Raven started with the robes and other miscellaneous items like his cauldron and scales, trunk and other such things. He planned to leave the apothecary till last and books till just before that. In the robes store, Madam Malkin's he meet the blonde boy again. His name was Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Raven thought his way of introducing himself was quite arrogant and mimicked him. "Well Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, my name is Raven. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

This caused the other boy to laugh. "All right, you can just call me Draco though. What's your real name though? Surely your parents didn't name you Raven." Raven shook his head. "They didn't call me Raven, at least I don't think they did." He shrugged. Draco looked shocked, "You don't know your own name?" Raven was affronted. "Of course I know my name. It's Raven. Just because it isn't the name my parents gave me doesn't mean it's not my name."

Draco was suitably sorry. "Sorry, it's just, I've never met anyone who doesn't go by their birth name, let alone someone who doesn't know it. Do you have your letter with you?" Raven nodded. "Can I see it?" Asked Draco. Raven rummaged around in his bag and pulled out the letter, still in the envelope. Draco took and read the name on the front, eyes widening in surprise.

"Raven…" He started cautiously. "Are you aware that you are famous?" Raven shook his head. "Well you are. As a baby you defeated the Dark Lord, it was on that night that your parents died by his hand. No one knows how you survived, you are the only person known to live through the killing curse."

"The killing curse?" Raven's curiosity was clear on his face, "Is that anything like imperio or crucio?"

"I thought you didn't know anything about the wizarding world?" Draco asked.

"I don't but I have a friend who tells me things. Sometimes when I annoy him he pretends to curse me. Most of the time it's either imperio or crucio. But sometimes he does others. It's funny, I can generally pretend to dodge it or act like it's actually doing something and that will make him happy again. I've managed to figure out that imperio makes the victim do whatever the caster wills though since I can't read his mind he can tell I'm faking it. I also found out that crucio causes immense pain, though there are others that cause less pain. It was interesting trying to figure out those, I had to try get the amount of pain right to fool him."

"Raven, that's dangerous. What if he did that with his wand and actually cursed you but thought you were acting? And why isn't he here with you? And wouldn't he have seen your scar and known who you were?" Draco seemed genuinely worried for Raven's wellbeing.

"It's fine. He has never actually cursed me, he never even gets his wand out and he is always terrified for me when I start acting. He isn't here because I got mad at him when he got back from Hogwarts and didn't give me a chance to speak while he went on and on about the things he did. I haven't seen him since. And what scar are you talking about? I don't have any scars, at least not anymore, they all heal over."

"What about the lightning bolt on your forehead? It's a curse scar, given to you the night the Dark Lord killed you parents and curse scars don't heal." Raven shook his head. "It's gone. It probably lasted the longest but it disappeared when I was about five and my friend never thought anything special of it."

"Show me." Draco demanded. Raven lifted his fringe up to reveal a perfectly clear forehead, no scar in sight. It was just as Draco was recovering from his shock that Madam Malkin came in with each of their purchases and shooed them out. The two boys headed off to the wand shop, Ollivander's in silence.

In the wand shop they found Draco's parents waiting for him. "And what might this be, Draco?" Draco's father asked with obvious contempt in his voice. "Father, may I introduce-" Draco was cut off as Raven butted in. "My name is Raven mister Malfoy and I would appreciate being treated with respect, I am not an animal." Raven glared at the man, then with a sudden idea asked Draco. "Your last name is Malfoy, I just realized, a friend of the friend I told you about earlier was called Abraxas Malfoy. Are you by any chance related?"

Draco's father regained his composure after being spoken to in such a rude manner, "Abraxas Malfoy was my father. He died a small number of years ago and there are no other Malfoy's in existence." Raven had a look of concentration on his face. "I saw some pictures and painting that moved in some places here, is there any chance he has a portrait that I could meet with?"

"Draco…" Mr. Malfoy turned to his son, "Is this boy a mudblood?"

Before Draco could answer Raven interrupted again. "I am most certainly not a mudblood. If I was then I wouldn't be able to do this would I?" He opened his mouth and with a soft hissing sound all the loose objects in the room flew into the air forming a snake and pretend striking at the man before floating back to their original positions.

At this moment the owner of the store made an appearance. "Ah, Misters Potter and Malfoy, lovely. How about we start with you Mr. Malfoy, try this." He held out a wand that instead of returning to its case had landed in his hand. Draco took the wand gave it a flick and green sparks shot out in a lovely display. He bought the wand and Ollivander moved on to Raven.

"Mister Potter, it seems like just yesterday I was selling your parents their first wands. Now try this." He held out a wand but grabbed it back before Raven even touched it. "No, no. That's not right. Try this." Again Raven didn't even touch the wand before Ollivander took it away. This went on for ages until Raven was sure there were no more wands for him to try, but just as he was about to leave Ollivander brought out one last wand. He took the wand and the room was filled with a golden light swirling around Raven. "Curious, curious." Ollivander murmured.

Lord Malfoy butted in then "Excuse me, but what exactly is so curious?" Ollivander stared at him for a moment before answering. "It is curious because the phoenix feather in that wand comes from a phoenix that only gave one other feather. That feather is in its brother wand and I remember every wand I have ever sold." He then went silent and took Raven's money, handing over the wand.

It was then Draco's turn to butt in. "Who did the other wand go to?"

Ollivander smiled at the occupants of the room. "The other wand went to the one who gave that mark to the Lord Malfoy, the one who was there when no one else was." He looked directly at Raven as he said that. Raven's eyes bulged at this. "Really?" He asked. "Did it really? Are our wands truly brothers?" Ollivander nodded and Raven said thanks before he went, leaving the Malfoy's slightly confused.

Raven finished up his shopping in his own finally ending up in the Flourish & Blott's and going through half of his remaining gold in one go as he bought the required books along with many others for his own purposes. Once done he returned to Little Whinging to await September first.