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Young With Scabby Knees

I. The Visit

Diagon Alley was an invigorating bombardment to the senses. Her blue eyes took everything in, hungry and eager for the possible experiences at the tip of her little fingers. For a moment, she simply watched: stacks of leather-bound volumes on display at Flourish & Blotts; an old wizard with half-moon glasses in rich purple and star-speckled robes with a deep turquoise and gold parrot on his shoulder passing them by; children hexing things, chanting things, singing things; old crones hustling and bustling, selling luminous stones and charmed (or cursed) trinkets; irritated, grumbling goblins hurrying about, carrying rolls of parchment; hooting owls dropping letters or newspapers in every which way; hazy blue-green bottles containing preserved moths and dried sickly-pale lizards; suspicious men bargaining over crystal bottles holding misty liquid that smelled oddly of fresh morning dew and bile; the pops and snappish cracks of Exploding Snap being played nearby...

There was so much to see. So much to hear and smell. And oh! There were so many people! She had never seen so many people all at once since the accident. She had never been outside since the accident. So many things were happening around her all at once and there was an exhilaration just from observing. She could not help but be amazed and excited, if not a little bit nervous. If only she could just witness all this life for a little while longer...

"Elsa."

Mother called her. Jolted out of her awestricken reverie at the sights and sounds thriving all around her, Elsa was reminded why she did not belong here. With all this people. With all this… life. She withdrew from her high in a blink of her long lashes and turned to look up at her mother.

"Stay close," Mother said. "Or we'll lose you." Mother smiled kindly and held out a hand for her to take. But Elsa had only stared at it and her eyes darted towards the cobblestones beneath her feet awkwardly. She kept her gloved hands tucked inside the sleeves of her dark blue robes and she was careful not to bump – touch – anybody else when she walked closer to her mother. She ignored the way Mother's face fell when she did not accept her hand.

"This way here," Father said. He had a copy of the Daily Prophet under his arm and his cane made tock-tock-tock noises against the street as he walked. He had her mother's arm looped around his and they chatted as they made their way. They occasionally stopped by some shops to buy quills, herbs and a small bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans for Anna (who was at home with the nanny). Elsa stayed outside and waited; the shops always seemed to be cramped with people. She followed silently behind them once they've emerged out of the stuffy shops, keeping close, but still slightly distracted and curious at the deluge of things and events around her.

Her mind drifted to the new little cauldron her mother carried in her free arm, all the books and materials in it, and what this whole shopping trip meant. There was still one more they had to buy on the list of requirements that came with her letter. Elsa's heart made an uncomfortable flip. She did not want to think about being in a classroom. Packed with students her age. All prone to the danger of her powers...

"Ah yes. Here we are." She was brought out of her thoughts once more. Her father had lead them into a shabby-looking shop. Ollivander's: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C., the hanging sign read in peeling gold paint. It was a narrow shop with high windows and a tall door. Cracks appeared on its facade, yet there was a dignity to it in it's old age. It must have been passed down for generations. There was not much to see from the dusty display window but the slightly-blurred image of an old man behind a counter.

Ding! The bell chimed when Father opened the door. The shop appeared to be empty and the man behind the counter grinned. Father held the door while Mother ushered Elsa in, before stepping inside herself. Father entered the shop last, smiling as if visiting an old childhood memory.

There was a revered silence inside the shop. Ceiling-high shelves lined all the walls of the shop; from the walls before the counter to the narrow corridors heading towards the back. Dusty, narrow boxes, stacked and piled neatly, one on top of the other, occupied the shelves to the brim. More boxes accumulated outside the shelves in heaps, leaving only enough space for one to walk around in. There was a stuffy-ness in the air that Elsa realized was the drifting whispers of old magic – secret magic, and her skin was left prickling. Elsa's face broke gently into her own secret smile. She liked this place.

"Merlin's beard. Ellardeen! William Ellardeen!" The old man said, coming from behind the counter. "How nice to see you again! English oak, thirteen and a half inches, reasonably supple, if I'm not mistaken?"

Father laughed, shaking firmly the hand the old man offered. "You most certainly are not, Mr. Ollivander." Mr. Ollivander chuckled.

