Diagon Alley

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Today was the day im going to buy the things i need, i woke up and get my self ready for the day. As i leave Leacky Cauldron the busy and loud street of Diagon alley was uncomfortable for me as i prefer peace and silent as i look through different shops. I took out the parchment that list all of the things i need to buy, as i realize i don't have money yet.

I took out a key that Dumbledore gave me and i made my way to a place called Gringotts.
As i entered the place it was full of a rather ugly goblins wearing fancy suits, I approach one of the goblins. And ask for a withdrawal.

"Name please?" The goblin look at me with a toothy grin.   

"Y/N Riddle" i answerd in a serious tone.

"Does Mr. Riddle have his key?" The goblin asked. The goblin smiled wider. 

"Here" i replied to the goblin as he stood up and led the way for me.
"Come with me please to vault 170" the goblin said and told me to get in the cart and it was a unpleasant ride.
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Once i leave the Gringotts bank, it was a nice getting out of that place, i can't say it was enjoyable since the cart ride was a unpleasant ride for me. Soon i made my way to a place called Flourish and Blotts as i bought all the books i need i was eager to read them all. I bought all the things i'll be needing except for a  wand. And thats why i made my way to a shop called Ollivander's wands shop.

"Hello?" I called out as i heard a old man approaching me, his age nearly rivaling Dumbledore's age. He looks p paled once he saw me.

"O-oh Mr. Riddle i d-didn't expect to see you so soon" as i role my eyes at his stuttering and look at him menacingly.

"I need a wand" i said at him bluntly as i look around the shop, it was filled with rectangular  boxes. The old man reach for a long and slender box. 

"Perhaps this?" He said as he gave me a wand. I barley gave it a wave as he took it and put it back on the box.

Fifteen mintues has passed by there are still no wand that works perfectly for me. All the row of boxes on the shelf was cleared.

"There are no wands here that fits for you!" He said in a frustrated tone. As i look around a black slender box was still in the shelf.

"What about that?" I asked as i felt its presence, I felt like its calling me, its giving me the power that ive been wanting by just staring at it.

"A-ah i-i see g-go a-ahead here give it t-try" the old man said as he pulled a black metalic wand with a bone looking handle, he begun to stutter again i role my eyes at him annoyed.

As i grab the wand the euphoric feeling and sensation its giving me, its perfect i want it. It chose me "This is it. Its perfect. Its mine." I said in amusement as i keep feeling its power going through me.

"Do you know what this wand is made of?" I asked him staring at the wand, admiring its look  its the perfect wand for me.

"Eleven inches." He replied. "Its made of yew wood" the old man stated as he looks more paled. "And a Phoenix feather as its core v-very powerful" he said shaking in fear. I nodded as i put the wand in my pocket.                  
I exited the shop and made my way to magical menagerie to buy a pet, i entered the shop and look through the animals, i saw snow looking kitten and pat it.

"Too cute..." I mutterd as the kitten jump on my arms, i made my way to the counter to adopt and pay for it.

As i leave the shop i came back to Leaky Cauldron and read through all of the books, i was obsessed, it was interesting learning spells. As i keep reading i learn about the Dark lord Voldemort, To me he was nothing but pathetic. killing muggle borns was the most stupidest idea to me.

Im no good or evil the only thing i care about is power and i'll do anything to have it and protect the one i love, soon i'll find the one who killed my mum to torture him to death.

A/N: this chapter is kinda based on a chapter by a fanfic called A Riddle but not really since i made changes even on the wand you should check it out its a really good Riddle male reader x Hermione Granger adios~

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