Chapter 6: The Pre-Hogwarts Program - Diagon Alley
13:58 - (Monday) - August 5th, 1991 - 27 Days Before
Diagon Alley, Charing Cross, London, England
After leaving the marbled palace of Gringotts - the Magical Britain branch, the group of four made their way towards the bustling street of Diagon Alley. People of all different creeds, sizes and class made their way through some with their children, some childless, teenagers and young adults alike carried their way through the street. Some were dressed well in well-fitted attire and others wore raggedy clothes which looked like they belonged to someone several generations ago and had to be repatched repeatedly.
Looking down at the list in his hands, Harry reaffirmed what the group had to buy for his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry;
Uniform:
First-year students will require;
Three sets of plain work robes (Black)
One plain pointed hat (Black) for daywear
One pair of protective gloves (Dragon Hide or similar)
One winter cloak (Black with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
Course Books:
All students should have a copy of each of the following;
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment:
1 Wand
1 Cauldron (Pewter, Standard Size 2)
1 Set of Glass or Crystal Phials
1 Telescope
1 Set of Brass Scales
Students may also bring an Owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
Looking towards Hecate, the trio waited for her instruction on how they should proceed with the matters of today's shopping trip. The three were uncomfortable in this environment, it had been a long time since they had to go shopping, during Harry's time with his trainers, they primarily lived off the land, killed the animals they would eat, and grew their own vegetables based of the season and made the majority of their clothes. Hecate looked at the three amusement dancing in her eyes as Harry though he didn't convey it was clearly annoyed at the notion of spending his day shopping and travelling. Her grandson was the stoic unexpressive type, whereas she felt he was incredibly emotional he didn't express his emotions like others. He felt them but didn't display them. Looking towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, she decided to get the most tedious task completed. Pointing at the store, she redirected their attention to the store.
"We'll head towards Madam Malkin's for now, but then Daphnis and I will head towards the Apothecary to get the cauldron for you Hadrian." As the group walked towards the store, they could hear people talk about the boy who lived as murmurs grew that he was in Diagon Alley. Hadrian stiffened at the mention of his moniker, his hands clenching into a fist as his hands itched towards summoning his knife prepared to be involved in a fighting evacuation. Immediately Hecate clamped her hand onto his shoulder as she put up her own silencing wards around the group. Standing outside the store, the group observed the store and the street in front of them, "Considering they know we're here, we are going to have to use a cover name of Hadrian. We'll now refer to him as James Artemis, James is a common muggle name and has grown amongst the wizarding world because of the sacrifice of James Potter, and Artemis is also Hadrian's middle name and that appears to be lesser known. So we'll use that for now." As they spoke, they failed to notice a bearded wheelchair-bound man seated in Madam Malkins. Next to him stood a skittish young man of suspected African American descent, he wore brown cargo trousers and a paler but still brown t-shirt covered by a red, blue white and pinkish-purple tracksuit jacket and too-big shoes on his feet.
As the four began to break away into their respective groups, Hecate waved her hand causing her torch staff to disappear into the air and the silencing ward surrounding them to melt away as Daphnis gave the two a two-finger salute, met this Daphnae and Hadrian inclining their heads in acknowledgement not that he could see it. Putting her hand on his shoulder, Daphnae directed Hadrian into Madam Malkins.
The inside matched the decor of the outside. The walls were a deep royal purple, with gleaming golden fixtures. On the wall behind a desk wrote;
Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions
Fines Robes and Gowns
School and Formal Wear
Official Uniform Supplier to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Sponsor of the English National Quidditch Team
Madam Malkin herself was a short squat woman, who was dressed in a patterned mauve dress. She was a blonde woman with cat-eye glasses that sat on her round face on a buttoned nose. Her brown eyes had crow's feet imprinted on them clearly due to years of smiling, which Harry could see reflected in the mirror, in front of her. The room had four stands dressed in various interactions of the Hogwarts uniform, jumpers, cardigans, work robes, winter robes with the required silver fastenings, and the pointed hat. Each stand's uniform had a different pattern, colour scheme and logo on each uniform. Red and gold, blue and bronze, green and silver, and yellow and black, each colour scheme also had an individual animal, red bore a lion, blue born an eagle, green bore a snake and yellow a Honey Badger.
