Harriet made it to a dark blue painted shop with gold lettering displaying the name 'Ollivanders'. It had that particular aura of mystery that made you feel nervous, just standing before it. Like it held all the secrets.
Harriet entered through the door which gave a soft tinkling noise. Inside smelt musky and dusty. It seemed kind of gloomy and the walls were lined with small rectangular boxes, stacked to the ceiling.
"Good afternoon," a soft voice said.
Harriet spun around. An old man with pale eyes emerged from the back of the shop.
Harriet asumed this was Ollivander. Who else could it be?
"Hello," she said awkwardly.
"Ah yes. Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon, Harriet Potter." Ollivander smiled. It looked a bit eerie, to be honest. His voice only supported the vibe.
"You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday that she was in here buying her own wand. Ten and a quarter inches, swishy , willow. Good for charms. Your father, however, favored a mahogany wand, eleven inches. Well I say your father favored it. It's really the wand that chooses the wizard. Now let's see. Which is your wand arm." Ollivander spoke, rumaging around in a drawer, barely visible under all the boxes.
Harriet thought about it. She could write with both hands but she had no clue how to define a wand arm.
"I'm ambidexterous," she answered, confused.
"Brilliant," Olivander said, holding up a tape measure"Hold out your arms -that's it."
The tape mesure sprang to life and began mesuring from shoulder to finger, from shoulder to floor and from knees to armpits. Ollivander had started hurrying around the shop at a suprising speed for his obvious age, pulling boxes out here and there.
"Here," he said, offering her a wand. "Try this one."
The tape measure that had been taking the distance between her nostrils fell away.
Harriet took it and looked at him questioningly.
"Well, give it a wave!" Ollivander exclaimed.
Harriet swished down the wand. Nothing happened. She was about to apologise but before she could speak she was handed another wand to try. Then, when that didn't work either, another.
With every failed wand, Ollivanders enthusiasm seemed to grow exponentially. The man seemed to relish in having a tricky customer.
The final wand he handed her felt warm in her hand. Even before she waved a pattern in the air conjuring a dance of silver and gold sparks, she knew this was the one. Ollivander seemed to know aswell.
"Curious. .. very curious. " Ollivander pondered, looking thoughtful.
"Sorry, but what's curious?" Harriet asked. Was something wrong?
Ollivander gave a wry smile.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold," he said, "And as it happens the phoenix who gave the tail feather for your wand gave another. Just one other. It is curious how this wand chose you when It's brother - it's brother- gave you that scar..."
He gave Harriet a scrutinising, yet remorseful look.
"I think we may expect great things from you Ms. Potter. After all. .. You -know -who did great things. Terrible. But great."
'No pressure or anything,' Harriet thought to herself.
Exiting the shop, she was called over to a bench by hagrid who had been feeding pigeons and waiting patiently. Next to him, happily feasting on some hazelnuts, was a beautiful snowy owl with delicate black patterns running through her fur.
"Happy Birthday again, Harriet!" he grinned handing her the cage.
Harriet stammered her thanks, whilst trying to hide tears of gratitude. She carefully placed the owl next to her and hugged the guy. Hagrid patted her back.
On the way back to the train station they spoke of magical creatures. Harriet could not get over the fact that dragons were real. DRAGONS!
Sure, unicorns were nice too but, dragons! There were dragons!
It was like the best thing ever! NO! It was the best thing ever! Harriet had so many questions. What dragons were there? Did they have a specific habitat? What did they eat?
Hagrid chuckled at her enthusiasm and got to answering the bombardment of questions.
When they arrived at their destination, Hagrid helped her onto a train that would take her back to Surrey and the Dursley's and gave her a parchment envelope and her train ticket. Harriet smiled and thanked him again.
"Your ticket for Hogwarts," he told her pointing at the envelope, "First September. Kings cross. See Yeh soon. " He grinned, "an' good luck,Harriet!"
"Thank you again!" Harriet smiled. "See you!"
The trin pulled out of the station, Harriet quickly finding a seat. Pulling out one of the books she had purchased earlier she began to read, letting herself be whisked away by facts of the magic world.
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