A/n's; Here's chapter, I believe is 6 but it could be 5, I'm not exactly certain though. These chapter's are getting harder to write because no one is reviewing so I'm not sure if everyone wants me to continue the story or not. So I'm going to try and ask for at least 3 MORE reviews for the story to continue. But if I don't get them by chapter ten then I won't continue. Okay?
By the Way; I am also renaming the story, so rather than Dream Tomorrow, it will be A New Life.
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A New Life
By- Thorn
Chapter 5
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Following the directions the red-haired witch Mrs. Weasley had given her, Amaya stood in front of the dingy look shop, with the grim covered windows and sighed. If it hadn't for the sign hanging above the door, proclaiming 'Olivander's Maker of Fine Wands since 232b.c' she would have thought the older women had lied to her. Looking down at her watch, Amaya sighed; she only had 1 hour before she had to meet her uncle at the cauldron. Rubbing the obsidian necklace around her neck for reassurance, Amaya entered the run down, dimly lit shop, and for the first time since she'd put them on pulled off her sunglasses. Inside was as musty and dusty as she thought it was going to be, with several walls lined with small rectangular boxes.
Trying to ignore the dust floating in the air she took a few steps towards the counter and looked around for someone to help her, seeing no one she grumbled a little before calling out in to the dim room. "Hello...anyone here." Her voice seemed way to loud in the small shop, if she had shouted she wasn't sure it could have been louder. Turning to exit she jumped a foot in the air because of the tiny old male that was silently standing behind her in the door way.
"Yes...how can I help you?" he questioned, moving around her into the main part of the shop, not really looking at her.
Shaking slightly from being so surprised, Amaya shuddered and finally got her heart rate under control before asking" Are you Olivander?" While berating herself in her mind for not paying attention to if anyone had entered.
"Yes, I am Olivander...may I assume you're here for a wand?" he stated moving behind the counter and grabbing a tape measure, seeing her nod he continued "please hold up your wand arm." Letting the tape measure do it's job
Glaring at the short white haired man before her Amaya, stepped forward and held out her right arm. Glancing at the tape measure that was measuring various parts of her body on it's own, Amaya shook her head in amusement. Not that she was surprised but it was just a little unnerving to have something measure the space between your nose and your lips.
Looking away from the animate object, too the small old man whom had just re entered her sight carrying an armload of boxes. Sighing, Amaya tried to move away to help him, but was followed by the tape, which tried to measure around her head.
"Ohh...that's enough." His spindly voice carried over the pile he'd just placed down, as the yellow object fell lifelessly to the floor. " Now, no two Olivander wands are exactly alike, just as no two creatures are alike. Our sources are Phoenix feathers, Unicorn Tail Hair and Dragon Heartstrings; you may have a similar wand as others, but never exactly the same. That is why you'll never get good results using another person's wand. Try this one... 12 inches, swishy, maple wood with Dragon Heartstring as the core."
Taking the object that was being held out to her Amaya gripped the piece of wood and stared at Olivander " Now what?" she questioned, confusion written all over her features.
"Give it a wave of course."
Waving the wand around and feeling slightly foolish, Amaya jumped a foot in the air when several books and boxes flew off the shelves in front of her. The wand was snatched out of her hands before she could apologize and another replaced it.
" 14inches, pliable willow, phoenix feather."
On and on it went, over and over it seemed for a long time. Each time it seemed as if either nothing happened or something awful happened. Amaya had gotten over apologizing for it after the 6 time. Watching Olivander try and select the next wand the black haired girl took a look at her watch, and winced have spent that past hour trying to find a wand.
'Snape's gonna kill me if I'm late.' Amaya thought, vaguely aware of Olivander as he moved around.' But it would be fun to piss him off again.' Letting her thoughts wander, the teenager jumped when a voice broke the silence.
"Tricky customer, you are ehhh."
The voice, of course, belonged to Mr.Olivander, whose back was too her as he rummaged around in a dusty corner, obviously looking for something. Sighing and stepping forward into a patch of light, Amaya fingered her necklace and decided to ask.
" Does it often take this long to find someone a wand?"
