Harry Potter The Unseen Heroine

"Yer not from a Muggle family. If he'd known who yeh were — he's grown up knowin' yer name if his parents are wizardin' folk. You saw what everyone in the Leaky Cauldron was like when they saw yeh. Anyway, what does he know about it, some o' the best I ever saw were the only ones with magic in 'em in a long line o' Muggles — look at yer mum! Look what she had fer a sister!" Hagrid reassured Harry.

"So what is Quidditch?" Harry again asked. I looked at Hagrid curious as well.

"It's our sport. Wizard sport. It's like — like football in the Muggle world — everyone follows Quidditch — played up in the air on broomsticks and there's four balls — sorta hard ter explain the rules." Hagrid explained.

"And what are Slytherin and Hufflepuff?" Harry continued his barrage of questions.

"School houses. There's four. Everyone says Hufflepuff are a lot o' duffers, but —"

"I bet I'm in Hufflepuff," Harry replied gloomily.

"Better Hufflepuff than Slytherin," said Hagrid darkly. "There's not a single witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin. You-Know-Who was one."

"Vol-, sorry —You-Know-Who was at Hogwarts?" Harry asked stunned.

"Years an' years ago," replied Hagrid.

The dark mood of Voldemort going to Hogwarts hung in the air for a moment...

"Is Ravenclaw a house as well?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, how'd yeh figure out about that?" Hagrid asked me curiously.

"Someone in the book store said I'd be one." I replied shrugging. Hagrid laughed.

"Actually, from what I've seen, yer would make an great Ravenclaw. Now we've got plenty more shoppin to do."

We continued shopping for the next few hours. I did what Harry had done earlier and got my robes fitted, while Hagrid and Harry got our cauldrons, set of scales, and collapsible brass telescope. We all met back up and headed for the Apothecary, which despite it's horrid smell, was still full of enough magical charm to appeal to us. Hagrid got us each a set of potion supplies, while we looked at different exotic ingredients.

Once we exited the Apothecary, Hagrid checked our list's.

"Just yer wands left — A yeah, an' I still haven't got yer birthday presents." Hagrid told us.

Harry began to go red, while I looked at the man in appreciation.

"You don't have to —" Harry said embarrassed.

"I know I don't have to. Tell yeh what, I'll get yer two animals. Not a toad, toads went outta fashion years ago, yeh'd both be laughed at — an' I don' like cats, they make me sneeze. I'll get yer two owls. All the kids want owls, they're dead useful, carry yer mail an' everythin'."

"Thank you Hagrid." I said as we began walking over to the Eeylops Owl Emporium.

"Don' mention it."

Twenty minutes later, both me and Harry had Owl's. Harry had gotten a large Snow Owl, which was sleeping in it's cage. While I had gotten a simallar sized Brown Owl. Who was quietly looking around curiously. Harry kept stuttering out thank you's, which reminded me of Professor Quirrell.

"Like I said, don' mention it," Hagrid said Gruffly. "Don' expect you've had a lotta presents from them Dursleys. Just Ollivanders left now — only place fer wands, Ollivanders, and yer two gotta have the best wands." Hagrid told us.

You could tell by our facial expressions that we were both excited. We made our way down the alley to a narrow and shabby looking shop. On the front door, in peeling gold letters were the words. "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C" A dusty looking wand lay on a purple cushion in the window.

We entered the shop and a bell rang. Hagrid sat in a small chair in the corner of the room, which happened to be the only furniture in the shop. The shop featured thousand of narrow boxes all the way to the ceiling. I assumed those were the wands.

"Good afternoon," A voice sounded. Both me and Harry jumped at the sudden noise. Hagrid did to as he quickly got to his chair.

An old man now stood in front of us. He had wide pales eyes seemed to shine through the otherwise gloomy shop.

"Hello," said Harry awkwardly.

"Good afternoon." I added.

"Ah yes," he began. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you two soon. Sarah Potter." He looked at me. "You look so much like your mother. 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 slightly closer to us, then turned to Harry.

"And Harry Potter, you are almost the spitting image of your father. He 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."

Mr. Ollivander was now so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. I looked at Hagrid who shrugged. This seemed to be normal...

"And that's where…"

I gave a startled gasp as the man touched Harry's scar.

"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he 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…"

Mr Ollivander shook his head, then to both mine and Harry's relief, he spotted Hagrid.

"Rubeus! Rubeus Hagrid! How nice to see you again… Oak, sixteen inches, rather bendy, wasn't it?" Mr Ollivander asked Hagrid.

"It was, sir, yes," replied Hagrid.

"Good wand, that one. But I suppose they snapped it in half when you got expelled?" said Mr. Ollivander, suddenly stern.

"Er — yes, they did, yes," said Hagrid, as he shuffled his feet. "I've still got the pieces, though," he added brightly.

"But you don't use them?" said Mr. Ollivander sharply.

"Oh, no, sir," said Hagrid quickly. Both me and Harry noticed his grip on his pink Umbrella tighten.

"Hmmm," said Mr. Ollivander, giving Hagrid a piercing look. "Well, now — Mr. Potter. Miss Potter. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. And looked between us.

"Ladies first." Harry offered. I nodded as Ollivander turned his full attention to me.

"Which is your wand arm?" Ollivander asked me.

"I guess my right." I replied, a little unsure.

"Hold out you arm." Ollivander told me. I did so. "That's it."

Ollivander began measuring me from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round the head. All the while still talking.

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