Chapter Seven

All school supplies had been bought by Petunia's parents now all she had to do was get a wand. The evening sky was now pitch black, and Lily became tired. While Petunia's parents went to the Eeylops Owl Emporium for her messaging owl, she went to Ollivanders with Lily. When they stepped into the old and cracked store, it was filled with dust and overall very messy. There was parchment paper on the ground and boxes filled to the ceiling. Lily who was still holding Petunia's hand stood quietly by her side as they were greeted by the man himself Ollivander.

" Good evening misses how can I help you today?" Ollivander said with a small smile.

"Good evening sir Ollivander I came here to purchase a wand," Said Petunia with a slight smile. The wise wandmaker stayed quiet for a moment looking at Petunia with an appraising look. "mmm..."

During the awkward silence, Petunia felt the need to straighten her back and stand strong. After a long while, Ollivande started with the questions.

"Which hand is your wand hand?" "Right-hand sir" Ollivander went into the back of his store looking through multiple boxes, in the end, he pulled out three different ones. As he placed them on the counter he messaged for Petunis to come closer. Petunia let go of Lily's hand and walked up to the counter where he started to explain the three different wands.

"Remember before trying these wands that the wand chooses the wizard," Petunia nodded. "Very well then, this first want is Ashwood, with dragon string core slightly supple and 11 1/3 inches long!" Ollivander said excitedly.

As Petunia took the wand in her hands it instantly shattered all the glasses in the store. Looking guilt-stricken she immediately apologized, but Ollivander told her not to worry since she was not the first one it happened to. Lily was first tired now looked wide awake and visible startled.

Ollivander looked at Petunia again and immediately took all three boxes away and came back with a new one as he opened the box inside was a brown wand with a small and simple carved handle, at the end of the wand was carved petunia flower.

Petunia took the wand in her hand and immediately felt a sense of belonging. The wand cast a soft and warm glow.

"Marvellous, your wand is made from Ashwood with a white river monster spine as the core, this is probably one of the only times I used river monster spine as a core. It is mostly used by American wandmakers. It is slightly supple and exactly 13 3/10 inches. Ashwood cleaves to it's one and true master, therefore, it is not good for passing down to your latter family. If so, it will lose skill and power. Witches or wizard with Ashwood is not slightly swayed from their beliefs or purposes. The owners for such wands are usually stubborn, courageous but never crass or arrogant. Ashwood is good for protective spells and defensive magic. White river monster spine is an uncommonly used core, but it produces spells of force and elegance. It has a large subject range, the core is good for transfiguration, herbology, defence against the dark arts, care of magical creatures, and potions. You are sure to do great things if you set your mind to it," Ollivander said with a kind smile.

"Thank you very much, sir, how much do I need to pay?" Petunia said lost in thought. She never thought she would feel the attached to a wand and it is so beautifully made, made all the more special for her. "That would be 7 galleons dear," Ollivander said. Petunia handed over the money and realized she had some galleons over and asked: "Would I be able to buy a cleaning set and wand holder?"

Petunia ended up leaving the store with a full cleaning set, wand holder, the box in which the wand has laid and an astonished Lily. As they walked out of the door Petunia saw her parents walking in her direction with Professor McGonagall. In the hand of my father was a white feathered eagle owl. It looked very arrogant, to say the least.

"It seems we are done here," Professor McGonagall said with a slight smile. It was clear the professor was tired and wanted to go to her respective home.

As she brought us back again with Apparation, while somehow her mother stayed unaffected, father was trying to hold it in, lily puked on the side-walk and Petunia look like she would be sick for days.

Father, Lily and Petunia walked inside but their mother still had a little talk with Professor McGonagall. "Mrs Evans here is the ticket for your daughter, she will need it for the Hogwarts express," Professor McGonagall said. "Thank you, professor!" Carol exclaimed.

As she heard about Hogwarts and magic plus the fact that her daughter is a witch she could not be more proud of her eldest. As she bid goodbye and went inside.

Her husband was in the kitchen making himself a cup of tea while Petunia was trying to get Lily to sleep.

She heard the bickering upstairs where Petunia exclaimed in a calm voice that Lily was old enough to sleep in her bed. Lily, on the other hand, said that she would not sleep and she argued that Petunia would leave at the end of summer. The argument ended with petunia sighing and Lily being allowed to sleep with her.

As it turned silent upstairs Carol went to her husband who had two cups of tea in his hands. The sat on the couch in the living room silently sipping their tea. They were both lost in thought but after one cup of tea, Carol decided she would go sleep giving her husband a kiss on the cheek she walked upstairs.

Softly opened Petunia's room. Her walls were a soft and light Lilac, in her room was a desk, bed, closet and small bookshelf. Her desk that was normally neat and organized was not filled with bags from Daigon Alley and her Eagle-owl was still in his cage asleep. The owl was placed on the small sofa which laid at the end of the bed.

Carol smiled when she looked at her two daughters together in bed sleeping peacefully. She walked over the left side of the bed and kissed Petunia on her forehead. Then she walked over to the right of the bed and kissed her youngest on her forehead.