Hiraeth

Chapter 3: The Grey-eyed Boy

"Just walk right through here kids," my mum gently pushed Hermione and I into a musty, old shop. The walls were covered with shelves stocked with slim, long rectangular boxes.

Yeah, you guessed right. We were at the one and only Ollivander's Wand Shop.

The day after Dumbledore paid a visit to my house, my mum brought Hermione and I to Diagon Alley. To our astonishment, it was actually just in London, through a bar named 'The Leaky Cauldron'. It was a pretty shabby bar until we reached the back where there was a brick wall. My mum then produced a wand from her coat and tapped a brick or two.

My eyes bulged in surprise. How come I've never seen her use it?

"We never used it in front of you dear. We did not want you to ever know about us until you were ready. But, have you ever wondered why I never let you cook with me?" She winked, answering all of my thoughts.

Wow, it was certainly an uncomfortable feeling, knowing that I had been a stranger in my own house all these years. I did not even know my parents as well as I thought I did.

"Mr Ollivander!" My mother walked through the mess as if she's been here loads of times. She probably has, to be honest.

"Is that you Diana?" a weak but warm voice replied. We waited and saw an old man, not as old as Dumbledore, but old enough to appear from amongst the shadows of his shop.

My mother went over to greet him.

"Mr Ollivander, I finally brought my child here, after all these years," she smiled happily. How many connections did my mother have to this world? She looked too happy to be back here. Suddenly, I felt terrible for being the reason she and my father had to drop all the things that they had loved and live in hiding.

In that moment there, I made a promise to myself that I would be a better child to my parents. After all, they had made so many sacrifices for me, and it would be a shame if I could not even make one.

"Denaeria, you're up first! Go on!" Woah, was I in deep thought for such a long time?

I approached Mr Ollivander cautiously. He smiled to himself as if he knew something I did not and said, "Go ahead, pick any one of them and start waving."

Unfortunately, an hour later, I still had not found my wand. Eve Hermione managed to find the wand that was perfect for her fifteen minutes into the session. I was starting to feel apprehensive. Maybe I was not meant to be in this world at all. Or even worse, not even have the ability to do magic with a wand.

My fingers were growing weary of holding so many wands, wanting to give up until my mother whispered, "Sir, I think you should bring out the wand." 

"What wand?"

Mr Ollivander grimly nodded. "Diana, like I have mentioned before, this is the only wand for her."

Okay, I was pissed. Both of them already knew which was the wand for me, yet they were in denial? Wow.

"Where is it?" I huffed impatiently. I just wanted to buy it and get out of the shop already.

"It is in the serenity coloured box right behind you."

I spun around and spotted the box. I slid the cover off and instantly felt it. I still cannot comprehend the feeling, but you somehow knew that it was the one. I held the wand, feeling warmth seeping through my body, lifting my frown into a smile. 

"Found you," I muttered. 

My mother, on the other hand, whimpered. Geez, mum.

"Mum, the moment Lord Voldemort came after me, you must've known that I would forever be in danger. You should accept that and try to support me instead of whimpering every time something in the wizarding confirms my ominous fate."

My mother opened her mouth to argue, but the quiet voice of Mr Ollivander's shut her up.

"She is right you know, you should embrace her power instead of being scared of it."

My mum nodded and handed over the money quietly. We bid our farewells to Mr Olliavander and left the shop.

"Mum, is there anything else we have to buy?"

"Yes, by the 3rd year, most students would've gotten their own pets. We should get you each a pet."  

By pets, I've only ever known hamsters and dogs, definitely not owls and toads. I picked a handsome, honey brown, tawny owl. It was pure beauty, whereas Hermione bought a cat, which looked pretty ugly in my opinion. Well, just don't mention that to Hermione.

We made plans to meet at Kings' Cross at 10.50am on the 1st of September at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. I had to admit, this guy knew how to make his ice cream. 

As I sat there listening to my mother going on and on about more details on Hogwarts, I caught sight of a tall, lean boy with hair as light as platinum. He was angular, with relatively broad shoulders. His stormy grey eyes held different secrets as he pulled his hood up and sat in the corner of the shop. He was the kind of beauty which caused you pain to look at. His long, delicate fingers were wrapped around his wand and he was tapping it against the table nervously. At that moment, he looked up and met my eyes. I quickly averted my eyes as I did not want to seem like an actual creep.

"Denaeria, you okay with that?" My eyes snapped up to meet her questioning eyes.

"Uh, could you please repeat that?"

My mother's face filled with disappointment. "Denaeria, if you are not even going to listen to what I have to say, why then bother-"

"Mother, I am really sorry, I was distracted by something, I am listening now."

"Distracted by a boy you mean?" Hermione smirked meaningfully. 

"What boy?" My mother instantly perked up. 

"No? What the heck? Can we please get back to business?" I growled.

"Okay I will drop that for now, but I hope you will tell me soon."

Nah mum, never.

"Okay."

We resumed our planning, my thoughts never leaving the grey-eyed boy.

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