All He Needed Was A Friend

Chapter 8: Hogwarts

****Time Skip: 4 years****

***POV Beatrix***

It was finally happening! Tom and I had received letters of acceptance from Hogwarts and we're going there this year! Uncle Peter had given me some money to go out and buy the school supplies. Unfortunately, Uncle Peter had refused to give Tom anything so Tom was stuck using some of his savings.

"Beatrix, do you think we should get our wands first or our school robes and books?" Tom asked as we walked through Diagon Alley.

"We should probably get our wands since I promised Walburga that I would meet her at Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions," I responded.

"Alright then," Tom answered frowning. I grabbed Tom's hand and pulled him to a stop.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's nothing Beatrix," Tom reassured as he began walking again. "I'm fine really. I just have a lot on my mind."

"Does this have to do with your parents?" I asked. Tom had been looking through some genealogy books in search of his heritage. So far he hadn't found anything, but since Black Family library was almost void of genealogy books, I wasn't surprised.

"I'm just concerned about..." Tom stopped and faced me. "I know you don't care about my linage, but everyone else will and..." I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. Tom had been overly concerned about his 'blood purity' for about a year now. Personally, it didn't bother me. I could care less if he was a muggle-born or a pure-blood. All that mattered was that he was Tom and well... Tom was... I blushed at my thoughts. It had been about a month ago when I realized that maybe Tom was more than just a 'friend.' Thing was I couldn't get myself to even mention it to him. "We should get going..." Tom whispered.

"Right," I answered and we headed for Ollivander's Wand Shop. Tom and I entered the shop and glanced around. There were wand boxes piled high to the ceiling and it made you wonder how any wand could even be found.

"Now who do we have here?" a man, Mr. Ollivander presumably, asked. 

"My friend and I were looking to purchase our first wands," I explained.

"Well then you have come to the right place," Mr. Ollivander smiled. "Come here. Let's try a few out." Mr. Ollivander disappeared behind a stack of boxes and returned a moment later with a box. "This wand is a 8 and 1/2 inch oak wand with a unicorn tail hair core. Go on give it a try." I waved the wand in the hair and several boxes fell down.

"Sorry..." I said.

"No, no, its not your fault," Mr. Ollivander said taking back the wand. "Let's try another." I tried out several more wands before he brought out a small wooden box with flowers carved onto it. "Perhaps you should give this one a try. It's an 11 and 1/2 inch Laurel wand with a unicorn tail hair core." I picked the wand up out of its case. It was beautifully crafted with a floral design carved into the handle. The wand was straight yet slightly flexible. I waved the wand and flowers floated around me and the room filled with a jasmine smell. "Well then I suppose she belongs to you now. Surprising really, that wand was specially created for Elladora Black a couple of decades ago. It never made it to her unfortunately. She died before ever using it. I suppose its only fitting that another member of the Black Family should have it." Mr. Ollivander smiled at me and rang up my wand before turning to Tom. "Well I suppose its your turn now," He chirped. Mr. Ollivander went behind a couple of shelves looking for a wand obviously.

"It's a nice wand," Tom commented.

"Yea, it's beautiful," I responded looking over my wand once again.