OKAY I'M SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER! MAY I ALSO REMIND YOU THAT I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ITS CHARACTERS! I ALSO WANT TO INFORM YOU THAT THE CORE OF HERMIONES WAND WILL USE "MATERIALS" FROM THE TV SHOW MERLIN'S CREATURES. THAT IS ALL… THANK YOU AND ENJOY!
The shop was musty and Hermione could see dust particles floating in the little sunlight that managed to enter the dark store. She wove her way carefully between several piles of old parchment and old boxes that appeared to have been there for many years. A cough from the back of the store took Hermione's attention and her head darted towards the sound where a fragile looking old man was hobbling out of the back room. He looked up and Hermione held in a gasp, his eyes were pure silver like the moon, complimented by strands of wispy white hair. "How may I help you today?" he asked his voice quiet yet echoing with power all the same. "Ah Severus, it is nice to see you again. If I may guess this is your first time in my shop young lady, I never forget a face, or the wand that they hold." His voice rasped and Hermione nodded, liking the old man already. "Your mother Persephone favoured an oak, nine and a half inches, veela hair core. Your father on the other hand he chose an eleven inches quite sturdy elm with a dragon heartstring, well when I say chose I meant received, it is after all Ms Silver the wand who chooses the wizard. Now come along dear we shall find you your wand, which hand is you wand hand?" he asked and Hermione lifted up her right hand then her left, "I'm ambidextrous so take your pick," she grinned and Ollivander scratched his head, looking between her two hands.
"Well I've never had to deal with an ambidextrous person before but apparently my father did and he told me what to do so I'll just follow his example. Hold out your hands," Hermione obeyed and he measured both of them, sighing in relief. "Well your measurements are the same on both sides so you'll be able to hold your wand in both hands, it's a very handy skill to have in duelling, if they injure one hand you can just use the other." He smiled and ambled over to the shelves, pulling down several boxes and setting them in front of her, holding the first in his hand as he removed the lid and offered her the object inside the box. A series of violent growls escaped the wand as soon as she touched it, a shadowy paw pushing out of the tip. Ollivanders eyes widened and he quickly grabbed the wand from her hand, lying it back in the box. "Not that one then," he said, taking another box form the shelf and handing it to her, this time the wand shot out torrents of fire, one catching a large stack of paper on fire that was promptly put out by Snape. The same results happened with the next 10 wands, each new wand producing a result just as bad as the last.
"Maybe, just maybe," Ollivander muttered, shuffling to the back of the room and emerging with a pulsing golden box, the box emitted a soft wailing sound, he carried irreverently like it was the most precious item in the world. "Maybe what?" Hermione demanded, placing her hands on her hips and striking an angry pose. "Maybe it's not the wands that are the problem but you." He stated as if it were common knowledge and Snape had to hold her back from pummelling him, "No, no, you misunderstand me. It's not exactly you but your magical core. It's too powerful for the wands that I have created, this one though, might just work," he placed the pulsing box in her hands and the glow stopped abruptly, the wailing changed to a soft purr before stopping completely. "Amazing, anyone else who has dared to even lay a finger on that box has been blasted clear across the room. Well go on then dear, open it," he breathed, watching with wide eyes as her trembling fingers pried it open. For some reason the box made her feel as if the very thing she was holding was alive.
The lid swung open and laid on the black velvet lining was a single wand. It was a milk chocolate colour, engraved with winding patterns of vines and flowers nearly up to the tip of the wand, there was a small symbol in the end of the wand, a ruby, emerald, topaz and sapphire all intertwined together, flowing into each other in the shape of the druidic emblem, a series of triangles looped together so that they would never each an ending. The wand radiated power and Hermione eased it from the box with shaky fingers, the instant the wood touched her skin she felt as if a part of her was complete, "What is it?" she gasped, cradling it to her chest. "It is a wand made by Merlin himself, he extracted a promise from the land and it's magic that any one person who owned this wand must be worthy, must be the one destined to hold it. It is made of wood from the tree standing beside the lake of Avalon, 10 ½ inches, willowy but with a steadfast core of unicorn horn, dragons fang, griffin feather and sidhe hair. That my dear is the most powerful wand that has ever or will ever be. I must say you must have some powerful ancestors in order to own that wand," he whispered in awe, gazing at the wand with reverence.
