MB CHAPTER THREE Disclaimer: I'm no genius – anything you recognise isn't mine only Mira and Caylarium and all the OC's are mine. Oh except Ness… Vanessa Rivers belongs to my best friend – to read an extract of her story search for Cookies-And-Ink in author search.
Disclaimer: I'm no genius – anything you recognise isn't mine only Mira and Caylarium and all the OC's are mine. Oh except Ness…
Vanessa Rivers belongs to my best friend – to read an extract of her story search for Cookies-And-Ink in author search.
Yeah this has been done for ages – I'm not going to lie I got lost in the HPFC Forums and signed up for like ten challenges. Sorry.
Any mistakes are mine. If you're interesting in beta-ing this story PM me or mention it in a review.
Chapter Three – Diagon Alley
Six o'clock came and went and by six-fifteen I was starting to get edgy. Why would they keep us waiting like this? Blaise was still gripped onto my hand and I was starting to think there really was something wrong with our results. My results.
"Miss Black. Mr Zabini." a voice said, my head snapped up and Blaise didn't even twitch. Stood in front of us was John Teller, the man who had escorted us here and just behind him at the desk I could see Nathan Goldstein talking quietly to the receptionist but he was clearly listening into the conversation we were having. I didn't reply but I met Teller's gaze to show that I'm listening for the both of us.
"We have the results of both your assessments" he said.
"And?" I asked much too eagerly than I should have – what if we don't get in?
"You've both passed" he replied, he wore no smile and came across as particularly unfriendly but my heart sored. We were going to Hogwarts. I'm going to Hogwarts. For ten out of twelve months a year we wouldn't have to be at Caylarium Institution at all just the Summer. Besides who would want to go back for Christmas, nobody celebrates Christmas at Caylarium, we have a Christmas tree – to keep up appearances – but no one gets gifts and none of the staff want to be there either. So on Christmas Eve, the rooms are locked and we were given food to get us through the next day, Christmas Day. It's pretty crap.
"Oh thank god" I whispered, Healer Goldstein winked at me from the desk and gave me a smile, files in hand as he strode away.
"Hey they let you in" Blaise breathed to me once Jon Teller returned to the desk to sign us out.
"Shut it Zabini!" I punched him lightly and he coiled his arm round my neck pulling my face to his chest tightly. He ruffled my hair and I squealed, flailing my arms around. Teller gave us a nasty look and reluctantly Blaise let go.
"What a stiff" he whispered with a grin as I tugged my head away and ran my hand through my hair. Silently I agreed, Teller seemed a little touchy perhaps because he still had to take us back to Caylarium or perhaps it was just being around us anyway. Bloody typical.
The car journey back might be fun after all.
Two days later Blaise and I were outside by the lake chucking a Quaffle aimlessly to each other. It was early, too early but somewhere in the next half an hour a teacher from Hogwarts would be arriving to accompany us to Diagon Alley, where we would buy our school stuff. We'd get a wand and all sorts of stuff.
"What do you think the teacher is going to be like?" I asked, chucking the Quaffle high up into the air and watching Blaise have to stumble backwards to catch it.
"Better than Fabian I expect" Blaise replied.
"Anyone would be better than Fabian" I snorted, moving sharply to the side to snatch the Quaffle from the air.
"I expect…" he began.
"Mr Zabini, Miss Black, come inside please" Ella-Louise called from the main house, she'd been ever so tetchy since we'd been accepted to Hogwarts so we followed orders straight away and raced each other back to the house. In the back room were Ella-Louise and another woman. She was taller than Ella-Louise – somewhere around 5'9 most likely. Her hair was short, grey and spikey but it was her eyes that I found vaguely mysterious. They were like cat's eyes, her pupils like slits on orbs of bright yellow set like stone in an age-old and stern face.
"Ah Mira, Blaise, this is Madam Hooch from Hogwarts, she is here to escort you to pick up your Hogwarts equipment" Ella-Louise told us, we stayed quiet for a moment eyeing up the woman, "Well, greet her correctly"
"Good Morning Ma'am" Blaise replied, I followed quickly afterwards otherwise Ella-Louise would skewer me later when we came back.
"Come, we will Floo to Diagon Alley" Madam Hooch said, beckoning Blaise and I forward. My head snapped to her, Floo?
"Perhaps Flooing would not be such a good idea, Mira –" Ella-Louise interrupted.