"It has been such a long time," he said. "Look how you've grown!"

"Has it, Mr. Ollivander?" her father said, cheerfully. "I could have sworn it was only yesterday I was here buying my wand." He gave the shop a quick scan around. "This place certainly has not changed."

Mr. Ollivander chortled a deep grandfather laugh. "It's good to see you have not lost your penchant for mischief, Ellardeen." He turned to Mother, who also had a warm smile on her lips.

"Gwendolyn Arocon, is that you?" He asked laughingly as her mother too shook his hand.

"I didn't think you'd remember me, Mr. Ollivander," she said, beaming. Mr. Ollivander shook his head, waving his hand dismissively.

"Nonsense! I remember every wand I've ever sold, Ms. Arocon. And the people I sold them to. Especially the pretty ones." His gaze turned down to look at Elsa, winking at her as he said that last part. Elsa hid behind her mother's robes, her cheeks turning pink.

"Are you referring to the wand or the people, Mr. Ollivander?" her mother asked, making Mr. Ollivander laugh. The old man drew away to an arm's length to regard her parents at the same time. "It is sincerely very nice to see you two again. And Ms. Arocon, I daresay, you're Mrs. Ellardeen now!" Both her parents broke into chuckles, and her mother blushed slightly.

Mr. Ollivander then shifted to peer down at Elsa behind her mother, his pale eyes fixed on her. "Ah yes, yes. You're here for Ms. Ellardeen's wand." Elsa retreated further behind her mother, unsure of how to react to the attention the old man was giving her.

Father smiled widely and Mother drew away to reveal her. "Yes. Elsa is starting her first year in Hogwarts next week."

Elsa fidgeted slightly under Mr. Ollivander's pale stare. He moved closer, as if inspecting her. He took her gloved hands in his. "Good day to you, Elsa Ellardeen."

"Good day to you too, Sir," she said awkwardly. Mr. Ollivanders smiled warmly at her, his eyes shining.

"I would have never known that that great, perhaps even very great, amount of power I felt the moment the door opened…," Mr. Ollivander nodded towards his door. "...could come from such a young girl." He looked down at her gloved hands, and Elsa gulped nervously.

"Oh, please Sir. Don't–," she stammered when Mr. Ollivander made to pull her glove off her right hand. But it was too late and she felt the cool air of the shop against her bare skin as the glove was slipped off. She watched anxiously as Mr. Ollivander started observing her hand, ignoring her warning. She let out a small gasp when a light touch of frost crept up his palm and fingers, startling him a little.

"I'm so sorry!" She blurted, taking a step back and drawing her bare hand quickly towards her chest. Mr. Ollivander merely stared at his hand, an odd look of wonder on his face. His gaze turned towards her, an amazed smile on his face.

"How extraordinary!" He said. "You're an elemental, dear girl." In a burst of excitement, he straightened up. "Yes... We shall get to it then, my dear. Which is your wand arm, Ms. Ellardeen?"

"She's right-handed," her mother said from behind her.

"Alright. Now, hold up your arm please, Ms. Ellardeen. There you go." He took out a measuring tape from his pocket. Elsa only stared up at him in bewilderment, moving awkwardly as he started measuring her.

"You are a most interesting customer, Ms. Ellardeen," Mr. Ollivander said, rushing towards a shelf, leaving the tape to measure her itself. "There have been other elementals before you, of course. There were all kinds back then. There was one who almost burned this shop to the ground when he tried out his first wand." Mr. Ollivander chuckled as he read the labels on the narrow boxes. He did not see Elsa stiffen and proceeded to pull out boxes. He studied the box for a bit, then put them back in their places, before rushing towards another shelf. "Of course, that was decades ago. You're the first elemental customer I've had in years! ...Although it seems that you are having problems with it… Yes, yes. How very curious indeed." He pulled out a box and started walking towards her.

"That's enough, now," he said and the measuring tape fell to her feet. He opened the box and offered it towards her. "Now.. How about giving this one a wave? Fir and phoenix feather. Ten and a quarter inches. Hard."

Elsa took the wand, glancing at her parents nervously. Mother smiled and Father nodded. She gave the wand a wave. Ice started forming slowly at the wood on the wand's handle. Mr. Ollivander shook his head and took the wand from her.

