The Other Chosen One [Harry Potter - Neville Longbottom Story]

Olivander

Neville's POV:
"How are we going to get to Diagon Alley, Grandma?"

"By using Floo Powder of course." She said with a grin.

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A few days had passed since I received my acceptance letter on my eleventh birthday. Now my gran and I were stood in front of the fire, Floo Powder in hand.

"Ready Neville? You go first now, make sure you speak very clearly."

I stood inside the fire, put my chin up and as I threw the Floo Powder into the pit beneath me I yelled: "Diagon, Alley!"

The flames engulfed me but it wasn't a blistering pain it was relaxing and freeing. I finally landed feet first and my body span round to catch up with my feet, I felt like one of the coolest people alive.

I stepped out of the fire and saw the most amazing sight. Loads of people, all other witches and wizards JUST LIKE MY!

They were all looking for their first wand. I had been transported to Olivander's the wand maker's. I had to try and sneak out as I knew I didn't need to be here. I mean, I had my fathers wand after all...

As I place my hand on the door handle a voice sounded behind me,

"Ah Mr. Longbottom, I was wandering if I'd be seeing you this year."

"Um... hello," I waved and stepped towards the counter. "How do you know my name?"

"I recognise your mother and father inside of you. Neville, is it?"

"You're very cleaver Mr. Olivander, did you know my parents well? Is that how you know what they called me?"

"Yes very well," he said in a raspy voice. "Better than they know me I would say."

"How so?" I asked my eyes ablaze with curiosity.

"I remember every witch and wizard I ever serve and every wand I give them."

"You must have an incredible memory!"

"No my dear boy," he smiled, "just a love of what I do."

So, you say you remember which wands my parents chose?"

"Ah there it is."

"There what's is?"

"The same mistake every young witch and wizard uses."

"What is that?"

He smiled, "The wand chooses the wizard, Mr Longbottom."

"Oh right," I blushed, embarrassed at my mistake.

"Am I to assume you would like to see which ones chose both your parents?"

"Well, Mr. Olivander, sir, I actually have my father's wand, but I never knew what my mother's was like, would be able to describe it to me?"

"Certainly, Mr. Longbottom —"

"NEVILLE!"

I jumped so viciously I knocked the wand off the desk and turned on the lamp next to me as I caught it.

"Hmm." Mr. Olivander turned and began muttering quietly to himself.

"What are you doing in here? You've GOT a wand!" My grandmother was purple in the face, whether that be down to anger, embarrassment or otherwise, she grabbed my wrist and began to stalk out of the small shop.

As we got to the door I saw a giant of a man walk past. He waited until we had left the store before pushing his scrawny, messy haired companion inside.

As I passed the boy we made eye contact and I studied him. This was the first young wizard my age I'd met. Who knows, maybe we'll both be in the same house.

I heard the bell on the desk ring and just as I clicked the door shut I was SURE I'd heard Mr. Olivander say, "Ah Mr. Potter, I wandered when I'd be seeing you."