A/n: Hey guys! So I have recently gotten back into the Harry Potter fanfics and was inspired to write my own. I hope you guys all enjoy and if you have any suggestions or notice anything wrong please let me know!
The three years of Hogwarts were some of the best years of my life. Being a halfblood, I feel, gave me the understandings to get the best of both worlds. I understood many aspects of the muggle and wizard life. My mother being the muggle and my father being a pure blood, he didn't come from one of those big pure blood family names like the Blacks or the Malfoys, his family was largely intermengaled with purebloods, half bloods, and even going so far down, that the magic in them was so little that they didn't do much and only knew of the magic world from other parts of the family.
The day I had received my letter was expected but none the less one of my happiest memories. When I had actually gotten to go to Diagon alley and get all my supplies for the school year I was so eager to go to get my wand that my father had been dragged there in his attempts to slow me down. I'd been there multiple times before with my father so I knew my way around well enough that my father left me in Ollivandors wand shop while him and my mother, who had done very well in keeping up that I was pretty surprised, went to get the rest of my supplies needed for my first classes. Since Ollivander already had a basic idea of what kind of wand would fit me best, because of my father's side of the family.
" I think that a dragon heartstring core will work, so much as you keep up with it. Let's try it with an ebony wood, yes that will work. Ah! Here it is! An ebony dragon heatstring core wand of 12 3/4". Try this one out my dear," this was the third and hopefully final wand.
As soon as he place it into her hands, it felt as if it were merely an extension of her body. The comfort that it gave her was large, but there was another side of it that made her feel as if she had to prove herself to this wand. So she wove it with purpose and there was a powerful glowing and magic escaping her and she knew, this was the one.
Her parents had embraced her eagerly and she had felt such bliss in that day, that she didn't know what to do with herself. After that her parents allowed her to get one animal to take with her. She had debated between a cat and an owl, but after coming across a gorguess Russian blue kitten, her dilemma had flown out the window.
She had eventually been sorted into Ravenclaw, which had surprised her father, he had expected her to be in Griffindor, also being an ex lion. He knew she was a very quiet but strong minded girl and held onto all the friends she had had gained and had showed of her bravery through all she did. But she had also gotten much or her smarts and wits from her mother. And there was never a day where he didnt see his daughter reading a book. But when her fourth year began that's when things were going to really get crazy. She was gonna try out to be the Ravenclaw seeker.