A/N: Hello, everyone! My name is Emma. This is my first story here EVER! I am very excited to get started, and I'm just gonna say this: you'd better give me good reviws! This is the story of Silver Moonflower, and all seven years she spent at Hogwarts with Harry and company. Silver just so happens to be super-different from others, but I'm not gonna spoil! She knows lots of magic cause her caretaker (she never knew her parents), a witch, taught her everything about magic; even taught her about the Dark Lord!
Well, let's just start the story! Oh, and I don't own Harry Potter cause I'm not rich.
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Chapter 1: Moonflower
The room was dark and unlit, with only the moonlight filtering in through the window shining on Silver Moonflower's beautiful, pale face and reflecting off her shimmering silver hair. Silver slept in a soft feather bed, thick white blankets warming her as she slept.
Even at eleven, Silver was beautiful. Her thick, silver hair twirled and floated when she moved, defying all laws of gravity. When her eyes opened, you could see they were as blue as two sapphires set in their place, sparkling in the light and lighting up the dark. Her skin was fair and flawless, her teeth pearl-white, her features soft, and her figure slim and beautiful. She was radiant even while sleeping, and her presence seemed to make the world a little brighter, give the people a little more hope.
Silver Moonflower also happened to be a witch, but not the scary kinds in television. Rather, she was, as stated earlier, beautiful. Her caretaker, the witch Annabel, was also pretty, though not as much as Silver. Annabel was emerald-eyed, with strawberry-blonde ringlets. She knew lots of things about magic, and had taught Silver lots of things. Septermber 1st would soon be upon them, and Silver already knew most of the basic charms from the first year. She was moving on to spells ordinary students would learn at Year 2; but then again, Silver was no ordinary witch.
The next day, Silver woke up and got out of bed. She did her hair in its signature style – soft curls. After a brief shower, she put on a silver sweater, black jeans, and shiny silver boots. She did all this with her Mane uno spell, which she had invented a few weeks ago.
Heading down into the dining room, she saw fluffy pancakes drowned in syrups, and almost started drooling. Annabel had invented several food charms, making her the best magical cook in the world. Silver sat down and started eating the pancakes, and drinking a cup of milk Annabel had set out for her.
As she ate, she couldn't help but notice that Annabel had disappeard; probably went to Diagon Alley early. Annabel had told her that she had important business to take care of in Diagon Alley, so Silver assumed it was that. She had complete faith in Annabel.
Shortly before Silver finished breakfast, the flames in the fireplace suddenly roared to life, turning a bright emerald. "Magi Manor!" a voice called out. In three seconds, Annabel had come out of the fireplace, wearing plum-colored robes.
"Annabel!" Silver whooped, leaping over to her caretaker of eleven years. Annabel smiled, and held her arms out. "Come here, sweetie," she laughed.
Silver leapt headfirst into Annabel's arms, smiling. Annabel hugged her, laughing. "Where've you been?" Silver asked, her sapphire eyes filled with curiosity.
At this, Annabel hesitated. After a while, she said, "Diagon Alley. Taking care of…things."
"What kind of thiings?"
"Important things. The stuff you wouldn't understand…or really want to."
"What?"
"Nothing, let's just- let's just go. Buy your school supplies and all that."
Silcer was still curious about what Annabel had been doing, but decided not to question her. Annabel handed her some Floo powder, and Silver hurried to the fireplace and tossed it in. "Diagon Alley!" she shouted, leaping in.
Spinning around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around, she finally came out in a quaint little shop. A witch with coffee-colored hair and eyes and wearing periwinkle robes looked at her in surprise.
"Oh, hello. Do I know you?"
"No, we've never met," Silver explained, brushing soot off her clothes. "Who're you?"
"Fauna Stryder," the witch said. "I own Stryder's Amulets, Jewels, and Talismans for All Occasions. What might be your name?"
"Silver Moonflower. Never knew my parents, so I'm being cared for by Annabel Cloud."
"Oh, I know Annabel," Fauna said. "We were friends back in Hogwarts."
"Really?" Silver said eagerly. She asked Fauna for more information.
"Well, I-"
Fwoosh! Annabel stepped out of the fireplace, grabbed Silver, and hurried her off to buy her things.
"You really shouldn't be talking to those kinds of people," Annabel said hurriedly, dragging Silver to the shops. "Bad apples, they are. Dunno why they've set up shop in Diagon Alley, they belong in Knockturn Alley, they do. Don't visit that shop ever again, you hear me?"
