Chapter 2

Ollivanders, the premier wand shop of Britain and the shop of Garrick Ollivander, the premier wand maker of Britain. The shop where the brightest and the greatest wizards and witches of Britain got their wands from.

Now, it was my current destination and as we walked towards the shop, I couldn't help but wonder exactly what kind of wand I would get. I was even more curious about why wands were a thing in a world where Zatara family and Dr. Fate were a thing. Sure it could be just that HP wizards were stupid but somehow I doubted it.

Though they definitely were eccentric as it was proved by Garrick Ollivander suddenly appearing from behind some shelves on a ladder and scaring Mcgonagall.

"Minerva Mcgonagall, dragon heartstring made out of fir wood, nine and a half inches. I hope that it still serves well." The wand maker asked as he got down from his ladder.

"Just as good as the day I bought it." Mcgonagall said with a smile as she showed the mentioned wand.

"And this young lad is a new addition to our little world I believe." Ollivander smiled down at me with a grandfatherly smile, it looked kinda creepy on him.

"I shall await for you outside." Mcgonagall said and seeing my confused expression she elaborated.

"Getting your first wand is something we consider to be… special. An occasion that is best experienced by yourself." She said with a kind smile and left the shop after I nodded to her.

"Now let's see… try this, unicorn hair core made out of yew wood, nine inches." Ollivander said as he handed me a wand and took a step back.

"Go on, give it a flick." And I did. It was an action followed by two boxes flying out of their shelves.

"Nope not that one." Ollivander said as he plucked the wand out of my hand and gave me another one.

"Phoenix feather core made out of maple wood, eleven inches. Give it a flick." This time the clock on the wall fell to the ceiling. I know it sounds weird but that was what happened. The clock sped towards the ceiling, broke upon the contact and the pieces stayed on the ceiling.

"Not that one either." Ollivander said the obvious as he swapped the wand in my hand with another one and the shenanigans continued.

None of the wands Ollivander gave me were exactly... happy at the thought of being wielded by me and they made that opinion clear by causing further destruction in the shop. Boxes that flew out of their shelves, decorations cracking and sometimes even exploding thought there had been one wand that had a reaction far more memorable than the others.

"Unicorn hair core made out of cherry wood, eight and a quarter inches." I didn't even get to wave the wand before it felt out of my hands at a speed no mere stick should be capable of and pierced the wall right next to Ollivander's face, actually leaving a thin line of blood on the old man's face.

"I am not sure I ever saw a customer who had been rejected THAT harshly." Wand maker said as he wiped the blood off of his face and focused back on me.

"A rather tricky customer aren't you?" He said with a slightly manic look in his eyes and i just smiled innocently at him, a perk of being eleven years old.

"Maybe... hmmm... why not..." Ollivander said as he brought out a box from behind the shop and gave the wand inside it to me. The moment my fingertips touched the ornate piece of wood I could feel it.

This was it.

Yellow sparks came out of the wand's tip and then those sparks came together to form a small ball that then made a very small explosion much like a firework.

"Powdered Erumpent horn core made out of ironwood tree, thirteen inches." Ollivander whispered but I could hear it loud and clear.

"A wand that I made in my youth in order to see if it could be done. One that I never thought that I would sell." Ollivander said.

"Why is that?"

"A wand is a focus for magic, something that can have our magic flow through it. Both Erumpent horn and ironwood tree are known to be very resistant to magic. Not to mention the wand's length... thirteen is considered to be an unlucky number and in most magics that require numbers one tends to avoid using thirteen for anything. I can say without hesitation that the wand in your hand is probably the worst magical wand in anyone else's hands, as a matter of fact I remember it burning another customer's hand when I had them try it, but it seems to be taken with you mister Richards." Ollivander explained with a smile and I couldn't help but look at the wand in my hand in wonder.

"Now, that will be seven galleons."

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The rest of the rip had been rather tame compared to the small adventure at the wand shop, not that I was complaining much about it.

Now we were in a book store instead where Mcgonagall was explaining the many different classes that I would be taking in my first year at Hogwarts and the books that I would be needing in those classes.

"And do remember, in potions and defense against the dark arts classes you are expected to do some amount of reading before the classes." She ended her explanation as she gave me another book, though I was wondering how many students would actually take her advice to the heart rather than laze around like proper eleven year olds would.

That was when a certain book got in my sight as we were crossing the story book section. A dark purple book with a girl riding on a dragon on its cover and the title written in golden letters.

'Adventures of Violet Potter the Girl Who Lived!'

Blink.

Blink blink.

Ok, the fuck?!