Prophetic || Harry Potter Various x F! Reader

Magical School Supplies

Diagon Alley was busier with more kids getting their acceptance letter and needing supplies. You and your mother agreed to split the work of getting things done. As you made your way to Madam Malkins to finish getting fitted, your mom would look for your school books.

Your attention turned to Madam Malkin. "Ah (y/n), you're here to finish your fitting right? Got lots of people already today. There's a young man being fitted right now if you don't mind waiting."

"Ah, I don't mind waiting. I don't have any rush to be anywhere else." A smile crossed her face before she pointed to the stool near him.

You got up on the stool next to the boy. Not knowing what to look at, you scanned the entire shop. When you were done your eyes landed on the boy with a pale face. You couldn't help but notice how sharp his features were. You recognized him but you couldn't place your finger on it.

You felt a strong pull towards him. 'Maybe he'll be important in the future?' You look away quickly, red in the face when you realize you were staring for quite a bit.

"Hello," he said, staring straight at you, "Hogwarts, right?"

You nod in response.

"My fathers next door buying my books and my mothers looking at the wands in the shop up the street." He stated.

You turn to him. "My mother's looking for my books as well, I believe she's going to get some of my other materials after."

He seems satisfied with your reply. "Well I'm going to look at brooms for racing after this. Don't you think it's awful that first-years aren't allowed to have their own? I'll probably bully father into getting me one to smuggle in."

You chuckled at his childish manor. "Bullying your father into getting you a broom? That's interesting. I'm going to get my wand after this."

"Say, do you have your own broom?"

You shake your head. "Yes actually! I got a brand new one recently but it isn't one of the really good ones. My mom told me to wait for a better one. The new edition comes out pretty soon."

You can see him consider what you say before he continues his questioning. "Do you play Quidditch?"

"I've tried and I'd say I'm decent. Honestly I'd love to play quidditch as soon as I can. Do you plan on playing professionally in the future?"

You see the shift in his posture as he goes on talking. "I do as well. My father says it's a crime if I don't get picked to play for my house." He says smugly. "Of course I agree with that statement. Do you know what house you'll be in?"

"Yes I think I do," you say. You see this catches his curiosity and he urges you to carry on. "I'm fine with any of the houses honestly." He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"Well I'm certain I'll be in Slytherin, all my family has been. The last thing I'd want is to be a Hufflepuff though, imagine that! I think I'd rather leave school entirely, wouldn't you?"

"Honestly I don't think it'd be that bad." You wished you could leave the conversation at this point. Fortunately your prayers are answered. "Your done, dear"

As you begin to walk out you hear him say, "My name is Draco by the way, Draco Malfoy."

You turn around and smile at him, "I'm (y/n) (l/n), it's been a pleasure talking to you Draco."

You aren't sure if you are seeing things right away. It looks like he puffs up his chest with a smug look.

As you walk out you see another boy beginning to walk in. He had shaggy dark hair and the prettiest green eyes you've seen yet. He was wearing broken glasses. You couldn't help but feel bad for him.

Although he caught your interest you knew you had other things to do and quickly moved on. You felt the same pull you felt to Draco. Unbeknownst to you, he found you interesting as well.

Continuing on, you made your way to get your wand at Ollivanders. As you stepped inside you heard the bell ring. You scanned the shop and took in your surroundings.

"Good afternoon," you turned around calmly.

"Hello Mr. Ollivander!" The man looked old but moved as quickly and quietly as a mouse. He stared at you with his pale eyes for a few seconds.

"You look like a combination of your mother and father. Your fathers aspen wand, ten and a half long, great for duels and charm work. Your mothers wand is made of applewood, eleven inches, wonderful for all types of spells."

Mr. Ollivanders' gaze seemed to pass through you. "Right, back to business. It's the wand that chooses the wizard, of course. Which arm is your wand arm?"

You hold out your arm and Mr. Ollivander begins to measure you. After a while he stops and lets the tape measure do it on its own. "I don't believe I have to tell you how every Ollivander wand is different do I?"

"No sir I've heard the run down before."

He goes to grab boxes as the tape measure finishes its job of measuring. "Alright then, try this one. Ebony and dragon heartstring. Seven inches. Flexible."

You barely waved it around before things began to fall. He took the wand out of your hand and passed you another.

"Chestnut wood with a phoenix core, 12 and a half inches, unyielding flexibility."

You notice how the wand feels like it belongs in your hand. Immediately you know this wand is yours. Still, you wave it around to make sure.

Suddenly the room is filled with flourishing flowers. "Yes, yes that's the one." He takes the wand and puts it back in the box.

After he finished up you smiled and waved goodbye, box in hand, thanking him for the wand. By chance you see the shaggy haired boy from earlier walking toward Ollivander. The pull is so strong you feel like you have to talk to him.

You walk up to him quickly, "Hi, you're the boy that I passed by earlier at Madam right?" He's startled by the sudden conversation but nods.

"Im (y/n) (l/n). You are?"

"I'm Harry Potter." You look at him curiously. You can't recall where you've heard the name. Overall he gives you a familiar feeling you can't quite place your finger on. He looks worried about something. You don't ask in fear that you might say the wrong thing.

"Well it's nice to meet you Harry! I hope we can be friends in the future. I have to finish shopping for school stuff but hopefully I'll see you around." You go on your way to find your mom, leaving Harry beyond confused with the strange quick interaction. You wave goodbye.

"..Bye?" He responds and waving back at you. 'What a strange person' he thinks