The Lesbian Queen.
I've forgot to write the incarnation of what spells are going to be, including Parseltongue, so that will be reveal in the next chapter. Also, Helena's wand is going to be different than canon, so it's a surprised of what Helena's wand will be.
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"Here we are, Helena, the final place we need to be at." Sinistra said, as she and Helena stopped in front of a very old shop that said Ollivanders in peel gold letters. The color of the shop was black in wood that seemed to be a bit rotting and the shop itself looked small.
"This is the place where I'll get my wand?" Helena asked, looking at the old shop with a raised eyebrow. "The store looks very old and ancient."
"Don't judge the store by its looks." Sinistra slightly scolded the young girl. "While the store looks old, the wandmaker inside is the best of the best. He is a master craftsmanship of wands and a master of finding the right wand for people and students. As he always says to his customers, 'The wand chooses the wizard.' Now, let's head into the store."
The inside of the shop was large and dusty the moment Helena and Aurora walked in. They saw tall shelves on opposite sides of the room with rectangular boxes, a small shelf that was behind the counter with the same boxes and a glass pot and a door that was in the very back, which had to be the workspace of crafting a wand. Like the room, the boxes were dusty.
'For a very old wand shop, it sure isn't clean.' Helena mused, as she eyed the dust with disdain. 'Why hasn't the owner cleaned it?'
Aurora went up to the counter and rang the bell a few times before heading over towards the chair that was by the window. Helena stayed at the counter since she was getting a wand. Moments later, an old man who was tall and thin entered the room. He had wide, silver eyes with a gleam that could be describe as curiosity or dreamy, pale-white skin and shoulder-length silver hair. He had winkles on his face and forehead, and he was dressed in a brown suit with a white handkerchief for a collar.
This was Ollivander, owner of Ollivanders and a very famous wandmaker throughout Magical Britain.
"I wondered when I'd be seeing you in my shop, Miss Potter." Ollivander stated in a hoarse voice, as he stared at Helena, who felt a small chill ran down her spine. She did not like that stare. "You have your mother's eyes and her beautiful looks. It was like yesterday when she was in here buying her first wand for Hogwarts. Her wand was ten and a half inches, swishy and made of willow. A perfect wand for Charms, which earned her a Charms Mastery."
Helena smiled at the description of her mother's wand.
"Your father's wand, however, was eleven inches, pliable and made of mahogany wood. It had little more power and was excellent for Transfiguration." Ollivander continued in his hoarse voice. "Though, James Potter used the wand for pranking people during his school days, mostly on Slytherins, and tried to become famous to get as many girls as he could into his arms."
It was very visible to see, but Aurora had seen a tiny scowl on Helena's pale face before it disappeared, and it unsettled the older woman a bit. 'It appears that I was right; Helena likes girls instead of boys.' Aurora mused, feeling her face heating up a bit from remembering how Helena walked closed to her on their way to the Leaky Cauldron.
"But before we find a wand for you, Miss Potter, I want to say I'm sorry." Ollivander suddenly said in a sad tone.
"Sorry? Sorry for what?" Helena asked with bafflement, staring at Ollivander with wide eyes, along with Aurora. "You didn't do anything to hurt me."
"You're right, but the reason why I'm saying sorry, Miss Potter, is because I sold the wand to the person who gave you that scar on your forehead. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. His wand was thirteen and a half inches, containing a single phoenix feather for its core and made of yew. It was a powerful wand, use for both offensive and defensive spells and powerful enough to adapt into the Dark Arts."
Aurora and Helena exchanged looks of worry at each other from hearing the description of You-Know-Who's wand and they can feel a tense atmosphere filling the air.
"Aurora, how good to see you!" Ollivander exclaimed, now noticing the Professor of Astronomy, getting rid of the tense atmosphere. "Ten inches, flexible, dragon heartstring for its core and made of dark oak. A nice wand to cast defensive spells instead of offensive spells."
(A/N: I didn't know what Aurora Sinistra's wand was, so here's my thoughts about the wand)
"T-that's correct, sir." Sinistra muttered, still feeling shocked from knowing the description of You-Know-Who's wand.
"You treat the wand fairly?"
"Yes, sir."
A small smile appeared on Ollivander's face. "I like people when they treat their wands respectfully and fairly, unlike the people who used their wands for killing and torturing people." A haunted, yet sad, look appeared in his silver eyes from saying that last part. But the look in his eyes vanished like it was never there in the first place, and the look was replaced by business-like. "Now, onto business. Miss Potter, what is your wand arm?"
"I use both hands, sir." Helena replied, making Aurora and Ollivander look at her with surprised looks on their faces. It was very rare for a witch or wizard to use both hands, since they usually use right hands, and to see a young witch who was ambidextrous, it was surprising and slightly shocking. However, Ollivander got rid of the surprised look and pulled out his wand to levitate a tape measure in the air, and the tape measure began measuring Helena's arms.
"Each wand has different kinds of aspects, Miss Potter," Ollivander explained, as he began looking through boxes on the shelves for a moment before grabbing one and walking towards the counter, while opening the box. "Their aspects are wand lengths, wand cores, flexibilities and varying woods. They are either used for healing, offensive, defensive, Transfiguration, Charms, Light magic or the Dark Arts. The wizard doesn't choose the wand because it suits him, it's the other way around. It's the wand that chooses the wizard."
