New wand who dis? or Parental Visit
"Your Hogwarts letter arrived today." Said Augusta breaking the silence we'd had since starting breakfast.
"Then will we be going to Diagon Alley today?" I asked giddiness leaking into my voice.
"Yes but before I go I have something to give you." Augusta said. Her voice conveying a small excitement.
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After breakfast gran and I were in her study. We were both seated her behind a mahogany desk and, I in front of it. On top of the desk was a wooden box.
"That is your fathers wand it will serv you well as it did him." Said Augusta.
"I can't accept this gran." I said.
"Do you think your too good for you fathers wand!!" Shouted Augusta in uncharacteristic anger.
"Gran that wand belongs to my father and, he is still alive meaning the wand will still recognize his as its owner. Also, I am not my father I can't be him I can only be me." I explained. Hearing my words her face softened slightly actually bringing her face back to normal.
"I suppose you are correct. We'll get you a Ollivanders wand." Gran said in resignation.
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After getting fitted for my robes, gran went to get my school supplies whilst I went to get my wand. That is why I stood outside of.
'Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC, Ollivanders.'
Entering the shop it was tiny inside and was empty except for a single spindly chair in the corner, thousands of narrow boxes containing wands were piled right up to the ceiling of the tiny shop, and the whole place had a thin layer of dust about it.
Walking to the front desk I rang the golden bell on it. When the sound rang throughout the shop. A voice came from the back. "I'll be right with you."
After less than two minutes from the back of the shop arrived a old man, he possessed wide pale eyes shining throughout the shop.
"Ah Madam Longbottom it is about that time for young Neville isn't it." Said Ollivander. Not even going to ask how he knows my name
"Indeed." Was her only reply.
Ollivander then proceeded to walk over to one of the shelves and pulled out three boxes. Then, he proceed to hand me a wand.
"Applewood and unicorn hair nine and a half inches slightly yeilding, give it a swish." Taking the wand in hand I did as asked the wand then spun from my grip and did a display of firework.
"Definitely not it. No matter." He then handed me the next wand. "Spruce and pheonix feather, ten inches, unyeilding." When the wand touched my hand a loud boom rang through the room and, Ollivander snatched it.
"Hmm I think I know just the one for you." Ollivander said going to a middle shelf and, selecting a new wand. This time when I touched it I knew i'd found my match.
"Ah a wonderful start to a magical journey. Pine, twelve and a three quarters, a dragon heartstring from a Hebridean Black with unyielding flexibility. With that natural combination I can say you'll go on to do great things."
"Thank you for your confidence in me."
"There's no need to thank me,in fact I should thank you it is always wonderful to pair wand and wizard." Said Ollivander brightly.
"How much for the wand?" I asked.
"All Ollivander wands are 7 galleons no more no less." Said Ollivander.
I pulled out 7 galleons and paid him. And I turned to walk out but then remembered something important.
"Do you have any wand holsters?" I asked turning on my heels to face him again.
A grin split his face. "Yes, dragon-hide I presume?" He continued at my nod.
"4 galleons then." Ollivander said reaching under his counter and pulling out a large leather band. "It goes around your waist."
Taking the holster from the counter. I placed it around my waist and buckled it up.
Walking out of the shop gran waiting for me.
"I see you got your wand." She said proud smile on her face.
"Naturally." I smiled back.
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Pine wood. The straight-grained pine wand always chooses an independent, individual master who may be perceived as a loner, intriguing and perhaps mysterious. Pine wands enjoy being used creatively, and unlike some others, will adapt unprotestingly to new methods and spells. Many wandmakers insist that pine wands are able to detect, and perform best for, owners who are destined for long lives, and I can confirm this in as much as I have never personally known the master of a pine wand to die young. The pine wand is one of those that is most sensitive to non-verbal magic.
-Wand Lore for the Overly Curious - Garrick Ollivander
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"Neville are you sure you want to do this?" Asked gran concern on her face.
"I can't hide from this. This is reality my parents are there. Living in a dream world won't change that." I said conviction in my voice.
"Very well if you are sure about this." She said resigning.
We were currently inside the Janus Thickey Ward for those suffering from severe spell damage. Outside a room labeled Longbottoms. With great courage I walk in. Inside was two beds with a woman with a round face and short wispy grey hair. And a bald man with a declining build sat on the other.
I then, took a seat on Alice's side. Grabbing Alice's hand. I got no response.
"I'm your son….I'm Neville." I said original Neville's emotion leaking out.
"I want you to know I am proud of what you did." I said regaining control of myself. "You fought for what you belived in. And, most of all you had me."
They still hadn't looked at me but I could tell they heard me somehow.
"Now off of the sappy stuff. Let me tell you about my life." I said
And, so I told them about how Algie dropped me, I lost my memory. About meeting their teammates, getting my wand and, how gran took care of me.
"Goodbye mom dad. I'll visit you during the summer and next Christmas." I said.
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"You did well in there." Gran said wrapping an arm around me.
"I have to accept that reality. They'll probably never recover but i'll always hold their sacrifice." I repiled.
"You're a true Longbottom." Said gran. When the door to the ward opened and Alice walked out and, up to me. Holding a Drooble's Best Blowing Gum wrapper in her out stretched hand.
"For me?" I asked
She nodded yes. And, I took it from her. Placing it in my pocket. Alice then walked back into the ward.
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