Actual, real writer me: I know, two chapters in one day. My secret is that some of these chapters have been sitting in Word for months/weeks. Also, this is the first chapter I think I even mention what point of view I'm writing in. I also introduce Asher... if you haven't read my profile yet, please do, he is briefly mentioned and it shows some information about Zina and Asher's past (although, to them at the moment, it seems like the first time they've ever met).
Strongest AnythingGood Princess Self: Zina (the inter-multiversal traveler) just invited me to her pocket dimension for dinner, what do you mean she doesn't know about Asher?
Actual, real writer me: In the story, Zina. (Aside to the readers) That is really weird to type up.
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On their way into the wizarding hangout spot, many people were shocked to see Harry and Zina. They seemed ecstatic to touch the hands of The Boy Who Lived and his sister. Hagrid had, during his time at the shack explained to them how they were famous and how their parents had died. How Voldemort had failed to kidnap Zina and kill Harry. Surprisingly, he hadn't let on to why He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named wanted Zina.
While they were in there, they met Professor Quirrell, who was to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Zina found it slightly alarming that his name sounded like quarrel, but her mind was put at ease when she heard the shy, jumpy man stutter.
Outside the back of the inn/restaurant, Hagrid tapped on the brick wall. It became an archway, tall enough for even Hagrid to pass under. It led to Diagon Alley.
"Now, the first order of business is to get you two your money," Hagrid told them. "Then we can go shopping for school supplies.
They went to Gringotts. Run by goblins, you didn't want to rob this place. The disapproving glare Hagrid received while searching for his charges' keys was a death glare. Lucky that no one actually died.
On the ride, the Potter "twins" found Hagrid not to be a rollercoaster person. And the cart was much like a rollercoaster. Zina almost shouted out her pure happiness, while Harry was mostly bewildered. Hagrid just kept his mouth shut, looking green.
Harry's vault was impressive. Zina couldn't believe it- and she also had a vault to herself! Her own vault was just as full as Harry's, but one key feature made it different. On a pedestal in the middle of the room was a small, wooden jewelry box. Clamped into it and sticking out was a note.
Ignoring her piles of gold and silver, Zina opened the box and read the note. It was heartfelt and explained that the other thing in the box had been put away to be an 11th birthday gift. Underneath the note was an oddly familiar bracelet. Happy birthday… thought Zina, pulling it out and putting it on.
Zina then proceeded to grab out the other necessary valuables from her vault. A small purse full of Galleons was probably a bit much, but she had heaps to spare, so she took it anyways.
Then they headed to vault 713, because Hagrid had another errand to run than taking the Potter children from the Dursleys. Deeper was that vault, probably guarded by a dragon. Very important Hogwarts business.
Then they left, confirming to Zina once again that Hagrid was not a rollercoaster person.
Once outside, Hagrid was still looking like he had eaten a turd, making Zina assume that he would be heading back to the Leaky Cauldron for "the usual".
Thus the "twins" headed to Madam Milkins alone. Madam was very busy; a couple of boys being fitted for their robes in the back of the shop.
One of the boys was blizzard-cold, pale, and blank. The other was a bit of a clown, imitating the blizzard boy in an immature way. Their hair was opposite each other. Blizzard boy's hair was white-blond, while the other boy's hair was brown, nearly black. The same as Zina's.
When they noticed the "twins", they also behaved oppositely. The blond rolled his eyes at the strangers, while the dark-haired boy started jumping up and down excitedly, making the poor seamstress work harder (the one that was attending him. Madam was busy measuring Zina).
All the way through their time there, Zina only paid attention to the clown-y boy, who was making dramatic gesture imitations of the blond. Harry, however, dealt with the dull words coming from the pale boy's mouth.
Suddenly the pale boy seemed capable of an emotion (shock), and exclaimed "I say, look at that man!" He was pointing his pale finger at Hagrid, who was standing outside with ice cream. Clearly, he felt much better.
Because they weren't done being fitted yet, Harry had to endure more of the uncomfortable conversation with the pale boy. Sir blond asked Harry his name, but before Mr. Sour Doughnut could get his answer, Zina and Harry were done and out.
