Your P.O.V.
"Hagrid, what is this place?"
"This, (y/n), is Diagon Alley," the giant answers.
"Whoa."
We walk through the crowded street and enter a small shop called "Olivander's". A man—presumably Olivander—comes from the back of the shop and smiles at me.
"Ah, Miss B—"
Hagrid gives him a look and mouths something. Is it... Roberts?
"Miss Roberts. I've been expecting you."
"Really?" I ask in astonishment.
"Why, yes. You do need a wand, of course."
"Er— right."
Olivander studies me then turns to the shelves of boxes. He scans for something then grabs a box. "Let's try this. Holly, unicorn hair, 12 inches, surprisingly swishy."
What does that mean?
I take the wand from him and give it a wave. All the lightbulbs in the shop explode and I shriek.
"Oh dear. That won't do." Olivander snatches the wand and grabs a different box. "Here. Rowan wood, dragon heartstring, 15¼ inches, unyielding."
I point my wand at a plant and it withers on the spot.
"No, not that one either." I hand the wand back and he sees the mark on my neck. His eyes widen in surprise.
"The scar?" I ask. "I got that when I was little. Car crash."
"I see," he replies. "I wonder..."
Olivander looks through the boxes until her finds the one he wants.
"Willow wood, phoenix feather core, 15 inches, reasonably bendy. Give it a wave, Miss Roberts."
I take the wand and a blast of air hits me in the face. Boxes start flying off the shelves and forming a whirlwind around me.
"Tha's the one!" Hagrid exclaims. I put the wand down and everything goes back to its original place on the shelves.
"Interesting... very interesting..." Olivander mutters to himself.
"What's interesting?" I ask.
"The phoenix who's feather is in your wand only gave two others. One wand belonged to a very, very, powerful wizard. Terrible, yes. But powerful."
"And the other one?" I ask nervously.
"I sold it only yesterday. To Harry Potter."
My eyes go huge. "Harry Potter? The Harry Potter? I read about him! He's probably the most famous person alive, other than Professor Dumbledore, of course. That's... that's crazy!
"You're very bright, Miss Roberts," says Olivander. "I expect amazing things from you."
Hagrid pays for the wand and we leave the shop. As we exit Diagon Alley, one thought keeps playing in my mind.
What do I have in common with Harry Potter?
A/N: Hola! (Sorry but that's the extent of my Spanish lol) Thank you for being here and reading chapter two!
I'm sorry that was so short but since I'm releasing a bunch of chapters at once I hope it'll make up for that.
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- Amy <3
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FanfictionYou live in an orphanage. According to the people who run it, your parents died in a car crash when you were only a year old. One day, a man comes claiming he is a Professor at a magic school called Hogwarts. He says his name is Dumbledore. What wil...
