Early in the morning they apparates, this is second time he is visiting Diagon Alley. First time when he visited, he was 5 years old. He is really looking forward to it. It is like dream come true Harry wished he had about eight more eyes. He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, “Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they’re mad.…”
A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium — Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys of about Harry’s age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. “Look,” Harry heard one of them say, “the new Nimbus Two Thousand — fastest ever —” There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels’ eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon.
Harry entered the Diagon alley. Bella was busy talking with a wizard. He quietly slips away. He wanted to visit a Zonko branch, about which Draco was bragging. If he asked his mother, she will definitely decline. He asked direction to a passerby. It is some old wart, which covered her face. “Come sonny, I will take you there.”
After three or more turns, Harry had a nagging suspicion that he is wandering somewhere where he should not. The shops around have become grimmer, folks more unpleasant.Suddenly, his guide disappeared. He found himself in some place definitely dedicated for Dark Arts.
“Lost are you, boy.” A hag asked with a glee.
“no.” Harry answered coolly which he was not feeling.
All strange peoples were slowly closing in. he cringe a step back.
“Leave my son alone.” Bella’s voice boomed somewhere. Before he could understand anything, all the natives surrounding him started to wither on the ground. Their unearthly screams pained Harry ears. Others gave him wide berth, Bella even wider.
“Don’t do that ever again until you are strong enough to wipe of these slimes off.”
“I am sorry. I was searching something.” However, for Harry it is a lesson. He isn’t strong enough to move openly.
He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, “Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they’re mad.…” A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium — Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys of about Harry’s age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. “Look,” Harry heard one of them say, “the new Nimbus Two Thousand — fastest ever —” There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels’ eyes, tottering of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon.
They bought Harry’s schoolbooks in a shop called Flourish and Blotts. Then potion ingredient. At last, white snowy owl from Eeylops Owl Emporium.Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. shop which he was yearning to visit. Having your own wand is like taking a step forward in magical world.It was narrow and shabby for all its fame. A bell tinkled somewhere inside. An old man with pale skin, silvery eyes was standing before them.“Ah yes, Miss Black. I was hoping when you would visit me.” He turned his attention toward Harry, “ready for your wand.”
‘I will wait outside, Harry.” Harry just nods.
“Your mother is a strange case. Her second wand holly and unicorn hair 14 inches is very different from walnut and dragon heartstring, 12 ¾ inches. I say her changes are drastic, but wand chooses the owner.”
“Well Mr. Black. Which is your wand arm?”
“Right.” Harry answered.
“Hold your hand out.” After taking some measurement, he flit though shelves pulling down many boxes.
Harry tried many, but with each wand, he felt like something is missing. However, with each wand Ollivanders screeched more excitingly, “try this one, Beachwood and dragon heartstring, Nine inches, flexible. No … This one…” this continued for half an hour.
“Tricky customer. I have unique wands too. I will need a lock of your hairs.” Harry nods and wince in pain as his hairs are plucked.
Placing the hair in strange silver scales, the wand maker muttered in some strange words. “Strange, very strange, Mr. Black you show inclination towards Holly and phoenix.”He pulls out a most dusty case from most dusty rack.
“I wonder, now. Will it work, 11 inches, holy and phoenix feather, nice and supple.”
Moment Harry griped the wand, sudden warmth started to spread into his arm, hair roots, and whole body. The wand started to shooting sparks as if in excitement.
“Excellent Harry.” Ollivanders congratulate him. Harry too feels relief. He was dreading that they will not be able to find a wand for him.
“Curious... strange… very strange.’ Ollivanders mutters.
“What is so strange?” Harry asked.
“So it happened, Mr. Black, I remember all the wands I have sold. It so happen, the phoenix who gave only one more feather which is in the wand of The Dark Lord.”
“Yes Mr. Black.” Ollivander continued seeing the shocked expression, “16 inches, made of Yew, Extremely formidable in wrong hands.”
Harry stroking his wand in awe as he listened aptly, “this wand resisted everyone, even injured a child. It will not choose you, unless.” Ollivander’s eyes flickers. “You are related to you-know-who.” His eyes does and upward flick towards the scar which has become visible.( it only becomes visible when he use magic).
“Mr. Potter, I should have known. Dumbledore’s cryptic remark about Spare wand, really.”
“Mr. Ollivander. You are…” Harry tried to say.
“Your secret is safe with me.”
Harry nods, deciding to trust the man. He pays 10 galleons for his wand and exit. His mother is waiting for him with a snowy owl.
“This is your gift for admittance into Hogwart.”
“Thanks … mom.” Seeing his own owls felt like finality, like taking a big step into a dangerous world that worshiped or tried to kill Harry Potter. Bella side along apparated harry to house before leaving for her work.
Harry was packing his stuff in two compartmental trunks. Robes, clothing, and socks, books, and quills, parchment: and other normal stuff in upper compartment. In his, second compartment which can be opened only by his key, he placed all his prized possession. His invisibility clock, which Dumbledore had presented many eons before, many sensitive books about dark arts, and especially nasty one, he had stolen from his mother library, Curses that cut.
His owl Hedwig was busy displaying her wings in majestic drill. Tomorrow is 1st September. Day he will ride the Hogwart Express.
