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"This would go a lot quicker," I state in annoyance, carrying a bag full of school supplies, looking at my godfather Remus Lupin, "If you allowed me to split up from you."
"It's your first year at Hogwarts, Taylor," He replies smiling down at me. "Diagon Alley can be difficult to navigate through no matter your age."
We stop outside of Madam Malkin's Robes and I roll my eyes at him. "Moony, I think I can try on robes by myself, don't you think? We would save much more time if I got my robes while you got my books or something, don't you think?"
"Promise that you'll stay in the store then?"
I grin, having gotten my way. "Of course," I reply brightly and almost skip into the store.
I look around the robe shop and see the top of a witch's hat towards the back. "Excuse me," I state.
A squat witch dressed in mauve, she jumps at the sound of my voice. "I didn't hear you come in dear, please come here."
I walk towards her and she smiles at me. "Hogwarts?" She asks.
I nod at her and she gestures towards a stool. I stand on top of it and she instantly drapes a robe over me and begins to pin it to fit. Just as she begins to pin the hem up on the bottom of my robe a blonde boy walks in and begins to be fitted by a second witch to my right.
"Hogwarts, too?" He asks me.
"Obviously," I reply.
He wasn't in the least taken aback by my bluntness and continues. "My father's buying my books and my mother is looking at wands. Then I think I'll drag them off to look at racing brooms, it's a pity they don't let first years have their own. Maybe I'll try smuggling one in."
"Have you got your own broom?" He continues.
"Yeah," I reply. "For ages now."
"Then you play Quidditch?"
"You can say that," I reply, bored with this conversation.
He continues any way. "Do you know what house you'll be in yet?"
Figures he would ask the question that I myself have been dreading. "I suspect Gryffindor or Slytherin."
"I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been," He replies.
No surprise to me there. He seems like he would get along great with the gits that are in Slytherin. Most dark wizards came from Slytherin house.
"Were your parents our kind?" He asks me.
"If you mean witch and wizard, then yes."
"I really don't think that they should let the other sort in, do you? I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families."
I look at him, face void of emotion. "What's your surname?"
"Malfoy," he replies proudly, grinning. "You?"
I try not to show the surprise that I was feeling at the boy for stating his name. I've not even set forth in the castle and I've already met my half-brother and he has no idea.
I don't have the chance to answer as the witch who was measuring my robes speaks up. "That's it dear, you're done." I hop down from the footstool leaving Malfoy's question un-answered.
"I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," I state to him and turn my back to him as I pick up my set of robes and walk outside where Remus was waiting for me with my books.
"What's with you?" He asks, noticing my change in demeanor as we walk towards Ollivander's to purchase a wand.
"Just an annoying customer in the store," I state, not wishing to get into my real issue at the moment.
Remus opens the door for me and a bell rings. There was very little space to stand for the rest of the store was filled with boxes and looked similar to a library.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice from behind me, making me jump a little. Remus seemed unfazed. I watch as he moves to in front of us. He looks at Remus and smiles. "It seems like just yesterday I was selling you your first wand, Mr. Lupin, still have it then?"
Remus pulls his wand out of his back pocket and hands it to Mr. Ollivander who studies it and hands it back to him. "Well kept, good for you." His attention then goes to me. "And this lovely lady must be your daughter."
Remus shakes his head, smiling nervously. "I'm her godfather."
"Ah," he replies. "My mistake." He looks back down at me, "And what might your name be?"
"Taylor," I reply.
He smiles at me, "And Taylor, do you have a last name?"
"Black."
It was obvious that my last name had startled him and I couldn't help a grin. "You'd be Sirius' daughter then?" He asks me tentatively.
"I would be," I state. I had better get used to this reaction seeing as I'll be in the public view as soon as school starts. It will be quite hard hiding the fact that Sirius Black is my father once I'm in school, seeing as he is one of the most well known murderers in the wizarding world.
"Well then," he states, suddenly getting back to business. "Which is your wand hand?"
"Right," I reply.
He has me hold out my arm as he measures different distances. Shoulder to finger, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit…He stops measuring and picks a seemingly random box off of one of the shelves. "Try this one. Maple and dragon heartstring. Eight inches, springy."
I wave the wand only a fraction of a distance before he snatches it out of my hand and retreats to the shelves, pulling out another box. "Beechwood and unicorn hair, seven inches. Quite whippy."
Yet again I hardy raise the wand before he snatches it away from me and hands me another. "Hmmm, try this one. Ebony and Threshal hair, eight and a half inches, nice and supple."
Upon contact with the wand I feel a warmth in my fingers, I wave it and a stream of red and gold sparks shoot from the end, making me smile. "Interesting," he states, taking the wand and wrapping it in a box. "Very interesting."
"What's that?" I ask him.
"Well, it's certainly not unheard of, but I don't tend to use Threshal hair, it makes for quite temperamental wands. I have used it only once before, and that wand, belongs to your aunt, Bellatrix Black."
I pay him for the wand and hurriedly exit, with Remus behind me. "Prat," I state, kicking a stray rock on the ground.
He sighs at me. "You're going to have to get used to it, Tay."
"That doesn't make it any easier," I retort.
"Ready to go home?" He asks, smiling down at me.
"Very," I reply, grabbing hold to him arm as he apparates us back home in our living room. I empty my new purchases into my opened footlocker on the couch and Remus does the same with the bag of books he had been carrying. I slam the lid down hard and sigh.
"You promise you won't disown me if I end up in Slytherin?" I ask him only half joking.
"Taylor," he says pulling me into a hug. "Your House doesn't matter. I love you for who you are."
I pull away and walk to the kitchen for a snack. "You say that now," I mutter, walking back into the living room eating an apple.
He smiles and shakes his head at me. "Why don't you go up to your room and make sure that you have everything packed that you need. The train to Hogwarts leaves early tomorrow."
"I have everything Dad. We've been over this. Eleven o'clock. Platform nine and three quarters. King's Cross. Got it."
"Fine, but if you forget something it's your own problem."
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I do have much more of this story written,
But if it's not liked,
I might abandon it.