Immediately Hadrian's eyes were drawn towards the wheelchair-bound man. His hair was a deep brown with undertones of salt and pepper decorating his hair as it looked to be thinning, thick bushy eyebrows sat upon intense brown eyes, which looked like they could tell a thousand stories the ageing around them only served to support this notion. The lower portion of his face was covered in a thick brown scruffy beard which looked rough to the touch, he was dressed in a brown tweed suit, with a matching tie and a plain white shirt. Hadrian could smell the coffee wafting off him, causing his forehead to crease temporarily. Chiron, Trainer of Heroes, Member of the Council of Cloven Elders and the son of Kronos was sat across them, observing Madam Malkin whilst conversing with the young demigod by his side.
The young demigod, stood standing at ease, her boot-clad feet positioned shoulder width apart, her hands interlocked behind her meeting at the small of her back. Her eyes were an unusual royal but pale purple dancing with destructive intent and desire, and her hair was as red as Hadrian's mother Lily, straight falling past her shoulders as she was dressed in black combat trousers and boots, a red rashguard t-shirt, and a black army jacket with lots of pockets. She had a sinister smile on her face as Chiron seemed to be talking to her in deep hushed conversation. Already she seemed lean and the way she would sometimes bounce on her feet called out that she was ready for a fight. She was craving it, it seemed.
"A daughter of Enyo but she smells like Phobos," Daphnae hissed looking at the child like she was a foul cretin that stood in front of her. Her eyes flashed a dangerous silver as if she was ready to start stalking her prey, she began to bear her teeth as her form switched into that of a hunter, but before she could Madam Malkin spoke up, "Hogwarts, dear," she asked her voice full of inquisitive kindness. She turned to face Hadrian, her eyes running over him, as she received a stiff nod from the boy, which somewhat unnerved her as his eyes were cold and analytical as one of the other youngsters she had dressed a few days ago, if not his eyes were colder and looked straight through her. "You can just pop up right here," pointed at one of two wooden platforms, "I'll get the two of you down now," she said kindly looking down at Hadrian and the mystery girl in front of Hadrian.
Walking onto the platform, Hadrian stood loosely, his body limber ready to snap into a fight as he made sure to keep a fair level of distance between himself and this daughter of Enyo. Cold green met pale purple. Their eyes looked over the other, as if assessing the other, purple broke the union of their gazes, nodding to herself, she returned to keep an eye on the people ahead of her, Madam Malkin, her assistant and the green-eyed boy ahead of her.
Looking at him he seemed strange to her, like herself, he stood in a limber position ready for a fight. Dressed in black cargo trousers, a white shirt, a white cravat and a black leather jacket with a lily pink line around the left arm near the heart, the jacket had a logo on the upper left sleeve of a green and silver stag on the front of a full moon. His hair was cut short, a deep soulless black, with the top much longer than the sides, split down the middle adding to the detail of the emerging sharp jawline, and angular regal face. His forehead had a heavily faded scar, however, the shape of it couldn't be identified. If she didn't know any better, she'd say Harry Potter was standing in front of her.
"Who are you," she spoke cutting herself off from her thoughts.
All she received as a response was a raised eyebrow with cold eyes, hardening while looking at her. Feeling anger flare at the dismissive response she received, she went to move forward wanting to strike the arrogant brat in front of her, but a stern look from Chiron quelled her anger, knowing she was already on a fine line with him.
"Cynisca," he spoke sternly, his voice carrying out a warning.
"James Artemis," Hadrian spoke to her his voice disinterested in her and it carried out in the way he looked at Chiron. But what interested both Chiron and she was the Greek accent he spoke in even though he still had an English accent there it was clearly hit by a strong splash of Greek flare.
"Cynisca Bishop," she spoke looking at him, her voice had the undertones of Scottish, American and Greek, an extremely cultured accent. Although her Scottish brogue and New York Long Island accent were stronger than the Greek, Hadrian picked up on the Greek almost immediately. "You a no-maj-born, as well?"
"No," Hadrian spoke in the same tone of voice, his eyes attracted to the bracelet on her wrist, a celestial bronze Boar head on a black rope-plaited bracelet. Out of the corner of his eye, Hadrian could see Chiron pretending to be distracted so he could listen in on the conversation playing out in front of him. It was clear that he didn't recognise Daphnae, and in all fairness, very few would recognise her unless they met with her on an extremely common basis.
