It was a warm summer's day in June. A light breeze swept in the air as an owl's wings beat against it. In it's talon's it held two yellow stained letters. It's destination was a small manor house in the distance that seemed to be drawing ever close with each flap of it's wings.
As the manor drew ever closer the owl released the letters from it's talons to shoot down the chimney before gliding out of a fireplace and into the lap of someone sat in a chair.
A pair of wrinkled hands reached down to pick up the letters from their lap as they turned them over to read the names upon them. The owner of these hands was an elderly woman with a drawn look upon her face.
"So it is that time..." She said to herself quietly. She then turned her head towards a door. "Atticus! Y/n!" She called out loudly.
A few moments later two young boys each with brown hair entered the room.
"Yes Grandmother?" Y/n asked.
"You both have letters." She told the boys.
"More birthday cards is it?" Atticus asked rolling his eyes as he took the letter addressed to him now.
Y/n was more polite and curious however as he took his own letter.
Both Y/n and Atticus looked at their letters and turned them over to open them. Sat on the envelope opening was a red wax crest that both boys immediately recognised as the symbol for the wizarding school known as Hogwarts.
With much delight both boys opened their letters now and took them out.
"We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress." Atticus read out loud.
Y/n looked at his letter now to see it said the same thing. Y/n smiled with excitement, ever since he had been young it had been his dream to be a wizard. He unfolded a second piece of paper in the envelope now and began to read it.
'HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM:
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' 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 Beginners' 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 set
1 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'
"We will need to go to Diagon alley for all of this." Y/n said as he began to read over the letter again with a smile.
"You are correct Y/n." His Grandmother nodded. "We shall go at the end of next month, that is when I'm next able to get time too."
"Can't we just go ourselves?" Atticus asked.
"Most certainly not." Their Grandmother was quick to reply.
It was the end of July now and walking in London was giant of a man, His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair. This Half Giant was known as Hagrid.
Walking besides him was a small and skinny boy with untidy Jet black hair and a pair of spectacles that sat upon his nose in front of a pair of green eyes.
"This is it." The large half giant named Hagrid said, coming to a halt. "The Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place." He told the young boy known as Harry Potter stood beside him.
It was a tiny, grubby-looking pub. If Hagrid hadn't pointed it out, Harry wouldn't have noticed it was there. The people hurrying by didn't glance at it. Their eyes slid from the big book shop on one side to the record shop on the other as if they couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron at all. In fact, Harry had the most peculiar feeling that only he and Hagrid could see it. Before he could mention this, Hagrid had steered him inside.
For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut. The low buzz of chatter stopped when they walked in. Everyone seemed to know Hagrid, they waved and smiled at him, and the bartender reached for a glass, saying. "The usual, Hagrid?"
"Can't Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business." said Hagrid, clapping his great hand on Harry's shoulder and making Harry's knees buckle.
"Good Lord." said the bartender, peering at Harry. "Is this...can this be..."
The Leaky Cauldron had suddenly gone completely still and silent.
"Bless my soul." whispered the old bartender. "Harry Potter...what an honor." He hurried out from behind the bar, rushed toward Harry and seized his hand, tears in his eyes. "Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back."
Harry didn't know what to say. Everyone was looking at him. The old woman with the pipe was puffing on it without realizing it had gone out. Hagrid was beaming.
Then there was a great scraping of chairs and the next moment, Harry found himself shaking hands with everyone in the Leaky Cauldron.
"Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter, can't believe I'm meeting you at last."
"So proud, Mr. Potter, I'm just so proud."
"Always wanted to shake your hand... I'm all of a flutter."
"Delighted, Mr. Potter, just can't tell you, Diggle's the name, Dedalus Diggle."
"I've seen you before!" said Harry, as Dedalus Diggle's top hat fell off in his excitement. "You bowed to me once in a shop."
"He remembers!" cried Dedalus Diggle, looking around at everyone. "Did you hear that? He remembers me!" Harry shook hands again and again Doris Crockford kept coming back for more.
