Harry Potter and the eleven weirdo's

Mr P. Adams

"Are we going over to visit grandpa again today?'' I ask as I jump down the last part of the stairs. My mother looks at me with a slight shocked expression when she see me doing it but decides not to say anything about it. ''We visited grandpa yesterday, why do you want to visit him again? Most kids your age don't really enjoy visiting their grandparents.'' My mother states as she enters the living room. I follow her and drop down on the couch across from the television. ''Yeah, well, their grandparents are probably not wizards.'' I say as I search for the remote control on the messy table. ''I suppose that is true.'' My mother says as she walks over to the kitchen to get some drinks. 

"Is it possible for me to be a wizard too mom?'' I ask as I finally find the remote control, it was hiding beneath a letter I got from my friend who is on vacation for a few weeks. I already wrote him back so I should the letter isn't that important anymore. ''I'm not sure, the possibility is small but it's there. I think so at least.'' My mother says as she places down two glasses in front of us on the table and takes the remote control from me. I grab my glass from the table and take a sip. ''Wouldn't it be cool if I would be a wizard.'' I say. My mom shrugs. ''I suppose it would be.''

She turns on the television. It starts on a cooking show that must be re-airing for the twentieth now. "What do you want to watch Patrick?'' My mom asks. I place my, now half full, glass back down on the table in front of me and shrug. ''You decide. I don't re-'' I get cut off by a strange sound by the backdoor. ''Was that-'' ''A bird.'' I finish my mothers sentence and jump up from the couch. I hurry over to the backdoor and open it carefully. I see a large bird laying a few feet away from the door and quickly rush to help it. 

''Is that an owl?'' My mom asks as she looks over my shoulder. I nod and inspect the bird. ''I think it's wing is broken.'' I walk around the bird and see it's laying on something. I crouch down and carefully pull the piece of paper out from under the bird. It's a letter. As soon as I read the first words on the envelop the owl suddenly lifts it's head and gets up. It tilts it's head and looks at me with a big brown eyes. It blinks once before spreading it's wings and flying away. ''Is that a letter?'' My mom asks as she takes the paper from my hand while I watch the owl flying away. ''I think so.'' I say. I don't take my eyes of the flying owl, not even when my mom stuffs the letter back into my hands. ''Why'd you give it back?'' I ask. My mother chuckles. ''Just read it for yourself, I can't wait to tell your grandpa.'' 

I hear her footsteps walking away from me. Only when I can't see the owl anymore I look down at the letter in my hands. I turn it around and read the words again. 

Mr P. Adams

Oh, right, that's me. 

~Later~

''Don't you think it's cool that you're a wizard like me.'' My grandpa says as he nudges my shoulder as we stroll through the busy Diagon alley. ''Of course I think it's cool.'' I say as I flash my grandpa a crooked smile. My grandpa smiles back brightly. ''See, that's the spirit.'' He says. ''We already got your robes and all that boring stuff, now it's time for the good part.'' I raise my eyebrow. ''Like what?'' My grandpa chuckles. ''Your wand of course.'' My grandpa says. ''Oh, right, my wand.'' I say. My grandpa laughs and points at a small store not too far from us. ''It's in there, come on boy hurry up.''

The doorbells tinkle as we enter the old and dusty store. ''Stephan! You've grown so much.'' My grandpa exclaims as he enters the store. A man in his forty's smiles at him from the other side of the counter. ''No way. I haven't seen you in so long, how's it going old man.'' The man says. ''Great as always Stephan, I want you to meet my grandson here. His name's Patrick.'' The man behind the counter smiles and offers me his hand. ''Nice to meet you Patrick, I'm Stephan Ollivander.'' The man says as I politely shake his hand. ''Nice to meet you too sir.'' I say. "What a polite young boy, well, shall we get started then.'' Stephan says as he abruptly turns around and walks away into the maze of bookcases filled with boxes behind him. 

''Uhm...'' I lean over the counter to see where Stephan has ran of to but I can't see him anywhere. ''Sir?!'' I yell into the maze. ''Go on, follow him.'' My grandpa says. I shake my head. ''Why not?'' "Because Stephan didn't say that I could.'' I say as I walk over to the big dusty chair in the corner of the room and sit down. ''The chair huh.'' The voice of Stephan gets louder from behind the bookcase he just disappeared behind. ''What?'' ''The chair. You sat down.'' Stephan returns from around the corner. ''That says a lot about you, you know.'' I shrug. "Here, try this one.'' Stephan says as he jumps over the counter and hands me a box. For a man his age he still seems pretty fit. ''I open the box and look at the strange looking wand inside it. ''And, what do you think.'' My grandpa asks. 

''It's strange.'' I say as I close the black box on my lap. ''And...?'' ''I love it.'' I finish. My grandpa and Stephan both flash me a big smile. Stephan jumps back over to the counter and flips his huge book around to write somethings down. ''Patrick Adams. Larch wood wand with dragon heartstring core. 12 inches, rigid.'' I stand up from the chair and walk over to the counter to place down some gold pieces. ''Thank you for your service sir.'' I say. Stephan just pats my head. ''Such a polite boy.''

''Where of to now?'' I ask my grandpa as we leave the store. ''Now this part you're gonna love.'' My grandpa says. I tilt my head. ''You can have a pet at Hogwarts, so it's time to get you one. My eyes widen. ''Can I have a cat?'' I ask hopefully. My grandpa laughs again. ''Yes, you can have a cat.'' I smile as I follow my grandpa into the pet store. 

"Patrick, I know you love animals, but we have been in here for at least an hour and you have barely looked at cats.'' My grandpa says. I chuckle and get up from where I was crouched down to look at a lizard. ''I'll go look for cats now.'' I say as I casually walk over to the cat section of the store. When I turn a corner in the loud pet store I suddenly bump into a short girl with a cute white cat in her arms. ''Oh, I'm soooo sorry.'' The girl says as she looks at me. She seems genuinely sorry. ''Don't be sorry, it's fine.'' I say. The girl smiles. 

''That's a cute cat you've got there I say after a few seconds of silence.'' The girl nods furiously. ''I love her, she's so cute. I'm going to ask my mom if I can have her right now.'' She says. ''She fits you, with your black hair and her white fur you're like ying and yang.'' I say. The girls' eyes widen. ''Wow, I've never seen it that way before.'' She says. ''What are you gonna name her?'' I ask. ''I don't know yet, I think Larua would fit her.'' She says. I look at the white cat with it's big blue eyes. ''It would.'' I say. ''Patrick, we don't have all day!'' I hear my grandpa yell. ''I gotta hurry sorry.'' I say as smile at the girl and pass her. ''Hope to see you again, Patrick.'' The girl says before she chuckles and skips away. 

''Are you sure this is the cat you want?'' My grandpa asks as he motions at the ordinary house cat I'm holding. I simply nod. ''As you wish.'' I follow my grandpa over to the counter. ''What are you gonna call 'm?'' My grandpa asks. ''Banjer.'' I say. ''Wow, nobody wanted that cat because it was so ordinary.'' The cashier says as my grandpa hands him some gold. But the cashier refuses to take it. ''I never charge customers who buy cats most people don't want.'' He says. ''Why would you choose such an ordinary cat boy?'' I shrug. 

''Because I'm strange, so it fits me.''