"Pureblood," she spoke more with a tone of disgust, clearly she had a bad encounter with a pureblood. Chiron looked at her with a level of exasperation, and Daphnae had a smirk building behind the sneer on her face, clearly amused at the brat's irritation.
"No."
"Well then what are you," she spoke annoyed at Hadrian's short curt answers. Getting a raised eyebrow from him, she growled annoyed her royal purple eyes darkened heavily before they started to become pale white. Her mother's blessing built within her. An air of anger, destruction and hostility built cooling the atmosphere around her before she could act on her desire to pummel the boy in front of her she was surprised by feeling Chiron's hand on her neck and a blade beneath her head making its way towards her neck.
"Control yourself, little girl, before I send you to your mother," spoke a tall proud woman, dressed like a Hunter from what Cynisca could recall, but more dressed like she was wearing 'Dress Ones' a crisp white shirt, formal black cargo slacks, black boots, an various detailing on her dark silvered jacket. Cynisca's eyes widened extremely as did Chiron's, however, Hadrian's didn't and the attendant and Madam Malkin didn't seem to notice any change clearly the mist was at work. "Control your brat, Chiron. Lest you wish for me to coat my blade in the inchor of your charge," she hissed out her brown eyes flashing silver looking towards Chiron causing him to stiffen immediately.
"Who are you," he demanded of the woman who had his charge at knifepoint.
"It matters not who I am, what matters is that your brat is acting out of line, and an act against my charge is an act against Lady Hecate and by proxy Lady Artemis. Do you truly think she could survive the wrath of the Hunters and that of two vengeful goddesses?" The two stiffened heavily, while Hadrian rolled his eyes at her behaviour focusing in on the notes Madam Malkin took.
"And what material would you like dearie," Madam Malkin asked Hadrian smiling down at him kindly. "We have acromantuala silk, various types of cotton ranging from mixes you see in the muggle world to waxed cotton, different leaves made of dragon hide and more listed here," she rattled off a list which was clearly well rehearsed, pointing to a book which flew into her hands
"Waxed Cotton outside, lined with acromantuala silk inside for all the robes, with waterproof, heating and cooling charms built into the robes." Madam Malkin looked at him with a surprised raise of her eyebrows before nodding along as her floating notepad took note of Hadrian's preferences. "And make the trousers out of corduroy with the same lining."
"Okay dearie, the robes will be ready for you in an hour. Just come back and show someone this slip and they'll bring you out your robes and all." Nodding along, Hadrian hopped off of the stool, following Madam Malkin to the small desk in her store, pulling out his sack of wizarding money, he looked at the note he was given the invoice of 420 galleons, 3 sickles and 2 knuts. Placing the sack on the desk, Madam Malkin put the sack onto a scale and tapped her wand on the sack muttering a spell as the bag began to deflate before it returned to its original state.
Swiping the sack off of the table, he swiftly put it into his pocket turning around he approached Daphnae and walked towards the door, looking back at Chiron and Cynisca, his eyes flashed a dark gunmetal silver, before he turned his head, rolling his shoulders back standing up straight following Daphnae out of the building.
Chiron stared darts through the back of Hadrian's head trying to figure out who this child was and how he had earned the favour and protection of Lady Artemis. While Cynisca stood there stewing in her own anger at being humiliated like this, rage consumed her thoughts as the desire for revenge of the destructive kind filled her brain.
-Line Break-
"Acromantula silk, James," Daphnae spoke with an eyebrow raised at her young charge.
Meeting her expression with the same as his own, he let out a breath of air, "Acromantula silk is one of the most durable materials in the wizarding world. By non-magical mortal standards, it is believed to be stronger than steel and far more durable than Kevlar. It's also incredibly expensive to the point most families have it as a part of their special occasion wear, rarely it's worn casually like a part of the Hogwarts uniform. Me wearing it sends a message to those who know what the material is." Seeing the unasked question in her eyes, a sigh left Hadrian's lips "The wizarding world is one of status, I may be a hunter at heart, but I'm going need to cement myself as the heir of the Noblest and Ancient House of Potter. Every move I make will have to be calculated to redeem my family from its status of dormant."
"And here I thought I was escorting a daughter of Aphrodite," Daphnae quipped back to him. Getting a raised eyebrow from him, she smirked at the irritated look in his eyes.
