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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐; 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐, 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐀𝐬 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞-
-𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.
-𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐉.𝐊 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫.
-𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬.

𝐊𝐄𝐘:
'...' - Thinking
"..." - Talking
"~... ~"- Parseltongue
-...- -last chapter quotation

🐍𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕🐍
-𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳.-

As the eldest blonde walked over, so did the women and the child that just so happened to look about my age. They walked in such a way that could make any sensible person jealous. The older male stopped in front of me and started to observe me. It felt prolonged, not a normal type of introduction stare. I noticed the eldest blondes communicating with their eyes as their carbon copy son stared at me with a curious, but otherwise blank expression.

"I'm sorry to intrude, but we were wondering if you may be Harrison James Potter." The eldest blonde said before raising a quick eyebrow. I tilted my head but kept my posture even. I gave them a charming smile and nodded.

"Yes, I am, and who may you be?" He kept the smile on but he could see the scowl starting to form on the corners of the eldest blondes lips. He started saying something quietly to his, who I could only assume, wife and the woman nodded. Obviously agreeing with whatever her husband had previously said.

"I am Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. It is quite obvious your parents did not teach you about wizarding customs." He sneered and peered down at me. His eyes were a stormy blue that demanded power. I could only hold back a sigh before saying.

"I'm sorry, I did not grow up with my parents. They sent me away to the wretched world with no magic." I say. My disgust was clearly evident but I tried to conceal it to the best of my ability. The Malfoys looked at each other and then at the youngest. The young one stepped forward and held out his hand.

"My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and you'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't wanna go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." Malfoy, of Draco, smirked and held out his hand. His posture was proud, like his parents. I decided to stand in order to be polite. I smile another smile and he just smiled wider

"It's nice to meet your Draco Malfoy, I would like to take your offer. Please show me the ways of this world" I smirk, one powerful and influential family right into my pinky finger already. I take Draco's hand and shale it slightly before adding a bit of magic into the handshake. Making sure to seal our promise.

"Well, Draco Malfoy. Is it alright if I call you Draco? Or do you believe we should stick to the last name basis?" I kept my smile on, though, it's a little softer than my charming one. I see his shoulders relax a bit after the spout of magic before he starts speaking.

"You may call me Draco for the time being, but if anything were to happen between us we are to go back to last name basis." I nod and let go of his hand. His hand, I noticed, was a little sweaty but it wasn't as if I minded. I bowed a little and the youngest Malfoy tilted his head down slightly.

"I'm sorry, but I must go off. My 'guide' must be worried sick about me." I smile softly, trying to convey that I was upset over my time crunch. They nodded and turned around. I heard a quick, "I'll see you at school" from Draco and they went off. I also walked away. Determined to get my shopping done. I had a bag over my shoulder that carried everything i had purchased so far. I still need a wand and trunk. I headed off and stopped on front of a shop called 'Ollivanders' there were a few words under it that I didn't bother to read. I entered the shop and looked around. It smelled like wood and old books in there. While the smell was comforting, I still wished to leave. An old man strolled Calmly over to his desk in front of him and finally looked up.

"I've been expecting you, Mr. Potter" he said, his voice was eerily creepy.

'How the hell could he be expecting me if he barely knows who I am' I thought. I forced myself to keep a straight face. My façade never falters.

"Hm.. Let's find your wand." The wacky man walked away and I stood there, in the shop, and listened to my surroundings. It was the first time I was alone and was actually able to breathe. It felt nice, but then the man came back.

"Try this. Yew and dragon heartstring, 13 inches and slightly flexible." His wobbly hands shoved the wand into my hands and then immediately took it away.

"No, no, that's wrong. Hmm... Try this,

Hawthorn with unicorn hair, 11 1/2 inches, slightly flexible." Harry took the wand and gave it a slight swish and some bottles of ink rolled into the floor and exploded everywhere. Covering him and some of the desk in black ink. The wand keeper Swisher his wand and all the ink disappeared.

"Not this one... Hm.. Ah.. I wonder.." The wacky guy left once more and grabbed another wand. I could hear his footsteps coming back. He turned the corner and sighed.

"I've been holding on to this wand for many years, waiting for someone powerful to come along and wield it and I believe that I found that person. You" he handed the wand to me before starting to speak again.

"Holly wand and Phoenix feather, 11 inches, nice and supple." I took it and sighs softly. It felt like home, even if he had no idea what home was, it still felt like it. The man smiled and laughed.

"The wand chooses the wizard Mr. Potter. It is curious that this wand chose you when its brother gave you that scar." I didn't even try to ask, it felt idiotic to ask such a question. I didn't want to feed into the wacky man's fantasy when I already knew. I nodded before saying,

"How much for it?" He replied with a simple 7 galleons and I calmly gave it to him and asked for a wand holster, which I had asked before if there was a way I could store it. I paid for the holster and walked out. I gracefully strolled back to 'Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions' and walked back in. She looked up and smiled.

"Mr. Potter, you're back. Your robes are right.. Here" she spelled them over and put them right into my hands.

"Have a golden day, Mr. Potter" I nod slightly and smile back at her for the first time since I entered the shop.

"You, as well" I left with the bags and quickly went and purchased a trunk that I could easily lock with a simple charm. Though, I didn't see a need to lock it. After that the big oaf found me once more and said he had to take me 'home' back to the Dersley's. I only nodded and we traveled back to the Dersley's by bus. He dropped me off and while everyone was distracted I quickly shoved my magical stuff under my bed and sat down. Actually feeling a bit of excitement for showing my 'parents' what they could've had. What they could've kept. I laughed quietly, ready for this new world I was being shoved into, and then waited until I was called to cook dinner.