A handsome young man from a prestigious pure-blood wizarding family fought against the aurors, yelling in frustration. His words were unintelligible as he tried to get the onlookers to help him. He looked to Albus, his mentor, leader, his friend.
"Albus, please! Help!" His grief filled grey eyes locked onto the unreadable blue eyes of the old wizard. But the gaze was broke short when Albus turned away, refusing to look at the man whom had betrayed his own friends. Whom betrayed the Order. Whom betrayed him. The young man slowly shook his head. "Albus, no…please, no! help! I beg you! Don't let them take me! I would never hurt them! THEY WERE MY FRIENDS!"
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The words echoed through his mind as Albus slowly lifted his head from his table, parchment sticking to his cheek. He sighed as he carefully pulled it off. He looked at the name. Ronald Billius Weasley. A young man that was a candidate to come to Hogwarts as a student.
It was that time of year again, the time where he marked who made it to school out of all the young witches and wizards that were old enough to begin school. He looked back down to the picture of the smiling ginger as he stood with his parents, pouting when his mother, Molly, tried to smooth his hair or clean his face. Albus chuckled and waved his wand over it, accepting the boy into his school. His parents were members of the Order and his siblings already attended.
He continued with the applicants, sometimes accepting, sometime, regrettably, declining. This went on for many hours, well into the night and as the sun began rising again. A knock on the door startled him. He looked up and bid the person to enter as he absently placed the candidate - Pansy Parkinson - into the accept pile and pulled the next candidate to him. He smiled as Minerva's stern face came into view.
"Minerva, my dear, how are you this fine, August morning?" She huffed and sat down gracefully into the chair in front of his desk.
"Albus, how long have you been up?" The man smiled sheepishly.
"How is one to tell when one is awake when one dreams when ones eyes are closed and one thinks to be dreaming when ones eyes are open? And how is one to tell when ones eyes are open if one can not tell the difference between awake and sleep? And-" She finally cut him off, waving his words away.
"I am in no mood for your circles of logic. Now, where are the accepted candidates?" He again looked sheepish. "And no circles!" He sighed as he looked down to the parchment on his desk. Harry James Potter.
"Aa, look, young Mister Potter." He didn't even think of the decision as he waved his wand over the parchment, accepting the eleven year old boy.
"You're not finished." He refused to look at her as he pulled another candidate to him. William Antonio Bercilly. No. Draco Malfoy. Yes, unfortunately. Blaise Zabini. Yes. Hermione Jane Granger. Ye-what?
He stopped listening to Minerva whom was reprimanding him, which he usually enjoyed listening to. He stared at the bushy haired young girl. Her hair now reached just below her shoulders. Her eyes were piercing and brown. She had a dusting of freckles over her small nose. She stared with seriousness at the camera, no childish behavior in her posture or face.
He held a soft spot for the young girl ever since they found her. She was such a curious muggle, able to survive an attack by Tom and his followers. But that was the thing, she was a muggle, not a witch. Who made the mistake og thinking she was a witch? He stood and walked to his fireplace, parchment in hand as he continued to ignore Minerva. He grabbed a pinch of floo powder and threw it into the flames. He stuck his head in the green flames and called our for the ministers office. A moment later he was staring into the startled eyes of Cornelius Fudge.
"Cornelius, I want to know why I have a an applicant for one Hermione Jane Granger, a muggle." The minister mumbled to himself as he rummaged through his files for the girls file, strangely without complaint. Albus watched as the man walked forward with a file, already shaking his head.
"No, no, she's a witch alright. Just before she was two, on July 29th, 1981, she performed an unidentified spell on her caretaker, Rose Callaway. It was labeled as grey magic. On her fifth birthday, September 19th, 1984, she performed magic on a muggle boy in her class. The boy was levitated with the Wingardium Leviosa charm and dropped from the school window, eighteen feet high. Though the charm is normal Light magic, it was labeled as grey due to the intentions. The list goes on, each incident closer to each other. They are all labeled as grey, a few light, and one dark. The dark spell was when she was a little over ten years of age. She was reported to be in a park near her guardians home at the time on Christmas day, December 25th, 1989. A muggle, whom was reported drunk, was attacked by the girl, whom said she wanted the man to hurt because he hurt her. Her claim was never proved, therefore the spell was labeled as dark."
Albus couldn't talk throughout the speech. When she was younger and had hurt Rose, he could believe it was magic. While it had never happened, it was within the possible realms for her to perform magic with the small amount of magic she held. But for all of these incidents? They couldn't be accidental, she had to be performing magic. But how? She was a muggle, for Merlin's sake!
Albus nodded absently at the minister and withdrew his head from the flames and returned to his desk. Minerva watched her friend tiredly make his way back to his seat, a rare look of confusion coming from his dazed eyes. She knew now was the time not to ask.