"Occasionally, but it's the wand that chooses the wizard, not the other way around and wands are choosey things. They want to find their perfect match. Your wand is SURELY to be in this group. It's not often I take these out just from extremely tricky customers such as your self. In fact the last time I gave one of these to someone was, young Mr. Potter 5 years ago." He replied before standing with a box and turning, to hand her another wand. "16 Inches, Red Maple, heartstring taken from a baby dragon, whose mother once rampaged across Europe many years ago."
Dropping her necklace back into place, the teen gripped the thin piece of wood and sighed, but to her dismay the wand was taken from her as soon as she raised her hand. The same process with the 'rare wands' was repeated several times over the next ten minuets before it seemed even Ollivander was annoyed.
"I don't understand, every person has a wand match, but I can't seem to find you yours!" In his growing frustration, he grabbed a previously ignored box he'd left on the shelf, and thrust it towards her stating. "Hold this for a moment" before he turned back to the shelf.
Amaya glanced curiously down at the black box she was holding.
It had obviously not been opened in a long while, a statement that was proven by the thick layer of dust on the top of it. Ignoring the old mans murmuring in front of her; Amaya slid her glasses to the top of her head and ran her fingers over the top, leaving a trail in the previously un-disturbed dust. Taking a quick glance up at Ollivander, when she discovered he was still occupied, Amaya let her curiosity over take her better judgment as she gently pulled the lid off of the box, and glanced inside. The wand that lay there looked much like many of the others she'd tried over the past hour and a half, yet at the same time something was different about it. The wood seemed almost darker than any of the others she'd seen, like it was dyed or something, and it appeared to be about 14 inches in length. The dark wood had a dull shine on it, like it had been used, yet at the same time it managed to look as though it had never before been touched or even removed from the box.
Placing the lid down on the counter to her right Amaya swallowed, as she ran her finger gently down the satin it laid on, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Unaware of the fact that the owner of the shop had turned around and was staring at her in amazement, she wrapped her hand around the wand and removed it from the container a warm feeling spreading to the tips of her toes. The burst of light that shot from the end caused her just in alarm, and drop the wand as if she'd been burned.
"Oh My Stars and Garters!" Ollivander surprised voice washed over her bringing her back to reality; she watched as he bent over and picked up the object she's just dropped. Once the elder man had straighter, the teen immediately began her apologizes
"I'm sorry, Mr.Ollivander, I didn't mean to..."trailing off she noticed he was staring at her intently and was startled when she remembered her eyes were uncovered. Snapping her glasses into place, Amaya immediately went into a defensive stance lest he ask questions, but was confused when he only replaced it in the box and extended it out for her to take.
" I believe you have found your own wand." He told her quietly, black eyes fixed intently on her face as he waited for her to take the box.
Anyone looking in the grimy windows of the shop would have thought the two frozen in time, for neither moved for several moments. Finally after what seemed an eternity to the teen, she reached out and gripped the box, the silent question hanging in the air between them.
" That is a very rare wand you hold, very rare...and very powerful. It's been in this shop for many years waiting for an owner, 14 1/2 inches, Black Willow, the core is a strand of hair from a fabled black unicorn, I believe."
"You...believe?"
"I was not the maker of this wand, therefore I can not be positive with out breaking it open, and we wouldn't want that because then the you would have never found a wand. 10 Galleons, please" Ollivander told her matter of factly, moving swiftly behind the counter and opening the rusted cash register that sat upon it.
Opening the pouch her uncle had given her, Amaya extracted 10 of the large gold coins and held them out to the man.
"Thank You, Sir." She said backing away once he had taken the currency from her, not giving him time to speak when she saw he intended to. Gathering her the bags she had placed by the door, the raven-haired girl quickly made her exit from the shop, trying to ignore the feeling that he was watching her. Pausing on the stoop of the shop, Amaya glanced down once to examine the box that was tucked securely under her arm. Shaking her head, she risked a quick glance at her watch and swallowed.
"If I'm quick I can still get my pet." Amaya whispered pushing into the crowd as she tried to forget the wonder in the old man eyes when he saw her with that wand. However Ollivander wouldn't soon forget what he'd seen, wither it be her eyes or the fact that she had been able to open the box. Following her with his eyes until she was lost in the crowd he thought about what he'd been about to say before she'd retreated.
' That is a powerful wand, but beware the holder of it's companion, he will make a powerful enemy...yet an even more powerful friend.'
