One Day They'll Know Your Name

I call your name

Authors note; Ok so I have a very good idea of how this is going to go, so updates should be pretty steady. For now, there'll probably be one a day because I'm on break and I don't have much else to do, but as school starts updates will slow down significantly to about one a week, sometimes two, depending on how school work goes.

After getting a trunk, as well as his other supplies except for the wand and clothing, Harry and Professor Sprout headed towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions to get his robes. He had decided to also get a few clothes for when he wasn't in school since he still had a bit of extra money and he only had Dudley's hand-me-downs, which dwarfed him.

Entering the store, he was greeted by a voice from the back of the store. "Come in! I'll be with you in just a moment!"

Professor Sprout turned to him. "You get your robes sorted and I'll go next door and get you an owl, dearie."

Harry nodded and turned toward the older woman who walked toward him. "Hogwarts, dearie? Come on over and step up here and I'll get your measurements," she said. "I'm just finishing up with another first year."

Harry presumed this was Madam Malkin and followed her to the stool. He noticed a blond boy on the stool next to his. He nodded to the boy as Madam Malkin bustled around him with a tape measure floating behind her.

"I'm Draco Malfoy. What house do you think you'll be in?" the boy suddenly asked.

Harry looked over again and answered, "I'm Harry. I don't know what house I'll be in, but I doubt I'll be in Gryffindor. From what I've been told it's full of rambunctious and loud people."

The blond boy, Draco, Harry reminded himself, nodded. "All Malfoys have been in Slytherin and I suspect that I'll follow them. We're the house of the cunning and ambitious. Father says that it's the best house and that I better get in it."

Harry frowned slightly. Draco's father sounded a bit like Vernon. Maybe he just didn't know enough about the man.

"Of course then Mother says that she and Father'll be happy with any house I'm in, but I think I personally might leave if I got into Hufflepuff. It's the house for everyone who doesn't fit into any other house from what I've heard."

Harry suspected Draco liked to hear himself talk. He decided to break in. "The Head of Hufflepuff, Professor Sprout is showing me around Diagon Alley. She told me about the houses. Hufflepuff isn't for the leftovers. It's for the people who are willing to work hard to get what they want honestly. Almost the opposite of Slytherin in some ways."

Draco nodded slowly. "I can see that. You said Sprout was showing you around. Are you a muggleborn?"

Harry shook his head. "Halfblood. My mum was a muggleborn. But my parents died about a year after I was born and I was sent to live with my muggle relatives," he replied.

"So did you know anything about the magical world? If you're with your relatives, they probably know about us," Draco asked.

Harry shook his head again. "I just learned about the magical world yesterday. I don't know anything about customs, traditions, or etiquette. Do you know any books or people that can help with that?" Harry asked. "I got some from Flourish and Blotts, but I don't know if the ones I got are any good or not."

"May I see them?" Draco asked. Harry nodded and pulled out his trunk, which Professor Sprout had kindly shrunk for him. He dug through it and pulled out the books he had on the wizarding world.

"I also got Hogwarts, A History. The clerk said that it was the main book on information about Hogwarts."

Draco nodded, agreeing. "It has all the relevant information. These books look good. I can help fill in any holes at school since we'll both be there." He handed the books back to Harry.

Harry quickly agreed and put the books back in his trunk.

"Alright dearie, that's you done," Madam Malkin said to Draco, who stepped down from his stool.

"Mother is looking at the wands in Ollivander's, so I had better go catch up with her. I'll see you on the train?"

Harry quickly agreed. Madam Malkin began taking his measurements, and Harry made sure to ask for some casual clothes as well. About half an hour later, he had all of his clothes, and walked out in a set of the casual robes.

Professor Sprout met him just outside with a small cage. Inside was the most beautiful owl he had ever seen. He immediately reached for the cage, cooing gently at the bird to keep her calm. Professor Sprout smiled gently as she handed the owl over. "I also got her a good supply of treats that should last her until you get to Hogwarts," she said. "She's a snowy owl, and very well trained."

"She's beautiful," Harry breathed. "She'll need the perfect name. I'll find it after we're done shopping."

Professor Sprout took one last look at the list and nodded. "We just have to get your wand now. Ollivander's is just this way." She began to walk towards the store, letting Harry talk quietly to his owl.
When they entered the dilapidated looking shop, Harry saw dusty shelves filled with dusty boxes. He gazed around, wondering what he was supposed to be doing, when he heard a voice behind him.

"Mr. Potter. I had wondered when I would be seeing you in my shop. I remember when your parents were in here. You have your mother's eyes, you know. She had a willow wand, ten and a quarter inches, swishy. Good for charms, it was. Your father, on the other hand, preferred a mahogany wand, eleven inches and pliable. Of course, I say preferred, the wand chooses the wizard. And every witch and wizard who has come into my shop has left with a wand. Let's see what we can find for you. Hold out your wand arm, if you would."

Harry obediently held out his right arm, wondering what the old man needed his arm for. His question was quickly answered as a tape measure sprang to life from the desk and began to measure everything it could reach, including between his nostrils and the width of his foot. Ollivander returned with a few boxes and snapped his fingers at the tape measure, making it stop measuring and fly back to the desk. Harry was handed a wand, only to have it almost instantly snatched back. Ollivander began muttering under his breath, handing Harry wand after wand, some, Harry waved before they were taken away, others, Harry had barely touched before they were snatched back. Instead of looking discouraged, Ollivander seemed to look more excited with each wand that was rejected.

Finally, Ollivander paused. "I wonder...." He said, headed towards the back of the shop, quickly disappearing among the stacks. He came back shortly with a box that was covered in dust. "Try this one Mr. Potter. Eleven inches, Holly with a phoenix feather core."

Harry took the wand and immediately felt it react with—something in him. He waved it and green and gold sparks flew from the end. He smiled. It had taken a long time, but he had a wand.

"Interesting, very interesting," Ollivander was muttering beside him.

"Sir? What's interesting?" Harry asked.

"The phoenix whose feather resides in that wand only gave two feathers. It is interesting that this wand is the brother of the one who gave you that scar," he said, pointedly looking at Harry's forehead. Harry wanted to hide, but knew that it would only make him look weak in front of a virtual stranger, so instead he nodded, getting out his money pouch.

"How much for the wand and a holder for it? I've seen people walking around with their wands in holders on their arms."

"Nine galleons for the wand and holster. I'll go fetch you one." Ollivander returned quickly with a holster and showed Harry how to put it on, how the wand fit in it, and how to quickly get it out. Harry left quickly after that and found Professor Sprout standing right outside.

"Come. Let's find you a place to stay until school starts," she said. "You're not going back to those relatives of yours, not if I can help it."

After getting a room for the month in the Leaky Cauldron, Harry quickly pulled out the first of his wizarding books, reading through it and finding the perfect name for his owl. "Hedwig. What do you think, girl?" The owl hooted softly in reply, and he smiled, then yawned, just then realizing how tired he was. He put his book away and opened the window for Hedwig in case she wanted to hunt, then changed into a set of sleep clothes and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.