As they approached Flourish and Blotts, the store was a strong emerald green, with a sign to match but also had a maroon and gold sign extending further out towards the street;
Flourish and Blotts Bookshop
Hogwarts Books Sold Here
Standard Book of Spells (All Grades Sold Here)
Potions ⋅ Charms ⋅ Herbology
Walking in, they were met with the sight of Hecate and Daphnis standing and looking around looking the room. Hecate looked thoroughly irritated if the dark look in her eyes was anything to go by but also the tick on her eyebrow only served to dissuade people from getting close to her. Daphnis looked tense, the grip on his cane was tight, and the firm look fixed upon his face only added to the look of anger on him. His suit was slightly ruffled, the collar slightly askew and the tie was clearly stuffed into his pocket.
Hecate's head immediately swivelled to Hadrian, as she approached him, crouching down in front of him, as her eyes immediately searched his face. Letting out a sigh of relief, she got back up placing her hand on his upper back and directing him towards the books, while Daphnae and Daphnis shared a conversation.
"James, which books will we need to purchase," she muttered to Hadrian, her eyes callously searching the surroundings," her eyes noticed a pale boy with greasy hair slicked back standing next to an equally as a pale man with long hair with a regal looking face but it was put off by the somewhat sickly paleness of his skin. Her eyes narrowed into slits, her eyes glowed a dark kill curse green. "Foul followers of Tom Riddle. Bastardising my domain with your pathetic ideas of purity. Your master will feel the clutches of The Morrigan soon."
Looking towards his grandmother/aunt with a questioning look in his eyes, she pulled her gaze away from the subject of her disgust, "His father is a follower of the dark lord who killed your mortal parents. Magical Britain used to live harmoniously with the non-magical folk of these lands but when they grew to discriminate against those who came from non-magical families The Morrigan separated both sides into completely segregated societies. The last dark lord unknowingly worked against her magicks though old they still stand. But the three remain dormant their uses of dark magic is a stain upon her legacy. And by proxy, I take offence to their actions."
Hadrian nodded along with her statements, he like her wanted to see the fall of the Dark Factions of Magical Britain. He was aware multiple houses paid their way out of being placed in Azkaban for their actions under Tom Marvolo Riddle - their half-blood Dark Lord. Hadrian had vowed to the sacred memory of his parents, James Fleamont and Lily Juliet Potter that he would avenge their deaths and honour the sacrifice they had made. The Dark Lord would die by his blade, and his impure soul would be a gift to Hecate but now it would be sacrificed to the Morrigan in honour of the sacrifice she made for Magical Britain. He was in her isles in her domain, he would honour her the same way he honoured his grandmother.
A firm look built on his face, Hecate could tell his mind was planning a hunt. His eyes looked both faraway and present, Artemis often had the same look in her eyes when she was searching through her domains, the Hungry Hunter Mentality - as Apollo called it when Artemis or one of her followers had found themselves in the desire for their great hunt, a hunt they could lose to or one they would succeed in. Those who failed died trying, for their instincts and desire to kill, butcher and maim took them to the point of exertion causing them to become weakened. However, Hadrian seemed different, his mind was always his he was in control of his own instincts and his actions but his movements were bloodier, more violent ruthlessly aggressive. For even though he had control of his mind he always succumbed to the violent side of the mentality and it showed in his methodically violent actions. It was one of the few moments where Hecate could actually feel fear, he rarely had those lapses in control when it did happen it was something that made him a force of nature, a god-killer could be born within should it come to that.
"I should assume that many here see everything as black and white. Good and bad, no grey in between?" He spoke looking at some of the children running around, the exasperated parents and the messy state of the shop distastefully. Gaining a slight nod back, he rolled his eyes at the naivety of those in Magical Britain.
As the duo walked around collecting the books they would need, Hecate picked out some extra books she wanted Hadrian to make use of while studying magic in Britain. A few of these books would be for those far into their education but she had no doubt that Hadrian would be further ahead of those in his year. Books like; Quintessence: A Quest, Moste Potente Potions, Magick Moste Evil by Godelot, Secrets of the Darkest Art, and books on various types of combative magicks. Hadrian had picked out a few books on Magical Creatures including The Hunting Habits of the Creatures of Magical Europe, Magicks of Olde Hunters and The Hunter's Reproach to Magical Creature Laws, he had also gotten a book on Magical Britain's etiquette, The Societal Requirements by Laurel Macha Greengrass.
