𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓐𝓼 𝓘𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓣𝓸 𝓑𝓮[√]

Thrêé

Harry walked down the sidewalk, still receiving looks. Seeing as he still looked like the boy who lived. He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk as a thought came to him.

His so-called friends have to have known that his parents were alive. All those times he mourned, the times he felt lonely and wished for his parents. They could have known and they never told him.

Coming to that realization, he decided he couldn't go back to Hogwarts, not right now, at least. He needed to get his head straight, figure things out, and face them; he was too emotional to do so right now.

He decided to go to the park in the middle of the Alley, which he had been to a few times with the Weasleys. He entered the park and sat down on the bench.

He leaned forward, placed his elbows on his knees, and let his head fall into his hands. He sat there for about an hour before standing, deciding that sitting on a park bench wouldn't do. anything but prolongs the process of getting things done.

Harry decided to get some shopping done, first, he went to the trunk shop and bought a trunk that had multiple compartments. The first was just like a regular trunk, the second was a library, the third was a closet, and the fourth and final one was an apartment.

He then headed to the boutique and got himself a new wardrobe, a mix of formal clothes, and some muggle clothes. He was happy to finally have some clothes that fit him perfectly.

Third, he headed to Knockturn Alley, to a wand shop. He spent an hour looking for one before he saw it. 'Madame J wands, ' the sign read. Harry quickly entered the shop and paused; it had so much more than just wands.

"Well, Mr. Potter," An old woman said, coming outside the back of the shop, "I never thought I'd see the day you entered my shop," She said.

Harry gave the woman a once over, "I never thought I would be in a wand shop on Knockturn Alley either, but I need a new wand," He said pulling out his old one and showing the old woman who scolds.

"Olivander, those wands always cause problems. The majority of their users have to change them once their magic matures and they find out the old fool gave them the wrong wand," she said, shaking her head, turning, and motioning for Harry to follow her.

She went behind the counter, pulled out a few bags, and placed them on the counter. "These bags, Mr. Potter, contain the material to make your wand. You have the woods and the core," she said, motioning to each bag. "Reach in, and pull out the one you feel a strong connection with," she said.

Harry reached his hand into the wood bag, revealing two kinds of wood: elm and oak. Reaching into the core bag, he revealed three items: phoenix feathers, viper venom, and dragon scales.

"Well, you're a powerful one," Madame J mumbled, taking the five ingredients from him. "It will only be thirty minutes, so feel free to browse while you wait," she said, heading into the back of the shop.

Harry walked around the shop, looking at the books he saw, finding some of them interesting, he picked them up and skimmed through them, by the time Made J emerged holding his wand in a pair of thongs he had ten books in his arms.

"Here you go, Mr. Potter," she said, holding out the wand. Taking it, Harry immediately felt a connection to it. He felt his magic tingle where his fingers touched the wand.

"Wow," He murdered, "I never felt such a connection to my last wand," He said and Madame J grinned.

"Amazing, isn't it?" She said, "I always tell people that this is how to get a wand: by choosing your woods and cores. They get the wands that grow with them and will be with them forever, but everyone wants to go to Ollivander's because it's tradition for Hogwarts first-years to get their wands from him. And because he's hyped up by Dumbledore." She huffed, and Harry had to agree with her.

"I agree," he said, placing his books on the counter. "I want these books, too," he said, and she called him up and set him on his way.

Exiting the shop, he was hit with a sweet smell, following it. It leads him to the entrance of the Alley.

Pausing, Harry gaped as the source of the scent turned to him with wide eyes. "Potter?" Malfoy gasped as his gray eyes widened with shock.

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Re-published: May 2, 2024, 8:30 am

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