Chapter 1: An introduction
It was a rather dark and cold day. Radio on, sitting by the window while Paris in the Rain plays, she found herself wishing it would be colder and possibly rainy. London still looked as busy as usual. Then slowly, she sat up, walked, wait no, slid down into the kitchen as if she was floating,
"Accio Butterbeers," she murmured.
3 bottles of butterbeers zoomed toward her. Sitting down on an orchid blue table, she cracked open a bottle, helping herself to some strange-looking, greenish type of oysters. She seemed disgruntled by the food, but nevertheless, she started eating. It was a dark, moonlit room. Moonlights shone through what seems like transparent ceiling, reflecting on the silver letters Astrice Lætus 7, printed on a handsome looking handle of a carefully polished broomstick, which bore a forget-me-not blue colour. Everything seemed rather quiet, and the only sound was heard was a faint pop from the distance.
"Mimblewimble," said a low, deep voice that belonged to a man. There were strange noises, yet the woman eating oysters didn't even bother to look up. As the intruder come inside, he found himself surrounded in a rather gloomy looking room, yet everything, from the paint on the wall to the colour of the carpets were covered in different shades of blue.
"Thought you were supposed to be in Slytherin April? Your whole family have been there, yet you are a Ravenclaw. Such a disgrace to your family eh?" said the man, smirking.
"State your business, Andrew," replied the woman called April coldly. She gave the intruder a piercing look with her blazing blue eyes.
"I'm here to deliver you a letter from Albus, April. It doesn't look good nowadays eh? Dumbledore stopped trusting you?"
At these words, she reacted so fast that one couldn't see the wand drawn from behind her robe while she shouted "Stupefy!". A jet of blue light erupted from the tip of her long, handsome wand.
"Protego!" shouted Andrew, just as quick as April, perhaps a fraction of second faster. A silvery white substance appeared between Andrew and the blue jet of light, which bounced back at April. She dodged quickly, causing the jet of light to come in contact with the wall that bore a brilliant shade of blue. The moment the two things met, the wall exploded. Enraged, she shouted:
"PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!"
With one swift movement, the spell was deflected. Andrew still stayed calm, though he was being pushed back rather fast by a fierce looking April. Slowly, they reached the door of April's compartment, which Andrew took his chance immediately by disapparating with a faint pop. April was left alone in the mess of her house.
13 years previously
Kendra April was travelling down to Diagon Alley, the biggest wizarding town in British. It was 4 days before the 1st of September 1969, the day in which she will attend Hogwarts as a first year. She just turned 11 a day previously, and she got a brilliantly white owl as a present. She was travelling towards the ice cream store, where she bought a nice, big Sundae for 12 Knuts. Then she quickly travelled to Mr. Ollivander, a famous and celebrated wandmaker. His shop was old and battered looking, with a sign that seems to be 500 years old, which bore the words "Ollivanders: makers of fine wands since 382 B.C". She seemed unable to contain her giddiness as she hurried on inside.
It was a dark, gloomy shop, and the sound of a bell rang somewhere in the back. Mr. Ollivander hurriedly run up to the counter.
"New wand, I suppose, my dear?" said Mr. Ollivander
"Yes sir."
"And your name is…?"
"Kendra April, sir."
"Ahh, I see. Yeah, your blue eyes quite resemble your mothers'. She was a rather fine girl, and so was her wand. English Oak, 10 ¾ inches, slightly yielding with a Phoenix feather as her core. Her wands did wonderful things. I hope yours will too. So which is your wand arm?"
"I'm left-handed, sir."
"Ahh I see. Very good. Give me a moment," said Mr. Ollivander. Right after he had said it, measuring tapes and rulers appeared out of nowhere, auto quills were scribbling frantically, while Mr. Ollivander went to the back and brought back a stack of wands.
"Ok Kendra. 12 ½ inches, Phoenix feather, Cypress wood, unyielding. Just give this wand a little flick. That will do."
And so Kendra flicked. It caused a bizarre looking pot next to her explode. Mr. Ollivander hastily changed another wand, which was 9 ¾ inches, Unicorn hair, Alder, quite bendy. It caused a mount of wand to scatter.
And so, on and on they tried, the mount of tried wands kept on getting higher and higher. April was getting more and more worried, yet Mr. Ollivander was the opposite. The more wands they had to try, the happier he seemed.
"Tricky customer eh? Don't worry, there's definitely a match for you in here. How about this. Unusual combination, yes. Definitely the only wand I ever created using that…. Here you go Kendra, try it out."
April reached out to take it. As the tips of her finger touches the wand, she sensed a sudden rush of affection and longing towards the wand, which felt like the wand and the master were finally united after years and years lost from each other. Rainbow sparks shot out of her wand, which transfigured several ugly looking origamis into gorgeous butterflies.
"Wonderful," exclaimed Mr. Ollivander, "Excellent! 15 ¾ inches, Yew, quite nice and supple, with Thestral hair as the core substance. The only wand that I ever used Thestral hair for. You are promised a very unique path, Kendra. Well, best of lucks to you!"
April thanked Mr. Ollivander, paid him his 11 Galleons and hurried out of the shop. She was all excited about being the only person who ever owned a Thestral hair wand from Mr. Ollivander, but she should've known better, that all the good time wasn't always built to last.
-End of chapter 1-
(Author's note: This is the first time ever, EVER, written a fanfiction. So if I made any mistakes or any unacceptable plot twist, you are very welcome to make reviews and comment. Thanks for your support a lot. Peace out! Signed: 'w)