Silver nodded meekly.
"Good."
Silver already had all her course books – courtesy of Annabel – and so they only needed the rest of her supplies. First stop was Gringotts, where Silver saw a black-haired boy with a lightning bolt scar. She gasped. "Is that-"
"Harry Potter," Annabel said with only a glance in Harry's direction. "Yep, it's him. You got lucky to see him today, most people would never get a glance at the guy."
"He's cute," Silver said, gazing at Harry.
"You're too young for romance!" yelped Annabel. "Wait until you're both fifth year. I think he's heading to Hogwarts; why else would he be here? He needs money for school supplies."
Annabel had a vast fortune, so they had enough money to buy all of the supplies. Silver snuck some Galleons into her pockets; she wanted to visit Madam Stryder's shop when they were finished with school shopping. The first place they went to was Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions. Annabel headed to the Leaky Cauldron for a pick-me-up while Silver went alone. She could jandle herself, sure, but she felt nervous when she wasn't around Annabel. Her guardian had always made her feel safer. Now, though…
Silver shrugged off her nerves. Nothing really that bad could happen at a clothing store. Besides, she was a master at wandless magic and could defend herself should the need arise. Annabel had once been a master duelist, and had taught Silver several jinxes and hexes to use should things go south.
Heading into the shop, she passed a boy with white-blonde hair and pale skin. Silver frowned. Something about him made her distrust him. So she narrowed her eyes and him and muttered, "Mentis."
Immediately, his entire mind was at her fingertips. Memories, thoughts, emotions, ideas – she could see them all. Her spell could bypass even the strongest Occlumency shields, though she herself didn't know how, or why. But she never really bothered with those questions.
Silver stifled a gasp when she saw some of what was there: the boy's name was Draco Malfoy, and his father, Lucius, had been a Death Eater. Draco was a pure-blood, and heavily anti-muggleborn. Suited for Slytherin, Silver thought bitterly, hating Draco and everything he represented.
Then, without warning, he turned to her. "Hello," he said in a bored, drawling voice.
"Hi," Silver said, fighting back the urge to shout at him.
"Hogwarts, too?"
"Why else would I be here?"
To her satisfaction, Draco went a tiny bit pink. But he recovered quickly and said, "Well, my father's next door buying my books, and Mother's up the street looking at wands."
"Doesn't the wand choose the wizard?" Silver asked; Annabel had told her a while back.
Draco scowled. "I'm not exactly liking you…whoever you are. What's your surname?"
"Moonflower. You?"
"Malfoy. You do recognize that name, right?"
"Yes," Silver said. Then, she added, "Your father was a Death Eater and a supporter of Voldemort himself. After he died at the hands of Harry Potter, an infant at the time, he went back to the Wizarding World, claiming to have been under the Imperius Curse. Everyone belived him, but I know better. I know he never turned back to the Light. He's biding his time until the Dark Lord returns."
Draco's pale face went, if possible, paler. "Don't say a word," he said quietly. "Don't. Say. A word. I'll tell my father, and you'll be in big trouble…very big trouble."
"Save your threats for someone who'll be affected by them…Draco," Silver replied. Then, she walked away to get fitted, ignoring Draco's look of shock that she knew his first name and he didn't even tell her.
After the fitting, Silver went back to Annabel. She was kinda quiet as she ate the chocolate ice cream her guardian had brought her. "Something wrong, Silv?" Annabel asked, leaning in a bit closer.
"I met someone at Madam Malkin's," Silver explained. "Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius. I probed his mind and found out his dad's still allied with the Dark Lord."
When she heard Lucius's name, Annabel scowled. "Do you know him?" Silver questioned.
"Oh, I know him, all right," Annabel growled. "I used to work as an Auror before adopting you. I was the one who apprehended Lucius during the war. He got off, though. Wormed his way out of trouble by saying he was under Imperius. I didn't believe him, but I didn't have a shred of proof. I'm gonna get some, though. One day, I'll have proof that Lucius Malfoy is still a Death Eater and was never loyal to the Light."
Silver nodded, understanding.
After eating, they went to a cauldron shop, where Annabel let Silver buy a silver cauldron, and then they bought a set of scales and a telescope. Then, they went to the Apothecary, and bought a set of potion ingredients. Annabel also bought a small bottle filled with gray powder, placing it into her pocket.
"What's the powder for?" Silver asked once they had left. Annabel ignored her.