"I'm descended from Merlin and the Hogwarts four, the goblins did a blood test at Gringotts," Hermione said absentmindedly, trailing her wand through the air and watching mesmerised as a smoky shape rose from her wand, turning into a miniature dragon that roared then disappeared. "How did you do that?" Snape asked, unable to stay quiet anymore, "I don't know." Hermione whispered, holding her wand to her chest, "It's just a reaction the wand was having to you, much like the previous wands but positive, it is said that Merlins served Camelot only and the symbol of Camelot was a dragon." Ollivander explained, handing her the box and wrapping it smartly in a blue ribbon. "How much do I owe you?" she asked and Ollivander shook his head, "Nothing just take good care of it," he nodded at them and shuffled back into the shop's stores, Hermione grinned and grabbed her sack of money, grabbing out around 35 galleons as Snape had called them. She looked around for a place to hide them and settled on putting them into the kit of wand care items, certain that a man as devoted to wands as Ollivander was sure to look there sooner rather than later. "Really," Snape snarked ad Hermione beamed up at him, "Of course he gave me something of great value it was only fair that I paid for it. How much did you pay for your wand?" she asked as they began walking out of the shop , "I paid eight galleons, same as most students, you gave a ridiculous amount to that man," Snape said though a note of grudging respect had entered his voice.
"Think of it as a tip," Hermione smiled and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards a small shop with Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour on a bright sign out front, "I'm going to get an icecream before we go," she said, dragging him through the door, the bell overhead clanging loudly. "Do you want one Sevvy?" Hermione asked, examining the display case happily, Snape raised an eyebrow at the nickname but choose not to comment, knowing that she wouldn't be budged when she wanted to do something. Florean stared at the two from his spot behind the counter, Snape was notorious for his bad temper but here he was letting a mere slip of a girl call him by a nickname on what appeared to be their first meeting if the many bags full of Hogwarts stuff was anything to go by. "What would you like little lady?" Florean asked, leaning over the counter and smiling merrily at Hermione, his brown eyes twinkling. "Um, can I get the cherry bubble gum with blueberry sprinkles?" she requested and he nodded, pressing a few buttons on the counter.
A scoop rose into the air and dived into the icecream, an invisible hand picked up a cone and deposited the scoop of the cheery coloured icecream onto the, a second spoon grabbed a small handful worth of sprinkles and shook it over the icecream, coating it generously in the blue flakes. Hermione watched all of this with awe, turning to Florean who had been watching her with a happy smile, "Muggleborn?" he aksed, probably used to the expression on the faces of those new to the wizarding world. "No pureblood but my mum and dad died as did the rest of my family so I went to live with a bunch of muggles. Not a drop of magical blood in them but some of the nicest people you'll ever meet," she said the last bit defensively, taking her icecream cone while still remaining civil. "Hey not being mean little lady, just you know, wondering. My mum's muggleborn and my dad's barely pureblood so I have no problem, it's just usually the muggleborns who look like that when they see magic. Others are used to it by this time in their lives," Florean says and Hermione nods, already licking her icecream happily.
"Would you like one to Sevvy?" she asked, stopping her licking for a second to look up at him earnestly, "No, I'm good thank you Hermione," he said and she nodded, picking up her bags and exiting the shop, waving goodbye to Florean as she went, the old man smirking with amusement as he saw the small girl skipping happily beside one of the most feared Professors to have ever taught at Hogwarts, the dark haired man smiling down at her indulgently as she rambled on about something. "Strange friendship that one is," Florean muttered to himself before moving back to his place at the counter as he saw the next customer enter the shop, "How may I help you young man?" he asked politely, glancing up quickly just as Hermione grabbed onto Snape's arm and the two disappeared with a loud pop, startling the people who were shopping around them.
