Authors Note: Hello everyone. Welcome to my story. This is my first Fanfiction, so any feedback you can give me will be appreciated! I should warn you though, I'm not very good with updating, so please be patient with me :)

Anyway, that's all for now. I'll let you get on with the story:

Chapter 1

There was something special about 25th of August!

Ambrosia DeLane was practically jumping in excitement as she was walking down Diagonal Alley with her mother. Today was the day the she would be getting everything she'd need to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, undoubtedly the best magic school there is! She had only gotten her letter a week ago and had spent the whole week dreaming of walking in the schools great halls, wielding her wand and learning the secrets Hogwarts had to offer.

"Will you stop fidgeting! One might think you were raised in a barn!"

Ambrosia's mother had spent the last eleven year raising her daughter to behave like a proper young pure-blood witch. Anything that fell outside of this category (like jumping around in excitement) was met with a sneer and admonishing comment, which usually ended in 'You are a DeLane, so act like it'. But Ambrosia didn't mind. She grew up this way and was hardly affected anymore, although she did walk in a normal manner now.

"Now, what do we need to buy again? It's been so long since your brother's first year!" With a quick glance at the list of supplies that came with the letter, Mrs DeLane was dragging her daughter around from shop to shop.

By the time they decided to take a break, Ambrosia was so laden with parcels and packages that she hardly had any room on the little table to place her tea. They had managed to acquire everything except for a wand and an owl ("No cats or toads for MY daughter!). Ambrosia could hardly believe how great her day has been so far. She had bought almost everything necessary for her time at Hogwarts and she got to spend the whole day with her mother.

Just as she thought this, an owl swooped over their table and dropped a letter into her mother's lap. After a quick scan, Mrs DeLane quickly stood and bent to give her daughter a kiss.

"I'm sorry honey but I must be off. Trouble with work! Phyllis has bought the wrong colour of fabric, that stupid thing. I'll send Humphrey to come pick you up in an hour. Ta ta!" and with that she was off, leaving behind an empty chair and a disappointed daughter.

"Oh, well. I guess I'll just buy my own wand and owl."

Five minutes later, Ambrosia was leaving Eeylops Owl Emporium with a small rust coloured bird. "Red Morph" the shop owner had corrected her. Apparently, Eastern Screech Owls came in two colours, red or grey. The little owl was sleeping away in her cage, not even stirring when Ambrosia set her down after entering Ollivanders Wand shop.

Peering around, Ambrosia felt rather uncomfortable. The place was small. The only things occupying the space was a small chair (where she set her owl) and rows of small narrow boxes that reached the ceiling. Her nose crinkled at all the dust lying around. She was about to swipe a finger along the counter when a soft voice behind her startled her and she let out a small shriek. Turning around she was met with an old man with pale eyes. Realizing that he must have greeted her she replied with a curt "how do you do". She was her mother's daughter after all!

"Ah, another DeLane! I was wondering when I'd see the sister of Eldon DeLane coming through here." Before Ambrosia could reply, the old man, presumably Mr Ollivander, pulled out a measuring tape and started to measure her from toes to shoulder, fingertip to fingertip, all the while talking.

"Yes, yes. I remember him. Oak and dragon heartstring. Ten inches. Very sturdy." As he said this he began moving to the nearest stack of boxes, the measuring tape moving on its own now. Ambrosia had to fight the urge to knock the tape measure away from her. When Ollivander returned, he was carrying a thin blue box. Inside lay a long, white wand.

"I think that will do," the tape measure rolled up and dropped to the floor. "Now, give this one a go. Birch and phoenix feather. Quite soft." She had barley lifted the wand before he snatched it away, muttering to himself as he walked down another row of boxes. He returned a while later holding a dark red box. A thick layer of dust was sitting on top.

"Hmmm, maybe this one. Ebony and unicorn hair, nine inches." This time Ambrosia took the wand slowly, fearing the old man would simply snatch it away again. Instead, as she moved the wand around, a soft sprinkle of silver and gold sparks flew from the end.

"Well, that was easy. A perfect match." Ambrosia eyed her wand closely. It was black and simple, but the handle held soft carvings of interwoven lines barely visible to the eye.

"Are you sure this is the right one? It seemed a bit quick! I believe it took several goes for my brother before he found his wand!" Even as she said this she was reluctant to hand the wand back, even if it was just so he could wrap it up.

"Ah, that may be true, but it is the wand that chooses the wizard, not the other way around. I think it is quite obvious this wand chose you, my dear!" there was a twinkle in his eye, almost as if this was not the first time he had to say this to a customer.

Feeling uncomfortable and not wanting to spend any more time in the dust-covered shop, she paid for her wand and left.

It was late as Ambrosia arrived back at the mansion. She had spent the rest of the time at the Flourish and Blotts waiting for Humphrey to arrive to pick her up. Her mother was still at work and her father and brother where nowhere to be seen. Grabbing a quick bite from the kitchen, she headed to her room to inspect everything that she had bought today. She had let her owl out of the cage and as she watched it fly into the night to go hunting, she decided that she had better come up with a name for the thing. She couldn't possibly go about calling it the owl all the time.

Flicking through her books she found a name which she rather liked herself. Hatty Hathwart was a rather peculiar witch who found herself in love with an imp after a potion went wrong. The name Hatty meant little home-ruler and was cute in an old fashioned kind of way. 'Well, if it's old fashioned, it will definitely fit in with this family'! As she had done for the last week since she received her letter, Ambrosia crossed of another day on the calendar leading up to the Hogwarts, and went to bed.