"Nonsense – I am perfectly aware of the issue. Flooing is a common and popular way of getting around, Black will have to get used to it sooner or later" Hooch retorted, I wasn't sure whether I liked this woman or not. She was technically allowing me the freedom I don't usually get but her tone was cold and to-the-point. Ella-Louise for once seemed speechless as Blaise and I followed Hooch to the fireplace. She handed us both a handful of Floo Powder.
"You know how to do this right?" she asked, we both nodded, "Good, Zabini, you first, then I will follow and then Black you follow after me" Hooch commanded.
"Don't fuck it up Black" Blaise whispered as he passed me.
"Try not to get lost – I know that's hard but at least try" I responded with a grin. Blaise sauntered over to the fireplace.
"DIAGON ALLEY" he shouted, dropping the powder and as soon as it came into contact with the floor a whoosh of green flame sprung up from the ashes. I stepped backwards slightly feeling the flames course through my body even from three metres back. Yet even though I step back my mind wants me to reach out and touch it. I lifted my hand ever so slightly then froze, closing my eyes.
"Right I will go next, then Black, you follow" Hooch commanded, I nodded silently. In a whirl of green flames and spot she disappeared. I stepped forward towards the fireplace but Ella-Louise called my name just as I climbed in.
"If Madam Hooch reports to me that you've caused trouble expect to be in isolation until the night before Hogwarts begins" she warned.
"Yes Miss" I responded.
"Let Blaise know" she added.
"Yes Miss" I paused for a millisecond, "DIAGON ALLEY"
Next thing I knew I'd been spat out into a pub straight onto my arse, looking up at Madam Hooch and Blaise who was smirking a little. I scowled and immediately clambered to my feet, brushing soot off my jeans. For a moment I was confused as to where we were but then I realised this was The Leaky Cauldron. The pub that connected the Muggle world to the Magical one. There wasn't many people inside the pub but we soon moved out into the main Alley, which was practically splitting at the seams with people all rushing about to collect the things that they needed. The main street was fairly narrow, kind of crooked shops towered high above the street and ran all the way down until it reached the majestic white building of Gringrotts. I guessed that was where we'd be heading first - I was right because that seemed to be where Hooch was going. Blaise handed me my key which he'd insisted on looking after because apparently I lost things. I had a trust vault which was all mine but there was seven vaults that I would be entitled to once I was of age. Not that I needed seven more vaults of gold and dark objects there was too much in the trust vault that in the last five years I'd hardly made a dint in the money in there.
When we arrived in Gringrotts main hall, one man in particular stood out: he must have been almost three metres in height with long scraggy black hair and a matching beard. As well as this he was dressed in a long brown trench coat.
"Hagrid" Madam Hooch called out to the man, who turned around and beamed across the hall, hurrying over with a small scrawny black haired boy in tow.
"Madam Hooch, how are you?" he smiled, his voice rough completely contrasting his beaming smile and glittering beetle black eyes.
"I'm very well thank you" she replied, "I see you are escorting Mr Potter to his vault"
Well. Well. Well. What do you know? It's Harry Potter, saviour of the wizarding world. I met Blaise's eyes momentarily and then looked at Harry. His eyes were bright green and the famous lightning bolt scar could only just be seen through his fringe.
"Hi, I'm Harry" he nervously smiled at us.
"Mira" I responded, "And this is Blaise" Blaise simply nodded at him and I rolled my eyes at his crispness, "He's always like that so just ignore him" I told Harry with a faint smile and Blaise just scowled at me.
"Oh right, are you guys are going to Hogwarts then?" Harry asked, looking rather hopeful.
"Yes" boy it felt good to say that, "First year" I smiled, Harry's eyes lit up and he returned the smile.
"Me too" Harry replied.
"You most certainly cannot take Mr Potter down to that vault" Madam Hooch said to Hagrid and Harry and I turned to them. Blaise as usual was already eavesdropping.
"Oh..." Hagrid looked at a loss and Hooch seemed to be thinking something through.
"Potter may come with us since his vault is in the vicinity of our journey" she eventually said as we approached the desk where the Goblin started speaking to Hooch. Hagrid clearly couldn't say no.
"Erm Harry, change of plan, you're going to go with Madam Hooch here - she's the flying teacher and in charge of Quidditch at Hogwarts. You'll meet back with me later" Hagrid told Harry, who nodded and watched as Hagrid disappeared with another Goblin. Poor Harry, getting to hang out with the crazy kids.
