coming sooner than I thought...