Helena paid attention to what Ollivander was saying, and that last part caught her attention. 'That quote, it's the same one Aurora said.'
"Here, try this, Miss Potter. Ten and a half inches, dragon heartstring and made of cherry." Ollivander said, handing Helena a slight reddish wand. Helena took the wand and hold the wooden stick in the air a bit, looking a bit foolish, before looking confusingly at the wandmaker, who looked a bit annoyed. "Well, give it a wave."
A look of irritation flashed in Helena's bright green eyes before she complied with the request and gave the wand a little wave, which caused a glass pot that was on the small shelf behind the counter to explode. Helena and Aurora recoiled in shock from that sudden explosion, and the former hastily put the wand on the counter while the latter quickly pulled out her wand to use a silent Repairing Charm to repair the broken glass.
"Apparently not." Ollivander said to himself with a frown, taking the wand from the counter and placing it back in the box before placing the said box underneath the counter and began looking around. Once he was certain what he found, the wandmaker made his way over to the left side of the room and pulled out another dusty box. He then opened the box, took a slight curvy wand for the tip and handed it to Helena, who took it. "Try this. Ten inches, smooth, containing a unicorn hair and made of hornbeam."
Prepared to recoil again if the wand did the same thing as the previous wand, Helena gave the wand a little wave, only for the wand to do absolutely nothing. "Why did it not work?"
"Because some wands won't respond to the person who hold it in their hands, Miss Potter. Whenever you hold a wand, you should feel a connection to it, so if you didn't feel a connection to it, the wand doesn't choose you as its master." Ollivander explained, taking the wand from Helena and placing it back into its box before pulling out another box. "Here, try this one."
The process of testing out new wands for Helena kept repeating for an hour until Ollivander gave the raven-hair girl a wand that was eleven inches, nice and supple, containing a single Phoenix feather and made of holly wood. However, the moment Helena touched the wand, the wand suddenly began cracking into pieces and a moment later, the wand became lifeless and broken.
"You are a very tricky customer, Miss Potter." Ollivander commented, not sounding angry about what happened to the wand in Helena's hand, even though he had a disappointed look on his face. "But don't worry, we'll find a perfect match for you. All we need is patience."
"But nearly every wand I hold didn't work, sir." Helena said, as her eyes became a bit misty, wondering if she will ever get a wand. "I'm starting to think that I might not get a wand."
"Let's try one more wand, Miss Potter, before we can worry about that." Ollivander said in a soothing tone. "This wand is quite different than the other wands here. The wand length is thirteen inches, containing two wand cores that are blood of a Hebridean Black dragon and a single Thestral hair, very flexible and made of yew. The wand is very powerful. Let me go get it."
Ollivander walked to where the back door was and entered it. A few moments later, he came back out with a box in his hands, and when he reached the counter, he opened the box before very carefully taking the wand out.
Helena and Aurora gasped when they saw the wand in Ollivander's hand. It was very beautiful. The color of the wand was black with dark purple highlights and the wand had two interlaced, purple crystals that can be located the wand's middle shaft. The handle of the wand was wrapped in white wrappings that were soft and comfortable and the end cap had a black crystal with a pointed tip.
Ollivander handed the wand to Helena, who took it and felt a great power coursing through her veins and body, causing another gasp to escape from the green-eye girl. An invisible air seemed to enter the room, and it was causing every occupant in the room to have their hair and clothes to bellow slightly.
"Marvelous!" Ollivander exclaimed happily, clapping his hands. "Simply marvelous and splendid!"
"Well done, Helena!" Sinistra exclaimed, clapping along with Ollivander before giving the young girl a hug. "I knew you would find a wand!"
"I know!" Helena exclaimed, hugging Aurora back with happiness, not before handing her new wand to Ollivander, who put it the box and brought it over to the counter. "I was worried I wouldn't get one, but I got a wand in the end!"
"Curious," Ollivander muttered, as he began wrapping brown paper around Helena's wand box. "Very curious indeed."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ollivander, but what's curious?" Helena asked in a curious tone, apparently hearing the wandmaker.
"That wand you were just holding, Miss Potter, has been in my shop for many years, way before I was born." Ollivander explained. "It is very special for multiple reasons. One, it has two different cores that is rare. Two, as I said before, the wand is very powerful. Three, since the wand has chosen you as its master, it will only respond to you and no one else. And four, it doesn't have the Trace on it, which means that you can use magic willingly."
"The Trace?" Helena repeated, turning towards Aurora.
"I'll explain about it later." Sinistra replied, putting a hand on Helena's shoulder.
"It is clear that you are destined to have this wand, Miss Potter, instead of the eleven inch, nice and supple, containing a single Phoenix feather and made of holly wand." Ollivander continued, drawing Helena's and Aurora's attention. "Miss Potter, do you want to know why I was disappointed when the previous wand became lifeless and broken?" Helena nodded. "It was because I thought you would be destined to own it, because that wand's core, the single Phoenix feather, gave another feather to a wand. Just one other."
