"Mom? Can I go paint now?" I called from the table. My head was resting on my hand and I was going cross-eyed staring at the math summerwork for over an hour. Just had one problem left.
"Look, Clary. I'll help you with this and then you can go paint." Mom said, entering from the kitchen. I scooted over and Mom sat down on the other wooden chair. Her red hair was in a bun so it didn't bug her.
"This is algebra. Look." Mom said and helped me with the last problem. I heard a pecking on the window and looked up. It was an brown owl carrying a letter.
"Ma. It's an owl." I pointed at the window. My mom furrowed her eyebrows and opened the window. The owl flew in and rested on the top of the sofa. I walked over and opened my hand. The letter dropped in it. Mom walked over and opened the letter.
"Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry." Mom whispered.
"I'm a witch?" I breathed. "I'm a witch! I'm a witch!" I yelled at the top of my lungs and jumped around happily. Mom was still holding the letter and looking at it strangely. I stopped yelling and my feet froze. "Aren't you happy, Mom?" I queried. Mom dropped the letter on the couch and smiled warmly. She picked me up and danced with me.
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"Clary. Come on. We need to get to Gringotts." Mom called through the crowd. She was holding my hand as she led me toward the big white bank. When we were in, I glanced at the rows against each wall of goblins working at a desk. Mom looked up at a goblin with glasses resting on his nose.
"We have come for the first withdrawal." Mom said formally.
"Follow me and we shall arrange a key and your vault with your starting money." The goblin answered, walking toward the back. We followed him down some halls and then into a mining cart. We crouched down and for a minute we rode down the tracks, every ten seconds seeing someone else riding in one, going to their own vault. When the cart finally stopped, we got out and waited for the goblin to open the vault. Vault 138. He put his hand in his pocket from his black suit jacket and pulled out a silver key. He inserted the key in and twisted it twice.
"Stand back." The goblin directed. Mom and I took a step back and the door opened. My eyes almost popped out of my head as I took in the silver, gold and bronze coins filling up the vault in heaps.
"This is your key. Keep it safe. Enjoy your money Miss Fairchild." The goblin handed me the key and I took it, never taking my eyes from the money.
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I skipped through our last stop. Ollivander's Wands. My mom dropped the school things on a open chair and left me in the shop. There was a boy in there, my age. He turned around and I saw green eyes, exactly like mine, looking at me.
"I'm Harry Potter. You are?" They boy, Harry, said politely with a british accent.
"Clarissa Fairchild. But I like Clary a lot more." I answered, offering my hand. He shook it and smiled.
"I like Clary a lot more too. First year at Hogwarts, too?" Harry looked at his feet.
"Yea. At least I'll know someone, eh?" Clary said softly, hoping Harry will look back up. He did.
"Mhmm. Same here. I gotta get my wand." Harry said, smiling slightly. A old man with a tuft of grey hair on his head, slid on his ladder into view.
"Hello Miss Fairchild. I will be with you once I have finished with Mr Potter. Now, give me that wand, that is not right." Mr Ollivander gestured to the broken lamp.
"Things like that have happened with thirteen wands." Harry whispered. I giggled and heard Mr Ollivander take a deep breath.
"Are you here with your mom?" I asked.
"No. My parents are dead. I am here with Hagrid. Gamekeeper at Hogwarts." Harry said sadly, his head drooping. I stared between his untamable black hair because there was a lightning shaped scar.
"I'm sorry."
"Mr Potter. Try this one." Mr Ollivander sounded worried. Harry held it and light seemed to appear out of no where. I stumbled back, covering my eyes.
"Strange. Your wand's twin, gave you that scar." Mr Ollivander said softly and pointed to Harry's forehead.
"Harry! Happy Birthday!" A giant hairy man announced just as Mom called "Clary! Happy Birthday!" Both Mom and the man who must be Hagrid, held up owls. Mine black as coal with a tint of brown and Harry's a snowy white owl.
"It's your birthday?" We asked each other. Once we figured out that it was, we started laughing.
"Miss Fairchild. Please come forward." I gulped and look back at Harry who made a 'go on' sign with his hands. I turned back around and walked to the wooden desk.
"I have a feeling that rosewood and unicorn hair will do the trick." He handed me a wand which at certain light, could have a slight pinky color. I held waved it around and tiny flowers seemed to float from the tip.
"Thank you, Miss Fairchild. That's the one and you just made the shop smell better." Ollivander said with a slight dreamy expression and inhaled deeply. Harry and I paid for our wands then walked out of the shop with bags of school items in one hand and in the other, our owls. We chatted about Hogwarts and our birthday and the train ride tomorrow at 11.
"You know, I don't think this will be that bad." I said softly.
Harry smiled and glanced at me. "I agree."
Hallo! November in the house! Hope you will like this crossover cause there are just so damn few. Last time I checked, there were twenty. That was not nice. Nuh uh. Since the ones I am following haven't updated yet! YES! I am looking at you guys! Face-to-computer-to-computer-to-face! Please update more. I am hoping, by the way, to get at least one review, even if its to say 'You suck, November! Stop writing!'. I'll still write. I just really want a sign of life. By the way. If you dont have an account, YOU CAN STILL REVIEW. I TRIED!
So please review. Hope you liked my Stingray.
-November