Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter characters that you might recognize.

*I wrote this at school in the library, great use of the lunch break, don't you think?*

Rose met them in front of the shop. "Got your robes?" She asked. "Let's go get your wand then." She led the way to Ollivander's "Where's Lizzie, Mom?" Jake asked carefully, worried that if he said one word wrong, he would not get to go to WWW. "She's buying her potion ingredients." Rose answered, pushing open the door. Inside, it was as dark as ever, but their enhanced sight allowed them to see clearly through the gloom, where Ollivander was hurrying toward them. "Good to see you again, Rose! Now, let's see…Holly, 11 and a half inches, dragon heartstring (A/N: This is my ideal wand…LOL), am I right?" the wand maker looked at her with questioning silver eyes. Rose nodded. "Yes sir, but my sons are getting their wands this year." She replied politely. Ollivander turned his gaze on the twins, who were slightly unnerved by his eyes. (A/N: Then again, who isn't? LOL) "Well, I'm sure there is just the right wand waiting for you." He said, fixing them with a knowing stare.

Twenty minutes later, they were bowed out of the shop, Jake and Andrew clutching their new wands. Andrew's wand is 11 inches, made of Ash and dragon heartstring. Jake's wand is 9 and three quarters inches, made of Ash and unicorn hair. Jake had found his wand almost at once, but it took Andrew a few more tries. "Interesting…" the wand maker mused, as Andrew felt a trickle of warmth spreading through his body. "You have an interesting power, Mr. Black, and you shall accomplish great deeds with it…" Behind Andrew, Rose paled sharply, her hand drifting unconsciously towards her left arm, where a brand was concealed by her sleeve. Jake glanced at her worriedly. "Are you okay, Mom?" he asked. "Yeah, fine, thanks." Rose smiled, a bit shakily at Jake. Now, Andrew glanced at Rose, who seemed to be still in deep thought. "Why did you look so pale back in the shop?" he asked. Rose started and looked at Andrew, frowning. "It's just, I remembered a promise I made a long time ago-to Brad." She gave a tiny shudder. The twins knew exactly who she was talking about. Brad was her half-brother, who has a rather explosive temper and a tendency to torture Rose whenever he felt like it. Once, he had even tortured her to a point that she almost died. "What promise?" Jake asked warily. "Brad knew that at least one of my children would inherit my power, the gift of necromancy. He made me swear that whoever it is, he would be able to take him or her as his warrior." Rose looked at Andrew, her eyes shadowed. "And now I've heard what Ollivander said, I'm almost positive it will be you, Andrew. I don't want to lose you." She sighed. Just then, Lizzie camp up to them, laughing with a blond boy with ice-blue eyes. "Bye Carlos!" she said and bounded over to them. "What's wrong?" she asked, her smile dimming. "Nothing. Who was that?" Rose nodded in the direction where the boy just went. "Oh, no one." Lizzie said hastily, but seeing her mother and brothers' disbelieving looks, said reluctantly, "Oh alright, that's Carlos Lexsy, a third year Gryffindor. He, uh, kind of has a crush on me." Lizzie blushed, as Jake whooped. "I knew it!" I knew it was a love letter!" he said triumphantly. Rose glared at him and he ducked his head. "Well, come on then, George is waiting for us." Rose smiled, and the siblings raced each other to the shop.