A pale young man made his way forward, very nervously. One of his eyes was twitching.
"Professor Quirrell!" said Hagrid recognising the man. "Harry, Professor Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts."
"P...P...Potter," stammered Professor Quirrell, grasping Harry's hand. "C...can't t...tell you how p...pleased I am to meet you."
"What sort of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked.
"D...Defense Against the D...D...Dark Arts." muttered Professor Quirrell, as though he'd rather not think about it. "N...not that you n...need it, eh, P...P...Potter?" He laughed nervously. "You'll be g...getting all your equipment, I suppose? I've g...got to p...pick up a new b...book on vampires, m...myself." He looked terrified at the very thought.
But the others wouldn't let Professor Quirrell keep Harry to himself. It took almost ten minutes to get away from them all. At last, Hagrid managed to make himself heard over the babble. "Must get on...lots ter buy. Come on, Harry."
Doris Crockford shook Harry's hand one last time, and Hagrid led them through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds.
Hagrid grinned at Harry.
"Told yeh, didn't I? Told yeh you was famous. Even Professor Quirrell was tremblin' ter meet yeh...mind you, he's usually tremblin."
"Is he always that nervous?"
"Oh, yeah. Poor bloke. Brilliant mind. He was fine while he was studyin' outta books but then he took a year off ter get some firsthand experience...They say he met vampires in the Black Forest, and there was a nasty bit o' trouble with a hag... never been the same since. Scared of the students, scared of his own subject...now, where's me umbrella?"
Vampires? Hags? Harry's head was swimming. Hagrid, meanwhile, was counting bricks in the wall above the trash can.
"Three up. . . two across. . . " he muttered. "Right, stand back, Harry. "
He tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella.
The brick he had touched quivered, it wriggled, in the middle, a small hole appeared and it grew wider and wider... a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.
"Welcome." said Hagrid. "To Diagon Alley."
He grinned at Harry's amazement. They stepped through the archway. Harry looked quickly over his shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly back into solid wall.
The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons of all sizes... Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver, Self-Stirring, Collapsible. said a sign hanging over them.
"Yeah, you'll be needin' one." said Hagrid. "But we gotta get yer money first."
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's thoughts were interrupted when a boy accidently bumped into him.
"Sorry!" The boy called out but continued to walk forward as the busy crowds gave him no time to stop.
Harry turned to try and see who had bumped into him but the person had disappeared into the large crowd.
"Never mind Arry at least they pologized. Some wizards don't even bother. Now we best be aff to Gringotts." Hagrid said as he led Harry away.
Y/n felt bad for having bumped into someone and not being able to apologize to them properly but he knew his chances of ever finding and that person again were practically impossible. He simply shook his head and decided to let it be.
He took out the list of items he needed to obtain with several of them having being ticked off.
'Still need a Cat or an Owl...' He thought to himself immediately dismissing the idea of getting a toad. 'And finally a wand.' Y/n then thought but he had wanted to save that for last as it had been what he was most excited for.
He walked through the crowds now and stopped outside a shop with cages that sat outside of it. He looked up to the shops sign that read ' The Magical Menagerie.' Y/n looked in the window now to see some owls.
'I guess I could get my pet now.' He though to himself as he began to walk towards the shop's steps.
As Y/n entered the shop his ears were filled with the sounds of animals that either shrieked, croaked, cooed or meowed. He could also hear the sounds of his soon to be fellow students fawning over animals or proudly showing them off to their parents.
Y/n walked into the shop as he saw a lot sorts of creatures. He was even certain he had seen a tarantula at one point but thought his eyes must have been playing tricks on him.
He saw most of the students were crowded around looking at owls of all sorts of colours. Y/n looked at them and could see why most students would want an owl, they were certainly handy to have when it came to delivering mail but the more he thought about it the more he realised he did not have anyone to write mail too other than his grandmother who would always be able to send an owl to him if she needed.
