The air in Diagon alley was thick with fear. Barely any witches or wizards dared to enter the streets. Many of the shops had been broken into or damaged in some way or other. Some were left abandoned while others had been boarded up. Broken glass and pieces of the shops lay scattered about the streets of Diagon alley. There were very few shops that remained intact. Ollivanders was one of these shops, one of the last ones still in place, and one of the last ones to remain open. Business had been suffering lately since all the death eaters had been wreaking havoc upon diagon alley while the ministry failed to keep control.
A young witch appeared suddenly. She was dressed in a long black flowing cloak with silver buttons on it. The clicking of her heels could be heard echoing throughout the main street of Diagon ally. Her long wavy dark blonde hair bounced with every step she took. The few witches and wizards that were brave enough to travel during these times watched her from behind thick darkened glass windows of the other shops that had decided to remain open. They all watched her in fear that she would fall victim to the death eaters whom now ran this area.
They watched as she glanced up once and then turned right and made her way up the stairs and into the shop of Ollivanders. They all let out a relived breath and then turned back to what they were doing.
Ollivanders was lit very darkly as the young witch looked around curiously at all the wands that seem to cover every inch of the shop.
"Good Morning Miss" called a warm voice from the top of the stairs at the back of the shop.
"I wasn't expecting anyone to come in today" he admitted as he made his way down the steps while he juggled a steaming mug, a few boxes of wands and some other random thing in his arms. Once he reached the front desk he placed it all down and then took the time to observe the customer in front of him.
"Hello" she replied as he pale pink lips spread into a sweet smile.
"And how can I help you today?" he asked.
"I'm looking for a wand." She said as she looked down nervously at her feet.
"I'm sorry but you seem a bit old to be getting your first wand" Ollivander muttered as he looked the girl over.
Her bright electric blue eyes flashed up staring at him as she nervously ran her fingers through her hair.
"It will not be my first wand," She admitted as she again turned her gaze back to the floor.
"My wand was snatched" she explained as she pulled her coat closer to her hoping it would hide her shaking.
"There's been a lot of that going on lately" sighed Ollivander as he opened a desk drawer and took out a tape measure.
He walked around the counter slowly and asked the girl to hold out her wand arm. She quietly lifted her right arm out towards him. He measured her arm quickly and then scratched his head as he looked over the vast collection of wands. He then headed towards the back of the shop and disappeared among the piles of boxes.
He returned a few moments later. His arms were filled with boxes as he placed them all down on the counter and then started to rummage through them.
"Here try this, Willow, 10 inches with a Hippogriff feather." He said as he handed the girl the wand.
She accepted it and flicked it quickly which caused a small flame to start on the top of wand pile.
"Definitely not that one!" he exclaimed as he quickly grabbed the wand from her and put the fire out.
He handed her another one from out of a dark blue velvet looking box.
"Mahogany, 12 inches, with a dragon heartstring" he said as he watched her intensely.
She waved it and boxes started falling off the shelves.
"Hmm" he said as he took the wand out of her hand and then walked back among the shelves of wands again.
This time he came back with a dark gray box with silver stars etched into the left corner of it.
He walked around the counter and opened the box allowing her to get it out herself.
"Cherry Wood, 13 inches, with dementor ash" he barely whispered as he watched her pick the wand up in her hand and look it over.
The wand was stained a dark crimson color it had silver band around the handle of the wand that was encrusted with swirls and above that was a silver crescent moon etched into the wood. She rolled the wand in her hand and then with a quick movement waved it. A bright blue glow appeared around her and she smiled brightly.
Ollivander continued to stare at her.
"Something wrong?" she asked him as she noticed he was not taking his eyes off of her.
"I've never sold a wand with dementor ash before. That wand has been here since the shop opened which was a very long time ago. It is the only one of its kind the creator of that wand died while making the wand…"He explained.
"There is obviously much more to you than meets the eyes, Miss Frost" he said as he stared at her right in the eyes.
She smiled brightly as she tapped into his thoughts reading his mind. He knew exactly who she was having heard the stories about her from others though the wizarding world had never known what she had looked like he could tell she was something dark. And the dementor ash just made that more obvious. He thought to the time where he had attempted to test out that wand and it had his burned his hand at the slightest touch. He recalled how they had mentioned the girl was part veela which was now more obvious as she stood before him. He knew he could not fight her rumors were the girl was very powerful. Some even said she had been trained by Voldemort himself. He shuddered at the name.
"Have you come to kill me?" he asked her with a serious straight face.