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Hermione and Severus dropped in the foyer of St Trinians with a sudden pop, several girls came running armed with slingshots and nerf guns before realising it was just their resident witch, placing the weapons back in hidden panels and small notches before continuing on with what they were doing. Snape watched the proceedings with a cautious air, turning to Hermione for answers. "We're ready at a moment's notice for anything that's thrown at us," she shrugged and pranced up the stairs, leaving Snape to follow behind her, still carrying several of her bags. "Where would you like me to put these?" he asked as they entered her room and she pointed over her shoulder at her bed, carefully taking off her top hat and jewellery, laying it on her dressing table. Happy to see that one of the girls had placed her new party hat on top of the mirror so that it didn't get damaged.
Snape stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "I have to go now, I have a detention in a few minutes and I really don't like the little snots in this one, annoying pranksters messing up my class" he sneered the last part but Hermione just smiled, bounding over to him and wrapping him in a huge hug, her small arms tight around his waist. He went tense and looked about unsure of what to do before awkwardly patting her back as she backed up. "You're going to come visit me before the holidays are over," she said, it was a statement not a question. "If I have time," he said, stepping back and preparing to apparate, just as he was disappearing he heard a final shout, "Make the time!" Hermione yelled, feeling her ears pop as the loud crack of apparition echoed through her room.
Snape landed in his dungeons a second later, chuckling to himself at Hermione's parting words, two red headed boys walked in at that very moment and stopped in shock, gazing at the normally expressionless potions master who was laughing quietly to himself, "Silly girl, I think I'll go back soon, I'll teach her some spells," he mused aloud, his back to the boys as he browsed his bookshelf. The twins exchanged glances and stepped back out of the classroom, knocking on the now closed door as they debated in quiet whispers about what could make the feared professor smile and laugh. "We're here for detention sir," Fred said, deciding to be respectful just this once. "Ah so you are, a few more seconds and you would have been late. What a pity," Snape drawled, his usual sneer fixed firmly on his face. The twins nodded and Snape pointed to a pile of cauldrons then a bucket of cleaning supplies, "Get cleaning, you have 2 hours," he said then left the room with a billow of his cloak, not before collecting their wands.
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HERMIONE POV
I smirked as I heard the faint chuckles of Snape just before he was gone completely, I turned back to the mess on my bed and groaned, knowing that it was going to be a huge chore to pack everything in. I sighed and stripped out of the clothes I was wearing, throwing on a comfy pair of sweatpants and a thick hooded jumped, rolling the sleeves up to my elbows. I only ever dressed up if I was going out, if there was an important reason or I was trying to impress someone. With a final groan of annoyance I began packing my trunk. My shoes were placed at the very bottom, boots, stilettoes, sandals, converses and flats all found their way into the trunk. My new school robes were the next layer to be added, all of them folded neatly and pushed close together. On top of my school robes were my everyday clothes, dresses, skirts, pants, shirts and underwear, all sorted and placed into the trunk. I then added all of the extras for my classes including quills, potions ingredients, books, my new cauldron, scales and telescope. I added several photos, most of them of me with the other St Trinians girls, to the top of the trunk.
Deeming all of the things I would need for school was in there I pulled out the secret draw built into the bottom of the trunk, grabbing my pranking supplies from my cupboard built specially for them I set them on the bed, wondering how I would fit them all in. An idea hit me and I grabbed the books from my trunk under the bed, searching for a spell to make things smaller, making sure there was a counter curse before I did. I took a deep breath and grabbed my wand from the box on my bed, taking a minute to get accustomed to the feel of it in my hand, it felt… right. Like it had been waiting for me and me only. "Reducio," the word tasted funny on my tongue as I pointed the wand at the pile of pranks, nothing happened and I grimaced, repeating the word but this time a weird tingle worked its way from my head to my feet and a purple light shot from the end of my wand, hitting the pile and shrinking them down so I could fit them all in the draw. I cheered, having completed my first spell on only my second try. My trunk was packed and I grinned, flopping down onto the bed and flipping through my books.