The twins were quiet while eating their ice-cream (Harry's was a chocolate raspberry with nuts, Zina's a vanilla-bean and orange, also with nuts). Zina only half paid attention to Harry's conversation with Hagrid, too absorbed in the magical happenings around her and her ice cream.
They got done with their ice cream and continued to fill their lists. Hagrid had to drag the duo away from some interesting things that they didn't need, while other shops Harry and Zina found the need to entertain themselves.
Checking the list once again, Hagrid said, "Just yer wands left- oh yeah, an' I still haven't got yeh a birthday present."
"You don't have to-" Harry said.
"I know! I'll get yeh an animal. An owl 'ould be nice- their dead useful, carryin' yer mail and everythin'."
"To me, the ice-cream was enough of a present," Zina argued. "Besides, something tells me I shouldn't get a pet."
"Okay, if that's what yeh want. But I am goin' to get Harry an owl." Hagrid said, firmly.
After leaving Eyelops Owl Emporium (with Harry's beautiful snowy owl), Harry couldn't express how grateful he was.
"Don' mention it. Don' think you've had a lotta presents from them Dursleys," Hagrid said. "Zina, yeh sure you don't want an animal?"
"No, thanks," Zina replied. "Besides, I'm not great at remembering to take care of animals."
With that, they headed off to Olivander's.
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Zina 1st person POV (chaotic)
Olivander's is weird. Even weirder is Mr. Olivander. He kept referring to people by their wands. And apparently is mad at Hagrid. Their conversation went a little like this:
Mr. Olivander: "Hey! Rubeus Hagrid! Nice to see you again!" *talks about Hagrid's wand*
Hagrid: *agrees that is his wand*
Mr. Olivander: (paraphrased) "but they broke it when you got expelled"
Hagrid: (paraphrased) "yeah, but I kept ALL the pieces" *shifts around nervously*
Mr. Olivander: "But you don't use them?"
Hagrid: "Oh no, sir!" *backs up defensively*
Mr. Olivander: *obviously thinking (I could see it on his face)* you sus *moves on to the children*
And that was that.
The wand choosing process (where the wand chooses the wizard/witch), is almost random seeming. Mr. Olivander hands you a wand, watches you for something you don't know, takes the wand away, interpreters the thing you don't know that he was watching you for, brings you a different wand, and repeats the process until the wand does some sort of OK magic and that's your wand now.
And our wands seemed unusual as well. Harry's wand was the one that's feather CAME FROM THE SAME PHEONIX AS VOLDEMORT'S WAND! Why?!
And not to mention my wand. Usually, Mr. Olivander uses one of three cores and a common wand-making wood. Not with mine. Lilac wood and a coRE HE FOUND IN HIS HAND AND DOESN'T KNOW WHAT IS. WHY ARE WE SO WEIRD!
And that was contentious. (I think I spelled that correctly)
And also he made mine shortly after I was born, so… that's ominous. (and lilac is supposed to be a bush-tree). At least he enjoyed his job.
And then, finally, we left his shop.
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After that, Hagrid still needed some help getting around the Muggle world. We got burgers! *happiness face* I spaced out a bit (my burger had bacon!), and Harry kept to himself for a while. Then Harry sounded worried. But Hagrid reassured him, so I think we'll be fine.
We took the train back to the Dursleys'.
I just realized I need to tell you something. I update spontaneously, and won't have access to a computer that can get on this website for a while. Probably months.
Also, I would love for you to review. Although I don't have the ability to update from my phone, I do have the ability to read the comments. This also applies to my other stories.
As for the dialogue Author's Note I wrote literally moments ago... I may or may not use that again.
For Zina's wand... I looked up wand stuff, and basically decided I didn't know how to judge myself (or extensions of myself that exist as characters) so I picked things that weren't on the list. Zina's wand's core is actually a string given a part of her magic. She made it, and Department X collected it. Lilac wood I also compare to vine, in the fact that Zina and most of the wizarding world don't know what power she has, consciously at least.