Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Only additional characters.
Story: After Lord Voldemort's downfall, after the Deathly Hallows.
She would stare at the mysterious, small shop that seemed to be squeezed tightly between the two big clothing and apparel stores. The tacky store fascinated the teen as it was captivating. It seemed that no one else had noticed it was there. She had asked Allard about it before…
"Hey, Allard. You see that small store with the fading gold font?" Jay asked, pointing her long, slender finger towards the unattractive store that looked centuries old. "What store? G&F? Might I remind you that we're here for groceries, not clothes?" Allard replied in a deep, matured voice. He seemed not to hear the part about the gold font and squinted through his overgrown, light brown hair at the store. He looked at the store display, where several mannequins were dressed in the newest hip clothes. "No, the one next to it on the left. That old little store over there." Jay replied, brushing her shoulder-length black hair to the side so she could look at the eye-catching store more properly."Gregorovitch Wands. I wonder what they sell…" "I don't see anything that says that. Anyway, we should get going." Allard answered, not paying much attention, and walking briskly into the crowd, leaving Jay behind. Still staring at the mysterious store, she quickly followed after him.
Jay never really cared, but her suspicions about the store had gotten the best of her. On a cold Saturday afternoon in February, she walked towards Gregorovitch Wands, after many weeks of looking at the store but never actually approaching it. She squinted, trying to look past the dirty window, but couldn't see anything inside. It was a mystery. This little store was special. It wasn't shady, nor was it ugly. It had rather cozy feeling of excitement and wonder. It seemed almost magical.
Jay looked around to see if anyone else was approaching the store as well, but failed to see anyone who even glanced towards her direction. Shrugging inwardly, she placed her hand over the ornate silver doorknob and turned slowly. With an anticipating look in her dark brown eyes, she carefully stepped into the store, and looked around in awe and fascination.
It seemed that the store was just dark in general as there were no lights, but a few candles lined up on an old bookshelf. There were rows and rows of bookshelves, which seemed to be filled with small rectangular boxes, rather than books. Looking around herself, Jay couldn't help but think that the store resembled a stereotypical, haunted house. There was dust on every surface of the old wooden furniture, and the air was a bit stuffy and the store no longer looked so charming. It was still exciting and mysterious, yes, but had lost its unattractive attractiveness.
Suddenly, there was a loud crack that echoed through in entire room, breaking the peace around the curious girl. Gasping in shock, Jay whipped around to the source of sound that came from behind, knocking over an old-fashioned bottle of ink in the process that added to the tension and surprise in the atmosphere.
There stood a tall figure in a black hooded cloak that cast a frightening aura around. The young man lowered his hood and revealed his menacing blue eyes that seemed to pierce the silence. The two people in the store stared at each other. The nervous teenage girl and the fearsome young man in a long, overflowing cloak.
Without warning, the man quickly whipped out what seemed to be a stick of beautifully carved wood. Startled, Jay stepped back immediately, wondering whether or not this was a sign of aggression or threat. As the strange man advanced with his 'weapon' aloft, Jay began to feel more and more uneasy by the second.
"What are you playing at? Not defending yourself with a wand at a time like this! You idiots truly don't understand the power of the King! Who are you?!" the man demanded sharply, practically yelling at Jay. She had no idea what was going on, but was still trying to figure out where this man had come from.
"I, er… Sorry, but I don't what you're talking about." She replied quickly, trying to keep eye contact, which was a hard task as the blonde man's glare penetrated hers stare with malice. "Well, I must be going." She muttered and walked quickly as her legs would allow towards the door. But the man had stepped in front of the exit, still pointing the wooden stick towards her.
Oh, shit, Jay thought and tried to remember some basic self-defense techniques. But before she could come up with a plan to escape from this crazed man, she heard another loud crack and saw another identical hooded figure appear out of thin air next to the one that was advancing towards her. Jay gasped in shock, staring at the man that had just apparated who was lowering his hood. He had a heavier build than the slender blonde man with dark brown hair and eyes, but with the murderous intent to match.
"Well, well… Who is this, Malfoy? I thought I'd accompany you just in case you wouldn't... Ah… Stray." Crackling a wheezy laugh, the newly arrived man glanced towards the young lady with interest. "And what may you be doing here, darling?" he drawled.
"I was just interrogating her before you rudely interrupted, Goyle." The man named Malfoy replied coldly. "So, what are you doing here?" Malfoy demanded once more. He was now accompanied by the other man, Goyle who looked a bit strong.
But before Jay could stutter any response to the threatening men, Goyle had pulled out a stick of wood of his own and lazily said, "Stupefy."
"Damn it, Goyle! What's the point of me asking her anything if you were going to stun her?" Malfoy cried out in frustration. He saw that the girl had fallen in a stiff, standing position.
"I'd watch your mouth if I were you, Malfoy. Ever since your traitorous parents tried to escape after the fall of the Dark Lord, little Drakey isn't the favored one now, is he?" Goyle questioned, enjoying the anger that had sparked in Malfoy's face that had moved down to his clenched fists. "We'll take her back to headquarters and find out who she's working for."
Glaring at Goyle, the 20-year-old Draco Malfoy had quickly spun on the spot and disapparated on the spot, not looking back to see the black-haired girl stir confusedly and Goyle's shocked face. If Malfoy had left a few seconds later, he would've seen that Goyle's properly-performed spell did not affect the mysterious girl. The one that had turned up at the store, Gregorovitch Wands.