Chapter 3 Raised Differently

Within seconds he found the joke book and grabbed it. As he was about to turn around, he bumped into someone and both fell on the ground. Harry rubbed his forehead and saw a blonde girl with blue eyes doing the same. He quickly stood up and helped the girl up and picked up their books.

'Sorry, are you okay?' he asked after handing her books.

'Sure, and you?'

'It is well. What's your name?' he asked.

'Daphne Greengrass. And you?' she replied.

'Harry Potter, at your service.'

Daphne smiled and said softly: 'It's an honour to meet you. Are u here with your family?'

'That's right. My cousin went to get robes while my youngest cousin my aunt get our supplies', Harry replied. 'Me and my uncle have to get the books. We would all get wands together.'

'I'm with my sister and mother, my father couldn't come because he was too busy with work', Daphne said before biting her lip. 'Um I don't want to sound like a fan or anything, but is it true that you're already a master duellist?'

'No, absolutely not', said Harry. 'If you referring to those crappy books about me; don't believe them. They are all false statements. The money they got from selling them was going to be sent to my vault, but I thought it would be best to give the money to hospitals.'

'How noble of you. I think you'll be sorted into Gryffindor', Daphne said.

Harry laughed. 'No, my niece would be Gryffindor. I lost count of the countless times she did a dangerous Quidditch stunt or went to the woods alone without telling uncle Alex and aunt Petunia. And my other niece, Flori, will probably join Hufflepuff next year. She prefers to deal with flowers she always tell the truth.'

Daphne grinned. 'Is that right? Then which house do you think you'll be sorted into?'

'Ravenclaw or Slytherin', Harry replied. 'And you?'

'Slytherin too', Daphne said before hearing her name. 'I'll see you in the train. See you then, Harry.'

Harry waved and saw his uncle. He walked towards to him. Together left the bookstore and went to the wand shop where the rest were waiting.

'About time', said Flori, played with her red hair.

'So impatient, dear niece', Harry said before opening the door. The three children looked around and saw thousands of narrow boxes neatly stacked up to the ceiling.

'Good afternoon, children.'

The children were startled and looked to their right to see an old man holding onto a ladder. His big pale eyes shone like moons through the store.

'I thought I'd see you soon. Harry and Eleanor Potter. And of course little Flori. You're going to Hogwarts next year, right?'

'Yes', Flori replied shyly.

'Well, who's going first?' Ollivander looked from Harry to Eleanor.

'I will go.' Eleanor took a step forward.

'Good', Ollivander said, pulling out a measuring tape. 'What's your wand arm?'

'I'm left-handed.'

'Extend your arm.' Ollivander measured Eleanor from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor and then around her head. Ollivander nodded a few times and then brought down a few boxes.

'Try this one. Twenty-three inches, mahogany and dragon heart, sturdy and quite flexible, great with protective and offensive spells. Wave it.'

Eleanor picked the dark brown and waved it. For a moment nothing happened, but then the wand let out a stream of bright blue and silver sparks.

Olivander clapped and said happily: 'Yes, well done. Well done, child. Who's next?'

After the sixth wand, Harry had felt like he would never get a wand, but Ollivander didn't give up. He kept coming back with a few more wands.

'Twenty-one centimetres, maple and phoenix feather.'

Nothing…

'No, not that one. How about this one? Thirty-two inches, ebony and unicorn hair.'

Nothing again…

'Difficult customizer', Ollivander said with a smile. 'But don't worry, we'll find the perfect wand. I wonder-Yes! Why not? My great-great-grandfather still made these for a very special wizard. Thirty-one centimetres of elder wood and basilisk corner tooth. Pretty sturdy. Wave it.'

Harry took the wand and felt a sudden warmth feeling in his fingers. The wand emitted a red and green spark of rain.

Ollivander called out: 'Bravo! Well done! Let's see, let's see, that will be twenty galleons.'