AUTHORS NOTE!

IM BACKKK! Just so you know, Im one of those authors who has no social life and can therefore afford to update almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day. But I make no promises. Every once in a while, I may be on vacation or something and won't be able to update for a week or so. Sorry. The rest of the time, I'll update daily.

I OWN NOTHING! EXCEPT FOR EVELYN AND SISTER GERTRUDE!

Harry: If you don't own us, then can I go back to Hogwarts, I have homework and Hermione doesn't have time to do it for me….

Vampyress: Hm? Yeah. Sure. You aren't important…

Draco: Can I go too I'm bored and there's nothing to do at your house except read and watch anime & Doctor Who, and the television still confuses me…

Vampyress: NO! I FORBID YOU FROM LEAVING! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

Draco: * Sigh*

IMPORTANT NOTE: THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO MY GOOD FRIEND KATIE WHO GOT MY BOOK FOR ME IN ENGLISH TODAY WHEN I WAS TOO LAZY TO GO GET IT!

Diagon Alley was AMAZING! It was all crazy and magical and generally awesome. Strangely enough, however, I didn't feel overwhelmed by it or anything. It felt totally normal, as though I had been there before or something.

I stopped dead in my tracks and gasped as the crazy lady appeared in my head again. This was a common enough occurrence, but something about it was different this time. The woman grinned in that psycho-evil way that she had, and then started reaching out throughout my mind and body, as though she were trying to take control. I felt myself go cold.

The woman called out to me in my mind, her hissing voice echoing in my skull. "Relax, child. I do not intend to take your body, only to borrow it for a moment so that I can talk to my sister. Yes, there we go. Relax." I felt myself go completely cold as the woman took complete control.

It was at this point that Sister Narcissa noticed that I had stopped. "What are you doing child?" she hissed "I haven't time for a bratty child who can't even walk on her ow-"

I heard a cold voice cut her off mid sentence. After a moment, I realized that the voice was coming from me. "Hush, Cissy! It's me. Surely you recognized your own sister within the girl. I intend to come along with you both. After all, there should be only the best for the daughter of the Dark Lord." The voice that left my lips was not my own. It was the voice of a grown woman who had felt much pain and witnessed horrible things. It seemed that it's owner had spent their life surrounded by darkness, and loved every minute of it.

I shuddered. Not because the voice terrified me, but because I recognized it. I felt long forgotten memories stir in my mind, floating to the top of them was a memory of hearing that same voice singing to me. I had no idea who it was, so I must have been an infant at the time.

I wondered hopefully for a moment if this might be the voice of my mother, but quickly scolded myself for thinking such foolish things. I was confident that my mother's voice would bring warmth and joy, rather than the coldness that had settled over me. I sighed mentally to myself. I was probably just possessed at this point.

I had stopped paying attention to what Sister Narcissa and the woman were saying a while ago, and by the time I started listening again, they had finished speaking. I was given control of my body back, and Narcissa and I hurried to our first stop, neither of us mentioning what had just happened.

When we finally arrived at Olivander's wand Shop, I was exhausted. Nonetheless, Narcissa hurried me inside. I was looking around the small, box covered room nervously when an old man appeared out of nowhere. He had white hair, pale, wrinkled skin, and the hands of a carpenter, rough from working with wood.

Sister "Cissy" as I had started referring to her as, looked at him with an upturned nose and stated calmly "I am here to purchase a wand for my niece. Please hurry. I am a busy woman and haven't got all day." With that she strode over to a sofa pushed up against the wall and sat down.

"The man smiled at me. Hello. Ms. Malfoy, is it?"

I looked at him confused. "No, it's eStrange."

Upon hearing this, a panicked look appeared on his face. "Le-LeStrange?" He said in a terrified voice.

"No. What type of name is LeStrange? I've never heard such a weird name before in my life. My name is eStrange. It's French." I huffed.

The man visibly relaxed. "Ah, yes. Very Sorry, Ms. eStrange. Now then, lets go see which wand chooses you, eh?" he smiled.

I followed him to the next room as I wondered to myself What the hell does that mean? The wand chooses me?