He sat down and looked back down to the candidate, to the still Picture of Hermione. He sighed and picked up his wand, waving it over the short parchment.
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A bushy headed brunette with piercing brown eyes slowly swayed back and forth on the swing she usually sat on when here. She was the only child that lived here, the playground was shared between her and the two drunk homeless men: John Benti and Liam Sims. Her face was, once more, buried in a book, this one a play by Shakespeare called 'A Winter's Tale'. Rose said it was most likely the play her parents, whomever they were, got her name.
But Hermione did not care much for the parents she neither remembered meeting or seeing, she held no memory of their voices or what they smelt like. She can't even remember what her old home use look like. So, the only parent for her was Rose.
The hoot of an owl broke the girl from her thoughts and book. She looked up and watched the small, brown owl fly in. A Micrathene whitneyi, more commonly known as the Elf Owl. She studied the small bird as it swooped down and landed on her knee once she pulled her book to her chest. She watched, curiously, as it dropped a letter on her lap and then took off into the air once more.
She looked down at the letter before picking up the slightly yellow, thick, material: parchment. Her head tilted and her skinny little fingers carefully tore the wax seal of Hogwarts.
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Rose was many things. She was a daughter. A mother. A grandmother. A strong believer of Christianity and knowledge of the sciences. She was a teacher. She was a guardian. But alas, she was not a lover of magic.
But the fact that she had been dragged into going to Diagon Alley because her wonderful friend decided to accept the girl she was guarding. The short, thin woman sighed irritably as she glanced at the girl behind her, whom had fallen behind to stare around into the many magical shops. She scowled and walked back to the girl.
"Hermione, get your skinny ass over here. You want your wand, do you not?" The young girl turned to look up into the eyes of her caretaker. She nodded quickly and followed the woman through the crowded streets. The girl wondered, idly, how the unimposing woman was able to part the throngs of people tightly clustered together. But it was no matter, nothing more than an idle thought.
They finally arrived at the wand shop of Ollivander. The girl was once more curious as to how rose was able to find the place, but she dismissed it once they entered the cool, quiet shop. She looked up the tall, narrow shelves stuffed with tiny boxes.
She was in the middle of her inspection of a curios little white box that had fallen to the ground when the man, Mr. Ollivander, suddenly appeared. She straightened and left to go stand beside Rose.
Mr. Ollivander stood kindly beside his desk and looked at the two. He recognized one to be Rose Callaway, the Squib friend of Albus Dumbledore. Her hair was white as ever and her green eyes still just as piercing. The girl beside her, however, was unfamiliar.
The girl wore a simple green dress, a white sweater over that, and knee high white socks tucked into small brown loafers. Her school uniform. Her eyes were a mixture of browns, piercing. Her hair was bushy, puffing up like a cat around her head and down a little ways past her shoulders. Her skin was slightly pale and she had a dusting of freckles over her nose. What a curious couple, he had thought. Though all he did was smile.
"I assume you are looking for a wand? Well, hold out your wand arm!" Rose turned to the girl and tapped the girls right hand. The girl, understanding the message, lifted her right arm and waited. Her brown eyes widened as the tape measures flew around her, measuring her. He swiftly came back, holding out a wand.
"What do I do with it, sir?" He chuckled and fingered the wand before setting it in her hand.
"It is eleven inch yew with a core of Abaia fina nd phoenix feather. Very regal, full of protection and kindness. Very bendy. Works well if you are a med witch or charms mistress." She nodded, waiting for him to continue. "Just wave it."
Rose looked over sharply at the girl. This is what she was waiting for. If the girl could do nothing with the wands, it would mean she was just a muggle whom was prone to accidental magic. But if she could…well, that would be answered if it came to that.
Hermione looked down and observed the dark colored wand. It was covered in knots and wasn't straight. It was beautiful and warm, but it just didn't speak to her like that white box had. But she waved the wand, for the man in front of her seemed curious.
She gasped and nearly dropped the wand when a jet of white light shot from the wand and blasted through Mr. Ollivander's desk, ripping a hole straight through the center. But the old man just chuckled and continued his search.
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"Miss Granger, I like you. Never have I had such a complicated customer. Thank you so much!" He smiled kindly to the nervous looking girl. She looked frightened that she had done something wrong. "But I do have one question for you." She looked up as he walked over to the little white box, frowning. "Why does your attention seem to stray to this particular box?" He waited with his back turned, afraid what her answer may be.
"Well, I'm…not sure…it seems like it's talking to me. Is that…weird?" Ollivander sighed and slowly opened the box as he walked back to the trembling girl. He held the box out to her and didn't touch it.
