The Adventures of a Girl Who Should Not Exist (Doctor Who/ Harry Potter Crossover)

Chapter 5.5: Diagon Alley, Part Two

When we arrived back at the surface, Hagrid and I climbed out of the cart. Hagrid looked a little green and I could see why. But I was still happy. I had a couple pocketfuls of money and was ready to go shopping!

We exited Gringotts, the Wizarding World bank, feeling ready to shop. We picked up my cauldron, a couple sets of robes, and all my potion ingredients fairly uneventfully (for a magical store).

I looked over my list again.

"It says here I can get a 'cat, toad or owl.' Where would I get that?" I asked intentively.

Hagrid smiled. "I'm sure you'll be lookin' forward ter that!"

I nodded sheepishly.

"Can we look in the Magical Menagerie?"

I asked, pointing to a building off to the left.

Hagrid gave a nod and I eagerly stepped into the shop.

Huge, floor-to-ceiling shelves were on every wall and covered in glass boxes and cages filled with a strange assortment of animals and other creatures.

Looking around, I spotted a few common aliens as well as a huge assortment of what I assumed were magical creatures.

I stepped right up to the counter and asked the gray-haired witch who was standing there, "What do you have that is very smart with a very long life expectancy?" I asked.

She scratched her chin for a moment and stepped behind a curtain.

Hagrid looked apprehensive.

"Hopin' it's a dragon." he said in response to my look.

Instead, the woman returned with a majestic red and gold bird perched on her shoulder.

"This is a pseudo-phoenix. They are miniature phoenixes, but there feathers do not serve as wand cores or magical components, their tears can only heal minor wounds, such as cuts, bruises, or skin infections. Finally, their song is like that of a normal songbird's, and they can carry about the same amount of weight as a trained post-owl."

I had only one question:

"Why a pseudo-Phoenix? Why not just a Phoenix?"

The witch gave a small smile.

"I believe it is more in your price range, and phoenixes are not allowed at Hogwarts. If you want her, she will be twenty five galleons."

"What's the average life expectancy?" I asked briskly.

The witch's face cracked into a huge grin.

"They live forever! That is the best part about phoenixes! They are reborn, regenerate, if you will."

My face also cracked into a goofy grin.

"Regenerate, eh?" I asked in an old-timey voice as I handed over the twenty-five galleons.

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Next, we stopped at Florean Fortescue's. It was the best ice cream I had ever had, and I gave a spoonful of my chocolate-marshmallow-graham cracker- caramel sundae to Aroura.

She perched regally on my shoulder, proudly displaying her scarlet plumage.

Hagrid was smiling at the proud bird, and I was smiling, too.

Life hadn't been this great since way back at the Academy, right after looking into the Untempered Schism, when I had been traveling the stars with my classmates, care-free and wild.

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"Next, we'll have to get yer wand." said Hagrid in a mysterious voice.

We cleared away our huge crystal ice-cream bowls and stood up, heading down the street again.

Aroura was attracting attention, but I just walked obliviously by.

We arrived at Ollivander's fine wands a few minutes later.

There was an olive-green foray and the sign read in peeling gold letters,

"Ollivander's, makers of fine wands since 382 B.C."

In the window lay three crossed wands on a velvet pillow, each very unique yet similar.

I stepped warily in. The inside of the shop was dark and dusty and mysterious, lit by candles and oil lamps.

Suddenly, two opalescent eyes peeked out of the darkness, reminding me of a cat.

A thin, lanky man followed.

"I am Ollivander," he announced quietly. "And you are...?"

"Amelia." I replied.

"Amelia." he said, rolling it around his tongue. "So, Amelia, you are here today to buy a wand?"

I nodded.

"Well, we will just find your wand. The wand chooses the wizard, Amelia. Remember that- the wand chooses the wizard."

I was starting to feel apprehensive about the whole thing, but nodded again.

Suddenly, sets of measuring tapes sprang to life, measuring my hair and arms and legs.

Meanwhile, Ollivander was ascending a ladder. He was grabbing long, thin boxes, seemingly at random, and putting them under his arms.

He came back down the ladder and the annoying tapes dropped to the floor.

He handed me the first wand. I held it expectantly.

"Go on, swish it a bit!" he said encouragingly.

His hair turned green.

"No, no, that won't do." he muttered to himself, casting the wand aside.

It went on like this for hours.

Aroura started to preen herself and eventually flew away up among the dusty shelves.

After what seemed like three hours, Mr. Ollivander gave a gentle sigh. Then he furrowed his brow and hurried away down the asile.

I whistled, calling Aroura back to me while waking Hagrid, who had started napping on the floor.

Ollivander returned with one box under his arm. He produced from it a silver wand engraved with circuitry in green. I waved it and a warm feeling wooshed through me, then it turned to cold. I rolled the wand in my fingers.

It suited me, or , more accurately, I suited it.

Mr. Ollivander pursed his lips. "Strange, interesting." he said quickly.

"Excuse me, but what's strange?" I asked.

"That wand... the core is nightstone. It is a powerful ingriedent if one can wield it properly, but..." he trailed off.

"What?" I prompted.

"I remember every wand I've EVER sold. No one else has ever wielded nightstone. NOT a single person. You are the first to have a nightstone wand choose you."

"Seven galleons." he said, staring deep into my eyes. I imagined doors all over my mind in case he was reading it.

I handed him the seven galleons and silently left the shop.

A/N: This chapter got typed up on an iPod so I didn't edit it. Sorry for any mistakes!