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France's POV

Arthur created a transportation circle to teleport us to Diagon Alley; the ride was surprisingly smooth but as we landed I felt myself tip sideways and would have fallen if England had not grabbed my upper arm. Arthur sent Matthieu and Alfred off to a store with fancy brooms, odd looking balls, and robes.

He then sighed, looking up at a faded sign that used to be magnificent sporting gleaming gold outline and vibrant paint. "I haven't had a wand in centuries. Oh well a necessary annoyance." With a sharp nod of his head he pushed his way into the pet store.

Wandless magic is apparently a more advanced magic and takes years to master and it would be suspicious if a first year could do wandless magic.

He continued to bemoan having to use a wand until an owl caught his eye and his mouth closed with a snap.

I instantly fell in love with the kitty cats. Their mewling was so cute! Just like my Angleterre. I finally convinced Arthur to decide on a female snowy white owl named Elizabeth. I got a lovely female silky black cat I immediately named Joan. Ah, she reminds me of her so. Now off to some place named Ollivander's get wands.

America's POV

Garrick Ollivander, the best wandmaker in the world according to Artie. The store has been making wands since 382 B.C. It's been around longer than Artie. We went inside the ancient shop.

"Hello." an unknown voice spoke from behind a dusty counter.

"Hello, my friends and I want to purchase some wands." Artie said respectfully. The man, withered and stooped, came out and shook each of our hands.

He apologized for the broken chair, a customer had broken it a few days ago. The customer was Harry Potter. I kept my surprised in and I'm 100% sure the other 3 were too.

I was curious as to what Harry looks like? The only information Britain had given us is that he has a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

Arthur volunteered to get his wand first. He went through 3 wands before he got the right one. When he waved the wand, a faint smell of tea tinted the air and God Save the Queen played softly for a few bars.

"Ah, unicorn hair core, acacia, beech, cedar and ash mix wood, nine inches. Mixes are rare, you have a large capacity for magic young man." France went next an eager smile lighting up his face. He has the same number of wands to get the right one as Iggy. His wand produced a small French flag, the smell of French food, and I swear the atmosphere (yes I can read it) had a romantic feel to it.

"Dragon heartstrings core, aspen, cedar and beech mix wood and 12 inches. "I have a feeling the last one will be a mixed too. Oh wait sorry I missed you there young man, my eye sight must be going." said Garrick. He hadn't seen Matthew. Perhaps the poor guy will have more luck at Hogwarts.

England's POV

When it is Matthew's turn, he held around 25 wands before finally, the right one choose him. A little maple leaf popped out of the tip, maple syrup filled the air and a calm feeling quieted the room.

"A winter spirit hair core, cedar, cherry, and chestnut wood, and 11.5 inches."

Lastly, Alfred stands up and grasps the proffered wand from the wizened old man.

Ollivander must be losing his touch; Alfred was handed over fifty wands before a positive reaction broke the normal destructive tendency. An inexplicable feeling of excitement coursed through me and red, white, and blue fireworks burst out of the wooden wand.

I wasn't surprised it took so long for Alfred to get a wand; he represents so many different people it must be hard to find a wand that represents them as well.

"Thunderbird feather core, cedar, apple, acacia, chestnut, willow, and yew mix and 14 inches. You my young friend hold a lot of power. It is rare to get a mix wood wand but that many types are something never heard of before. I found that wand in the back of the shop. It is the only one I currently have in stock. You and your brother also got rare cores; they are not from Europe." Ollivander said.

Alfred grinned and the room lit up in excitement. Alfred's magic has been locked away since the 1600's and was eager to be released. The only problem is getting him to practice any form of magic. After all these years, it will be hard.

I handed Ollivander several coins and exited the cluttered shop. I sighed looking down at my wand and glancing at the others. Our wands were so different that someone was bound to notice and bring unwanted attention to us. If it ever gets out what our wands are made of, we won't be able to protect Harry.

Canada's POV

Man, my brother took so long. How powerful could he even be? I know all nations have magic and it is stronger than most wizards but not enough to have any special attention paid to them aside from the passing comment. I need to talk to Francis or Arthur if Alfred doesn't talk. Arthur should have the answer. I glanced over to see Arthur frowning down at his wand a contemplative expression on his features.

"Umph." Alfred had been bumped into by a pale haired boy about eleven or twelve judging by his youthful features and growing stature. Alfred held out a hand and started to apologized but the pale kid waved him away with a sneer.

"Watch where you're going you idiot. Do you not know who I am?" My brother studied him for a moment then with a friendly smile.

"Nope". He popped the 'p'.

The pale kid smirked. "A Muggle born and a yank as well. You shouldn't be here you stupid Mudblood." I have no idea what the Mudblood thing is about and I know Alfred doesn't either. I am glad I brought my hockey sticks. One thing is sure is Arthur, Francis, and I will have to hold back Alfred or he will go to jail before we finish buying school supplies.

I leave you on a cliffhanger. Next chapter the FACE family will get on the train and meet Harry Potter, Ron, and Hermione