A/N: This story is dedicated to the aunt of Alexandria Knight in my previous story The Prince's Knight. You do not have to read The Prince's Knight to understand this story at all! As the authoress of the story, I would recommend it of course XD Please let me know what you think! Review! Favorite! Love it! Enjoy!

The Chronicles of Aella Knight

"Destiny has two ways of crushing us - by refusing our wishes and by fulfilling them."
-Henri Frederic Amiel

Book One: A Meeting in Diagon Alley

Eleven year old Aella was close to tears as her mother dragged her through Diagon Alley. She had begged her mother to let her mail order her books and supplies, but Abigail Knight put her foot down. Abigail knew her daughter was very uncomfortable in high crowd areas, but she was going to Hogwarts so she had to get over her fear. She turned around to look at Aella, who was following behind her, and sighed. Abigail stopped and knelt down to get on eye level with her daughter.

"Aella, I know you are afraid of visions. I would be too if I had to see the future of my friends. But you must get over your fear of crowds and making friends in the first place. Do you understand? Don't be afraid of your visions."

Aella nodded, causing her mother to straighten up and continue walking, "We are going to get your wand first, dearling."

Aella brightened up considerably and answered, "I haven't seen Grandpa in forever, mum!"

"I know, dearling," her mother answered, marching up to Ollivanders Wand Shop and pushing the door open.

A soft bell jingled as they entered. The old gentleman at the counter looked up from studying a boy with messy dark hair as the eleven year old flicked it as instructed.

"Ah Abigail, I thought you and my beautiful granddaughter would be in here sometime today. Please wait a moment while I finish working with Mr. Potter."

The boy's hazel eyes snapped to Aella's curiously before returning to Mr. Ollivander as he handed him another wand.

"Mahogany wand, eleven inches, with a dragon heartstring core. Very pliable and good for transfiguration."

The boy waved it and grinned broadly when sparks flew from the wand. The man with him- Aella assumed it was his father, they looked related- pulled out the galleons required for the wand and paid her grandfather.

"Come on, James. We need to get your books."

"But dad! I want to watch her get her wand!" the boy answered excitedly, hazel eyes focused on her, "You wouldn't mind would you? Your eyes are cool!"

Aella resisted the urge to hide her pale blue eyes and answered quietly, "I don't mind if Grandpa doesn't mind. He's particular about wands."

"Mr. Ollivander is your grandfather?" James looked at the girl in amazement, "That's so cool! My name is James Potter."

Aella looked at the extended hand that James offered, thankful that she wore a pair of inconspicuous thin gloves- nothing that would draw attention to her wearing gloves in the fall because of the delicate material. Aella's visions came to her instantly with direct skin contact with a person, so she wore gloves as a precaution. Granted, it was not the only way her visions came to her by any means, but it was always the strongest.

She shook his hand and released a soft sigh of relief when she was not assaulted with a vision: "My name is Aella Knight."

"So Mr. Ollivander is your mom's dad!" James said smartly, looking accomplished at the deduction.

Her grandfather cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow, "Aella. Are you ready?"

She nodded, the gesture sending her grandfather to the back of the shop. He returned with a stack of wands in his arms. He handed her the first one with an explanation: "Willow, ten inches, unicorn hair. Very springy."

It was barely in her hands before he snatched it away from her shaking his head. He handed her another: "Holly, nine inches, phoenix tail."

Once again the wand was snatched away from her. Her grandfather looked at her curiously before handing her a wand delicately: "Blackthorn, eleven inches, thestral tail hair. Strong and sturdy. Good for dueling and hexes, such as what you might experience in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

When Aella took the wand in her hand, she felt a tingle start in her hand and run up her arm. She shivered and swished the wand. She was rewarded with a shower of sparks. Her grandfather nodded solemnly and turned to her mother to discuss the price of the wand.

"That's awesome! A thestral tail hair, that's so weird!" James commented, suddenly appearing at her side.

Aella flinched and looked away from him in shame. Weird was not how she wanted to start off her Hogwarts experience.

"I'd say I wish mine had a thestral hair in it! But I don't want my wand mad at me!" James joked, continuing on without noticing her discomfort.

Aella looked at him strangely, "It's not a bad weird?"

"Of course not!" James laughed, "Have you gotten your books yet? We should go together! We could look at the brooms and owls too!"

Aella smiled and nodded, "If it's ok with my mum, I'd like that."

Abigail was proud of her daughter when she asked if they could do the rest of their shopping with James Potter and his father. She nodded and handed her daughter a sack full of galleons, sickles, and knuts for fun shopping after they got books.

After they got their books at Flourish and Blotts and got fitted for their robes at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, her mom and Mr. Potter gave them permission to explore Diagon Alley on their own with a promise to be careful and to meet them later at the ice cream parlor.

They explored enthusiastically. James waited patiently while Aella browsed a store called Obscurus Books. The Potter was ecstatic when Aella dragged him into Broomstix to look at the newest broom on the market.

"I can't wait until we can try out for Quidditch," Aella pouted, "I love it!"

"We'll have to be on the team together!" James exclaimed as they walked out.

Aella nodded in agreement, "Let's go look at Eeylops Owl Emporium. I want an owl."

Aella ended up picking out a beautiful barn owl, naming him Swiftwing. She left Diagon Alley with her mother, promising James that she would meet him and sit with him on the Hogwarts Express in a week. Strangely enough, Aella was not dreading going to Hogwarts as much as she was when she first entered Diagon Alley. Visions were not going to hold her back.

A/N: What do you think? Are you as excited as I am? Please review! I love reviews! They make me very happy! :)