Sophia Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Chapter 2

Professor McGonagall and I slowly made our way to Diagon Alley. By the time we got there it was 8:05. I looked around myself amazed. I had never seen so many odd looking stores. All of the different stores were connected and most of them were cluttered. Some of the stores had pots and pans in front of them while others had slanted windows that made the little shop look like it was being crushed.
I turned around and focused my gaze on where we were heading. It turns out we went into a small, shabby shop that has a sign that says "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.". Professor McGonagall and I walked through the doors and I heard someone rummaging around in the back of the store.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Sophia Potter, is that you?" someone said. A man appeared from the back of the store. He had white, wispy hair and pale eyes. Behind him there was a boy my aged with very pale blond hair I know to be Draco Malfoy. Sometimes at Hogwarts the Malfoys would come over for dinner so that Lucious Malfoy and Dumbledore could discuss business.
Draco and I usually didn't talk during those dinners. We sat on different sides of the table and after dinner we would read books. Even on game nights I went up to my room to read or write essays Dumbledore assigned to me so that my education would be up to date with Muggles'.
"Draco," Professor McGonagall said.
"Hi, I was just about to leave," He said carrying an elegant black wand with a silver handle. He waved at me and then walked out of the door.
"Ms. Potter, is that you?" the voice repeated."Yes it is," Professor McGonagall answered, "we are here to buy a wand."

"Of course you are. Well come this way my dear. I am the owner of this shop, Mr. Ollivander," He said as he led me around to the back of the shore where there was row after row of boxes I assumed were holding wands.

"Here, try this," Mr. Ollivander said handing me a box, "Dogwood and unicorn hair, 8 1/2 inches. I took the wand out of the box and gave it a wave. Very quickly Mr. Ollivander came over and took the wand out of my hand and handed another box to me.
"No, no, try this," he said, "Oak and dragon heartstring, 10 inches." Almost as soon as he gave the wand to me he snatched it back.
"I wonder," he mumbled to himself, handing me yet another box, "Black Cherry and Phoenix feather, 11 1/2 inches."
I took the wand out of the box and felt a sudden warmth in my fingers. The wand was prettier than the other wands I had tried with dark brown wood and a carving in the side of swirls and flowers. I gave the wand a swish and red and yellow sparks came out the end. Professor McGonagall clapped and Mr. Ollivander cried, "Bravo! But how very curious. Oh yes how very curious indeed."
"Excuse me sir, but what's curious," I asked.
Mr. Ollivander snapped out of his thoughts and said, "I remember every wand I have ever sold, Ms. Potter. The Phoenix that's feather is in your wand gave only three feathers. One is inside your wand, one is in a wand that has not been bought yet, and the last feather is in the wand of the dark wizard that gave you that scar," he said.
I heard Professor McGonagall gasp as I touched the place on my neck where my scar is. I stood there silently, unmoving. Eventually I recovered from the shock and thanked Mr. Ollivander for my wand as Professor McGonagall and I left the store.
We went into "Flourish and Blotts" and got the rest of my school supplies before heading back to Hogwarts. I was so excited I could hardly stand it as school started tomorrow. You might be asking yourself why I would have to take a train back to Hogwarts when I am already there. Dumbledore thought that it was better to pretend as if I had never been to Hogwarts before because some of the students might think that I only got in because I was raised here, so I have to pretend that I lived with the Weasleys my whole life, which wasn't a complete lie because during the school year I went to live with them so that none of the students at Hogwarts would see me.
Once we got back to Hogwarts I went straight up to my room to think. "What does it mean?" I thought to myself. What if Voldemort's wand and my wand share a connection, a bond? I had read about wands having a relationship before. I got up from my bed and walked over to my bookshelf. I was looking for a book about wands. I finally found the book. It was titled "Wands: Choosing a Wizard." I took the book off the shelf and turned the page until I found what I was looking for. It was on page 47 and it said "Depending on what the core the wand has wands will have certain personalities. However, whether it is a Phoenix feather, Unicorn hair, or Dragon Heartstring wands with a core from the same animal will not be able to kill one another. For example, if you have an unicorn hair wand the wand that has a core from the same unicorn will not be able to kill the person that holds the other wand."
"This is the best news I have heard all day," I thought to myself. This means that Voldemort couldn't kill me because our wands shared a link.
I was so excited between this news and the fact that I would soon be going to school at Hogwarts that I stayed in my room studying so that I would know everything I possibly needed to know for the first day of school. Finally, around 11:30 I decided to go to sleep. I got ready for bed and got under my warm comforter with dreams about how amazing my year at Hogwarts would be.