CHAPTER ONE

Slytherin- Values AMBITION, leadership, resourcefulness

Gryffindor- Values COURAGE, bravery, nerve, chivalry

Ravenclaw- Values wisdom, cleverness, wit, and KNOWLEDGE

Hufflepuff- values hard work, patience, justice, and LOYALTY

I do not own any of the characters at all

Ollivanders was a dimly lit wand shop, with rows and rows of boxes, loose paper, and books. It was very messy and looked old fashioned from where I was standing, but to give the benefit of the doubt, it didn't look that much different from my own room.

Warda tilted her head slightly and pressed her flank into my thigh giving a small bark as I looked for anyone who might be running the wand shop, spotting a small bell perched perilously on the edge of an old mahogany desk I tapped it slightly a small tinkle of a noise that somehow echoed through the shop. An old man with wild white hair and dark eyes made his way from the back of the room where he had been hidden behind some old boxes and looked over his spectacles at me as if assessing me before he spoke "What can I do for you?" he asked and I shifted slightly on the balls of my feet, annoyed- I mean why would I come into a wand shop if not to buy a wand? "I'm here for a wand, I was hoping you could help me find one?" I kept my voice lowered because damn it if this whole store didn't remind me of a library.

The man smiled, not unkindly, and gestured to several boxes on his desk "I have many wands, what were you searching for perhaps?" He asked sitting at his desk in an old chair, the question itself made me frown because hadn't I read somewhere that the wand chose the wizard? Or was that only certain wands? And it wasn't like I was a wizard, at least not yet. "I was hoping you could tell me," I said as by way of an answer "What would you recommend for me?"

The man smiled slightly and pulled three boxes from under his desk and placed them on the wood "Let's see which wand chooses you, shall we?"

{Time Skip}

I shifted slightly tapping my fingers in rhythm on the messenger bag hanging from my shoulder the worn leather biting into my skin, not that I noticed it at all as I waited for the train to roll up, other students mingling and talking loud, I watched them for a moment considering the new development of my situation when a hand pressed into my shoulder, turning to the owner of the hand I saw Jango Fett, my uncle, and the only father figure I've had since I was ten years old.

He smiled from his position on my blind side, something he did constantly that I hated, he spoke softly in mado'a our family's language {Don't worry little-wolf, you'll like the school. It's practically made of magic.} That's what I was afraid of.

"I'm not a kid anymore ba'vodu," I grumbled slightly, though it would be my first year at Hogwarts I was 15, a fourth-year student recommended to the school by one of the best Auror's ever to walk the magical world and the son of a Defense Against The Dark Arts Verda. I could handle school. "I can do this alone." I tilted my head slightly so I could see him, with the sunglasses that limited my vision that was completely gone on my right side, but it made other people stare less. "I know Ad'ika," Jango let his hand fall from my shoulder as the train roared into the station; parents making loud noises as they hugged their children before their departure, "You're Buir- Father, would be proud of you." Sure, if he were proud of me, he never would have left me with her. But I nodded anyway knowing Jango was just trying to make himself feel better with the memories of a man I barely knew. The ten years I knew him, I barely talked to him or even met him because he was a "hero" and was "needed" by other people, the man was so rarely home that he wasn't aware of how his wife, my mother was falling down a deep and dark rabbit hole until it was far too late. I walked forward to the train that had finally slowed to a stop, looking back once to see Jango with a look of pride on his face, waiting for me to take the first steps to my "healing" and seeing that "not all magic hurts people''. Which I already knew but I didn't trust the people behind that magic to not hurt me, which lies the problem.

I stumbled through the train's corridors trying to find an open spot because it seemed that all the kids that were on the platform knew where to go and which spots were there's and I was left in the dust, which hopefully wouldn't be a foreshadowing of what my life at Hogwarts would be. Otherwise, I might just turn around and go back home. Not that I had any problem with that, but then Fox would be sad, and I didn't want to face the disappointment on his face when I got home and my brother would be on the couch shaking his head softly, I'd been given a chance to learn and adapt a chance not everyone got especially not some orphan with mental issues. Besides my twin had been going to different schools in America and England (When we moved) and every day he would teach me magic, so I already knew the basics proven when I took the entrance exam to get into my year at Hogwarts.

I opened a glass door finally finding an empty section in the car and took a seat on the worn chair next to the window of the car, tapping my foot slightly pulling my wand out of my bag tilting it in my hand, half expecting a curse to shoot out of it and hit me in the face, it wouldn't be the first time one was pointed at me. But nothing happened it was literally a wooden stick with a carved gem in the middle "Connecting the two cores inside the wand" a Dragon's heartstring and a Hippogriffs talon, along with a yew wood wand was supposedly a dangerous combination that a buffer (the dragon's breath stone) had been added so the wand didn't… Blow sky high. I scoffed slightly, odd how a wooden stick could do so much damage to a person that it would leave them scarred for life, perhaps even kill them, and could cause so much damage to itself, yet was viewed as a magical toy for eleven-year-olds to use. The irony.

Leaning my head back I watched Warda the black she-wolf was sitting close to the window, tail wagging excitedly as she looked out of the glass, there wasn't any going back at this point unless I aimed to get my self thrown out of Hogwarts on the first bloody night, which would be interesting, to say the least, but again Fox would be so disappointed not to mention Jango- who was the one paying for this school. Picking my feet up I reclined on the chair back towards the glass door, facing Warda. My wand still clutched tightly in my hand as I nodded off.

{Time Skip}

I shifted slightly to the balls of my feet as I entered the great hall, immediately making my way towards the table inlaid with green and silver, the house I had been sorted into when I took my entrance exam. Slither-something or other, the only reason I knew to go to it was that the people were wearing the same colored robes I was. As I took a seat I gathered a few looks but other than that nothing, thank The Goddess Manda because I did not know what to say if they asked about my scar or my dog. But glancing around I saw everyone's attention was focused on a bunch of little kids in the center of the Mess who were being called to the front to sit on a stool and placed in a house of the- Oh. That thing. I hated that stupid old hat. It was so uncomfortable when he dug around in my memories, didn't even ask permission just basically put me through a panic attack as he surfaced all the memories I had wanted to forget.

This is why I hated magic with a passion because dumb shits made things like that with no thought to another mental health or well being. Bloody Hu'tuun's they all were.

After all the little bite-sized midgets were all sorted into the respected houses, we were introduced to the teachers, all of them looked crazy or like they wanted to stick a knife through you- or both, and then the headmaster waved his hands and food appeared. I'd question all of this if I wasn't trying to piece together the magic that got the food there as I ate said magical food.