"No, that's not it," he said and moved towards the back of the room. Elsa waited, biting her bottom lip and feeling slightly guilty for freezing the wand. Mr. Ollivander reemerged and offered her another wand.

"Pear and unicorn tail, like your mother's, perhaps? Fourteen inches, brittle. Go on, give it a wave."

Elsa waved. She gasped when the wand flew out of her hand in a loud burst of flurries and snowflakes. They heard it clatter somewhere in the back room. Mr. Ollivander shook his head again, chuckling.

"Most definitely not then. Ah!" Mr. Ollivander's face sparked as an idea seemed to form in his head. "I think I know what would be most perfect for you, my dear girl." He left them once more to go towards the back room, bursting with enthusiasm.

"I wonder… But yes, yes. Why not! This one then? Willow and phoenix feather. Twelve and a half inches. Rigid." He said when he reappeared, eyes shining brightly.

Elsa took the wand and before she managed to give it a wave, a pleasant warmth trickled first into her fingertips, and then into her arm. Soon, she felt the warmth slowly spread into every crevice in her body. Her wrist then made a tender curl in the air and she gasped in awe as white and blue sparks shot out off the wand, a stream of gently-falling snowflakes following after.

"Well done, Elsa." She heard Father say as Mother clapped.

"Oh, most excellent, Ms. Ellardeen," Mr. Ollivander cried. "Very, very good, indeed!" He took back the wand from Elsa to put it back in its box, before wrapping it in brown paper. "Willow and phoenix feather, eh? Do you know that it is the wand that chooses the witch or wizard, Ms. Ellardeen?" Elsa shook her head.

"Well this wand is made of willow, dear girl. And willows will not - will never - choose any less than those who are capable of extreme greatness," He said, looking deeply into her eyes. "It is interesting also to note that two out of the three wands I picked for you had cores of phoenix feather. It is very rare for this core to choose an owner, given phoenixes are very strongly independent creatures. This wand…" He gestured towards the box. "...can be quite difficult to tame, but perhaps both of you can come to understand each other." He smiled warmly at her, handing both her glove and the wrapped box.

Father then came up to Mr. Ollivander to hand the seven Galleons and to thank him. Mother, in the mean time, waved her own wand to clear up the mess Elsa had made in trying out the wands. They were ready to leave when Mr. Ollivander came close to Elsa once more. He bent down so that he was on Elsa's eye level and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Whatever troubles you are having with the your talents, my girl, remember that this wand chose you. Remember what it stands for, Ms. Ellardeen. It can help," he said, comfortingly. "I think we can expect greatness from you, Ms. Ellardeen."

He stood up and shifted to address her parents, smiling. "Thank you for coming, Mr. and Mrs. Ellardeen. It has made my day quite exceptional." Her parents then said their parting remarks and started ushering her out the door.

The sun was setting as they made their way home. Her parents made a few last stops before heading towards the nearest Fireplace. Elsa felt like she was in some sort of daze. She did not even register Father sprinkling Floo powder and holding her gloved hand tightly to bring them home or going up the stairs to her room, until she sat down on her comfortable armchair by the fireplace, looking at her new wand.

The wood was pale and it wove together intricately, beautifully, at the handle. It was long and light in her hands. Elsa could feel the warmth and the strength of the core's resistance to be tamed on her fingertips, just as Mr. Ollivander said it would. Still, Elsa could not help the feeling of excitement in her, now that she had a wand.

Even if she was slightly confused by Mr. Ollivander's explanation (because, really, what greatness can come out of her and her inability to control her powers), Elsa let a small smile creep into her face. She still dreaded going to Hogwarts. The thought of meeting new people, being among these people with the stormy fury that was her powers, still scared her...

But maybe… Just maybe, it wouldn't be so bad after all.

A/N: SO THE HOGWARTS/HARRY POTTER AU DRABBLES BEGIN!

I know I said drabbles, but I just wanted to get this whole event out of the way. :) Plus wandlore is FASCINATING! And I had so much fun researching and choosing Elsa's wand. :D

Extra cool points to those who can guess where the title came from ;)

I hope you guys enjoy it! :D