Diagon Alley

First Pov

While I was sitting, waiting for a professor to come, I was also looking at the pouches of coins next to me. I had stolen these a couple days before because I didn´t know how to pay for my school things otherwise and I refused to use cheap hand-me-downs like the Weasleys, stealing would probably make some professors frown but they should also understand that stealing was normal for homeless children.

After a few hours, I finally heard someone approach my hideout. It was a slightly fat, middle aged woman with horrible looking, baggy clothes looking around and then back at the parchment in her hand. She was probably confused why the address was under a bridge, can´t really blame her for that. When she saw me just sitting there and watching her, she looked surprised, then concerned and pity. ''Hello dear, are you Mr. Reining?'' she asked me to which I just nodded ''It´s a pleasure meeting you, I´m Professor Sprout, I am here today to help you get your school supplies and answer any question you might have''. I just stood up and nodded at her again ''forgive my curiosity, but do you life here?'' I nodded again ''well, we will have to do something about that, can´t send you back on the street when the year is over. Are you ready to go?'' I nodded again and this time she seemed to notice that I wasn´t speaking. ''are you perhaps mute as well?'' nodding again ''Oh, poor kid, don't worry, such trivial things can be treated easily with magic but for that you have to go to St. Mungo as I´m not specialized in such things. Well, let´s go then, just take my arm and be prepared''. I took her arm already knowing what would happen next.

We appeared in diagon alley, prof. sprout immediately looked at me to see if I was fine, only to see me make a grimace. ''Don´t worry dear, everyone feels like that after their first apparition, you will get used to it'' I wasn´t making a grimace because of the space displacement but because of how crude and barbaric it was ''Welcome to Diagon Alley Markus, is it alright if I call you Markus?'' sure, why not, I don´t really care either way. ''Alright, first lets go to Madam Malkin´s Robes for All Occasions and get you some proper clothing's, can´t have you walking around in these clothes'' excuse me? Look who´s talking, all of wizard kind has terrible fashion sense and just so you know, this black trouser and white hoodie were made by my thread magic, they are way cooler and stronger than these things made from these wannabe dragons hide. Like seriously, these things can´t be classified as dragons, wyverns at most and flying salamander at worst.

I was finally done with trying on the different clothes that the two women threw at me, they all looked the same to me and were just as uncomfortable. When it was finally time to pay, Sprout told me that there was a school regulation that paid the supplies for students with situations like mine but we would have to do some chores and if we didn´t behave well then, the next year would not be paid. That was news to me but it made sense to some degree, they would just have to check if the student really needs it and isn´t just being a cheapskate. I wasn´t worried about that thought because I already made plans, so when she took out the coins I acted like I recognized them and stopped her, she looked at me questioning before I pulled out a pouch from my pocket and opened it. She looked surprised ''Where did you get that, I thought you were homeless?'' I just used my exquisite acting skills to avoid her eyes and that seemed to have done the trick. ''don´t tell me you stole them'' I just continued to admire the ceiling ''at least tell me you didn´t steal them here but before we met'' she sighed to which I just nodded. ''I will overlook it this time because I understand that it isn´t easy to life on the streets but if I catch you stealing during your stay in Hogwarts or anywhere, I will not tolerate it again''. Plan successful.

The rest of the shopping trip was a lot easier, except that prof. sprout was now keeping a closer eye one me but that didn´t bother me. We bought all books and potion equipment before we arrived at the pet shop. I honestly didn´t want an Owl, a toad or anything like that, so I just chose a cat. Brings back memories. Now we were at the last shop on the list, a legendary place where every person that reincarnated in Harry Potter would end up at some point, Ollivander´s Wand Shop.

Professor Sprout was waiting outside for me so I was now alone in this room with shelfs full of boxes. I waited for a while but no one came so I just knocked on the table in front of me to get Ollivander´s attention. I heard some things fall over before I saw the old man jump around the corner. ''Oh hello, I didn´t notice I had a costumer. Here to get your wand, right? Well, you came to the right place, I am Ollivander'' I just nodded and continued looking at him ''Hm, so you are mute, well, you are not my first mute customer but they all left satisfied, with a wand in they hand, so we will manage. What is your dominant hand?'' while I help up both my hand, I couldn´t help but notice that this old man was weirdly perceptive for things but not so for others. ''oh, ambidextrous, how rare'' he said before pulling out a measurement tape. Yeah, I was ambidextrous but I didn´t know if it was because I devoured souls that were or just because of my training that gave me immense control over my body.

After trying out a couple of wands, I finally got one that suited me. There wasn´t this typical cliché scene where the reincarnator gets a super special wand that has been passed down for many generations and was made from materials that no longer existed. It was logical, wands weren´t connected to the soul like my grimoire and only choose someone according to their body, …that came out wrong. Why else would wandmakers measure someone´s body and why else would a wand choose someone else after their defeat? In short, unlike my grimoire this wand was destined to be used only for a short while by me, in fact I already forgot how long the wand was and what he was made of.

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A/N- No stereotypes with me.