Brother vs. Brother

The Coolest Phoenix Family Ever

Harry/Hadrian's P.O.V

"Supply list, supply list, where did I put it...?" I see Neville muttering. "Hey, if you forgot it, we can just use mine." I tell him. He nods gratefully. I pull the thing out, mentally figuring out what we already have. 

Uniform...yeah, we'll need those. Dragon-hide Gloves...we can probably use hand me downs, no use in wasting perfectly good gloves. Winter clock...well, we already have those. Knowing Neville, Sirius and Remus probably already put name tags in his stuff. The books we probably already have, and memorized, so no need to get those. Cauldrons. Hmm, we could use new ones, I don't much want to use hand me downs for Potions. I've heard Professor Snape can snap at the smallest things, including old cauldrons. (Skipping telescope and phials.) A pet could be nice for both of us, but perhaps not one of the recommended ones. And a wand. Gonna need that! 

After coming to a conclusion, I tell Remus and Sirius to go for the cauldrons, telescopes, and phials. Sirius wears a mischievous look on his face, so I can guess prank supplies count as school supplies in his book. Meanwhile, Neville and I will go to Madam Malkin's (She's the uniform lady right?) for our uniforms and then to Ollivander's for wands. Along the way, I'll tell him that we should look for familiars, which he will most definitely agree to because he loves animals, and especially magical ones.

As we walk out of the uniform shop, a boy around our age crashes into Neville. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" he shouts. "Gee, from how it looked to me, you walked into him." I tell him. The boy seems to consider that for a moment. "Sorry, I guess." Neville accepts the apology, always one to forgive easily. 

"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Who are you?" The kid, whom I know now is Draco, asks. "I'm Neville, and this is my brother, Hadrian! But he prefers Harry. It's nice to meet you!" Neville jumps in before I can say anything. 

Draco looks at me, perhaps asking, 'Is he always like that?'. I respond with a shrug. My brother is indeed incredibly energetic. "Where are your parents?" Draco questions. "I could be saying the same to you." I reply, maybe a little hostility. "I'm here with my Mother. My Father," The blond haired boy pauses for a second. "is elsewhere." 

I assume his Mother is getting his books, and that he's getting the other stuff. "We're here with our fathers. They're getting the books, while we get wands and such." Neville answers. "See you around," I pull Nev away from the scene in what I hope is a discreet manner. I almost miss the "You, too," from Draco.

"What's your deal? He seemed nice enough!" My twin snaps angrily once we're out of earshot. "Didn't you hear his surname? Malfoy. Malfoy, Neville! Those guys aren't known for their kindness! I'll bet you he was just being nice because he thought that we're purebloods!" I rant. "Well, we kind've are!" Neville shouts. He's wrong about that. Though Sirius is, Remus is a halfblood, making us three quarters pure blood. And then, if you want to factor in our past selves, I'm a halfblood and Neville's pureblood. Honestly, the Malfoy's blatant mistreatment of muggleborns disgusts me, so why assume Draco's any different? "Just drop it, Nev." I say, trying to sound stern. 

For the rest of the walk to Ollivanders, Neville and I don't speak. I open the door, but Neville pulls me back. "Sorry." he apologizes. "Me too," And with that, all is forgiven. I go for the door again. "after you, brother." I smirk. We walk in. "Hello, noble heirs of house Black." Ollivander greets. 

(Warning: I have no ideas as to how to write this scene. So forgive me for cringey, noobish writing.) 

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Neville greets. I frown internally. This guy radiates creepiness. "Here for your wands, I take it?" I nod. The sooner we get out of here the better. He measures our wand arms (Right for me, left for Nev.) and starts taking box after box after box out from his oh-so dusty shelves.