"'Kay, so we've got most of your stuff down pat. Still need to get you your wand…oh, I'll also get you a birthday present. I'll get you a familiar; you've already got Ariel, but I'll get you an owl."
Twenty minues later, they had left Eeylops Owl Emporium with a beautiful tawny owl, who was resting in her cage. "What're you going to name her?" Annabel asked.
Silver thought for a moment, then said, "Agrippa, after the famous witch."
Annabel smiled a little.
The last shop had Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. over the door in peeling gold letters. Silver entered the shop, and suddenly felt very nervous, like she had entered a strict library. She bit her nails, waiting for something to happen.
And indeed, something did.
"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Silver yelped, then turned to where the voice was coming from. It came from an old man with wide, pale eyes that shone like moons in the very dark shop. "Your name?"
"Silver Moonflower," Silver said quickly. She pointed to Annabel and said, "This is my guardian, Annabel Cloud."
"Ah, Ms. Cloud," the old man said, moving closer to Annabel. "I remember when you were here, buying your wand. Nine and a half inches, a willow wand, wonderful for charm work."
"Uh…yes, Mr. Ollivander," Annabel said. "Do you mind-"
"Ah, be patient, Ms. Cloud," Ollivander said. "It is the wand that chooses the wixard. Now, Ms. Moonflower-" He turned to Silver "-what is your wand hand?"
"Right handed," Silver said quickly.
Shortly after she said that, a magical tape measure suddenly started measuring her all on its own. After a while, it stopped, and Ollivander turned back to her.
"Now, shall we begin?" he asked, handing her a wand. "Maple and dragon heartstring, seven inches."
Silver tried. Nothing happened.
"Spruce and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches."
Again, nothing.
"Ebony and phoenix feather, nine inches."
Again, nothing.
This went on for quite a while, but then, after about twenty-three tries, Ollivadner suddenly got a far-off look in his eye.
"Hm…perhaps I must show it to you…very unlikely, but reasonable to try…no point in denying, you certainly have power…and this wand may cater to it…I wonder…"
He went to the very back of the shop and got out a golden box. He then hurried back to Silver. "Here, you absolutely must try it…"
He opened the box, and Silver gasped.
A beautiful white wand sat inside, smooth and polished. It seemed to light up the dusty shop. Slowly, she reached out and touched it, feeling a sudden warmth under her fingers.
Fwoosh!
A stream of silver sparks shot out the end like a firework, throwing light into the air. Annabel let out a cheer and Ollivander gasped. "I didn't think…simply amazing…surely, it couldn't have…but it just did…"
"What's so special about it?" Silver asked.
"This wand," Ollivander began, "was created from wood from a Light Tree. The tree only grows every hundred years; I myself never crafted this wand. Rather, it was created by a witch called Viridian, who was rather famous in Wales for her expert wandcraft. The core is unknown, but it's said to have been crafted with a pure Light Gem. Rather curious, Ms. Moonflower…yes, curious…"
He took Silver's wand and wrapped it in paper that had the color and shine of a ruby, still muttering, "Curious…curious…"
Silver was amazed. She stared at the box. She, Silver Moonflower, had a wand that no one had seen in a hundred years, maybe even more! She was certainly different, but not special…right?
Shaking it off, Silver paid seven gold Galleons for her wand, and Ollivander bowed them out of his shop.
"Nice birthday today, wasn't it?" Annabel asked as they walked to the Leaky Cauldron to Floo back home. "How 'bout you go buy yourself a present, you deserve one."
Silver was only too happy to do so, so she took off. The first thing she bought was an enchanted flute that played whatever song it was asked. The second thing was a bottle of that gray powder Ammabel had bought.
Then, she flew over to Madam Stryker's shop.
Silver bought out the stock, getting several amulets, bracelets, and even a gold circlet. All of them were magical in one way or other, though in what way Silver did not know. Hiding what she had bought from Stryker undedrneath her other purchases, she flew back to Annabel and they Floo'd back to Magi Manor.
"You're going to love Hogwarts," Annabel said happily. "It'll be your favoritest thing ever. Now, go upstairs and pack your things."
Silver flew upstairs and began to pack. Her mind kept drifting to Harry, though. I bet we're going to get along just fine, Harry, she thought, folding a white dress with purple dots and placing it into a white suitcase.
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A/N: Bit lengthy, isn't it? Well, don't expect me to go easy on you for the rest of the year! Hope you enjoy the rest of the fic! Please read and review! Emma is leaving the scene! G'bye!