A Wand and a Witch

There is a comfort in regularity. In the patters of life that despite all the change that maxima had experienced, remained the same. Her burning of the admissions letter did nothing to change her path, and so she found herself in Diagon ally, different but all the same.

"Stop, are you done? Oi, don't touch the hair" James complained as the tailoring wizard took his measurements for new robes that Dorthea swore were of the 'utmost importance'. Maxima was glad that she had gotten new robes made just a fortnight ago so she could just sit back and enjoy James' torture.

"Mum. Mum!" James squealed as the tailoring wizard brought out pins and Maxima doubled over in laughter. Dorthea narrowed her eyes, and quickly Maxima escaped out of the shop into street to escape another scolding running face first into Walaburga Black.

Walaburga was a stout of a woman, her mouth consistently curled in displeasure, her temper easily enraged. Maxima, as her luck would have it, had incited such rage. "My, my, my" the woman tutted, "what do we have here" pulling on a lock of Maxima's hair roughly examining, "the secret potter daughter".

Next to walaburga were two boys, one younger holding onto his mother's skirts, Regulus. He looked so young, and too innocent to commit the crimes and be part of such darkness that maxima knew he would become. This boy gave maxima a small smile and her heart twisted.

The other boy was Sirius, and Maxima almost fell into the pit of despair the opened in her stomach at the sight of him. Flashes of memories fell before her eyes, it was hard to reconcile the boy she saw with the man he had, in one time, become. "Are you mute girl" walaburga asked when Maxima did not respond to her accusations she grabbed her shoulder roughly. A flash of magic and Walburga was propelled into the air. Maxima cursed silently. She was dead. Her mum was still in the stop and Walaburga was going to curse her dead in the street.

A hand grabbed hers "Run" a voice prompted and she obeyed. I mean what choice did she really have; she gave a glace back at Sirius who looked back with admiration. When she determined she was a safe distance away she turned to the voice belonging to the boy leading "and who can I thank for my rescue?" she asked, and the boy grinned in her direction "Lucius Malfoy".

He was quite pleasant looking, gone with the harsh lines of age and worry and here he was young, his hair like rays of sunshine. Blue eyes looked back into her own "Malfoy" she said slowly, acting as if she did not recognize the name. "Are you Irish? Spanish? From Greece?" she questioned and if eyebrows could leap off a face like words on a page, she was sure his would. "No... British" he said slowly, cautiously examining her as if to see if she was utterly mad.

"Too bad," she spoke grinning "would be much more interesting if you were foreign". And to that Lucius Malfoy, sputtered while Maxima burst out laughing. To think, this was the same man she had been so scared of another time.

"And you?" he asked "Maxima Potter" she spoke curtsying an eyebrow raised almost sarcastically.

"So, you do know who I am" he stated confused.

"Of course" she affirmed, "I'm just not impressed" with those words she disappeared to find her mother and James looking frantically for her.

There was much of Diagon Alley that was different, but two things that without a doubt remained the same: Olivanders and Fortesque's Icecream Shoppe.

Inside Olivander's, James found his wand quickly brandishing it proudly with a large flourish, but Maxima was not so lucky. Her heart quickened as she thought of her old wand sitting on that shelf, or the one that would belong to Harry Potter. With her unique magical ability, she was curious which wand would choose her, and terrified that none would. One look at her mom showed a like anxiety. With one wand she almost knocked down a shelf, another started a fire, and still another brough large gusts of wind yet none had chosen her.

"I have but one other" spoke Olivander his hair a dust brown and his skin smooth from the lines he had bore when she first met him. He moved nimbly towards the back of the shop taking out a black box of wood that creaked when he opened it.

The moment she touched the wand, the cool wood in her small hands, it was as if the whole world titled on its axis and power rushed through her with such a force, she had to steel her feet into the ground. It was nothing like she had ever felt before, the rubber band snapping of the purple magic that rested in her veins was nothing in comparison. It was a thousand rubber bands poised to snap any time, when she told them to, it was pure unaltered power.

Her mother beamed as she brandished the wand with success, but Olivander had a peculiar look on his face.

"curious" he spoke slowly, thoughtfully.

"that wand has sat on that shelf collecting dust before my father, father and his father had ever thought of owning this shop, that this very wand that has found its place in your hands had belonged to Morgana herself"

"m-morgana" stuttered Maxima tripping over the letters.

Maxima felt as if she had been sucker punched but Dorthea showed no surprised, as if she had expected this.

"Ah, yes" Replied Olivander placing the wand back in the box,

"The great Morgana Le Fay"