"Right let's go" Hooch said as a Goblin named Griphook beckoned us towards a set of gates which led down to the vaults. No one really said anything as we all loaded onto a cart: Hooch and Harry in the front behind Griphook and Blaise and I in the back.
"Vault 686, Miss Black" Griphook said as we stopped. It turned out vault 687 was a Potter trust fund and further down at vault 655 was Blaise's money. Harry's jaw hit the floor when he finally got to see the contents of his vault. He looked like he hadn't ever seen money before so the look on his face was priceless. I guessed he didn't know he had that much money but it appeared that perhaps he hadn't really had any clue that he had any money at all, judging by the hand-me-down clothes anyway.
Speculation about Harry Potter was far and in between since the end of the first wizarding war. No one knew where he was, Albus Dumbledore the Headmaster of Hogwarts had hushed it all up. The prophet had hypothesised, of course, that he was taken by Deatheaters, that he was dead and even more wild accusations such as he was a werewolf and living with a pack in the north of England. However, this was the Daily Prophet we were talking about - hardly a reliable source.
Besides judging by the look of him I'd say Blaise had gotten it right when he leaned over to talk to me as we were leaving Gringrotts "Potter doesn't look very well look very looked after"
I glanced at Harry, he was unnecessarily skinny for an eleven year old, fairly pale and a height that met my 4'9". On top of that his clothes were three sizes too big and his glasses looked like they'd been broken one too many times.
"Miss Black, Mr Zabini" Hooch pulled two letters from her robe pocket and handed them over to us, "These are lists of the equipment you require, I suggest we all start at Madam Malkins and get your uniform and perhaps then if you are in need of more casual wear then we can go to Gladrags for Wizarding or Muggle wear"
Harry and Blaise both nodded along and I had to reluctantly agree too. Personally I would have much preferred to get our wands or pop into Quality Quidditch Supplies.
We entered Madam Malkins store to find that it was quite busy, clearly everyone was shopping today. Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch but there was a downside she was dressed completely in mauve and I'm pretty sure this was the only colour I'd ever seen her.
"Hogwarts, dears?" she said before anyone else could speak, "Got the lot here today — another couple of students being fitted up just now, in fact."
In the back of the shop, a rugged haired boy of about fourteen was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black and yellow robes. Next to him was a pair of older girls probably about seventeen: one dark haired and one red headed getting fitted for black and blue robes. There was one last boy in the far corner with very short dark hair and perhaps too much puppy fat. He was being fitted for plain black robes too so he must be a first year too. I nudged Blaise, "That's your new dorm-mate" I grinned. He snorted and looked distastefully in the direction of the chubby boy.
"Come on dearie, you first" Malkin beckoned me forward, "What's your name?" she asked as she lead me onto an empty stand, slipped a long black robe over my head and began to pin it to the right length.
"Mira" I answered, refraining from using my last name.
"I'm first year" I replied with a frown.
"Of course, of course" she hustled and bustled around me sticking pins in occasionally. Another lady took Harry's arm and he took the place of one of the girls who had been fitted for the black and blue robes. I tried not to think of them as houses, not really, because I knew when Blaise and I were sorted differently we couldn't afford to look at it as two different houses at all. The other girl was soon replaced with Blaise, who was also questioned on his house. I guessed we kind of looked older and acted older but did we really seem like we were already students?
"Why do some people have coloured robes?" Harry asked.
"The colours tell you which house the person is in" I responded with a minute frown. Something told me that Harry hadn't been brought up in the Wizarding world.
"Do you get told what house you're in at Hogwarts?" he questioned, a blank look across his face.
"No you get sorted at the welcoming feast into one of the four houses" I told him as Malkin made me hop down from the stand. Before I knew it I had a pile of uniform in my hands, three sets of robes, skirts, five shirts, a tie, two cardigans and a jumper. It wasn't until Hooch cast a lightening spell on the bag they were being put in that it finally felt manageable to carry.
After we had all paid for our clothing, we went down a side Alley to visit a shop called Gladrags which Hooch had mentioned before. Gladrags was a chain store which sold both ordinary and Muggle clothing. Whilst Harry stuck to mainly Muggle clothing, Blaise and I took a selection from both although Blaise brought more sets of robes than I did as I expected. I rather preferred Muggle clothing, I found it more comfortable.
