~ Diagon Alley ~

~ Rachel waits outside with a couple of bags full of food for her pets. She stares off in space as the memories of that dreadful night flash through her mind. She places a hand over the scar tracing the outline. She is pulled back to reality when a large hand touches her shoulder. ~

Hagrid: *worried* Are yeh alright, Rachel? We’ve been calling yer name fer a minute. 

Harry: *concerned* You were really out of it, Rachel.

Rae: *fake smile* I’m fine, Hagrid and Harry. They just didn’t have their favorite food. Tala and Silver are very picky. They are going to be the death of me. 

Hagrid: *nods his understanding* They are nasty pickers.

~ Rachel can see in Hagrid’s eyes that he was concerned about her when she used the secret phrase. Rachel smiles at him, letting him know she is okay for now. Hagrid pats her shoulder, and she twirls to look at Harry. ~

Rae: *joking* Now, destined one, where are we going?

Harry: *chuckles* I still need-- a wand.

Hagrid: *curious* A wand? Well, you’ll want Ollivanders. No place better. Run along there, but wait. I just got one more thing I got to do. Won’t be too long. Go with him, Rachel. 

Rae: *smiles* Of course, dad. 

~ Hagrid laughs and ruffles her hair before he turns and leaves. Rachel turns back to Harry, who smiles at her. ~

Rae: *confused* What is it, Harry?

Harry: *interested* How did Hagrid become your dad?

Rae: Well, that’s complicated since I don’t know everything, but I will tell you what I know on the way to Ollivanders.

Harry: Deal!

~ On the way to Ollivanders, Rachel explained to Harry how she became Hagrid’s daughter. ~

Rae: *remanence* I was told that I was abandoned in an alleyway shortly after I was born. The rumor was I possessed a unique ability, and my parents didn’t want me. So someone found me and turned me over to Dumbledore, and Hagrid volunteered to raise me. That’s all they will tell me.

Harry: *apologetic* I’m sorry, Rachel. Someone as amazing and cunning as you shouldn’t have to deal with that. 

Rae: *softly smiles* The same can be said about you too, Harry. 

~ Harry soft smirks at Rachel as they enter Ollivanders. Harry looks around the building, seeing shelves of wands however no people. ~

Harry: *speaks softly* Hello? Hello?

~ A thunk can be heard when a man emerges on a ladder and looks at Rachel and Harry smiling. ~

Ollivander: *smiles* Ah, Ms. Hagrid. It’s nice to see you again. *looks at Harry* I wondered when I’d be seeing you, Mr. Potter. It seems only yesterday that your mother and father were in here buying their first wands. *picks a wand* Ah. Here we are. *Harry holds it but just stands* Well, give it a wave.

Harry: Oh! 

~ Harry waves the wand causing all the shelves to come crashing down. He jumps and hurriedly puts the wand back on the counter. Rachel giggled at the reaction earning a playful glare from him. ~

Ollivander: *playfully hits her* You did the same, Ms. Hagrid.

Rae: *smiles* This is true, Mister Ollivander.

Ollivander: *takes the wand* Apparently not. *gets another* Perhaps this. *this one blows a vase apart* *takes the wand* No, no, definitely not! No matter… *gets another* I wonder. *hands him another, and this one glows* Curious, very curious. 

Rae: *inquisitive* Ollivander, is that the same wand?

Ollivander: *grins at her* It is Ms. Hagrid.

Harry: *baffled* Sorry, but what’s curious?

Ollivander: *smiles* I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Mr. Potter. It just so happens that the phoenix, whose tail feather resides in your wand, gave two other feathers, just two. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar. *points to scar* And another their scar. *discreetly glance at Rachel* 

Harry: *inquisitive* And-- who owned that wand?

Ollivander: Oh, we do not speak his name. The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It’s not always clear why, but I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things-- terrible, yes, but great. *hands his wand to him*

~ A knock is heard on the window when Ollivander taps his nose, meaning he expects great things from her as well. Rachel smiles and nods her head at him. She switched her attention to the window where Hagrid stands outside of it. ~

Hagrid: *beams* Harry! Harry! Happy birthday! *holds up a snowy owl*

Harry: *impressed* Wow.

** All credit to the original creator(s) of the pictures of the snowy owl. **