Walking towards the counter Hadrian pulled his money sack out handing it over to Hecate, while he walked alongside her. "That'll be a hundred-and-one Galleons, two Sickles and twenty-five Knuts." Again the bag was placed on a scale while it deflated and reinflated again, being handed back to Hecate, the group met up with Daphnae and Daphnis who stood guard outside the store.
"I'll take James to the Owl Emporium and the two of you should head towards one of the trunk stores and get James a trunk. Make sure they put all required protections on them. I'll add more to them later."
Before they could answer, Hecate had directed Hadrian towards Eeylops Owl Emporium. A light grey building with owl cages handing at various points of the store's front. There were different types of owls that could be seen from the outside, Barn Owls, Barred Owls, Tawney, Long-Eared, True and Ural to name a few. There were toads and cats all over the place, and a massive sign on the door stating;
NO Snakes are sold here.
Written in bold with an image of snakes, and a red 'no-entry' sign over it.
As Hadrian entered, the smell of wild animals invaded his nose, and he could hear the calls of animals calling out to him. However, Hadrian noticed a brilliant pure Snowy White owl, flapping its wings in its cage excitedly. The cage shook violently, trying to get out of the cage and fly towards Hadrian. Breaking off from Hecate, he followed the pull calling him towards the owl. Opening the cage, the owl flew out onto his shoulder, nipping on his ear, puffing its chest up proudly, it softly butted its head against Hadrian, when he turned his head away demanding Hadrian's sole attention.
"Guess you found your owl, Hadrian," Hadrian turned to face Hecate with an unamused look on his face. As the two walked towards the counter, they could see what looked to be an employee, struggling with a blackbird, a crow to be exact. It kept trying to force itself away from the employee, barking, pecking and clawing at the employee. Its amber eyes locked onto Hadrian as it successfully wrestled itself away from the employee and landed on his shoulder. Before anyone could say anything, the crow nipped at Hadrian's ear but whereas the amber-eyed snowy owl had been playful the crow had nipped hard enough to pull blood the cut healed itself immediately as the two were consumed in a bright amber light which turned green before dimming into nothingness.
The employee looked stunned at what had just happened.
The crow, which had refused to leave with anyone, that clawed at everyone who came near it had just chosen to create a familiar bond with a random boy. Hecate watched stunned at what she had witnessed, her grandson had just found himself a familiar, while the snowy owl looked on jealously, if owls could pout, Hecate was sure that this owl would do so.
"H-how how," was all that the employee dressed in yellow, blue and pink could manage. Ignoring him Hadrian pulled out his sack placing it onto the scale as payment was taken from the sack for the owl, the crow and all the things Hadrian would need to care for both creatures.
Leaving the store, with two prideful animals, an amused grandmother and plenty of things for the animals he had just bought/bonded with. He led Hecate towards Ollivanders where both Daphnae and Daphnis stood. Seeing the looks on their faces, he schooled his face into a colder more Artemis-like face. "Not a word," he spoke before he entered Ollivanders ignoring the laugh from Daphnis and the snort from Daphnae.
Standing inside the small narrow store, Hadrian noted it was incredibly dusty, there was a small signer on the wall;
-Welcome to-
Ollivanders
Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 BC
-Diagon Alley-
The walls were made up of shelves, filled up with wands in their boxes, wand holsters wrist and shoulder holsters made up of various dragon hides, some made up of various types of leather and some which claimed to be made up of various hides of magical or mythological creatures. Thousands of wands were stacked upon the ways as magically as if out of nowhere a tall spindly ladder appeared out of nowhere sliding from the far back of the room. Moving down from the hovering ladder, Hadrian was welcomed to see the silver invasive orbs of Ollivander.
"I wondered when I'd be seeing you, Mr Potter. Seems only yesterday that your mother and father were here buying their first wands." Walking past Hadrian he seemed to be lost in his memories, "Ah yes, your mother's wand - ten-and-a-quarter inches, unicorn hair in willow, swishy, perfect for Charms. From what I heard she was a charms prodigy back in her day, the brightest witch of her age, and had achieved her Charms Mastery by the time she was pregnant with you. Of course, it took her several tries before she had gotten her wand but that's half the fun. She was the hardest muggleborn I've had the honour of gifting a wand." He walked towards a few shelves to pick up a few wands along the wall, picking them up from various different places on the wand, and floating them down to the back.