Y/n's eyes strayed towards a lonely corner of the shop with some of the quieter animals instead.
"But Mommy it looks lonely." He heard a kid say.
"No dear it's far too scrawny, Let's go look at the owls again. They're a much better choice." He heard one of the parents say and shoo their kid away now.
Curiosity got the better of Y/n and after a few moments of waiting he moved to see what they had been talking about.
Sat in a large wicker basket alone was a lonely small scrawny black kitten. Y/n couldn't help but feel sorry for it as he looked down at it.
"Would you like to hold her dear?" A voice suddenly asked from behind Y/n making him jump and he turned to see the store's shopkeeper stood behind him. She was a middle aged woman with black hair that had greyed at the sides. Upon her nose sat a pair of spectacles.
"Huh? O...Oh yes please. Is that alright?" Y/n asked answering her question now.
"Of course dear. Most people have immediately disregarded little Noctis here leaving her all alone." The woman said sounding sad. "But I refuse to give up on her!" She continued as she took out her wand and summoned a stool for Y/n. "Now sit down and I'll put her down gently in your lap."
Y/n sat on the stool now with his legs together to create a pillow of sorts in his lap. The shopkeeper carefully lifted Noctis who let out a quiet meow. She then placed the small kitten on Y/n's lap. Y/n had to look down to be sure that the kitten had been placed in his lap at all, she weighed that little.
The small kitten pawed around on Y/n's legs as it carefully tired to find it's balance. It ended up toppling over though and falling in his lap as it let out a tired meow.
Y/n began to use the back of his hand to carefully stroke the little kitten in his lap now. "You just need some love and affection. Maybe a little food too." Y/n smiled as Noctis began to purr in his lap desperate for attention and warmth.
"Ahh!" The shop keeper suddenly exclaimed getting Y/n's attention. "That's the first time she's purred since her brothers and sisters left." She explained.
"How much is she?" Y/n asked having made up his mind now.
"She was supposed to cost 7 Galleons... But I'll tell you what I'll sell her for six and include some items to help her along. I'm ever so desperate to find her a good home." The shopkeeper tries to persuade him.
"I willl pay the full Seven." Y/n says stroking Noctis's ear now. "You have clearly looked out for her as much as you can and I would feel like I'm taking advantage of you otherwise. The extra things and a small book on how to keep her would be gladly appreciated though."
The Shopkeeper just smiled. "I knew you would find a good home Noctis."
After collecting some money from his parents vault in Gringotts Harry entered a shop to buy his robes. Inside he could see the stores owner as she Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.
"Hogwarts, dear?" she said, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here ..another two young men being fitted up just now, in fact."
In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. On the other side of him in conversation with the boy with Brown hair and silver eye on his left side.
Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to the first boy and slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.
"Hello." said the first boy getting Harry's attention. "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes,. said Harry.
"Us too." The first boy said pointing to himself and the boy stood next to him. "My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands." said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to took at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."
Harry was strongly reminded of Dudley.
"Have you got your own broom?" The boy went on.
"No." said Harry.
"Do you even play Quidditch?" The second boy asks.
"No." Harry said again, wondering what on earth Quidditch could be.
"I do." The first boy says proudly. "Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"
"No." said Harry, feeling more stupid by the minute.
"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been...imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"
"I most certainly would. What a disgraceful thought..." The second boy says with disdain in his voice.
"Well said Atticus." The first boy says in agreement.
"Mmm." said Harry, wishing he could say something a bit more interesting.
"I say, look at that man!" said the boy suddenly, nodding toward the front window. Hagrid was standing there, grinning at Harry and pointing at two large ice creams to show he couldn't come in.
"That's Hagrid." said Harry, pleased to know something the boy didn't. "He works at Hogwarts. "
"Oh." said the boy, "I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant, isn't he?"
"He's the gamekeeper." said Harry. He was liking the boy less and less every second.
"A Gameskeeper? How very...philistine." The boy known as Atticus commented.
"Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage... lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed."
"I think he's brilliant," said Harry coldly.
"Do you?" said the boy, with a slight sneer. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"
"They're dead." said Harry shortly. He didn't feel much like going into the matter with this boy.
"Oh, sorry." said the other, not sounding sorry at all. "But they were our kind, weren't they?"
"They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean." Harry replied.
"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?"
But before Harry could answer, Madam Malkin said. "That's you done, my dear." and Harry, not sorry for an excuse to stop talking to the boys, hopped down from the footstool.
"Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose." said the drawling boy.
Harry was rather quiet as he ate the ice cream Hagrid had bought him, chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts.
"What's up?" said Hagrid.
"Nothing." Harry lied. They stopped to buy parchment and quills. Harry cheered up a bit when he found a bottle of ink that changed color as you wrote. When they had left the shop, he said, "Hagrid, what's Quidditch?"
"Blimey, Harry, I keep forgettin' how little yeh know...not knowin' about Quidditch!"
"Don't make me feel worse," said Harry. He told Hagrid about the pale boy in Madam Malkin's.
"...and he said people from Muggle families shouldn't even be allowed in..."
"Yer not from a Muggle family. If he'd known who yeh were...he's grown up knowin' yer name if his parents are wizardin' folk. You saw what everyone in the Leaky Cauldron was like when they saw yeh. Anyway, what does he know about it, some o' the best I ever saw were the only ones with magic in 'em in a long line o' Muggles...look at yer mum! Look what she had fer a sister!"
"So what is Quidditch?"
"It's our sport. Wizard sport. It's like...like football in the Muggle world...everyone follows Quidditch, played up in the air on broomsticks and there's four balls...sorta hard ter explain the rules. "
"And what are Slytherin and Hufflepuff?"
"School houses. There's four. Everyone says Hufflepuff are a lot o' duffers, but..."
"I bet I'm in Hufflepuff." said Harry gloomily.
"Better Hufflepuff than Slytherin." said Hagrid darkly. "There's not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin. You-Know-Who was one."
"Vol..." Harry started but stopped himself when he saw Hagrid's face. "Sorry...You-Know-Who was at Hogwarts?"
"Years an' years ago." said Hagrid.
They bought Harry's school books in a shop called Flourish and Blotts where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk, books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all. Even Dudley, who never read anything, would have been wild to get his hands on some of these. Hagrid almost had to drag Harry away from Curses and Countercurses (Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue-Tying and Much, Much More) by Professor Vindictus Viridian.
"I was trying to find out how to curse Dudley. "
"I'm not sayin' that's not a good idea, but yer not ter use magic in the Muggle world except in very special circumstances," said Hagrid. "An' anyway, yeh couldn' work any of them curses yet, yeh'll need a lot more study before yeh get ter that level. "
Hagrid wouldn't let Harry buy a solid gold cauldron, either ("It says pewter on yer list"), but they got a nice set of scales for weighing potion ingredients and a collapsible brass telescope. Then they visited the Apothecary, which was fascinating enough to make up for its horrible smell, a mixture of bad eggs and rotted cabbages. Barrels of slimy stuff stood on the floor; jars of herbs, dried roots, and bright powders lined the walls; bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and snarled claws hung from the ceiling. While Hagrid asked the man behind the counter for a supply of some basic potion ingredients for Harry, Harry himself examined silver unicorn horns at twenty-one Galleons each and minuscule, glittery-black beetle eyes (five Knuts a scoop).
Outside the Apothecary, Hagrid checked Harry's list again.
"Just yer wand left...A yeah, an' I still haven't got yeh a birthday present."
Harry felt himself go red.
"You don't have to..."
"I know I don't have to. Tell yeh what, I'll get yer animal. Not a toad, toads went outta fashion years ago, yeh'd be laughed at -- an' I don' like cats, they make me sneeze. I'll get yer an owl. All the kids want owls, they're dead useful, carry yer mail an' everythin'."
Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, which had been dark and full of rustling and flickering, jewel-bright eyes. Harry now carried a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wing. He couldn't stop stammering his thanks, sounding just like Professor Quirrell.
"Don' mention it." said Hagrid gruffly. "Don' expect you've had a lotta presents from them Dursleys. Just Ollivanders left now...only place fer wands, Ollivanders, and yeh gotta have the best wand."
A magic wand...this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.
The shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B. C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.
A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair. Y/n looked around as he wandered if he had walked into the right store. As he he looked he could see thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of his neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.
"Good afternoon," A soft voice then suddenly called out getting Y/n's attention. He turned his head to see an old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
"Hello." said Y/n awkwardly.
"Ah yes." said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon after your having just given your brother his first wand. " It wasn't a question. "You both have your distinctive eyes."
"You mean one's like his..." Y/n says as he covers one of his eyes with his hair.
Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Y/n. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy.
"Your brother was chosen by his wand earlier, Ebony, Dragon heartstring, 12 inches and flexible. He seemed very pleased with it but it is the wand that chooses the wizard, of course." The man says.
"So they say..." Y/n says idly unsure what else to say.
"Hmmm," said Mr. Ollivander, giving Y/n a piercing look. "Well, now. Let me see. " He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"
"I'm right handed," said Y/n.
"Hold out your arm." Mr Ollivander instructed and Y/n did so. "That's it. " He measured Y/n from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."
Y/n soon realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between his eyes, was doing this on its own as Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.
"Let's start the same as your brother shall we?" he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then. Try this one. Ebony and dragon heartstring. Ten inches. Nice and flexible. just take it and give it a wave."
Y/n took the wand and waved it once, A glass on the counter immediately shattered and Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.
"Perhaps not..." Ollivander says as he returned to the boxes.
"No matter let's try another." Mr Ollivander said as he fetched another box. "Walnut, 11 inches with Unicorn hair nice and firm. He held out the box to Y/n who took the wand from it. But as soon as he touched it, it was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.
"No, no I guess not..." Mr Ollivander hummed in thought. "Here, Blackthorn and Phoenix feather , nine and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."
Y/n tried again but he had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.
"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere... thought I must say no core seems to have favoured you... I wonder, now ...yes, why not... " Mr Ollivander said to himself as Y/n watched the man head to a set of old looking drawers. He opened them up and took out a single wand box covered in dust. Ollivander blew the dust off and took the lid off the box opening it up to look at the want for a moment. He then turned to Y/n and held out the box to him.
As soon as Y/n's fingers touched the wood of the wand he felt warmth fill his body. He raised the wand out of his box now as it a single minutiae firework shot out the end and exploded.
"Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well. . . how curious. . . how very curious. . . " Mr. Ollivander cried as he put Y/n's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, "Curious. . . curious. . .
Y/n looked at Ollivander confused. "I'm sorry sir but what is curious?"
Mr. Ollivander turned to Y/n with his pale stare.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold. Every single wand. It so happens that this wand is unlike any other wand I have ever made. With most wands there are the three common cores. Unicorn hair, Dragon heartstrings and the Phoenix tail feathers. Your wand however contains the core of a mane hair from a Thestral...curious creatures thestrals."
Y/n looked at the wand now.
"Yes, 9 inches. Yew with a Thestral hair as the core. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember. . . I think we must expect interesting things from you, Mr..."
"Why is the wand core different?" Y/n interrupted curiously..
Mr Ollivander smiled a little. "Even old men like myself had younger days were they wanted to make something unique. It was made with just a theory in mind and as years passed I gave up on the idea of it being possible for a witch or wizard to use it...Until now of course."
Y/n nodded and thanked Mr Ollivander as he paid seven gold Galleons for his wand, and Mr. Ollivander bowed to him as Y/n left his shop. "Curious..."
The door to Olivander's shop opened again not a few moments later as spectacled boy with a lighting bolt scar walked in.