"Erm Mira" Harry appeared at my side as I was looking for one last set of robes.
"Yeah Harry" I responded, pulling a set of blue robes of the shelf.
"If I was buying Wizarding wear what would I buy?" he asked nervously.
"You should ask Blaise" I smiled.
"I don't think Blaise likes me" Harry responded dully, I laughed.
"He's like that all the time with new people" I brushed off Harry's assumption with a grin, "OI ZABINI!" I shouted across the stop causing several people to look round including Blaise who scowled, "Help Harry pick out some robes!" I called to him, pushing Harry in Blaise's direction with a smirk. I watched as a few words were exchanged between the two boys and then turned back to my own shopping.
Later on I figured Blaise had warmed to Harry as we arrived Flourish and Blotts where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and a few books with nothing in them at all. Blaise happened to be pointing out books such as Curses and Countercurses (Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue-Tying and Much, Much More) by Professor Vindictus Viridian and eventually both boys had picked up a copy.
I pretty much stuck to the magazine section loading Quidditch Weekly, Swish - a comic book - and The Muggle Chronicles, which followed the adventures of Jack and Paul, two mad muggles, into my arms. Although I did vaguely stray into the book section, A, to pick up my school books and B to pick up three other books: Hogwarts: A History, How To Hex Your Friends But More Importantly Your Enemies and Magical Practical Jokes For Practical Jokers. Blaise shook his head unenthusiastically when I reached the checkout but he was grinning besides that especially when I pointed out the Curses and Counter-Curses book
All that came to sixteen and five sickles and Madam Hooch hurried us from the store and down the street to a Magical Items store which I had already forgotten the name of. Hooch wouldn't let us buy solid gold cauldrons because it said pewter on the list but we all got the best set of scales for weighing potion ingredients in and a collapsible brass telescope for astronomy.
After that we went next door to the Apothecary, which was fascinating enough to make up for its horrible smell. It stank. Much like a mixture old socks, bad eggs and rotten vegetables. There was barrels and barrels of slimy stuff stood by the near wall; jars of herbs, dried roots, and bright powders lined the shelves above them; bundles of feathers, strings of fangs, and snarled claws hung down from the ceiling too. Harry examined some silver unicorn horns at twenty-one Galleons each and minuscule, glittery-black beetle eyes, which were five Knuts a scoop.
On the wall behind the desk there were phials, phials and more phials except for the occasional flask and other such glass objects. In the far corner there was a fire and I had to get a hell of a lot closer to see that in the fire were several hundred, squirming, glowing-red fire beetles. I took a step forward when Blaise put his arm out in front of me.
"Hey there, just look, don't touch" he reminded me quietly before slowly pulling me to the desk where Hooch asked the man behind the counter for three supplies of some basic potion ingredients for us.
Outside the Apothecary, Hooch asked Blaise to check his list to see what we had left, "Classroom equipment, a pet and wands" he responded.
Next thing we knew, we were squished inside a very small narrow shop, where the one complete wall was lined with unopened ink bottles. There was rolls and rolls of parchment and four times as many quills to ink bottles. The Quills came in all types: Eagle Owl, Barn Owl, Raven, Snowy Owl, Peacock, Eagle — there were too many to remember. Harry chose Eagle Owl Quills brought plain Green ink but also a pot of ink that changed colour as you wrote. Blaise went for Barn Owl Quills only because I told him the Raven ones looked cliché but he chose to just buy plain old black ink. It took me a while to decide between hippogriff feather and peacock feather Quills but in the end I brought one of each alongside a pot of purple and a pot of blue ink.
As we headed over to Eeylops Owl Emporium, I mentally debated whether it would be an acceptable thing to take a pet back to Caylarium. I mean I'm sure Ness didn't have a pet, although, I couldn't really imagine her having an owl or something.
"Blaise, do you think...?" I began.
"No, you think taking an animal back to that place without you having a clue how to ward its cage or protect it is a good idea?" he answered out of earshot of Harry. I dropped my head, I guess not. I sighed, it would have been nice to have an owl to send mail with or receive mail from.
Twenty minutes later, we left Eeylops Owl Emporium, which had been dark and full of rustling and flickering, jewel-bright eyes. Harry now carried a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wing.
"What do you think I should call her?" he wondered out loud.
"I guess snowy is out of the question?" I smirked, Blaise whacked me as we followed Hooch into a shop which was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as we stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair that Hooch sat on to wait.
