Salazar only accompanied his friend halfway. He hoped he could stay friends with him forever. He'd never met someone as understanding as he was, maybe he wouldn't judge that he was a parselmouth? He shook his head and walked for his cold and empty manor.
For the days to come, they played together quite a lot. Sometimes at the river, sometimes they'd go to Godric's house. His mum was glad to have finally met the boy that occupied her son's mind.
These days were bliss. As even his father drank less and less.
Other times they'd go to the empty manor. When it had been 4 days going back and fourth, Godric finally perked up enough courage to ask where his parents were.
"Gone on an adventure, they'll be back when they want to be back."
With a shrug, that's the answer Salazar gave him. It was a vague one, but he thought nothing of it.
It was finally Christmas eve, that meant, Godric turning 11. He woke up very early that morning, he couldn't wait for a wand of his own.
He did his chores and fetched water. Had a brief conversation with Mr. Bagshot who reminded him that, now that he was 11, it was a good age to get married.
Godric brushed it off. He had plans. He didn't want to settle down in this remote village, he wanted to travel the country, meeting other wizards and duelling. Amass wealth and fame, be immortal. Living in people's minds for centuries to come.
"Good morning mum, dad," he said as he entered the house, radiating a great deal of energy.
"Oh boy, are you that excited?" His father asked.
"Of course I am, I'll be a fully-fledged wizard. I can finally duel with Salazar. I can finally learn advanced spells too!" He said, eating everything on his plate at amazing speeds.
"You should calm down, after all, your dad will go with you. Seems pointless to eat so fast, when you'll have to wait for him."
He hadn't considered that, so he looked dejected. His mother looked at him, shaking her head.
After waiting for a whole hour, it was finally time to go to the village square. The portkey to the Ollivander family was there. His father had sent an owl to them a couple of days ago, to let them know of their arrival. So they were expected.
"Now, son, the sensation of using the portkey isn't a pleasant one."
His father continued to speak, but Godric wasn't paying much attention to what he was saying. His father sighed, and told him to hold on to a tattered hat.
They both did, and immediately it swallowed them whole. Godric felt like the inside of his stomach was being pulled by an invisible hand.
Getting to the other side, he fell face first and emptied the contents of the breakfast he had that morning.
"This, why did we do this, why didn't we take the broom instead!"
"Brooms are too conspicuous, I told you about this didn't you listen."
"I— blegh." He continued to vomit his mother's delicious breakfast. He regretted eating, if he had known, he wouldn't have ate.
"Bet you're thinking you shouldn't have ate?"
"Dad! Are you reading my mind?"
"Of course not, you're easy to read. But not eating would've been a bigger mistake. Maybe you'd be emptying out your stomach insides."
That chilled his every bone. They started walking towards a big manor, with the sign 'Ollivanders' at the gate. There were elves outside waiting to welcome them.
The manor wasn't like Salazar's, this one was bright, warm and full of life. Godric wondered why that is. Maybe it was because, Salazar lived in that big house all by his self. Except for help.
The manor was well maintained, the hedge was beautifully trimmed. The walkway had tiny rocks. The gate opened all on its own.
"Welcome, master is waiting inside." the tiny elf said in its ragged but clean, clothes.
"How come we don't have one." Godric whispered.
"You, hush." His father scolded him.
They entered the manor, and waited for a little while before the owner came down to greet them.
"Ah, Mr. Gryffindor, we were expecting you."
"Mr. Ollivander, thank you for receiving us." He greeted back, and they shook hands.
"This way. This must be the lad, Godric."
"Pleased to meet you Mr. Ollivander."
They walked into a room that looked like a shop. As big as it was, the shelves full of boxes with wands made the room feel a little bit claustrophobic.
They went through a lot of wands, none of which suited him. He was getting extremely nervous and frustrated. What if no wand chose him?
The Wandmaker thought for a second, and remembered a very stubborn wand, he'd had for many years that refused to choose anyone who came to his shop.
"Wait a moment, I might just have something."
He looked through his storage and fortunately found it. He brought it out to the lad that wore an expression of both anxiety and melancholy.
Godric picked it up not expecting anything to happen, but the moment he picked it up, he felt warmth coursing through his body.
"Ah, Red Oak wood, phoenix feather core, 12 inches. Nice and supple. You may just be a great duelist."
Godric was smiling from ear to ear. A wand finally chose him, after hours of going through the shop.
"Well, give it a try."
Godric was a bit nervous, this was his first time doing real magic. His head was so jumbled he didn't know which of the many spells he was taught, to use.
He pointed at the box the wand came with, "accio." The box zoomed straight for him but fell halfway before it reached him.
"Don't look so disappointed, I've sold away a lot of wands. Many kids can't even move their objects. You made it fly, that's a great achievement." The Wandmaker tried to cheer him up.
After choosing of the wand and the payment was done. He invited them to lunch. As people who were expected, he prepared a feast for them.
Godric wasn't really into it, as he remembered he'd have to travel through the portkey again. He also didn't want to vomit his own intestines, so he ate.
He just sat there listening to the adults talking, clearly they knew each other and maybe they were even friends.
After the great lunch, they bade Mr. Ollivander farewell and left for their home. On the way, Godric was practicing his wand movements.