Dark-lord Descendant
By Lyvellan Hawke
Achaia was only seven years old when her 1st case of accidental magic occurred. She was in the living room of her house, which was decorated with a hideous amount of yellow. Achaia HATED that color, her mom was always buying her yellow dresses, yellow sock, and even a yellow and black scarf with some type of furry animal on them. She never understood why her mother loved that color so much, personally Achaia preferred blue or green. Achaia had about enough of the awful mustard looking color when one day her mother came into the room holding up what looked to be yet another sunflower dress.
Achaia lost it, she started screaming and yelling that she hated yellow and hated the scarf her mother oh so loved. She then threw that scarf down at her mother's trembling feet, and in that moment something happened. All around her the yellow tinted room began to change into an iridescent turquoise blue and emerald green. Shocked, her mother screamed in surprise and an odd joy.
"Bruce! Bruce come here, you've got to see this!"
"What is it now Helena? If it's another story about that darn Potter don't bother wasting my time."
"Bruce Wulfric Grindlewald, get your cranky butt in here or you're going to miss your daughter's 1st case of magic!"
"Her first case of what?! Holy Dumbledore what's happening!? Why's the room changing colors?"
"Apparently Achaia prefers blue and green" says Helena chuckling. "Our daughter is officially a witch!"
"Oh Achaia, my sweet princess I'm so proud of you."
And now several years later that memory made Achaia smile, but also made her a tad bit upset, because that is the last good memory she had of her once perfect family. She doesn't quite understand why her parents died, just that a week later when Achaia was visiting her mom's sister somebody had broken into her home and killed her parents.
"Enough daydreaming, I got to get all my supplies for my 1st year at Hogwarts." Looking at her supplies she could see that her Aunt Elaina had already gotten most of it, except for her wand and robes. "Aunt Elaina, where could I get a wand? I don't see any store signs."
"It's right over there sweetie, Ollivander's is the best place to get your wand. Now go on and get it while I get your school robes."
Looking to where her Aunt had pointed all Achaia could see was a charred sign with barely legible writing. Knowing her Aunt would want to hurry up and leave before Diagon Alley got crowded, Achaia ran off in excitement. She barely noticed what looked to be another 1st year until it was to late. Pushing herself off the ground Achaia introduced herself.
"Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going!" she exclaimed as she reached her hand out to the other girl. "My name is Achaia Grindlewald, and you are?"
Taking Achaia's hand the young girl muttered,
"Rebecca, my name is Rebecca Papyrus. I wouldn't worry about running into me; people do it all the time. Are you here to get your wand? I just got mine and I love it! I just hope I do well at school."
Achaia could see the underlying frown on Rebecca's face and it was in that moment Achaia decided to befriend the young girl. She hated to see people sad, and Achaia wanted to make sure to be there to defend Becca in case she needed it.
"Hey Becca would you mind coming in with me while I get my wand? I'm a bit nervous and could use a friend."
With a surprised, but gracious look upon her face Becca replied,
"Of course I'll come in with you! No need to be nervous, he may be odd but Ollivander is the best there is."
Walking into the musty and dark-lit store all Achaia could see were boxes, upon boxes lining the walls. All of a sudden Achaia heard a soft thud, and a quiet but intriguing voice she assumed belonged to the owner.
"I was wondering when you would enter my shop young Achaia Grindlewald. I remember the day that you're mother came in here for her first wand, it was Cherry, 11 inches, and with a unicorn hair core."
Walking towards her Ollivander had set out two boxes and told her to flick and swish. Achaia did as she was told and picked up a dark chestnut wand and wavered for a moment.
"Go on, give it a wave!" exhaled Ollivander.
Achaia flicked her wrist and a bouquet of flowers caught on fire. Mumbling that she was sorry, Achaia set the wand down and picked up the other. This time when she flicked her wrist glass shattered all around them.
"Maybe I'm just not cut out to be a witch."
"Nonsense darling, those wands just weren't for you. Hmm, I wonder."
"Wonder what Mr. Ollivander?" Achaia asked.
"This particular wand is one of my favorites because it is so rare to see the combination that it has. Go on and try it, I know you will love it."
Picking up the beautiful mahogany and spiral laced wand, Achaia noticed something different. The air around her began to brighten, and her hair began to float.
"I knew it! I knew this wand would choose you. Before you ask why I stated that I will tell you Miss Achaia. Contrary to popular belief wizards/witches do not pick out their wands. It's actually the opposite, and it comes as no surprise that this wand with its mahogany spruce wood and dragon heartstring core would choose you."
"Why isn't that a surprise?" Achaia questioned the old man.
"Darling don't you know the meaning behind your name?"
But before he could tell her, Aunt Elaina had ushered her and Becca out the door. Saying their goodbyes Achaia and Becca waved to each other promising to write to each other every day before school began. Heading home with her Aunt, Achaia realized that from this moment on her life would never be the same.