For some reason, the back of my neck prickled as I looked up at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. Blaise stood silently to my left close to the door as if something was going to jump off the shelf and bite him whilst Harry ran his fingers scrod an old box leaving dust trails along its surface. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic never mind the fact we were surrounded by magic wands.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Harry jumped even more than I did. An old man was standing before us, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
"Hello," said Harry awkwardly, Blaise, Hooch and I choosing to remain quiet in this situation.
"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 mother's 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 — I can't believe he remembered his mother's wand. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy, Harry was probably really weirded out right now because I certainly was.
"Your father, on the other hand, favoured a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favoured it — it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course." he said, Ollivander had come so close to Harry that they were almost nose to nose, "And that's where…" Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, white finger. Okay that's very odd. My eyes shot to Blaise whose forehead was crinkled in a frown. He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly and waited for the remaining bits to unfold.
"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," Ollivander said softly. "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands… well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do…" He shook his head. I doubted that Voldemort was a ranging psychopath before he was eleven right, Ollivander couldn't have possibly known what was going to do. Harry's eyes nervously swept the room looking for an escape but luckily it seemed that Ollivander was going to continue.
"Hmmm," said Ollivander, scratching his chin with one long finger. "Well, now — Mr. Potter. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"
"Er — well, I'm right-handed," Harry shrugged
"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. What on earth is he measuring? As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."
Harry's eyes widened as he suddenly realised that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.
"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "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 bashfully waved it around a bit, but 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 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. Wand after wand. He had no idea what Ollivander was waiting for and clearly neither did Blaise or I. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the desk, but the more wands Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become. By now Harry looked completely and utterly exhausted and dejected.
"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, raised the wand above his head, bringing 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.
I think Harry has his wand.
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…"
"Sorry," said Harry, "but what's curious?" I wrinkled my nose, that felt like a 'shouldn't have asked' question to me. Ollivander fixed Harry with his pale stare.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather — just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother — why, its brother gave you that scar."
Harry visibly swallowed and Blaise's head snapped round from the shelf as I stared non-believingly at Ollivander. Harry and Voldemort have brother wands. What the fuck?
"Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember… I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter… After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things — terrible, yes, but great."
Great things? I don't think the things Voldemort did can be considered great or even moderately okay. Harry shivered. Blaise snorted lightly but Ollivander didn't seem to notice, I did though. I met Blaise's eye who was frowning.
"What the fuck—" I mouthed, he shrugged and nodded his head ever so slightly, discretely. I turned my head to see Ollivander staring at me.
"Miss Black" I gritted my teeth as he spoke, "I remember your father's wand was a particularly long one, fifteen inches, unicorn hair and ivy, kind of bent" he said, clicking his fingers so that the fallen measuring tape jumped to life and began to repeat the process it did for Harry. As this happened, Ollivander began pulling boxes out from the shelves and then pushing them back on.
"Ah-ha, let's try this one" he said, sliding a deep green box off the shelf, "Beech and phoenix feather, fourteen inches" he handed me the wand, as soon as I took it felt wrong but Ollivander urged me to give it a wave so I did and successfully de-shelved about fifty boxes from their places. He whipped it away from me muttering to himself.
"Ivy and unicorn tail, thirteen and three quarter inches" he smiled as I took the wand from him, it felt better but not right as I waved it and almost smashed the window. Ollivander took that from me too and hunted the shelves for the next try.
"Ivy and Dragon Heartstring, thirteen and a quarter inches, try this" he said pulling a wand from a blue box. Again this wand felt right, I reckoned it would work for me but there was still something wrong. Ollivander watched as the wand produced a line of purple smoke as I waved it through the air but he didn't snatch it away he just stayed still, eyeing me as if confused.
"Is this it?" I asked.
"I'm not sure" he confessed, "Does it feel right?" Ollivander asked, I shook my head and then flicked my fringe out of my eyes.
"Well no not completely — I think I could use it but it's not quite right" I responded, my ears were ringing and I tilted my head to the side a little. That's weird. My eyes darted down the shelves behind him and Ollivander eyed me with curiosity.