"Like brothers?" Helena asked.
"Yes, but the brother of the wand was used for evil, and it was the same wand that gave you that scar on your forehead. Thirteen and a half inches, containing a single Phoenix feather and made of yew. Very powerful wand." Ollivander walked behind the counter and got into Helena's personal space, who leaned back a bit. "The Magical World expect great things from you, Miss Potter. Great things from you to make up the terrible things that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has done to our world." Ollivander's voice became quieter and hoarser. "We expect you to help us, Miss Potter."
Helena didn't want to be in Ollivander's no more, the wandmaker was starting to scare her and she can feel herself trembling a bit. Luckily for the green-eye girl, Aurora dragged her out of the shop after paying for the wand, which was twenty Galleons instead of seven Galleons.
(Time-Skip)
It was now late afternoon, and Aurora and Helena were sitting at a table in the Leaky Cauldron that was far away from everyone, eating their order of food in silence. The silence was not awkward, but it wasn't a great silence either. Their minds were thinking about Ollivander's words.
"Are you aright, Helena?" Sinistra worryingly asked, breaking the silence, as she looked at the young girl to her right. "You haven't talk for a while."
"I…I still can't get rid of what Mr. Ollivander said about me expecting great things in the Magical World, Aurora." Helena replied, looking at the steak she was almost done with. "I don't even know much about the world, and I didn't know magic existed until you came to the orphanage and explained it to me. I didn't know about my parents, and I didn't know that they were murdered by Voldemort." Aurora flinched a bit from hearing Voldemort's name. "How can I expect to do great things in a world I don't know?"
Aurora leaned over to place a hand on Helena's shoulder, who looked at her with uncertain in her bright green eyes. "I know its hard to get used to the fact you're a witch, Helena, and haven't been in the Wizarding World for ten years but relax and read the books you'd purchased. They will help you understand about our world."
"Even with the books I read, it still won't help me learn about the Magical World, Aurora. I don't know about how important my family is, and I don't know any types of spells." Helena countered, still uncertain. "I'm going to be behind in school."
"Don't worry about being behind in school, because many children who grew up in the Magical World will be a beginner like you. They may understand our world since they were born in it, but they don't know everything about the Magical World like the adults." Sinistra said calmly and patiently. "Cheer up, Helena. If you want, I can send you some books from Hogwarts for light reading. That way, you'll understand about your new school. How's that sound?"
"I think I'll like that." Helena said with a small smile, causing the uncertain look to vanish. "But what is the Trace?"
"The Trace is a charm that can detect magic or any kind of magical activity under the age of seventeen. If you used magic in front of a Muggle, the Ministry of Magic will know immediately and send you a warning to never use magic in front of Muggles again. However, the Trace only works in the Muggle World, so if you're in the Leaky Cauldron, you can use magic freely."
"What about my trunk? Can I use magic in there?"
"You can, but you must make sure that none of the girls in the orphanage sees you doing magic. I know you have friends there, Helena, but the law forbids any magical person to use magic in front of Muggles." Sinistra said softly to a now slightly upset Helena. "If you do use magic in front of people with a traceable wand, the Ministry will send you a letter to come to a hearing, and that's a bad place to be in. We Magical people fear of getting a hearing from the Ministry of Magic, because if you are guilty, you will be charged with a fine and have your wand snapped. You will never get another wand and you won't be able to go to a Magical school. Will you promise me that you won't use magic in front of Muggles, including your friends?"
Helena was tempting to say no because she wanted to show her friends at the orphanage magic, but the look on Aurora's face changed her mind. "I promise I won't use magic in front of Muggles and my friends.
Aurora smiled at Helena, whose cheeks became tinted in pink. "Thank you, Helena. That means a lot to me. Now, let's finished our dinner and head back to the orphanage. I need to return to Hogwarts to see if Hagrid got my supplies. And if you want to message me during the rest of your summer, your owl will find me."
After finishing the rest of their dinner in silence once again, Aurora and Helena walked out of the Leaky Cauldron and back to the All Girl's Orphanage, where a misty-eyed Helena Potter was hugging the life of Aurora Sinistra, who hugged the girl back with tears in her eyes. She didn't know why, but the dark-skin woman felt hollow and sadness in her heart from leaving Helena at the orphanage and she didn't like these feelings at all. Aurora would make sure to send letters to Helena every day until the Girl-Who-Lived departs to Hogwarts.
"Goodbye, Helena." Sinistra said with a slight voice crack.
"Bye, Aurora." Helena said with sniffles.
The two women gave each other one last hug before heading their separate ways, with Helena entering her home with her school supplies and Aurora Apparating to Hogwarts. It will be two months before they see each other again.
Alright, that is the end of the final part chapter of Diagon Alley. I'm sorry for the long wait of an update, this chapter took a while to finish, and I spent all last week working on my Legend of Fairies chapter.
Next chapter is going to be different since it's going to be an interlude about what happens after Helena enters the orphanage. But the next chapter after the interlude will be the chapter where Helena will arrive at King's Cross two months later and departs to Hogwarts.
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