THE ARISE OF A LITTLE SISTER[Percy Little sis of boy who lived (Book 1)]

CHAPTER 5 : SHOPPING

LAIA POV

After our chit-chat with some teaspoons of emotions, it felt like we had known each other our whole lives, even though we had just met. We reached Madam Malkin's shop. Inside, a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve greeted us.

"Hogwarts, dears?" she asked when she noticed us, and we nodded.

"Got the lot here. Another young man is 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. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length. Another woman led me to another room, took measurements, and after some time gave me my new sets of uniforms.

When I got outside, that pale boy was already gone. Only Harry was there, looking worried about something. Hagrid and Mum were waiting for us outside. We got outside and caught up with them. We bought ice creams, and when I asked what happened, he asked,

"What's Quidditch?"

"I have no idea."

I asked the same to Hagrid, and he said it was like football but on broomsticks. The idea of flying was enough to scare me. I don't know why, but Harry told us about the boy he met at Madam Malkin's. That stupid boy insisted on blood prejudice to become friends. Moreover, he made Harry worry about being new to the wizarding world. I had the same worries. How could I keep up with these magic studies?

I just let those thoughts drift away. It was not the time to worry. I had my brother with me. Thinking of Harry reminded me of another boy who promised to protect me and be my family. He gave me this pendant chain that lay around my neck, saying it was for his own sister who had died. When he met me, he considered me his sister. I wondered how he was, where he was now. I wanted to meet him again, to know if he was fine, if he was happy, if he remembered me. Hopefully, I would meet him very soon. Now we had shopping to do and a school to explore.

We got everything needed for school. I got Greek copies of books and some extra ones recommended by Remus. Then Hagrid bought Harry an owl as a birthday gift, and I got an owl as well, naming him Ken. Mum gave Harry a photo frame as a birthday gift, which brought tears to his eyes. I peeked at the photo. A black-haired man and a red-haired woman were holding a black-haired baby. It was a photo of James and Lily Potter with their son Harry. Harry actually cried and hugged her, thanking her. Our next stop was Ollivanders'—the only place for wands.

The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC." 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 we stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single spindly chair on which Hagrid sat to wait.

Harry, Mum, and I stood, feeling as though we had entered a very strict library. I looked at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. We jumped.

An old man was standing before us, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

He greeted my mum and Hagrid and mentioned that Hagrid's wand had snapped when he was expelled. Let me tell you, it is not very wise to ask about how people got expelled. From my own experience, I can say that. He talked about their wands and started measuring Harry to get a wand. Harry tried several wands and finally got one with an unusual combination—holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple. The old man said it was curious that Harry got this wand, as its brother wand had given him that Zeus bolt's scar.

After that, he tried to get a wand for me. When I say "tried," I mean we went through three-quarters of the wands in the shop. Finally, I got my wand. It made up of Sirewood and contains Pegasus hair as core. Some lady had given that wand to him, saying it could choose only one owner and would be its owner's forever. The owner of this wand couldn't own any other wand. In time, the owner would know the reason. He thought I was its owner. It confused me even more. I didn't know when I would find out everything. Everyone kept saying, "When the time comes, you will know everything." Why? Who knows?

We got out of Diagon Alley, separated from Harry and Hagrid, and went back to the so-called home to put up with Smelly Gabe. I had to wait until September 1 to meet Harry again and reach the real home.

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Quote: "No good sittin' worryin' abou' it. What's comin' will come, an' we'll meet it when it does." — Rubeus Hagrid, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Chapter 37

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