"Nothing is wrong with that. It merely means you have an already strong connection with the wand. Here, take it." He waited, nervous, as a small hand reached out and grabbed the wand. He gulped as the wand gave a pulse of pure magic and then settled. The girl raised her arm to wave it. "Ah, no, no. It's already chosen you. Let's not perform any magic without a proper lesson, hmm?" He smiled pleasantly, though with a sign of nervousness behind it.
She nodded excitedly and held the wand close to her chest. It pulsed with power in her hands and seemed to wrap her in a comforting blanket of security. There seemed to be a soft humming in her mind, in the void of nothingness. It completed her where she had always felt empty. It was like this wand was part of her that had been lost long ago. She smiled contentedly and looked up to Rose.
"Hermione, go on outside and follow the signs to the library. I need to ask Mr. Ollivander a few things." Hermione nodded and walked quickly from the room, missing the look of worry passing over the old wand makers face.
"Rose, who is she?" She gave him a calculating look.
"Why do you want to know?"
"That wand, that wand that she just received, was the only wand I never made. I don't know who made it, all I know is that it is powerful. None of us can touch it and no one can take it out of it's box or out of this store. I've hidden for a while, but somehow, she found it." He took in a shuddering breath.
"What type of wand was it? What makes it so evil?"
"It is a six inch Linden with a core of a hair of Thoth, the crushed tooth of an Emere, and a single hair from BasCelik. Thoth is the god over in Africa, somehow, someone got a hair of his even though Thoth has not been seen in over two thousand years. And BasCelik…I fear the being that got a hair off his head." The man trailed off, looking into the distance.
"And the Emeres? What are they?"
"Oh, them. They aren't all that bad, just very elusive. They are children that can dross from this world to the next." He looked down to Rose with suddenly sharp eyes. "Is Miss Granger an evil person?" Rose's eyes grew, almost comically, before she shook her head, calming down.
"No, no. She's a good girl, just quiet. And very studious. But her magic is a bit of a curious thing." He looked away thoughtfully, mumbling, before looking back down to Rose.
"How so?" Rose looked away, out the window at the people milling about. She saw a giant walk by, someone she thought she recognized…aa, that's right, Rubeus Hagrid. She turned back to Ollivander.
"I'm not allowed to share that information, even if I knew it. I must be going." She stood suddenly and began to walk to the door. She stopped, door slightly open, as Ollivander once more spoke, a soft, frightening tone underneath.
"Rose, I would watch her if I were you. Be careful." She said nothing as she left the small shop, not seeing the look Ollivander threw out the window, in the direction of the book shop.
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"Rose! There you are! Look what I found." She ducked her head and shifted through the large pile of books she had already made. She was so excited, all of these books, the quiet and soft atmosphere of the place…it was like heaven! She finally found the book - Hogwarts: A History - and held it up for Rose to see. Rose glanced at the cover before nodding.
"You may buy all of them with your required books." Hermione's eyes widened.
"Really? You mean it?" Rose looked at the young girl whom she had grown to like.
"Of course. It is all in the name of knowledge, yes? So, you may buy them." Hermione's grin, if possible, grew wider and she nodded. Leaving to find her other required books, Rose saw her new wand in her right hand. She gave it a wary look before putting it out of mind and looking through the pile of books Hermione had collected.
The girl in question couldn't be happier though. The void in her had been filled at last and she able to buy all of these books! And add to that, she will be going to a school with people exactly like her. She smiled and began scanning book titles, wand in one hand and locket in the other.
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A/N: Ok, here is the next chapter! I hope everyone enjoyed this! I did a lot of research for the wands, so I went ahead and put what the two wands I mentioned are made of and their descriptions below.
Wand One: Yew with a core of Abaia scale and feather of a phoenix.
Yew-is a source of joy and honor to every prince and knight
Abaia-a magical eel at the bottom of a lake. It is fiercely protective of it's children(the creatures of it's lake)and if any are harmed, it will create a large storm or flood to kill all those that hurt it's children by powerful flails of it's large tail.
Phoenix-a creature representing life, death, rebirth, and immortality. A joyous creature, a symbol of hope.
Wand Two: Linden with a core of a hair of Thoth, crushed tooth of a Emere, and a single hair of BasCelik.
Linden-is horrible to every knight, when the corpse quickly begins to cool and is laid in the bosom of the dark earth. Prosperity declines, happiness passes away and covenants are broken
Thoth-A god of the heart(which is where the Egyptians believed the mind and intelligence lay)and the translator for Apollo. He is the Egyptian god of knowledge and Language.
Emere-children that can pass from this world to the afterlife.
BasCelik-a very evil demon. No weapon can harm him. The only way to diminish his strength is to dehydrate him. There is no way to actually kill him. There is a rumor that there may be a sword that can slay him, but it has never been proven.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR IT'S CHARACTERS.
