Weeks have passed by. It was the boy's eleventh birthday, but there was no celebration, for no one even remembered the fact that it was his birthday. After all, how could they, when they did not even remember him? The boy was studying a second-hand a potions book on his bed.

"Tap, tap, tap." The boy looked up from his book and turned to the source of the noise- the window. A fluffy white owl looked at him expectedly. He got up from his bed and opened the window to let the owl in. The owl raised its left leg which had a parchment attached to it and hooted at him. He took off the parchment from the owl's leg, who then flew to the boy's desk and started to preen itself. The boy opened up the parchment and read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and

equipment. Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Yes, the boy's name was Harry Potter. He looked over the supply list before setting the entire letter on fire. He then flooed himself to Diagon Alley.

Harry went into Gringotts to withdraw the money that James and Lily (Harry refused to refer to them as his parents) had left for him. He bought an enchanted pouch from the goblin that linked directly to his money from the vault; it was like a bottomless money pouch. After doing so, we went out into the sun-lit streets of Diagon Alley to purchase his school supplies. Finally, he had only two things left to get- a wand and a pet.

Harry went inside Ollivander's Wand Shop, Makers of Wands Since 383 BC. "Hello, Mr. Potter," said Mr. Ollivander. "I assume that you need a new wand." Up until now, Harry had been practicing wandless magic, but of course, he was not going to mention that. When Harry didn't move, Mr. Ollivander commanded, "Well? Lay out your wand arm."

"I use both arms for writing," Harry informed the old man.

"Hmm…curious, very curious," Ollivander murmured to himself. He looked at Harry and said, "Well, you know, there are very few people that are ambidextrous, and each one of them turned out to be very powerful. One would think, though, that your brother Nick would be ambidextrous, since he was announced to be the heir of Gryffindor-the one who is going to defeat the Dark Lord."

Harry didn't say anything, and Mr. Ollivander asked, "Well, what are you waiting for? Call to your wand."

Harry mentally called for his wand, and when he did so, a wand flew in front of him and hung in midair. "Give it a wave," Mr. Ollivander informed Harry. When Harry did as Mr. Ollivander asked, a powerful black glow shone from the tip of the wand. Mr. Ollivander examined the wand carefully.

"Hm…eleven and a half inches, yew with a core made out a basilisk's teeth, a phoenix feather, and dragon's blood. A very rare combination; it is one of a kind, for there is no other like it." Mr. Ollivander tried to take the wand from Harry so as to get a closer examination of it. However, when he took the wand, it vanished and promptly reappeared in Harry's hand. "Curious, very curious…" Mr. Ollivander muttered again.

"How much for the wand?" Harry asked, snapping Ollivander out of his musings.

"You may have it for free; I have never seen one like that in my life time. The wand was clearly made just for you. Mr. Potter, we will be expecting great things from you," Mr. Ollivander claimed.

Harry exited the shop.