At five o clock, he wakes up, too early and too excited to sleep. He rechecked his Hogwart list. He wears muggle clothing because he is more comfortable in them.By10 he is dressed, packed and loaded into a taxi advance booked by his mother. They reached King Cross in 10 mins. All this time, though harry was fidgeting with excitement, Bella is silent brooding. They load his trunk and Hedwig on a trolley push it until they reach platform 9.“Harry,” his mother speaks at last. “I have very important mission. It will take many months to complete. I won’t be able to meet you or write you letters.”His mother is different from others. She did not cuddle him, made and force-fed tasty food or sing lullaby on lonely night. However, place her soul on thin wire to save and protect him: the chosen one.
“Okay mum.” Harry nodded.
Bella hugged him for the last time before disappearing.
He pushed his trolley through the barrier. A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform sparsely populated with people as he had come an hour early. A sign overhead said Hogwarts’ Express, eleven o’clock.
He perused through the compartment, at last finding the one, which suited his taste. Others were slightly packed and noisy. First, he shovels the cage, and then tries to lift the trunk. But, it is too heavy. He taps the trunk slightly with his wand and mutters: “SHRINK.” The trunk shrinks to size that of a brief case. He chooses himself a window side seat.
He removes his book, “Goblin War, Wizard Mistake.” “In 1729, the goblin of Sevaar clan asked the Wizengamot for the right to persecute wizard Antony Goldeistein for use of unforgivable on three Goblins and blinding of a Goblin by use of “Lumina Maximum,” spell. The charges for unforgivable were dropped as Wizengamot agreed to defense plea that charges cannot be proved (PRIORI INCANTATEM didn’t showed use of unforgivable, veritaserum and truth glare don’t work on goblin),Antony found guilty of one charge is sentenced a two-month in Azkaban and 500-galleon fine.Four month after Antony killed a goblin in rage, which caused one of the bloodier rebellions, ‘Sevaar Rebellion’.Harry kept on reading, jolting down imp points, spells and unheard words. When the chapter finished he closed the book. He closes his eyes to ruminate the facts. Acc to book most causes of rebellion were wizard made or caused due to wizard’s interference. This phenomenon holds true to almost all fact except, ‘the King rebellion’ which could have prevented if wizards would have interfered.
His work is to submit a report to Dumbledore after reading.
Station is packed with parents who were talking and children screaming. Through the window, he spots Draco with two cronies. Harry waves at them, but Draco tactfully ignores him.
Whistle blows, the compartment door slide open. A round face boy enters, pulling a trunk with one hand while other hand held a frog. One look was enough to know Gryffindor through and through. His mother had warned him, remain on guard with a Gryffindor who knows when he is pull into their nonsense
“Is the place free here?”
Harry nods as he opens ‘Beginner guide to transfiguration’
“My name is Neville Longbottom. This is my pet Trevor.”
“Harry Black, Hedwig.” Harry replied tartly trying to stifle further conversation.
However, the boy did not seem to get the signal.
He kept on talking asking very stupid question and telling him about his grandmother, who is very formidable, Longbottom manor (one of the oldest manor in standing) and his pet Trevor. Harry was just half-listening to all grovel. But, for some reason he found himself warming towards the boy. So, this is the Gryffindor non-sense. Harry smiled forlornly. The boy (eating chocolate frog after offering, but Harry ignored) in front of him is leading such a normal life. He could find friends without any risk. Visit any place he wants. Reach out for new peoples.
The trolley lady comes with load full of sweets. Liquor wands, Bertie Blotts every flavor beans, chocolate frogs. He wanted too but could not buy, as he has warning not to buy anything. Harry eats his lunch packed by Bethy. Neville buy many more sweets to binge. He offers them once more but Harry ignores it. He knew the boy has affected him by his purity and innocence .Never has he been treated so freely. The door opens and three people enter. Harry spots Draco in the center. The other two were mean looking thugs.
“So this is the famous Emphatic Longbottom.” Neville nods. Harry feels a little uncomfortable. Bad air between Malfoys and Longbottoms is well known.
“Draco get your stupid head out of here.” Harry whispered coldly pulling his wand.
“You are bullying me.” Draco drawled trying to copy his father.
“Yes, I Am.” Harry speaks intently letting sparks fly out of his wand. Both thugs just blinked stupidly.
One, a little dumber thought to scare Harry with his size by approaching menacingly, but he yells rather pitifully. Harry just used a stinging hex on him. “I can do much more than that.” Harry challenged softly.
Trio just scampers off.
Suddenly Harry hears hurried footsteps; a girl with bushy hair enters “What is going on here?” she asks with rather accusing tone.
“Nothing had a small fight.”
“Wow u are really so cool.” Neville say beamingly.
Harry felt him stomach warming. Why is the person affecting him? Only praise from Dumbledore or his mother made him feel so proud.
“Better change your clothes, we are nearly there.” She spoke in rather disapproving tone, one that mothers use when their child does something wrong.
“Would you mind leaving us?”
“Whatever. I came here only because people outside are behaving childishly.”
Harry curls a smile. He knew what she is trying to say.
Too soon, they were in great hall waiting for sorting.
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