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The Journey

The sun broke the surface of the mountain, colors shining brightly through forest trees. A witch flew slowly on her white broom as the cold, morning wind hit her slightly tanned skin. "I wonder if they'll like me..." She wore a pointed witch's hat that had a sky blue belt around the crease. Her dress was short and fanned outwards. It was white with a blue lace moving diagonally to the right, while another blue lace traced diagonally towards the left. Across her chest was another belt, fastened at the front. Her stockings were white and reached her mid thigh. Her tiny, snow white owl hooted, "I'm rather nervous actually, Zico." She told him as he flew beside her.

In the distance she could see a rather large chariot being carried by flying horses. She shot up immediately, "How wonderful! Do you see those, Zico? Quite fascinating the wizard world, isn't it?" Clouds shifted merrily as the sun began rising higher into the sky. The tiny owl landed onto the front of her broomstick and stared at her silently, "Oh now don't look at me like that..." She began, "you know I have to do this.. This is what I want. Every since my letter arrived that day many years ago, THIS is where I've wanted to be. All my struggles were for this very day when I could finally enter the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Abandoning my poor excuse for a family, living at the leaky cauldron for free as long as I gave housekeeping services for the guests, creating clothing out of old, tattered blankets and curtains to sell... gathering knut after knut until Gringotts allowed me a wizard bank... and finally, FINALLY after 4 years I am here... with you... with my broom and my books." She sighed deeply, "I don't regret anything... selfish as it may have been. You're still with me, aren't you?" Zico hooted happily and landed onto her shoulder, "Good. I'm afraid you don't have a choice anyways! You were quite expensive for a little muggleborn as myself!"


Zico was now hooting slowly. The sun had just began to set as the two continued their journey. "I never knew it'd take this long.. If only train tickets weren't so expensive. Look! I see a clearing! Let's take a little rest, shall we? I think I'm just about to fall off my broomstick if we go on any longer. My bottom is getting quite soar." At that, Mariana directed her broomstick to the clearing and began to lower onto the small field. When she finally reached the ground, Mariana lied her back onto an old tree as Zico searched nearby for creatures to eat. "The leaves on this tree are wonderful!" She said, holding a large leaf twice the size of her palm, "I'm sure I could make something out of this..." She pulled out her wand from her dress pocket, reminiscing of the lengthy white stick in her hand.

"Oh hello Tom! What brings you here?" Said the old wizard as a man walked into his shop.

"Ollivander, good friend, I'm here to buy a wand!" Tom replied.

"A wand? What happened to yours? 9 inches cherry unicorn hair... it was a fine wand. I hope it hasn't broken." Ollivander looked at him wearily.

"No, no, good chum. I'm actually here to buy one for someone else." A small figure appeared behind Tom. A smile appeared upon Ollivander's face.

"And who might this be? I'd no idea you had a daughter." He said gleefully.

"Oh no, this here," Tom pulled Mariana in front of him, his hands on her shoulders, "Is Mariana. Appeared at my doorstep one rainy evening asking for a place to stay. Handed me a sickle she'd found on the street. She's been living with me since then. She's 12 now. Poor girl hasn't any parents. I think it's time for her to start her practice in magic"

Tom, Mariana, and Ollivander stood in the shop exhausted, having tried almost every want. Mariana began to cry. Maybe she wasn't magic after all. Maybe it was a figment of her imagination, a dearest hope in her heart. "Now now..." Tom bend down, "There's no need to cry.. it might just take ti-" A sudden rattling was heard through a door that looked like it could be a storage closet. Silence filled the room. Ollivander, excitedly, ran into the storage room and shut the door. Tom and Mariana stared at each other confused. He came out moments later holding a long box like many of the others holding wands.

Ollivander took out the wand from the box and held it out to Mariana. "11 inches... albino willow... dragon heart string..." The want was surely beautiful. It was white, from tip to handle, with a single blue gem on the handle. "Try.. this one."


"There we go..." The witch said as she held up the newly made handbag, "Hmm.. it needs.. ah right! Accio vine!" She took the wine that went flying her way and created a makeshift strap. Though made of only leaves and flowers, the purse was well made after conjuring a spell to make it hold together. She placed it into her trunk, "Zico~" She called, "Zico! We have to leave!" The tiny white owl flew to her side, and they continued their journey to Hogwarts.


A/N: So how did you like the first chapter? ^^ Please feel free to subscribe and review. My first HP story, I need a bit of encouragement and constructive criticism if you're up for it :] Please don't be rude.