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A/N's- I lied she'll get her pet in the next chapter (Hopefully) and meet up with everyone's favorite uncle. Ta Ta Till Next Time
Sarah
(reviews are appreciated)
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By the Way; I am also renaming the story, so rather than Dream Tomorrow, it will be A New Life.
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A New Life
By- Thorn
Chapter 5
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Following the directions the red-haired witch Mrs. Weasley had given her, Amaya stood in front of the dingy look shop, with the grim covered windows and sighed. If it hadn't for the sign hanging above the door, proclaiming 'Olivander's Maker of Fine Wands since 232b.c' she would have thought the older women had lied to her. Looking down at her watch, Amaya sighed; she only had 1 hour before she had to meet her uncle at the cauldron. Rubbing the obsidian necklace around her neck for reassurance, Amaya entered the run down, dimly lit shop, and for the first time since she'd put them on pulled off her sunglasses. Inside was as musty and dusty as she thought it was going to be, with several walls lined with small rectangular boxes.
Trying to ignore the dust floating in the air she took a few steps towards the counter and looked around for someone to help her, seeing no one she grumbled a little before calling out in to the dim room. "Hello...anyone here." Her voice seemed way to loud in the small shop, if she had shouted she wasn't sure it could have been louder. Turning to exit she jumped a foot in the air because of the tiny old male that was silently standing behind her in the door way.
"Yes...how can I help you?" he questioned, moving around her into the main part of the shop, not really looking at her.
Shaking slightly from being so surprised, Amaya shuddered and finally got her heart rate under control before asking" Are you Olivander?" While berating herself in her mind for not paying attention to if anyone had entered.
"Yes, I am Olivander...may I assume you're here for a wand?" he stated moving behind the counter and grabbing a tape measure, seeing her nod he continued "please hold up your wand arm." Letting the tape measure do it's job
Glaring at the short white haired man before her Amaya, stepped forward and held out her right arm. Glancing at the tape measure that was measuring various parts of her body on it's own, Amaya shook her head in amusement. Not that she was surprised but it was just a little unnerving to have something measure the space between your nose and your lips.
Looking away from the animate object, too the small old man whom had just re entered her sight carrying an armload of boxes. Sighing, Amaya tried to move away to help him, but was followed by the tape, which tried to measure around her head.
"Ohh...that's enough." His spindly voice carried over the pile he'd just placed down, as the yellow object fell lifelessly to the floor. " Now, no two Olivander wands are exactly alike, just as no two creatures are alike. Our sources are Phoenix feathers, Unicorn Tail Hair and Dragon Heartstrings; you may have a similar wand as others, but never exactly the same. That is why you'll never get good results using another person's wand. Try this one... 12 inches, swishy, maple wood with Dragon Heartstring as the core."
Taking the object that was being held out to her Amaya gripped the piece of wood and stared at Olivander " Now what?" she questioned, confusion written all over her features.
"Give it a wave of course."
Waving the wand around and feeling slightly foolish, Amaya jumped a foot in the air when several books and boxes flew off the shelves in front of her. The wand was snatched out of her hands before she could apologize and another replaced it.
" 14inches, pliable willow, phoenix feather."
On and on it went, over and over it seemed for a long time. Each time it seemed as if either nothing happened or something awful happened. Amaya had gotten over apologizing for it after the 6 time. Watching Olivander try and select the next wand the black haired girl took a look at her watch, and winced have spent that past hour trying to find a wand.
'Snape's gonna kill me if I'm late.' Amaya thought, vaguely aware of Olivander as he moved around.' But it would be fun to piss him off again.' Letting her thoughts wander, the teenager jumped when a voice broke the silence.
"Tricky customer, you are ehhh."
The voice, of course, belonged to Mr.Olivander, whose back was too her as he rummaged around in a dusty corner, obviously looking for something. Sighing and stepping forward into a patch of light, Amaya fingered her necklace and decided to ask.
" Does it often take this long to find someone a wand?"
"Occasionally, but it's the wand that chooses the wizard, not the other way around and wands are choosey things. They want to find their perfect match. Your wand is SURELY to be in this group. It's not often I take these out just from extremely tricky customers such as your self. In fact the last time I gave one of these to someone was, young Mr. Potter 5 years ago." He replied before standing with a box and turning, to hand her another wand. "16 Inches, Red Maple, heartstring taken from a baby dragon, whose mother once rampaged across Europe many years ago."