"And there is of course your father the incredibly mischievous James Potter, his wand - eleven inches, dragon heartstring in mahogany, pliable, perfect for Transfiguration. Which he had been known for during his short stint with the Aurors of the Department of Magical Enforcement, he had also achieved his Mastery in Transfiguration around the same time as your mother. His wand was slightly more powerful than your mother's but many will overstate how powerful his wand was. He found his watch far quicker than your mother's but some wands are easier to find than others. You must understand young Mr Potter, the wand picks the wizard. It is never the other way around. The wizard may never pick a wand and make it subservient to him or herself."
Nodding at his explanation he waited for Ollivander to offer him a wand. Hecate had explained the wards in the store wouldn't allow someone to enter under a secret identity. Ollivander would know who was in his store at all times, which was why Hecate, Daphnis and Daphnae didn't enter the store.
Pulling out a wand from a shelf, he made his way towards Hadrian, "Acacia and Phoenix Feather," waving the wand it did nothing, putting it down he noticed, Ollivander's calculating eyes watching him. Immediately running towards the back to pull out another set of boxes, "Oak and Unicorn hair, twelve inches, pliable." Giving it another way the wand caused an explosion to Hadrian's left immediately causing him to throw the wand down and roll himself away standing in a fighting position.
Ollivander took note of this and went for another, "Ebony and Dragon Heartstring. Nine and three-quarter inches. Swishy." Again waving it caused the room to go through another explosion this one seemed more subdued initially but it was followed by multiple explosions.
"Beechwood and Phoenix Feather."
"Red oak and Unicorn Heartstring."
"Aspen and Dragon Heartstring."
Over the last thirty or so minutes Hadrian had tried a wide collection of wands before, Ollivander pulled out an old wand. "Holly and Phoenix Feather. Eleven Inches. Unyielding." Giving it a wave Hadrian's surroundings glowed gold before it turned purple and then white, but as the white faded away it burned Hadrian's hand.
"Surprising…Most curious…" Ollivander muttered to himself.
"Curious, what is curious," Hadrian asked looking towards the aged wandmaker, his eyebrow raised, curiosity building in his eyes.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr Potter. It so happens that the Phoenix whose tail resides in this wand gave another feather. Just one other. It's curious to me that this wand should reject you, but I guess I should've expected it. For it's curious that you don't respond that that wands brother. The user of the wand did many great things. Terrible but great things."
"And who was the owner," Hadrian spoke wanting to confirm his suspicion.
"Oh," he spoke gravely "We don't speak his name, Mr Potter." Ollivanders eyes seemed to be trapped in the past thinking about the horrors of the last war, "After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his followers did many great terrible things."
"But back to the matter in hand," Ollivander spoke clapping his hands and turning around the cold tense atmosphere being dispelled by his instant change in character.
"I wonder," he muttered to himself, pulling out a green and silver box, with stags, moons and archery symbols all over the box. "I truly wonder," making his way back to Hadrian his eyes glowed with excitement, to where he barely recognised the entry of two people, another young person with an older gentleman with a scruffy beard. "A laurel and cypress hybrid. Twelve inches, unyielding in flexibility. The core is believed to contain the hairs of the Ceryneian Hind wrapped around shards of its antlers, gifted to my family back in the early days of wand crafting. Made under the full moon of the Winter Solstice it was foretold that the owner of this wand would see changes to Magical Britain that would shake the foundations of life as we know it."
Taking the wand out, Hadrian could feel eyes watching him with intent, holding onto the wand, a silver glow emanated from the wand, as it felt like home to Hadrian. The smells and the sounds of the forest filled the room, the glow of the moon and the sounds of arrows being discharged from bows, and the godly energy of his mother made itself known to Hadrian, as the glow dimmed and slowly faded into nothingness. Hadrian could feel the radiance of his mother reach out to him still as the wand lay in his hand clutched within his fist.
Looking towards Ollivander, he could see that he looked excited to the nth degree. "What ho, Mr P-" he saw Hadrian subtly nod towards the other two in the room, telling him to keep his identity secret. "As I was saying young man, this wand is going to be strictly loyal to its owner, it will never change it will only answer to you. It will burn those it won't answer to or try to force it to act."
"That will be seventy galleons, five sickles and thirteen knuts, and if you wish to add a holster that will raise the price." Reaching for one allegedly made up of the hide of the Cerbyrus of the underground." Paying for his stuff, he left the store noticing a blonde with icy blue eyes watching him inquisitively and her father watching him with a calculating stare.