I was slightly apprehencious about writing this. The Harry Potter fan base is a strong one. I am aware at some point Lysander refers to himself as a Lovegood and I just thought I should say here it is because he is showing off and trying to impress. This is my first attempt at a HP story and I tried to do my research on the Next Generation characters as far as I could. I slightly changed this chapter and this is the new version. I hope you enjoy.

Hear us sing

Hear us call

Find mesailor

Findmyform

I woke up, that eerie song still echoing through my head. I could see the early rays of morning coming through the tree branches and sighed, there was no use in trying to go back to sleep. Quietly I got up and changed, opting to wear a white dress, and checked my appearance in the mirror. My stomach lightly rumbled, so I walked into the kitchen, to the sound of humming. My Grandmother was already up and sorting out various food for our various charges. Smiling I smelt the fresh scent of grass as a current of air blew through the arches. Keeping out of Grans way, I grabbed one of the glass vials that were arranged on the counter and walked outside, sipping my sweet refreshing honey drink.

I felt the sunrays on my skin and sat down on the cool grass, marvelling at the house in which we lived. It was stunning. Every time I saw it I would marvel at how amazing magic was. From the outside our house simply looked like a thicket of willow trees, the magic blurring the eyes to make it seem natural. However if you looked carefully you could notice that the branches intertwined, that the trunks bent into recognisable shaped such as windows and doorways. But the best part of the house was inside. Without a doubt. Finishing my drink, I walked back in.

Inside there was a bed of grass and small flowers providing a soft cool carpet under my feet, holding my vial I walked back into the kitchen, oticing my gran had disapeared. This room consisted of other variety of trees, their trunks hollow providing cupboard space, their branches starting low, interlocking to create sturdy counters in a circle, their higher branches creating the floor to the upstairs library.

I placed my vial into a bowl and put the bowl under our water supply. A small tree that's trunk came to waist height, it had a singular branch that curled over and ended on the other side of the trunk. From the end of the branch came a small stream of never ending fresh water, which landed in the top of the trunk which formed a large bowl. We called these the water trees, and as far as we were aware were extremely rare.

Finally snapping out of my daze I washed out my vial, placing it with the other empty vials and put some water in the kettle, placing it on the stove that curved along one of the walls. I heard a little shimmer and looked around, the first of the fairies was waking up, luckily none of the pixies were awake yet, so the house was still relatively quiet and serene.

I heard the humming and turned as my grandmother came back into the kitchen, a few trays of tiny to large empty bowls in her hands. I walked over and helped her, recognising the song she was humming and joining in. Opening cupboards, draws and cutting of herbs from the ceiling we filled the bowls with the food required for each of our charges. Some bowls contained pure honey, some sugar water solution, some a collection of herbs, some a variety of food stuff.

Our task done we took two trays each and split ways. I had the trays of the tiny bowls and with them carefully walked upstairs. Walking the familiar route I entered the first room with on of the trays, leaving the other where it was. This room was massive, shiny mirrors between the trunks and branches of the trees which made up the room. I placed all the bowls at various hollows and nests within the room smiling. This room was the fairy room, whilst nice enough, they were very vain, hence all the mirrors and could get jealous very quickly. I had renamed this room the drama room at a young age.

I walked out and picked up the other tray, climbing even higher up the stairs I perched on the branch and again placed bowls near various nests, chuckling as the first pixies appeared at the sight of their food. I kept on bowl of the pixie food and leaving the pixies to their meal, returned to my room, placing it on the dressing table.

Finally with the first of the house chores done I went back down the stairs, the staircase wound around the kitchen, a soft rug of turf preventing the branches that made the stair case ruining my bare feet. I entered the kitchen as my grandmother walked up out of the basement, slightly singed. The kettle was screaming loudly and I removed it from the hob, getting out a mug and adding coffee followed by the hot water. Again I realised how amazing magic was as I retrieved some milk from one of the tree hollows and my hand went cold. I placed the drink on the table and sat dow, waiting for the rush of activity to finally begin.

I watched as my grandmother sat opposite me, her grey hair pulled back into a bun, her hands clutching the coffee opposite me as she continued to hum. Her electric blue eyes were on me, her kind features, soft and smiling.

There was a crash, stopping my grans humming as she looked to where the crash had come from, 'Stupid bird, will it never learn?' she sighed. I looked around and spotted the daft creature, which flew into the smae branch every single day. Picking up the large bird, I handed the post to the older woman. There was a newspaper, a card and a letter which she handed to me, beaming.

Unsure I opened the letter and let out a triumphant laugh 'Gran, I've been accepted, I'm going to Hogwarts!'

'Well then Ali, I guess we are going to Diagon Alley today, check which of those books we already own and lets be off, don't want to waste any time, one of the griffins ate something dodgy last night, again.'

Within the hour we were in diagon alley, the street was buzzing with excitement. I followed my grandma into Olivanders shop. The old man inside smiled at the sight of my grandmother, coming out from behind the counter to greet her excitedly, kissing her on the cheek and engulfing her in a hug. Olivander then muttered something about having an idea about the wand for her before scuttling off into his mass of wands. Behind them the door opened and shut, Olivander appeared soon after with a long thin box. He smiled in delight at the sight of his new customers. I turned and recognised Luna Lovegood, her gaze seemed a little vacant but she looked happy to be there.

'Open it then dear, we don't have all day' Olivander encouraged her. Doing as I was told, I opened the delicate box and found a long delicate white wand awaiting .me. The birch was smooth and upon picking it up I felt a warm sensation flood her body. 'Unicorn horn and albino phoenix tail feather.' He told, smiling as it started to lightly glow.

After we had left Olivander's shop we visited the robe store, bookshop and of course Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. When living amongst pixies, a mischievous nature seeps into you, and the joke shop always thrilled both myself and my grandmother. It was whilst in the joke shop that I bumped into a bright and bubbly girl with long wild ginger hair. Together we had laughed at the near mishap when we had bumped into each other, and had hit it off. The girls name was Rose, and had been telling me about the pranks she had pulled on her cousins and brother, which were very amusing. Eventually we had had to part company and as I was leaving Rose shouted to me 'Bye, see you at Hogwarts.'

Finally me and gran visited the sweets shop making sure we brought lots of sticky toffee, a favourite of the fairies and pixies whom shared our house.

The next week past in a blur for me. My chores becoming less and less well done as I got more and more excited, my hair going wild. Every morning I reread the letter just to check until Malum, a pixie who had grown attached to me, felt the letter was getting more attention then she, so had hidden it from my sight.

Finally the day came, we arrived at the station, ran through the wall and got to the platform just in time. The final calling was happening. It had been typical that the bloody Augurery would break her wing today of all days. Just typical. At least I had not missed the train. I ran off to the train, trunk in one hand, owl in the other, cat chasing behind me. Before stepping on the train I looked back at my grandmother smiling and shouted 'Bye Gran,' waving. The old woman waved back, tears of pride in her eyes. Stepping onto the train, I, Alitura Dolohov started on the adventure that would become my life as a Witch.

I hope you liked it. I will be posting up another chapter soonish, maybe, depending, due to exams I don't actually have much time at my disposal. Please comment to tell me what you thought of it so far and I look forward to the next chapter.