The Philosophers Stone - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

6: The Wand

Y/N walked in silence from then on.

He said nothing when Madam Malkin handed him his newly made school robes.

He said nothing as Dumbledore led him outside and brought him from shop to shop buying his equipment.

He said nothing as Dumbledore mentioned that he might want a pet. Despite his love for animals.

He said nothing as he emerged from the pet store with his new icey white cat, mewing in his arms. Despite him affectionately rubbing its head anyway.

Dumbledore could even say he was a little concerned. Annie had mentioned that he was quiet, but this was abysmally quiet.

"Only Ollivanders left now. We need a wand for you don't we?" Dumbledore told him with a warm smile.

Y/N would be lying if he said he wasn't excited about getting a wand. But he couldn't bring himself to smile.

Dumbledore stopped outside the wand shop, placing his hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Getting your first wand is a very personal affair Y/N. I shall wait outside for you while you receive your wand."

Y/N nodded and said nothing. He left his white cat outside with Dumbledore and opened the door and entered the shop.

The sound of a bell rang through the small room as Y/N examined his surroundings.

It was a tiny place, empty except for a single spindly chair. There were thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic.

"Good afternoon."

Y/N jumped. An old man was standing before him, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Ah... I thought I might be seeing you here sometime soon Y/N L/N."

Y/N stayed silent.

"Not much of a talker eh? No matter. There will be no need for speech for this test."

The man, who Y/N assumed to be Ollivander, started measuring his dominant arm, Y/N noticed that the tape measure was doing this on its own.

Ollivander then busied himself with looking through his stash of narrow boxes.

"Here, try this one Mr L/N, Birch Wood, unicorn hair, eleven and a half inches."

Y/N held the wand in his hand awkwardly, but Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.

"Here try this - ebony, phoenix feather, nine and three quarter inches."

Y/N attempted to at least try and wave this wand a little, however, it too, was snatched away by Ollivander.

"Cedar Wood, Dragon heartstring core, ten inches."

Y/N took it, finally, he felt a warm rush if air flow through his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, and brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a steam of green and orange sparks shot from the end like a firework.

Y/N was filled with such a sudden surge of elation that he just had to speak.

"Thank you." he said quietly.

"You're quite welcome." Ollivander said, sounding quite pleased. "The wand chooses the wizard after all."

Y/N exited the wand shop after that, immediately, the cat jumped into his arms. He absent-mindedly stroked behind its ears, it purred contently.

"I believe that should be everything." Dumbledore beamed.

They both proceeded to return to the archway.

"Thank you for helping me Professor," Y/N thanked the elderly wizard. "I'm sorry if I wasn't very communicative with you."

Dumbledore waved off the apology. "I understand. Its acceptable after what I told you."

"I do have one last question though sir."

"Fire away."

"What happened to my father after my mother was punished?"

Dumbledore looked sympathetic. "Well, despite not being married, your father was heartbroken at the death of your mother. In a crazed state, he hung himself."

Y/N looked down. "Thank you for telling me sir."

They finally reached the archway. Dumbledore stuck out his hand.

"Well its been a pleasure to meet you Y/N. I hope to see at Hogwarts on the 1st of September.

Y/N smiled and shook his hand. "I look forward to it sir."

Then, they walked through the archway and returned to the muggle world.