A.N: So this is my first story on FanFiction; so I hope everyone who gives it time enjoys it as much as I did writing it. It is based on a girl named Melissa Maguire who just like anyone is just trying to live life to the fullest. But there is a lot of things against her, and sometime she can be blind to what is so obviously in front of her. And as the story is based after the War, I'm trying to keep to J.K's books on pretty much everything. (As much as I would love to have Snape, Dumbledore, Tonks, Dobby, Crabbe, Bellatrix, Fred, Mad-Eye, Remus, Sirius and Cedric in the story somewhere) So if you spot anything; be it plot wise, grammar or just something you enjoyed/hated please just review and let me know.
To be honest that the one person, father or not, you don't want to be dragged to on a Friday evening just before home-time was Johnny Maguire. The Minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt, decided after previewing my file (which my father commented one night on being oddly thick for a seventeen year old witch) that my wand was to be taken until further notice. But the time had ticked along and they've had more than enough time to re-read my file four times over. I sighed trying to calm down knowing behind a few walls on McGonagall's desk was my wand.
Chapter Two
Pushing the door open after Professor McGonagall called me threw I stood as she sat writing a letter- I'm sure of importance but the package on her desk was all I wanted to open and I was close to just grabbing it than waiting for her to write her stupid letter. Strangely the package was squarer than rectangle in shape but it was the length of my wand- maybe that was for the owls comfort, I mused with a glanced over the headmistress's desk. "I'm sure you know why I called you up here Miss Maguire" She announced the strictness of her voice evident. "A Mr Simons had just visited and dropped it off" she explained pointing to the package. "It came with a letter, more of a note actually, for me" she said holding out the brown package to me.
Taking it I said "Thank you" before opening it quickly, not waiting two more seconds to hold my wand again. I still remembered Mr Olivander chuckling at me as I blew up vases and oil lamps, but I just stared at my wand with utter shock. Picking up a note that was in the package I hardly got through it before I seen a single tear sink threw the thin parchment- crying was something I only done when I was seven years old and here I was in front of one of the smartest witches crying silently, over a wand of all things.
"Miss Maguire after doing an extreme research and back ground check since your enrolment to Hogwarts Witch craft and Wizardry we have come to the conclusion that, for you to once again be a barer of a magic wand you most attend our Ministry of Magic for public service every Saturday and Sunday starting on the 13th of October while you still attend all of your classes in Hogwarts, this will carry our indefinitely.
Yours faithfully,
Kingsley Shacklebolt"
Glancing at my broken pieces of my wand I did nothing but stare at it. McGonagall did nothing either and the time seemed to just fade away. "Miss Maguire" McGonagall seemed to whisper, getting me out of my trance "You will still be able to attend all of you class as you have been, but no practise will be required apart from Potions and Herbology" I nodded and wiped the trail of the single tear away "The minister has, as I said, written to me and has hinted that you may get the chance to redeem yourself and your magic" she explained sharply. Standing up I glance at the woman, my father had told me will all certainty I would have been getting my wand back also; I didn't know who to believe anymore.
"I don't know what to say" I explained "I don't know anything but magic and it's gone completely now" I announced glancing a the thousands of books littering the walls "Did no one stop to think that I didn't want to stay here I if had no magic"
McGonagall stood up with me now and nodded "Indeed they had" she explained "the Minister demands that you stay in Hogwarts where you will be found at all-time Miss Maguire it seems you have really gotten them hyped up" She smiled slightly "At least it's on the thirteenth" she explained "Lucky for some" I walked towards the door.
"Too bad Luck is something I have never had in my life professor" I stated before walking away. At the bottom on the stairs I found, Potter, Weasley and Granger standing laughing with each other as usual these days. Weasley had his arm around Grangers waist and Potter was leaning on the wall grinning at them.
"Hullo" Weasley grinned at me widely, but Granger's eyes went to the package in my hands and gasping her eyes widened and then she stared at my face, Potter was slowly catching up "Nice meeting?" the ginger asked.