"Please..." he stepped to the side and beckoned for me to enter the shelves, hesitating I wondered why he was doing this. Blaise gave me a little nudge and I moved forward, as I did the ringing in my ears got a little louder. I focused on the ringing and followed it as it got higher in pitch. I went deeper into the store and I swear it got dark and the shelves got closer together until I stopped looking up to the left. There near the top, sticking out was a deep blue box with what looked like centuries of dust on it. Ollivander loitered behind me and slowly he slid the ladder across for me.
"What if —" I began.
"You won't be wrong" he said firmly, his eyes a little crazier than before so I climbed up the ladder and ran my fingers across the box in question.
Three Hundred A.D. was written on it in silver lettering.
Holy Shit. That's an old wand. Next to it was a space with a small amount of dust in it. That one must have been taken fairly recently.
"Made from an infusion of Silver Maple and Ivy, Dragon Heartstring, thirteen and three quarter inches in length" Ollivander said as I pulled said box from the shelf, "Last time I sold something with Silver Maple must have been - hmmm - say, twenty years ago and before that well I haven't sold one" he said, "But since I check the records recently - the last one before that was sold in 1832"
I'm not stupid - wands often run in families so there is a strong possibility that the last wand he sold was my mothers.
"The last one that you sold..." I trailed off.
"The last one I sold was in 1971" he responded as I reached the bottom of the ladder opening the box. I was hit by a wall of magic and I breathed in deeply as I fingered the velvet the dark silvery wand was lying on. I said nothing more as Ollivander took the box and a held the wand out in front of me. I waved it in front of me and a stream of purple and silver sparks shot from the end instantly brightening the gloomy space between the shelves. My ears instantly stopped the ringing that had been almost overbearing before. Yes! I have my own wand.
"Oh bravo! I very rarely get to sell something so rare!" Ollivander clapped his hands together in delight, whisking the wand away and back into the box. I felt oddly lost without it and I scowled as I followed him back out into the main store where he wrapped the box in brown paper and placed it next to Harry's. Speaking of Harry, I stood next to him as Ollivander set to work measuring up Blaise.
"So you didn't get a wand that is brother to crazy man's then?" Harry whispered.
"No not quite, it's just under one thousand seven hundred years old though and it kind of called to me" I muttered.
"It called to you?"
"Yeah I heard ringing and it got louder and you heard him" I paused, "it's the wand that chooses the wizard" I said in an ominous voice, Harry bit back a laugh and I grinned at him.
"Mr Zabini" Ollivander picked a box from behind the desk, "Apple wood, unicorn tail hair, eleven and three quarter inches" he said, handing Blaise the wand. He immediately waved it through the air and a shower of bright green and gold sparks fell to the floor.
"You had to do it first time didn't you" I sighed with a roll of my eyes as Blaise twirled the wand in his fingers before passing it back to Ollivander to wrap up in its box.
"Of course Miss Black, would I do it any other way?" he retorted, forgetting he was in public for a moment. Harry laughed as I snorted and Blaise just smiled a little before falling quiet.
"Of course you wouldn't - arrogance is a rather annoying quality of yours" I grinned, he only returned the grin and paid seven gold Galleons for his wand. Harry and I fished out seven galleons each and we paid too collecting our wands before Ollivander bowed us from his shop.
I was well aware that the day was almost over now as we headed back towards the leaky cauldron in search of Hagrid for Harry. Hooch, who I'd barely noticed all day even if she had been directing us around the Alley, hadn't been as bad as I'd expected. I was half expecting her to say we'd done something wrong or report us to Ella-Louise for doing something wrong.
I looked to Harry who also looked quite depressed to be returning home, even when a man bowed at him as we reached the courtyard of the leaky cauldron. The boy was like royalty. Hagrid greeted Harry with a massive bear hug and Harry had to force a grin across his face. I smiled as Hooch spoke to Hagrid, "Right Hagrid, we must be off, see you back at the school"
"Bye Mira, bye Blaise" Harry said.
"See you on the train Harry" I smiled, waving while Blaise just nodded over to him. Hooch lead us back to the floo, both of us carrying a trunk behind us which Hooch had charmed weightless before.
"Right, Black, Zabini, this is where I leave you. Black you go first" she said, holding out a pot of powder for me take some. I scooped up a handful and pushed my trunk into the fireplace. Finally I stood next to trunk and as the powder dropped to the floor I said clearly, "Caylarium Institution"
I was snatched up in a whirlwind green flame and ash, watching as fireplace after fireplace flashed past before I stumbled into the Main Room at Caylarium, trunk following closely afterwards. Unfortunately Jake was stood, arms folded next to the door and I met his stare.
