Hagrid and Sereia walk out of a shop with most of her school things. Sereia checks her list.
Sereia: I still need a wand.At the mention of her wand Sereia tenses which Tom and these close by notice and look at her confused while Tom eyes her suspisionly before looking back at the sreen closely while also keeping an eye in her.
Hagrid: A Wand? You want Ollivanders. There ain't no place better. Run along there and wait. I just got one more thing to do.
Sereia nods and walks into Ollivanders while Hagrid walks on. She places her school things on a shelf next to the door before walking to the counter.
Sereia: Hello? Hello?
From the side Mr. Ollivander
comes into view on a ladder causing her to jump.
Ollivander: I wondered when I'd be seeing you, Ms. Potter.
He walks down the ladder and looks for a wand.
Ollivander: It seems only yesterday that your mother and father were in here buying their first wands.
He pulls out a box and walks to her as he opens the box.
Ollivander: Here we are.
He takes the wand out of the box and hands it to her. She takes it and looks at it before looking at Ollivander.
Ollivander: Well, give it a wave.
Sereia waves it to the side and every drawer flys out. Sereia jumps and places the wand on the counter.
Ollivander: Apparently not.
Ollivander looks around before seeing one upstairs and goes up the stairs. He pulls the box out and walks back down while pulling the wand out of the box.
Ollivander: Perhaps...this.
He gives the wand to Sereia. She waves it and a vase shatters. She jumps and puts the wand carefully on the counter.
Ollivander: No, no, definitely not. No matter.
Ollivander pulls another box from the shelf before looking curiously at the box.
Ollivander: I wonder..
Sereia looks at him confused. Ollivander looks back at her before walking to her and opens the box.Sereia tenses more making the ones who notice pay close attention the screen while the rest of the hall is looking at the screen confused, wondering what Ollivander is wondering about but no one says anything.
He puts the box on the counter and pulls the wand from the box before walking around the counter and in front of her. He looks tense as he hands her the wand. When she touches the wand she begins to glow and wind blows her hair back. Ollivander looks a bit shocked and deep in thought.
Ollivander: Curious. Very curious.
Sereia: Sorry, but what's curious?
Ollivander takes the wand from Sereia.
Ollivander: I remember every wand I've ever sold, Ms. Potter. It so happens that the Phoenix whose feather resides in your wand, gave another feather. Just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand.. when its brother gave you that scar.
Ollivander points to the scar on the forhead."WHAT?" "YOU SHARE A BROTHER-WAND WITH YOU-KNOW-YOU?" The hall was chaos, everyone was screaming. The dark side looked shocked that she shares a brother-wand with there Lord while she looked at Tom ignoring everyone else who was already looking at her making him wonder how she knows who he is. "SILENCE! let us continue"
Sereia: And who owned that wand?
Ollivander: We do not speak his name. The wand chooses the wizard, Ms. Potter. It's not always clear why, but i think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible.. yes, but great."Did he just praise You-Know-Who?" asked a fourth year "No just his magic" answered Sereia making them look at her wierdly.
Ollivander hands her the wand again and walks to the back of the shop. Sereia is deep in thought when she hears knocking and looks to the window.
Hagrid: Sereia! Sereia! Happy birthday.
It shows Hagrid with an snowy white owl outside the window.
Sereia: Wow.
She looks at the owl in amazement.Annabeth and Athena purse their lips angrily and frown.
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FanfictionIn which everyone watches the life of Sereia Potter and realize they've been lied to. Will they change things and prevent the war? The Philosopher's Stone✅ The Chamber of secret✅ The lightning thief✅ The prisoner of Azkaban✅ The sea of monsters...