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Chapter Three: The number 11

Harry woke up with a start it was his eleventh birthday so Harry ran took a shower threw some clothes on and ran down the stairs to see what was for breakfast.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Everyone shouted as he came running in.

Harry was shocked, yes it was his birthday but he hadn't expected everyone to be over this early in the morning.

"Hey guys, what you doing here so early?" He asked walking towards Ron and Ginny.

"It's your birthday" Ron answered dumbly.

"Happy Birthday Harry" Ginny said hugging him.

"Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George there's breakfast on the table help yourself" Aunt Sarah was saying.

They all ran to the table Harry sat down in his normal spot with Ginny on his left and Ron on his right, Fred and George across from him. Aunt Sarah at the head.

"Where's Mrs. Weasley?" Harry asked.

"Oh her and Mr. Weasley will be over later today for the official party." Aunt Sarah told him.

"How did they get here?" He asked.

"They spent the night last night after you went to bed." She said smiling then continued eating.

"Ron do you mind?" Ginny asked cringing at her brother stuffing his face and not slowing down.

"Whhhgh?" Ron asked stuffing his face still.

"You're disgusting and you're a guest so act like one" She said going back to her food.

"This is very good Miss Evans" Ginny said politely

"Thank you Ginny" Aunt Sarah said smiling over at her.

Everyone ate then headed outside to fly a little bit before the party that was in a couple hours.

Harry was flying around the quidditch pitch in the back yard aunt Sarah had built, when he saw Ginny alone just enjoying peace and quiet with her eyes shut. Harry went speeding past her to scare her.

"Harry!" he heard her shout.

Harry circled back around and slowed down next to her.

"You scared me" She accused him poking him in the arm.

"Sorry couldn't help it when I saw your eyes closed." He told her with a smile.

"Ginny! Boys! Come in and get cleaned up for the party" Aunt Sarah was shouting from the door.

"Coming Aunt Sarah!" He shouted back heading down to land.

Ginny landed soon after Harry did she was pink in the face and it made Harry smile.

"Hey Ginny come on," He said offering his hand.

Ginny timidly took his hand and he led her back up to the house.

"I'll see you after your shower" He said once they got up to the house.

Ginny and all the boys went to shower and change into nicer clothes for the party.

Harry got done first and headed down stairs to find Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley along with Remus Lupin, and a large man named Hagrid. A few minutes later Professor Dumbledore showed up along with a man about the same age as Aunt Sarah.

When Aunt Sarah saw him she ran over to him and gave him a hug, then brought him over to Harry to introduce him.

"Harry this is Michael Dimitrov, he's a good friend of mine and he's a professional quidditch player." She told him as Harry shook his hand.

"Hi Harry how you on your birthday?" He asked smiling at him.

"Very Good, Sir" Harry said smiling.

"Just call me Michael." He said.

"Harry! Over here!" Fred and George were calling him.

"I'll see you later Harry" Michael said smiling.

Harry walked towards Fred and George and as he did he looked over his shoulder at Michael and saw he had aunt Sarah's hand was talking to her.

"Time to eat lunch" Mrs. Weasley was announcing setting the table with food.

The Party was dwindling down and the weasleys were getting ready to leave and Hagrid was talking to Aunt Sarah.

Aunt Sarah walked over to Harry with Hagrid then told him that he was going to take him to Diagon alley to get him an owl for his birthday and get some money out of his vault for his school supplies he would get in a couple weeks.

A couple weeks later Aunt Sarah and Harry went to Diagon alley to get his school supplies.

"Ok we'll start with your robes as those will need to be fitted." Aunt Sarah was saying as they walked through Diagon Alley.

They walked into a shop called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.

"Hogwarts?" she asked seeing Harry. "Got the lot here-another young man being fitted up just now, in fact.

In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.

"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms."

Harry tuned him out as he continued talking only when he needed a response from him.

Finally Madame Malkin was saying, "That's you done, my dear," and Harry, not sorry for an excuse to stop talking to stop talking to the boy, hopped down from footstool.

"Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," said the drawling boy.

Finally after going in lots of shops to get books, cauldrons, telescopes they only had one thing left to get, a wand.

As they walked in a shop called Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.c.

"Good Afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry jumped.

An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Hello," said Harry awkwardly.

"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mothers eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."

Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Harry. Harry wished he would blink. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy.

"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it- it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."

"Ah, Sarah Evans I remember you too of course" he said moving to measure his wand hand then going back to get a wand for him to try.

"Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."

Harry took the wand and waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.

"Maple and Phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try-"

Harry tried – but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.

"No, no – here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on try it out"

Harry tried. And tried. He had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.

"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere – I wonder, now – yes, why not – unusual combination – holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

Harry took the wand. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. Aunt Sarah came over and squeezed his shoulders and Mr. Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well…how curious…how very curious…"

He put Harry's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, "Curious…curious…"

They paid seven gold Galleons for his wand, and Mr. Ollivander bowed them from his shop.

A/N there you go and I got all the Diagon alley stuff from the book just so you guys know I unfortunately don't own Harry or Ginny for that matter.