AN- I would like to thank lightbabe, sara253xxx, and, XxBookXxWormXx for the lovely reviews that they always leave me. Exams are finally over for now and I have a lot of free time without the studying. Hope you enjoy this chapter. -Laura

Chapter Thirty-Six: Mind Wandering

The only good thing about being stuck in the Hospital Wing was no quidditch practice. No screaming Higgs to deal with, no more ignoring Regulus' annoying comments, no more messing with Bole, or anything like that. Not even the nice chats with Adams I used to have. Who am I kidding? I'd rather be anywhere but here.

Although, while I am trapped in this tiny white room, I have a chance to accept all of the things that have happened to me in the past half year. Like how I watched my father's death happen right in front of me, or the time I was almost killed by my stupid brother. Even the past few days when I was attacked by Remus in his other form. Or his furry little problem as my brother calls it. So in a way I'm kind of thankful for the Marauder. I also got some pretty sweet scars in the process.

Now I just sit here in this comfy bed awaiting Narcissa to come up during lunch with all of my schoolwork that I've missed. I find it sad that I'm so excited for homework, but what else it there to do?

I heave a huge yawn and re-position myself on the bed for a more comfortable spot. I guess a small nap won't hurt while I wait for lunch to role around the clock...

Crash! The vase broke into thousand of pieces at my anger. A sign that showed me that I should get it under control before my magic breaks something else.

"Sophie Lynn Potter! What was that?" my mother called from the kitchen. I could hear her heels click on the hard wood floor as she walked toward the living room to check up on me.

I turned away from my brother and stared at my mother as she looked between the broken vase and her two children, "Why do you always assume that it is always me mum? Never James?"

She hesitated for a brief second before answering me with a lie, "I didn't know that your brother was in here. Now what happened?"

I glared at her before answering reluctantly, "James took my letter and won't give it back to me."

"And what was this letter you had?" Mum asked me instead of reprimanding her son like she should have.

"What do you think? My Hogwarts letter. I'm eleven and if you forgot, today is my birthday. August 13." I hissed as I crossed my arms.

My mother looked shocked at my tone, or it could have been at herself for forgetting my birthday. "It is? I've been so busy and I must have forgot... Oh, Sophie, happy birthday."

I just stared at her really. What kind of mother forgets her daughter's birthday? A bad one, that's what...

Mum gave me a look of sorrow and turned toward James, "Give your sister her letter. I'll have to go into town." Then she turned to walk out of the house, mumbling to herself along way.

That was just one of the many fights I had gotten into with my mother.

And then the memory changed into another one...

Only one more thing left on my list of supplies to get. My wand. The thing every young witch or wizard looks forward to on their trip to Diagon Ally. I was ecstatic.

"Dad, can I get my wand now? We have gotten everything on the list." I said as I looked up to him with wide eyes. The look that gets him every time.

He just chuckled, "Yes, Sophie. We can go to Ollivander's now."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the street, not really caring at the shouting people as I bumped into them. I even left behind James and Mum.

"Soph, I think that you're just a bit too excited. Could you slow down a bit?" my father asked, but it was too late anyway. We were already there.

I walked into the rundown shop with my dad, but stopped when I saw a familiar family in there. I think that it's a bit of a tradition now. Running into the Black family every time I visit this alley. It seemed that the youngest son had just gotten his wand.

Mrs. Black sneered at us when she saw us and her husband just glared.

"Orion, Walburga. How wonderful to see you both again," Dad said with his voice full of sarcasm which both of them picked up on.

Once again, Mrs. Black glared at the both of us, "Charles. I see you have your daughter with you. Another Gryffindor I bet. Your family tends to... always go on the other side of the spectrum, if you know what I mean."

Was Mrs. Black saying that we were a bunch of Gryffindor-loveing blood traitors? I'm only eleven, but it sure sounded like she was implying that.

"Walburga, I see your son is getting his wand. This is his first year of Hogwarts, right?" My father said stiffly. I guess he was trying to change the subject.

"Of course, but I can only hope that while he is there he will keep away from your children. After all, I do not want him picking up on any of your family traits. Regulus will be turned into some idiotic fool like your son turned Sirius into," the crude woman said as her sons both came over to them.

As you can see, I wasn't that fond of there comment. So being my noisy self, I just had to comment on this, "Well, you won't have to worry about that, Mrs. Black. Your family is foolish enough without me rubbing off on anyone. Maybe it would even be an improvement on him."

The woman's gray eyes turned black in anger at that comment. She put her hand over her wand, ready to pull it out and curse me into oblivion.

"I think that it's time to go now, Walburga." Mr. Black said quietly to his wife because he didn't want to cause a disruption. But of course a glare was shot in my direction.

She nodded and gave us a few choice words as she and her family left.

"Sophie, I cannot believe that you just did that," my father said to me barely above a whisper.

I gave him a devious chuckle, "Now don't tell me you didn't enjoy it. I hear you and Mum complain about them all the time.

A hint of a smile appeared on his face. "I'll let you get away with it this time, but you must not tell your mother about this."

"Deal," I said with a small smile on my face. I wouldn't have told her anyway.

"Is that Charles Potter I see over there?" a tall man with gray hair said from the front desk, but the most striking feature about him was his eyes. They were a pale silver that felt like they looked into your very soul. "Eleven inches, mahogany, pliable with a dragon heart-string core."

My father smiled at him, "Still got it I see. This is my daughter, Sophie."

"Nice to meet you. You must be Mr. Ollivander?"

AN- So how was it? You'll see the end of this memory in the next chapter which I promise will be up soon. Hope you leave a review.