I don't own Harry Potter but I own Heather - Muhahahaha
The next morning Heather woke up to an annoying poking. Someone was seriously poking her. Grumbling she tried to slap this someones hand away. She turned be back to them but the poking didn´t stop. Slowly and angrily Heather opened her eyes, the bright light of the morning sun blending her. After a few painful seconds she could identify the person, or rather creature. It didn't look anything like a person with its greenish and frumpy skin, huge round eyes, long pointed nose and a bold head. It also wore a pillowcase as a dress. A house elf, of course Dumbledore would sent an elf to wake me. She thought. Couldn't wait for me to wake up on my own accord.
„Little Miss, the Headmaster sent me to wake yous"said the elf. „ Oh really?! Who would have thought that"she snapped but regretted it instantly after seeing the reaction it provoked. The little elf had a huge tear running down its cheek and was already on her way of banging her head against the wall. Jumping into action Heather pulled the elf away „Stop it. Banging your head against the wall won't solve anything"
Weirdly enough the elf stopped instantly. „Sorry for that. I'm just not much of an morning person" She said „Anyway, what's your name?" Heather asked.
„Y-Yous a-a-are ap-apologizing. No-no ones ever apologized to me ever before. I's Becksy" the little she-elf stuttered.
„Oh, hey Becksy! I'm Heather" she said while looking under her bed, searching for her clothes. „Have you, by any chance, seen my clothes? I can't find them"
„Yes miss, but Headmaster doesn't want yous wearing them" she said in a high pitched voice. Snapping her long fingers, clothes appeared on Heathers hospital bed. A black, high waisted skirt, which goes over her knees with an emerald green blouse and black flats. She closed the curtains around her bed and put everything on. Went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth and put her long dark brown hair into a bun. She went out of the bathroom and went in search for Madame Hems. She opened, what she guessed to be her office and found her sitting and eating breakfast.
"Morning my dear. What would you like for breakfast" Madam Hems asked her with a big smile, indicating her breakfast tray.
"Oh, hmm… Porridge I guess" Heather told the school matron.
After her breakfast, which consisted of cinnamon porridge, coffee and a bread roll with butter, she went with Madame Hems to Professor Dumlbledores office. Knocking three times, the pair could hear the Deputy calling them in.
"Good morning ladys! Dorothea you may go back to your hospital wing and you Heather, we will be flooing to the Leaking Cauldron" he said "From there we'll be going to Olivander's and buy you a wand, also we're going to Madame Malkins for your robes, Flourish and Blotts for your school books and maybe to the new ice-cream parlour"
"Professor Dumbledore, I.."
"Come now, child. We have much to do and not enough time" he said, ushering her to the fireplace, taking a handful of floopowder and going with her into the fireplace.
He stated loud and clearly their destination and they vanished. Heather felt like she was being squeezed so tight and could see different living rooms, bars, offices and other places. Finally they stopped and stepped out of the fireplace into the leaky cauldron. There were many inhabitants eating their breakfast, talking and drinking. Dumbledore greeted a few people and opened a door. Going through it, Heather saw a brick wall which she knew would lead them into Diagon Alley. Dumbledore touched a few bricks with his wand and went through the opening.
Diagon Alley was exactly how she imagined it. Many witches and wizards in different robes, some in bright purple with glowing stars, others just in plain black robes, were wandering around and greeting each other. The display windows of the shops were beautifully decorated and she had to use every bit of self-control not to press her nose against every one of them.
Arriving at Olivanders Dumbledore led her through the wooden door. Looking around she was amazed. The shop looked so small from the outside but from the inside it is huge. Huge, long shelves full of boxes were standing side by side along the shop. She couldn't see everything because the shop went much further. A quiet hello pulled her out of her amazement.
"Albus Dumbledore, you haven't come by my shop in a while" Olivander said with a lopsided smile to Dumbledore "And who do we have here? A pupil of yours" he asked
"Hello Olivander, yes it's been a while" he greeted him "Yes and no. She is a pupil but also my goddaughter. Her name is Heather Brickston"
"Welcome, welcome Miss Brickston. What can I do for you" Olivander asked her
"Well… I need a wand" Heather answered not looking at Olivander. "My old wand broke and I need a new one"
"Well then you're at the right place. I certainly have one for you, young lady" he said, going along the rows of boxes. Pulling a yellow box out he went back to Heather and opened it. Heather took the wand out of its box.
"It's dragon heartstring and pine. 11 ½ inches, flexible" he declared. Heather made a motion and it started raining in the shop. She dropped the wand. Did I really do that right now!? How? I'm not magical! Oh my gosh, maybe I am magical?
With a swish of Dumbledores wand the rain stopped and Olivander summoned the wand Heather dropped. "This certainly wasn't the one. No, no" Again he went along the rows, this time further away from them, muttering under his breath. After a while he came back, carrying fife different coloured boxes. Opening the one on top, a grey box, he gave the wand to Heather. This time all candles were blown out.
Giving her the next one out of a deep royal blue box Heather flicked her wrist. They could hear a loud BOOM from the back of the shop. With a sigh she put it back in its box. After half an hour and twelve more boxes she wanted to leave but Olivander came running from the very back of his shop. Carrying an emerald green box.
"This one is it! I'm certain" he told them excited "It's phoenix feather and fir wood, 10 ½ inches, unyielding"
Heather gave it a try and she felt a great relief. She could feel the magic in her, flowing through every fibre of her being, fulfilling and powerful. Olivander smiled satisfied and Dumbledore had this annoying twinkle in his eyes. Dumbledore paid the seven Galleons for the wand and they went together outside. It was already lunchtime and they ate at a little bakery in Diagon Alley. After their small lunch they went to Madame Malkins for her robes and to the new ice-cream parlour whose owner, Florean Fortescue seemed to be in his mid-twenties. After eating their ice-cream the pair went to Flourish and Blotts, the last destination of their trip, Dumbledore told her to look for books she'd like to have and he would gather her school books. She looked through trough the shop and stopped at the aisle for transfiguration. Heather always thought this would be the most interesting brand of magic. Transforming something into something different. Or someone she thought to herself with a mischievously smile. Finding a book, she reached for it but instead of the book she had another hand in hers. Looking to her right she saw the most beautiful green eyes staring right back at her.
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