The first spell had been outrageously easy and the feeling that came with it left me wanting more. I found one that looked interesting, a way to produce water from nowhere and it would be drinkable. "Aguamenti," I hissed, holding my wand over a goblet, nothing happened and I frowned, looking over at the book. It said it was a second grade spell and that it was difficult to conjure since it controlled one of the elements, "Aguamenti," I tried it again and nothing happened, making me growl, "Aguamenti," I did it again this time adding a flicking motion at the end and a stream of pure water shot out of my wand, hitting the sides of the goblet with a splattering sound. I lifted the cup unsteadily, unsure if it was completely safe before shrugging and downing the cup, the taste was beyond anything, completely clean of any outside interference. I filled the cup again and downed it before giving my book a sideways glance, I wonder if I could conjure other liquids. As a St Trinians girl I had had alcohol before, it came with the trade, I wasn't allowed to have enough to get me drunk just enough to give me a pleasant buzz. Deciding to leave that for a few years just in case, I went back to searching the book, encountering a charm that turned a person into their inner animal for a few hours.
"Versavertremum," I hissed, jabbing the wand into my forearm, I didn't feel anything different and sighed, "Versavertremum," I did it several more times with no results. "Try in a few more months," I sighed, disappointed. It would be pretty cool if I could change into an animal whenever I wanted to. "Hermione?" Auntie Fritton's voice came cautiously through the door, "In here Auntie," I called and she pushed open the door, a flood of giggling girls barged into the room, taking places all around the room. Some perched on tables, others laying on my bed, most spread out across the floor, "How was it?" Annabelle asked from her place lying across Kelly who didn't look all that sad with their current position. I smirked and saw it mirrored on the faces of all the girls around the room, those two were so damn oblivious. "Amazing, simply amazing. I got books, a cauldron and… check it out." I presented my wand and passed it to the nearest girl, she passed it on and it was handed around the room like a precious treasure before arriving back at me. "So that lets you do magic?" Chelsea asked confused, fiddling around with a strand of her hair. "No I could already do magic this just helps me… control it," I answered, pondering the question for a moment.
"Ok, so when do you go to this school thingy?" Auntie asked, crossing her hands in her lap as she gazed down at me, I was tiny compared to the girls spread out around me, covered in a warm blanket of limbs on my silk sheets. "Um Snape said September 1st and apparently we leave from Kings Cross Station," I scrunched up my nose, unable to think of a train that would go to a magical school and back without anyone ever knowing it was gone. "Really… a train?" Kelly asked in disbelief and I nodded, smirking at how ordinary it sounded for a magical school. "Right… well off to bed ladies. We have a heist on Willows End Boarding school tomorrow and we must have you all bright eyed and cheery for the mission," Auntie clapped her hands dismissively and the girls hurried out of the room, chattering excitedly to each other. "Hermione, I must speak to you," Auntie said cautiously and I nodded, gesturing for her to take a seat beside me on the bed. "Hermione, I know that the girls of this school have always known of your magic, each year the new ones are informed and swear an oath of secrecy but darling I believe it is time that we stopped telling them. You are going to Hogwarts now darling and they will teach you how to control your magic, no more outbursts that could be seen by anyone. This place will always be your home Hermione and we will always be your family but it is time for the secret to be kept," Auntie explained calmly and I nodded, understanding what she meant.
The girls who already knew had kept it to themselves but if we kept telling people there was a chance that I could be outed and with me the entire wizarding world, it would be devastating and I couldn't have that guilt on my shoulders, "I understand Auntie, you'll have to inform the school when I'm gone," I smiled weakly and she wrapped me in a hug, I snuggled into her embrace, she was like the mother I never had. "I have to go now, I'll bet my hat that if I don't talk to them, none of those girls will be going to bed," Auntie smirked and I grinned, that was probably true, St Trinian girls were too stubborn for their own good. "Good night Auntie," I whispered, crawling into my bed and pulling my blanket up to my neck, watching as Auntie backed out of the room, turning off the light and closing the door. The last thing I saw before my eyes closed was my wand carefully placed on top of my trunk, "Two months to go," I mumbled, my eyes slowly shutting as I drifted off.