VISIONARY ~Draco Malfoy

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3: UNEDITED

Diagon Alley would have seemed like any old, ordinary Highstreet at first glance, with a cobbled street and back to back stores, but then at a second you noticed the things that seemed slightly, off. The first thing I noticed was the people, in particular, the clothes on the people- wizards? Long flowing cloaks and robes, paired with large hats, some of which pointed on end and others that sagged and hung on shoulders. The second thing I noticed was the shop names, Twilfitt and Tatting's, Gringotts- then, what was in the shops. Some were fairly ordinary, the bookstore for example, Flourish and Blotts, was one of them, despite the name being slightly odd and nothing like the 'waterstones' I'm used to. Though once inside the 'potions master guide' and 'how to: muggles' covered books made me rethink.

"You know I just-" my mum sighed, "I think I still have all our old textbooks in a box somewhere, Wesley, we could owl them over tomorrow because I just don't think we can afford all this on a muggle wage." She said to my dad, rubbing her forehead as she glanced down at a list in front of her, "I mean, you know what dumbledores like, I highly doubt the curriculum will have changed that drastically in the last 20 years... right?"

"I suppose not." My dad nodded, "We can always send over more books at a later date when we have more money if not" My mum gave him a sad smile before looking at me.

"Would that be okay?" She asked. The look on her face showed that she was feeling rather guilty about not buying me new books, but in all honesty, I wasn't entirely bothered. Having books that at least looked used might hopefully make me blend in a bit with the rest of my future class that have been at the school for the past four years, well, that's probably until they see me open one and have absolutely no clue how magic even works.

"Saves me cracking the spines." I said shrugging, to which my dad made a half-hearted joke about not even opening half his textbooks and my mum offered me a somewhat sympathetic laugh as we left the bookstore.

"Besides, I think the most important thing you need is a wand! And what better place to get it than Ollivanders!" My dad cheered, drumming on my shoulders as we stopped in front of shop. The store from the outside looked narrow and shabby, the gold letters above the door chipped and peeling away, and the paint of the door was in desperate need of a touch up. I peeked through the glass front, to see that the inside of the store was piled high with masses of long thin boxes, presumably wand boxes.

"I get a wand." I muttered, more to myself but my dad still heard me and chuckled,

"Of course, you'd be rather useless without one." He said, pushing open the door and guiding me inside.

The shop was dimly lit and smelt of wood and dust, almost like an old antique or charity shop like the ones back home. There were more stacked boxes then what were visible through the window, many more, hundreds even, stacked so high they were nearly touching the impossibly high ceiling. The walls were full of boxes too, so many it looked like they were even made of them.

"Good afternoon!" a voice called out, and I turned my attention to the desk to the left of the room, an old, pale man stood behind it, a wide smile on his face. "My, my. If it isn't Wesley Rose and Kirsten Evans. You two haven't been seen around these ends for a long time." He mused, and my mum's cheeks turned pink slightly as she shifted her weight, looking rather uncomfortable. "And who is this?" He asked, turning his attention to me. My dad pushed me forwards, towards the desk.

"This, is our eldest daughter, Elizabeth." He beamed and I smiled awkwardly, the older man staring at me with a puzzled expression. Quirking an eyebrow, he turned his attention back to my dad.