Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it belongs to JK Rowling

Author's Note: This will be a collection of extra content for my Gray: Scorpius Malfoy series, deleted scenes, extra flashbacks, things like that for people who are interested but is not necessary to read this as well. It will bounce around quite a bit so don't expect any of this to be in order and will be updated much less frequently, the time it takes place will be at the top of each chapter though. Or maybe this will be the only one and no one reads it, we'll see how it goes. Since this is related to my Gray series and will feature many OCs from that, if you have not read the main series then this will not make much sense to you

Late October 2022, (VI: Chapter 19)

Agnes Eleanor Wilson stood outside in the cool autumn air, fidgeting nervously as her stomach curled itself into knots and shoving her small hands into her pockets. She didn't know why, she'd be so sure for so long now that she was magical like her older brother but now that she was actually facing the prospect of getting her own wand… suddenly she was afraid that John had been mistaken and that Michael had been right all along to dismiss her claims. What if she wasn't a witch and she was just wasting everyone's time?

"Ready to go?" John queried and Agnes jolted slightly in surprise, he was good at being quiet.

She nodded without thinking and he held out his hand to her, his stoic face was unsmiling as it usually was but she thought his cerulean eyes were kind. Maybe it was just because he'd saved her sister's life but she always felt safe with him, he reminded her of Michael in a way in the sense that they both were reliable and protective even when they were being distant. Well, until lately when Michael just hated her.

Agnes took John's hand and in the next second she was hurtling through space, her body feeling uncomfortably like it was being wedged into a tube before it was over and she was just standing in a street. It was a cobbled street like the in Diagon Alley, the only other wizarding place she'd been through. The buildings weren't as impressive though, they were dilapidated hovels and many of them seemed lopsided. She couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed, she'd expected more from Hogsmeade the all-wizard dwelling.

"I told you apparation gets easier," John commented as he started to guide her through the maze of narrow streets.

"Yeah," Agnes confirmed as she continued to look around distractedly, "Why does this place look…"

"Like a dump?" John guessed and Agnes gave a half-shrug, that was kind of what she meant even if she'd have phrased it more nicely, "It was destroyed when the werewolf army attacked a few years back then destroyed again a few months ago when the Shadow Master attacked, the Ministry nor the people just don't have the money to throw at it again. Homes are the worst off, they put more money into places they'll get money off of."

"Go to hell and die, Avery, you Death Eater scum!" a random man snapped in passing, literally spitting at John who completely ignored it and kept on walking while the man continued to yell back after them much to Agnes' fright, "Yeah, you better run! Coward!"

"Do people usually yell at you like that?" Agnes wondered fearfully.

"Yep," John admitted readily, "And that's why you should always think carefully about the decisions you make, even as a kid making a bad choice can haunt you for the rest of your life. The past is written in stone, what's done is done and you can never take it back or change it, you can't even make up for it."

"Well still, that man was being rude and you're not bad now," Agnes pointed out, "Couldn't you just tell him that?"

"Standing up for yourself just makes you seem like even more of a bad person to them, they don't care what you have to say. It's best to just ignore it."

He said the last with a note of finality that silenced her so Agnes went back to taking in Hogsmeade, it was quite different to a muggle dwelling. There were no cars – not even parked – which also meant the streets were narrower, the lopsided houses had no garages or driveways. And then there were the people, all dressed in wizard clothes and robes. That random guy wasn't the last to call out insults to John either, or spit at him or glare at him which just made her sad. Why were magic people so unforgiving? They didn't like her brother because he was a werewolf, they didn't like John because he'd been a Death whatever a long time ago. Apart from that she felt quite at ease with the crowd, numerous people were also sporting scars even ones by werewolf claws like hers – which she supposed made sense considering the misfortunes of Hogsmeade – so she didn't feel like such a scarred freak like she did around muggles.

She did notice an unusual amount of people looked like teenagers as well, she knew Hogwarts let the older students go to Hogsmeade sometimes from Michael. Maybe this was one of those times? Eagerly Agnes wondered if she'd see her brother, she couldn't wait to tell Michael about being a witch and living with John, she was learning so much. She got to help out with the John's magical creatures, gardening the herbs he grew and he'd started showing her how to brew actual potions. It was so cool and now Crystal didn't work, she saw her mum all the time and she actually got to relax too since John did most of the housework. It was also nice to not have to go to school where she was teased for her butt ugly scarred face. She didn't see Michael though, she spotted one of his friends – Albus – and waved to the puzzled looking boy.

"Don't wave to people," John chastised her and Agnes guiltily shoved her hand back into her pocket as they kept walking, she was supposed to be dead for the time being, "Here we are, wasn't quite sure where it was in the rebuild."

They came to a halt in a particularly run-down section of Hogsmeade, no one here was insulting John though at least. It seemed like a shop… maybe? There was a red board up with illegible letters scrawled into it, the board was also falling down. John led her inside though, into a dingy cramped room crammed with shelves bursting from all the random crap that seemed shoved in randomly. There were books, trinkets, ornaments, jars of potion ingredients and liquids, some potion ingredients didn't even seem to have jars as some squishy things were just wedged in with the rest of the junk, some of it was even dripping onto other things. She didn't see any wands though.