"No sir that would be a waste to our kind" she replied honestly as she lowered her wand knowing he did not have it in him to fight against her.
"So how much do I owe you for the wand?" she asked not wanting to be ruder than she had to be.
"I don't think I need to worry about money where I'll be going" he nodded as he looked down at the ground.
"I have no intention of hurting you and neither does the dark lord as long as you cooperate with him accordingly" she informed him as she began to glance towards the windows.
"Are the others coming as well?" he asked
"Not many, but we have to make it look like a snatching. Sadly I am not the one who will be taking you so I'd advise you to do as your told to avoid injury." She smiled as she turned back towards him.
"You're here on a mission." He said as his eyes became wide with fear.
"That I am" she bragged as a smirk formed upon her lips.
Just then there was a loud bang and the windows to the shop burst into pieces, glass shattered everywhere as black smoke filled the room. When the smoke finally cleared four people stood behind the girl.
"Alyson, did you get your wand?" asked a female voice as Bellatrix Lestrange staggered forward removing her death eater mask from her face.
"Miss Lestrange. Walnut, 12 ¾ inches, with dragon heartstring" he said slowly as he glanced around the room at the other death eaters.
"Yes, I got my wand." Alyson nodded as she turned and showed Bellatrix.
"That looks wonderful dear, suits you very well" she smiled wickedly.
"I knew it would be a matter of time before you came for me" muttered Ollivander.
"He figured you would have come to us by now but since you haven't he asked that we invite you to join us" Greyback explained as he added a cackle.
And with that Scabior threw a thick sack over his head and tied it off at the bottom so the man could not see anything.
"Are you ready?" Greyback asked Alyson as he raised his wand to her.
"Make it look convincing" she growled at Greyback as she backed up a few paces knowing that Greyback would enjoy this moment more than anything in his life.
Greyback sneered and raised his wand in the air and was about to mutter something when Bellatrix interrupted.
"No! Let Draco do it" she insisted knowing all too well that if she allowed Greyback to go ahead he would make sure Alyson ended up in St. Mungos's for weeks.
"Always ruining my fun" hissed Greyback as he lowered his wand and shot her a nasty look.
"Come on Draco, do it" Bellatrix egged on as she went behind him and whispered something in his ear.
Draco raised his wand, his hand shaking violently as he struggled to bring himself to hex Alyson.
"Draco you have to do this, otherwise it won't work. You know the dark lord hates it when the Malfoys fail him" she hissed as her lips broke into a small smirk knowing that would give him what he needed to hex her.
"Expelliarmus" Draco yelled suddenly which sent Alyson flying into the air. She crashed into the wall hitting her head and causing a ton of wands and their boxes to fall. She landed crumpled on the ground half conscious.
"Very good" laughed Greyback as he patted Draco on the shoulder.
The death eaters then begin to file out of the shop. Alyson watched as Bellatrix blew her a kiss and gave her a quick smile while Draco stumbled behind her giving Alyson a quick apologetic look before Bellatrix grabbed him and dragged him out of the shop. She could hear him in her head "I'm so sorry Alyson, please don't be mad at me" he thought. "Don't be it had to be done to get this mission to work. I'll be fine I promise. See you at Hogwarts" she thought back to him. And in an instant they became smoke and disappeared again.
Alyson closed her eyes, feeling a warm substance falling down her forehead. She lifted her hand slowly to her head just as two young red heads who looked exactly alike came bursting into the shop.
"Ollivander!" yelled one as he ran to the back of the shop and searched around.
More wizards entered the shop as a man in tribal garments entered the shop with his wand drawn.
"Is he back there?" he asked in a heavily accented voice.
"No!" yelled the one red head in the back of the store.
The man in the tribal clothing ran upstairs as another red headed man who was much older than the boys entered the shop, they must be the Weasleys she thought to herself. Two more men rushed into the shop. One of them she knew to be Albus Dumbledore and the other she knew better than most, Severus Snape.
The one Red head glanced around the shop and that's when he noticed Alyson buried under the boxes of wands.
"There's a girl!" he yelled as he made his way over to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he been to rip the boxes away that were piled on top of her.
She did reply, she just stared up into his enchanting light brown eyes.
"What's your name?" he asked her as he put his arm behind her neck and pulled her up off the floor and towards him.
"Ali" she whispered and with that she passed out knowing that in order for the dark lord's plan to succeed she had to be super convincing and she would not only have to actually get along with these people she would have to get very close to them so they would trust her.