Hehe... Been a little while hasn't it? Well, you may not believe it, but I've had major writers block. For this. Other things not so much. but anyway, I'd say sorry and apologize greatly, but as a reader to others myself, you'll still hate me, just a little less... Anyway, this chapter is REALLY short, my shortest so far I believe. But I got tired of felling guilty and wrote it within the last hour or so. And Alison may seem a little MS, but it's just this one chap! I swear! That wand of hers is already an annoying little bugger. Anyway~ Onward!
Jk: Aren't you forgetting something?
Fred: Yeah, I mean, that is why you brought me, right?
Erin: Ah shit...
Alison: Watch you language.
Erin: You watch your language!
Alison: Why?
Erin: *Opens mouth, Literature teacher covers her mouth* Don't tell her those words! she's only 11!
Fred: THAT IS IT! ERIN OR WHO THE HECK SHE IS RIGHT NOW DIDN'T WRITE HARRY POTTER! SHE IS A HORRIBLE AUTHOR! NOW READ ON!
Erin: so harsh...
Alison was walking in Knockturn alley, trying to keep away from the people looking for her, when she heard someone scream. It was a scream filled with shock and fear. She quickly headed towards it, while taking her wand out.
At that moment she couldn't be more glad that she had gotten a wand from Latin, instead of Olivander, seeing as to how all of Olivander's had tracking devices in them. Or at least, that's what her father said.
She turned a corner quickly; ignoring the looks people gave her as she fast walked towards the screaming. All the bystanders did was watch, and ignore. They were probably used to people screaming here, and Alison would willingly admit, it pissed her off.
Finally she reached the source; just in time to see a creature, since it obviously wasn't human, putting a knife to a girls throat. The girl had stopped screaming, but was quietly sobbing, begging to be let go. All the creature did was laugh. And it continued laughing, that is, until it was engulfed by flames coming out of Alison's wand in snake like tendrils.
The creature screamed, and at first lunged at Alison, not realizing the closer it got, the worse it burned. It yelled out in agony, before turning tail and running out of the alley, and past the girl sitting there.
Alison was frozen in shock, wondering just how many times her wand was going to lash out at whatever tried to hurt her, and why it always made a show of it, and tried to be noticeable, as if saying, Look over here, this witch is the one who possesses my power, come and attack her! It was almost as if the wand was in control, not her. Especially since she hadn't moved her arm. The wand had taken possession over her arm, scaring and making her fear it slightly.
A whimper interrupter her thoughts from her left, and Alison felt her eyes land on the girl, and was surprised at what she saw. She expected a ragged, dirty child a thief perhaps, with the looks of a dark personality and past by being in Knockturn alley so young. Of course, she didn't realize till later that that was slightly hypocritical, especially since she was younger.
The girl was looking up at her with chocolate brown eyes which were a shade darker than her hair. Her skin was average color, a little tanner than some though, and she was wearing robes that were almost identical to Alison's, before her wand changed them, and clutched in her hand was a wand, obviously mahogany from its coloring.
The girl's eyes were flickering between Alison, and the surrounding exit ways, trying to escape. Alison quietly, and slowly crouched down, while holding her hand out. "Hello," her American accent standing out in the air, "My name is Alison, may I know yours?" Alison said, and after a moment's hesitation the girl reached out and put her hand in Alison's. "My name is Elizabeth." Alison smiled. "Nice meeting you Elizabeth, but, if I may ask, what are you doing so far in Knockturn alley? It's not a safe place." She added the last bit while casting a glance at the alley the creature had escaped though.
Elizabeth's eyes flickered around, and she shifted nervously. "Um… well…uh…" Alison smiled softly. "You can trust me." Elizabeth looked into her eyes before smiling, and then explained about the other side. Alison listened with an open mind, and open ears.
_20 minutes later_
Alison sat back and took the information in. she slowly blinked before her head snapped towards the girl, and a quizzical look came upon her face, before turning to an understanding look. "You attend Hogwarts." She asked bluntly.
Elizabeth's eyebrows furrowed in obvious confusion at the change of subject, but after her eyes met Alison's, she dismissed it as she replied, "Yeah, I'm a second year Hufflepuff… I have a sister, she's going to Hogwarts for the first time this year, she'll probably be a Ravenclaw..."
Alison cocked her head at a slight tilt, and smiled, "Is she here in Knockturn alley? Or Diagon Alley?" Elizabeth answered with no hesitation, "Diagon alley, getting her wand from Olivander. Like I did." Elizabeth held up a wand, obviously made of mahogany. After noticing Alison's questioning look, she stated, "It's mahogany with dragon heartstring as its core. Pretty short at 8 inches and a half… but it still does great in transfiguration!"
Alison nodded her head, stating the first thing that came to her mind. "Olivander puts magic trackers in his wands so that the ministry can have more control over us. It dispels after exams in our last year when the official approves of it. There are other ways, but none that people really try." At this, Elizabeth's mouth opened and closed, and no noise came out, until she finally asked, "Then where did you get your wand?" in disbelief.
Alison shrugged at the question and replied, "Latin's." Acknowledging Elizabeth's questioning look, she answered. "He's a wand maker down in Knockturn Alley. My father got a wand there to. He sells slightly," Alison casted an almost demean look at Elizabeth's wand, "More in tune wand. And they don't have magic tracking devices in them. They also normally have different variety of forms."
When Elizabeth opened her mouth to reply, the sound of a trash can falling over interrupted. Elizabeth gulped loud enough for Alison to here, and quickly suggested that they leave. "You seem to have a good idea how to get out of here, correct?" Elizabeth blinked and looked down, before looking back up. "Sort of?"
!DON'T WORRY, I'M JUST A POOR DEFENSLESS LINE!
Fred was panicking. Simple as that.
When Alison had high tailed it out of the ice-cream parlor, it had taken everyone a second to realize what had happened, and after that, they had gone to search for her. Of course, Fred had to convince his brothers and Harry and Hermione, but after a little begging and pleading, they were on their way.
They were about to turn back when they were getting a little too close to Knockturn allay for Fred's liking, when they heard the sound of a girl talking. "See, I told you I know where I'm going!" "You almost got lost four times." Replied Alison's blatant voice. "Ay! I least I got out eventually! Geez, you sure are rude for an eleven year old." Alison's reply was, "And you're a rather innovative twelve year old." "Thanks." "….. That wasn't a compliment…." The other voice, now confused, asked, "Huh? But doesn't it mean creative?" Alison replied blankly, "Yes. But also- you know what, that's a discussion for later. Plus, around this corner is the closest way out."
Fred and the others all froze as around the corner came Alison, and a vaguely recognizable second year Ravenclaw. Alison froze and stared at them, before her mouth opened, and she said,
"Aw shit."
Yep. As I said, REALLY short. Sorry for taking a while, It's just been chaotic lately.
Plus, I have a question for you few Awesome people who actually read this.
Should I, when having writers block, write about the days when their parents are in Hogwarts? you decide. So for now, Good bye, And Good night! unless it's day time, then good day... or evening... or morning... YOU GET THE PICTURE.