John ignored all that though and led her straight to the counter where an elderly wizard was waiting, he was balding but the hair he did have was straggly and stuck out wildly which reminded her of a crazy professor. Agnes didn't think he smelled very nice either, although maybe it was the shop. He rubbed his grubby hands together and eyed then curiously, he smiled revealing rotting yellow teeth.

"Well look who it is," the wizard said in a tone of surprise, "I thought you were dead."

"I'm looking for a wand for this girl, Ewart," John stated, ignoring the man's comment and cutting to the chase which caused the old man's eyes to drift to her before back to John.

"I suppose I may be able to help with that," the old man – presumably Ewart – mused and gestured for them to follow as he opened a door behind him, leading them down a staircase into an even smaller basement room except this one had walls lined with what looked like shoe boxes except smaller and thinner, "Where'd you get the kid from?"

"None of your business."

"Why can't she wait to get a wand when she's of Hogwarts age?"

"In the times we live in?" John scoffed and the old man inclined his head in agreement, "No point waiting."

"Fair enough, wouldn't want another Lenore would we?" Ewart wondered and John averted his eyes as they flicked with sorrow, the older man gestured to the room, "Well go on, girl, have at it."

"What-What do I do?" Agnes wondered in confusion.

"In the boxes there's wands, go find one that wants you."

"How do I know if it wants me?"

"You just give them a wave, you'll know when you find one that's right," Ewart pointed out as if it was obvious and Agnes nervously wondered over to the walls of boxes, "That scar's new. What did you do to your face, John?"

"None of your business," John repeated as Agnes picked a box at random that was near her, taking out the wand and going to wave it, "Other way round."

"Since you're using my business to buy an illegal wand for an underage girl, aren't you technically my business?" Ewart wondered as Agnes held the wand from the other end and waved it, jumping backwards in shock as several of the boxes flew off their shelves.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Agnes called old apologetically and panicked, neither man so much as glanced in her direction though.

"Its fine, we can put them back easily. Keep trying," John brushed it off and Agnes nervously put the wand down and went to try another, he didn't reply to Ewart's statement though as Agnes picked up one of the fallen wands and waved it which caused a bang as one of the shelves broke. Again neither seemed to mind.

"I liked Lenore better than this girl," Ewart complained disinterestedly as she picked up another wand, "She may have been a filthy half-blood but she grew to be quite the looker, this one could grow into a nice body but she can't grow back half a face."

"I will curse you," John said threateningly and Ewart took a step back, Agnes hung her head sadly as she felt a stab of hurt before waving it and Ewart yelped as he was thrown backwards. She looked down at her wand in surprise… But she was also impressed, "I like that wand."

"So do I," Agnes admitted and John came over to pluck it from her grip to show to Ewart as he got back to his feet.

"How much for this one?"

"For that one?" Ewart repeated and ambled over to look at it, he snatched it away and studied it, "Snakewood and Kelpie Hair, nine and three quarter inches. Well, that'll be twenty."

"Sickles?"

"Galleons," Ewart corrected and John waved his own wand irritably, sending the wands hurtling back into their boxes and slotting themselves back into place minus the one for Agnes' potential wand, "And I'll knock off one for that, nineteen."

"Fifteen."

"Nineteen."

"Sixteen."

"Eighteen."

"Seventeen, that's halfway," John insisted and Ewart eyed him warily.

"Seventeen and a Sickle."

"Done," John agreed and held out his hand which Ewart shook, "And to think, I would've paid eighteen."

"Oh shut up, you," Ewart grumbled as he yanked his hand away and picked up the box, putting the wand back and handing it to Agnes while they started heading back up to the main shop, "Anything else you're looking for like to add to that tally? Business is not exactly booming these days."

"A cure for the Festering Curse," Agnes spoke up and John froze momentarily, recalling John was afflicted by it, "Do you know one?"

"I know of one," Ewart mused as he scratched his chin as a smile slipped back onto his face, "It needs Alchemy I believe. I may know a guy who knows a guy who knows another guy who just might be able to get it, it'll cost you though."

"No thanks, it'll take me long enough to pay off this wand," John shot it down immediately and Agnes looked at him in surprise, "It's not important."

"As you wish," Ewart stated and John handed him a small bag of jingling coins, "I expect the rest soon."

"You'll get it in five easy payments or less," John assured him as he led Agnes out of the shop, she waited until then to speak up.

"Why didn't you accept the Festering Curse cure?" Agnes asked worriedly as they started walking again, "Won't you die without it?"

"Agnes, people lie. Particularly salesmen, particularly desperate disreputable salesmen like Ewart. He'd say anything to get more money off you, there was no cure," John explained and Agnes felt her heart sinking slightly at the lack of a lead on a cure, he stopped and offered her his hand with a hint of a smile, "Come on, let's get home and get you and your new wand started on some spells."

"Okay," Agnes smiled eagerly at the thought and took his hand as he disapparated them away.