Pardon the cursing XD
Harry looked at the wand in his hand with uncertainty. His new friend, Hagrid, was out buying something. His mother stood by the door, Frisk smiling as her brother tested wand after wand. This one had a phoenix feather core. With a flick, a pale golden light seemed to emit from it.
Fuck.
Harry nearly screeched at the voice of the Dark Lord after his head being mostly silent all these years.
~What are you doing back?~
There was no reply as the boy continued smiling to the wand maker man as if nothing happened.
"That's the one!" He said.
"How do you know?"
"Wand making and pairing has been in my family for centuries! I think I would know what it looks like when a wand has found it's pair."
"Oh...okay. Thank you sir!"
Once outside, a black haired girl crashed into the boy. She was about his age, maybe a little older. Her hair was parted so it covered one eye. She hurriedly began helping Harry with what he dropped, which was just his wand and his locked journal (for those of you who don't understand that, it's basically a diary with a lock on it XD. An exchange student once asked me what it was.)
"My apologies."
For some reason, as the girl stood and handed the items to Harry, Frisk grew furious with her. "Watch where you're going next time, then there wouldn't be a problem."
"I'm sorry, I should've been paying more attention."
"Yeah, got that right."
"Frisk! What's gotten into you? Say you are sorry!" Toriel scolded her child, but the black haired girl was already trudging along. The girl's head was down as she walked. It looked as if she was trying to hide from the people she went out of her way to avoid being near. Harry watched her disappear into a book store then turned to his sibling, a curious look on his face. Sans was looking at Frisk with a look that seemed more like he was startled.
It wasn't long before Hagrid returned with something huge behind his back. Hagrid had met them here to show the kids around, though it would've been better when Frisk had been eleven and they needed a guide. They didn't really need his assistance besides when it came to advise about lower prices and such.
"Here ya go, 'arry. I late birthday gift, if ya want."
The snowy owl gave a shrill hoot at the boy as his eyes sparkled and he took the cage.
"Thank you so much! He's beautiful..."
Why does this seem so familiar? The Dark Lord chuckled in the back of the boy's mind. Harry's eyebrows creased as he tried to think of why he was getting a feeling of Deja 'vu. He couldn't remember...
"Well it wasn't me."
~Do you know who that girl was?~
Nobody you need to concern yourself with. Now continue, I detest this miserable place...
Within a mere hour or two, the family had gotten everything they needed (besides robes). Harry stepped into the shop. Madam Milkins, or something like that. Harry didn't pay much attention to things like that. A boy with white hair was inside, a woman and a magic tape measure measuring for the proper length.
"You boy!" Harry's head snapped up as he came in. Sans had gone to look at the joke shop, and his mother had taken Frisk across the street for a last minute thing they didn't tell Harry about. He stood a few feet from the boy, listening to the ignorant opinions of the brat.
"You hear about those monsters? Those damn freaks, can you believe the ministery is letting those humans that freed them into Hogwarts? It's bad enough that the genderless freak Frisk is going to school, now I hear word of another? I mean, ser-"
The boy was cut off by a fist to the face.
Now you've done it.
I don't really edit my chapters, and so sometimes google docs or I (mostly me) makes a lot of mistakes. Anyways, a high five if you actually read this paragraph (lol) and thank you for understanding. You are all awesome, congrats for being incredible, and I hope you like the story so far!
See ya!