Percy Jackson and the Mirror of Erised

11) My Wand and Smelly Gabe

It was time to get my wand.

Ollivander pulled me into the back of his store, talking to me about his life as a demigod, "All children of Hecate go to Hogwarts, you know. A magic school for the most magical people. Hecate is the goddess of magic. She blessed a few people long ago for helping her retrieve a type of plant. Morgan Le Fay and Merlin from the Arthurian Legends were two of them. Years later now, their magic had passed through the world. Now there are many more wielding magic. Though it's not near as strong as it should be. The Ministry of Magic is very strict on how we use our magic. Ever since that stupid war we've had to worry about muggles and their guns. Why don't we just use guns? Maybe make magical shields that stop bullets? Or perhaps tickle them all to death."

He passed me wand after wand, but he never said to swish them. He stopped when he got to a section with sea green boxes.

"These are all saved for Poseidon kids. Very rarely do one of you ever use something from another Olympian or even a normal one. Go ahead. Start swishing them."

The first wand I used set the room on fire. The second one broke the counter. The third one knocked wands off of the shelves. The fourth one made a high pitched whistling sound.

Literally 283 wands later I swished one. The last one, to be exact.

Sea glass, so it's green instead of brown, reflected the light. The core was a pegasus/unicorn/hippocampus hybrid feather with sea shell shavings. It was 9 inches long and inflexible.

When I waved it, everything fixed itself. The room looked as if it were underwater, and I could hear waves. The salty smell of the sea wafted across the building.

I smiled and remembered going down to the beach with my mom at Milwaukee. She surfed with me up there.

Ollivander and I walked out of the back while I handed him 7 galleons.

Harry looked amazed at my wand while Hagrid just looked at it longingly.

We looked around Diagon Alley for a few more minutes before heading back to the Leaky Cauldron.

Hagrid bought us dinner. I ate a burger while Harry had a grilled cheese. And tea. I hate tea.

Hagrid had another pick-me-up before we started back to the London Underground. Where everyone was gawking.

Hagrid, is, after all, a giant of a man. He makes a skyscraper look tiny. And Harry had all sorts of stuff with him. An owl. Weird looking plants. A wizard hat.

Thankfully the only thing I had was a cat named Socks.

While we were waiting for a taxi, Harry said, "Everyone thinks I'm special. All those people in the Leaky Cauldron, Professor Quirrell, Mr. Ollivander... but I don't know anything about magic at all. How can they expect great things? I'm famous and I can't even remember what I'm famous for. I don't know what happened when Vol-, sorry — I mean, the night my parents died.

Hagrid looked at Harry with a kind smile, "Don' you worry, Harry. You'll learn fast enough. Everyone starts at the beginning at Hogwarts, you'll be just fine. Just be yerself. I know it's hard. Yeh've been singled out, an' that's always hard. But yeh'll have a great time at Hogwarts — I did — I still do, 'smatter of fact."

When we stopped in front of my house, Hagrid handed me an envelope, "Yer ticket to Hogwarts."

I thanked him then stepped out of the cab. It immediately drove off and I looked at the door to my house.

I pulled out my key and walked inside, trying to rush upstairs.

"Where have you been, boy?!? I didn't get my dinner last night!"

Aw man.

I slipped the bag off of my shoulders and kicked it towards the wall while I braved for the first punch.

He hit hard. I stumbled and hit my side against a table. Then I slipped on an empty beer bottle, falling to the ground.

Smelly Gabe kicked me in the side and I cried out, struggling to curl up and protect my body. Instead of that happening, I got kicked in the head.

I immediately felt dazed and practically lost control of my body.

Gabe hit me a few more times before slipping his belt off and telling me to take off my shirt.

I struggled for a second before managing to get it off. I immediately felt the belt whip my skin. I cried out which earned a kick in the side.

I forced myself to stay quiet as Gabe whipped me.

The buckle nipped my skin and I jumped. Gabe kicked me again. And a few more times for good measure.

He beat me for a few hours before finally pouring beer on my face and smashing the bottle against my back.

I managed to pull myself to the upstairs bathroom and start a bath. I sunk in the water and watched my wounds heal, leaving scars. My ribs still hurts a ton though.

I went back down and grabbed my bag before slipping into my bed. Socks curled up on my chest, purring softly. I wrapped my arm around him and struggled to fall asleep.

That night I dreamt of Gabe with a face on the back of his head.

I felt like posting an extra chapter because I'm sad, and doing this makes me happy. Every time I see that I've gotten more reads or a higher ranking (57 philosophersstone) it fills me with this pride I don't feel very often. I even got a follower. Doing this makes me happy. I hope reading this makes you happy. My little sister is proud of me. I showed her the newest ranking, and she gave me those big surprised eyes and said that people must like it. That's a big compliment coming from a moody 11 year old. 

Hope you like the double post. I'll see you on Thursday.