Dropping her necklace back into place, the teen gripped the thin piece of wood and sighed, but to her dismay the wand was taken from her as soon as she raised her hand. The same process with the 'rare wands' was repeated several times over the next ten minuets before it seemed even Ollivander was annoyed.
"I don't understand, every person has a wand match, but I can't seem to find you yours!" In his growing frustration, he grabbed a previously ignored box he'd left on the shelf, and thrust it towards her stating. "Hold this for a moment" before he turned back to the shelf.
Amaya glanced curiously down at the black box she was holding.
It had obviously not been opened in a long while, a statement that was proven by the thick layer of dust on the top of it. Ignoring the old mans murmuring in front of her; Amaya slid her glasses to the top of her head and ran her fingers over the top, leaving a trail in the previously un-disturbed dust. Taking a quick glance up at Ollivander, when she discovered he was still occupied, Amaya let her curiosity over take her better judgment as she gently pulled the lid off of the box, and glanced inside. The wand that lay there looked much like many of the others she'd tried over the past hour and a half, yet at the same time something was different about it. The wood seemed almost darker than any of the others she'd seen, like it was dyed or something, and it appeared to be about 14 inches in length. The dark wood had a dull shine on it, like it had been used, yet at the same time it managed to look as though it had never before been touched or even removed from the box.
Placing the lid down on the counter to her right Amaya swallowed, as she ran her finger gently down the satin it laid on, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Unaware of the fact that the owner of the shop had turned around and was staring at her in amazement, she wrapped her hand around the wand and removed it from the container a warm feeling spreading to the tips of her toes. The burst of light that shot from the end caused her just in alarm, and drop the wand as if she'd been burned.
"Oh My Stars and Garters!" Ollivander surprised voice washed over her bringing her back to reality; she watched as he bent over and picked up the object she's just dropped. Once the elder man had straighter, the teen immediately began her apologizes
"I'm sorry, Mr.Ollivander, I didn't mean to..."trailing off she noticed he was staring at her intently and was startled when she remembered her eyes were uncovered. Snapping her glasses into place, Amaya immediately went into a defensive stance lest he ask questions, but was confused when he only replaced it in the box and extended it out for her to take.
" I believe you have found your own wand." He told her quietly, black eyes fixed intently on her face as he waited for her to take the box.
Anyone looking in the grimy windows of the shop would have thought the two frozen in time, for neither moved for several moments. Finally after what seemed an eternity to the teen, she reached out and gripped the box, the silent question hanging in the air between them.
" That is a very rare wand you hold, very rare...and very powerful. It's been in this shop for many years waiting for an owner, 14 1/2 inches, Black Willow, the core is a strand of hair from a fabled black unicorn, I believe."
"You...believe?"
"I was not the maker of this wand, therefore I can not be positive with out breaking it open, and we wouldn't want that because then the you would have never found a wand. 10 Galleons, please" Ollivander told her matter of factly, moving swiftly behind the counter and opening the rusted cash register that sat upon it.
Opening the pouch her uncle had given her, Amaya extracted 10 of the large gold coins and held them out to the man.
"Thank You, Sir." She said backing away once he had taken the currency from her, not giving him time to speak when she saw he intended to. Gathering her the bags she had placed by the door, the raven-haired girl quickly made her exit from the shop, trying to ignore the feeling that he was watching her. Pausing on the stoop of the shop, Amaya glanced down once to examine the box that was tucked securely under her arm. Shaking her head, she risked a quick glance at her watch and swallowed.
"If I'm quick I can still get my pet." Amaya whispered pushing into the crowd as she tried to forget the wonder in the old man eyes when he saw her with that wand. However Ollivander wouldn't soon forget what he'd seen, wither it be her eyes or the fact that she had been able to open the box. Following her with his eyes until she was lost in the crowd he thought about what he'd been about to say before she'd retreated.
' That is a powerful wand, but beware the holder of it's companion, he will make a powerful enemy...yet an even more powerful friend.'
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A/N's- I lied she'll get her pet in the next chapter (Hopefully) and meet up with everyone's favorite uncle. Ta Ta Till Next Time
Sarah
(reviews are appreciated)
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