"I wouldn't think so, no" I stated hiding my wand in its package. "In fact I could almost say it was a life changing experience for the worst" Weasley chuckled thinking I was joking.
"Ah McGonagall is all bark and no bite" He chuckled "Or should I say Meow?" He asked Granger with a grin. I shook my head at them; but they had the right to make silly jokes, they had saved us all from a horrid future.
"Goodbye then" I said walking away, Granger seemed to try to say something but Potter grabbed her hand and pulled her up stairs, too quickly for her to do anything. I was one of them Slytherins that never really seemed to 'Slytherin' to people. But I was a true Slytherin and all the confusion on people faces wouldn't change the fact I wasn't in Ravenclaw. By having less friends than most, and by that I mean by having one real friend(which is more than most), people seemed to be less worried about me; I was just the loner and maybe that's why when Potter seen my wand he understood that it wasn't just my magic that was in pieces in front of me but the basics of my life.
Slipping into the Common room, Blaise called me over to the big gang of seventh year that was repeating as well but I waved him off to sneak into the hidden room behind the tall mirror in the elegantly decorated dorms hallway. A room I found in my fifth year Christmas at Hogwarts. It was Small, but not cupboard tiny. There was a couch, a rug, a mirror and bookshelf filled with too many books. Grabbing one I started reading 'All the ways to trick teachers' it wasn't a factual book, I realised after the third page. It was a comedy- something I need to disappear into to distract the myself from the sound of my wand burning in the heart of the fire.
Days floated by and school started up again, many of my teachers tried not to look at me. They defiantly didn't ask me to demonstrate any spells and they hardly asked me questions. Blaise had found the situation funny at first, thinking I was lying to him. But when I showed him my letter he frowned and wrote a letter to the minister out of frustration. He was the only one I told; the only one I could trust. It was Thursday now I sat in Potions before even Slughorn had remembered he had a seventh year class.
Picking at the hard wooden table I glared at the cauldron in the front of the room. 'Switch Swap' potion is what it was called; it made you swap minds with someone for a length of time. If you got it wrong you could end up in someone else's body for the rest of your life if you got it right you can experience a moment that many people would love to have. I didn't care; Blaise was usually my partner in Potions but somehow the genius had angered some creature in Care of Magical Creatures class this morning and now was lying in the Hospital wing with a broken arm and stitches- and that was after the concussion. So now I sat waiting for Slughorn to come in and tell us that the potion was going to be done in singles. Because even if the potion is something of a difficult level to brew it should be done solo for education purposes- which even I knew was wishful thinking.
He was last to arrive, and thankfully no one had grown the ball to sit beside the 'loner' but after Granger answer his few questions and Parkinson popping her cherry bubble-gum continuously he announced it was to be done in pairs. I didn't move; I didn't see the point- Draco Malfoy was already moving towards me instead.
"You know…" He announced with half a smile "You could have just told me you were having a bad hair day" He teased "I wouldn't have just walked off on you" he teased, I glanced at him thinking how long ago that felt.
"Well every day is a bad hair day these days" He chuckled and pulled out his wand pointing it had the tips of my hair then all of it curled into it old perfect ways, not a fuse ball it had become over time.
"Every pair is going to have the change to make the potion, and thankfully there is a clever little device that tell us if the potion is rank or not so after wards if there are any pair that has the potion perfect they will get to try it out for the rest of the day." There was chatter threw the room, but not at Draco's and mine table, no, here there was silence "Yes Yes you will get to live in another person's body" he said a little louder. "You have two hours: begin"
The last thing I wanted to do on my second class of a Thursday was watch Draco Malfoy wonder over to the stock cupboard to get the right ingredients for a potions that was going to make him me and me him for the rest of the day. No, right now I was supposed to be burning my hand, or reading the wrong potion. Not this; anything but this. Hissing I looked down at the cut I had made on my thumb from a nail sticking out of the old Potions tables.
A.N:
I will be updating every weekend. But if I get 5+ reviews per chapter, I might have time upload an extra chapter during the week.
*^Knightsky94^*