"Over by the wall Black" he said, jerking his head to the far wall, "Leave the trunk" he added. Mentally I sighed and hurried over to the wall just as Blaise swanned out from the fireplace, green flames erupting around him. I bit my lip knowing that doing something stupid now would be bad news. Jake directed Blaise to stand next to me, he was going to search our stuff as always when someone came back from shopping and stupidly I'd forgotten that. My face must have dropped because Blaise spoke.
"Please tell me you didn't..."
"Erm..." I blanched a little, Blaise dropped his head backwards.
"Couldn't you think for one second stop and think" he breathed. I ignored him, it wasn't like he was going to have to explain why he has a prank kit in the bottom of his trunk. How the fuck did I forget about this? I'd forgotten that we had to come back here and it was just my luck that Jake searched Blaise's trunk first because he'd dismiss him and I would be left alone. I stood, my hands fidgeting behind me watching as Jake finished and told Blaise to leave. He did quickly without even looking back at me — I hate it when he does that.
"Well, look at this..." Jake smirked to himself about thirty seconds later pulling out the purple box, "You didn't even try to hide it" he seemed surprised at my stupidity. He should — I'm not usually as oblivious. I just kept staring at my shoes which were coated in a thin layer of ash.
"Is this all you have?" he asked me still examining the contents of my trunk, I nodded, "Get upstairs to the main office"
I cringed inwardly, "Look I picked up the wro—" I began.
"I don't want to hear it Black, get out and see Ella-Louise now!" he spat, slamming the trunk shut, making me jump and quickly hurry up to the first floor. My hand hovered next to the office door for a split second before I firmly knocked on it.
"Come in" her voice was deadly calm, almost cheerful but I knew it wasn't, everyone knows that. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. She didn't look up from the magazine she was reading so I closed the door behind me and stood anxiously waiting for her to speak. It must have been seven-ish minutes before she closed the magazine and stood up leaning back against the desk in front of me. I opened my mouth then close it again — she's waiting for me to speak out of turn. After another long moment she broke the silence.
"Did something go wrong Mira?" she asked, bending down to my level.
"No" I replied quietly lowering my gaze.
"Look at me Mira, no what?"
I raised my head slightly and stared at the spot in between her eyes, "No Miss"
"Good so why are you up here?"
"Because I brought something I shouldn't, I for—"
"I'm not interested in your excuses Mira, I'm more interested in an apology and how we're going to deal with it"
I shuffled on the spot, wondering what punishment I would have to do. This was more of a minor offence compared to what had happened with Joanna and I imagine Callum probably had to do some kind of chore for the Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder incident.
"I'm sorry" I said and before I even realised I'd forgotten to add Miss her hand connected with my cheek. I winced and reached up to cup my cheek but she grabbed my wrist.
"You can apologise properly in the morning but right now the garden behind the lake needs degnoming" she said, my mouth dropped open.
"That will take all night" I gasped.
"Yes I expect it will" she smiled, letting go of my wrist, "Better get to it then" I didn't even bother asking about dinner, I knew already that I had no chance of eating tonight. Grudgingly I left the office and headed out through the main door. Callum caught up with me outside.
"Mira!" he shouted, running over to me, "How was Diagon Alley?"
"It was good, one day you'll get to go too" I smiled, turning to him. He'd get to go when he was eight — the rules specified that you would be allowed to go to Diagon Alley with supervision then. I realised he was staring at me as we walked around the lake.
"She hit you didn't she" he said, I ruffled his hair with a smile.
"I have to de-gnome the garden" I replied.
"All of it!?
"No. No just the bit behind the lake"
"That's going to take forever" he said as we reached the area behind the lake, "I'll help you" I smiled at him, there was no way he'd be able to throw the gnomes.
"Tell you what, you spot them and I'll chuck them into the next field past the wards" I said.
"I can throw them too" he scowled at me like he was a three year old but let me help him up onto the fence instead. After an hour of throwing gnomes and around and telling Callum all about Diagon Alley I sent him for dinner and told him that he wasn't allowed to come back out because he needed his sleep.
Around about ten o'clock Blaise appeared with a smuggled out Fish Finger Sandwich.
"Having fun?" he quipped, handing me the sandwich. I happily flopped to the floor and took a huge bite from my sandwich.
Fish finger sandwiches were my weakness.
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