A/N: Revision of Chapter 4

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Riddles

By: PyroMonsoon

Chapter 4: New Wands and Dinner Parties

I walked down the crowed street to Ollivanders: Maker of Fine Wands since 382 BC. I looked up at the peeling letters of the sign. 'He's really got to fix that.' I shook my head and pushed open the door. In the back room, a small bell chimed and several loud thumps were heard. "Mr. Ollivander?" I placed my bags down by the chair and waited for the old man to appear.

I jumped when he seemingly came out of no where. His pale, gleaming eyes pried into my own. Of all the things that could scare me, he was one of the top three.

"Ah, Miss Rilee Riddle. I have not seen you in several years."

"Three sir." I began to fidget.

"So what may I do for you?"

"Umm, I was wondering if a wand could some how be . . . violated of sorts. Like it won't work right and it doesn't feel the same as it used to?" I pulled out my wand to show him. Immediately he snatched it away, examining the entire thing. He tried a simple unlocking spell. Nothing happened. He tried again with an enlarging spell. Still nothing.

"I wonder . . .," he said softly. Ollivander stepped back to the counter and pulled a spider from its web. Placing it on the counter, he muttered one of the Unforgivable curses. The spider twitched and began to walk along the length of the counter on its front two legs. As quickly as Mr. Ollivander had placed the curse, he got rid of it, sending the spider back to its home. He tried another complex spell. This worked perfectly. "I believe that this wand has decided that you are too, well . . . too powerful of doing simple spells. It will no longer do them I'm afraid." He placed the ash wand on the wooden tabletop.

"So I have a wand that will only do the most complex and horrible curses? Oh great. How, pray tell, am I supposed to pass third year then?" I sat down on the floor like a child and collapsed onto my back. I heard footsteps and Ollivanders face was looming above me. "How's the weather up there?" I asked sarcastically.

He laughed. "Better then you think." He held out a hand. "Come on, let's see if you can find a new wand."

"Can I do that?" He nodded. "Cool!" We went to the front of the boxes first. I tried fifteen of them before giving up on them. "None of these will work."

"Hmm. . ." He went to the very back of the store where the older wands were kept. "Let's try some of these." He climbed a ladder and passed down a very dusty box. I opened the lid and pulled out an eight-inch oak wand. I waved it and accidentally blew something up.

"Sorry." I handed the box and wand back, pulling another from a large pile. Inside lay a redwood, ten-inch wand. It was quite lovely but not the right one. It created a small hailstorm. I pushed it back and wandered around to the other side. Down at the very bottom in the back most corner lay an old, moth eaten brown box that seemed to have been there for centuries. Kneeling down, I made my way to the wand case.

My hand touched the lid and it disintegrated. 'Shit.' Slowly I inched my hand over the rim and guided the box out. Brushing away the dust and cobwebs, the dim light revealed a ten and a half-inch rowan wand in perfect condition. I hand was drawn to it but I refused to touch it. Mr. Ollivander came around and looked over my shoulder.

"Ten and a half-inch, rowan wand with . . . dragon heartstring. Interesting." Leaning down, he picked up the wand. Bringing it to his eyes, he noted every inch. "This was made back in 1564. I'm surprised that this is the first time I've seen it. Go on, give it a wave." He handed me the wand and I took it gingerly, hoping not to kill this one.

The moment my skin touched the polished wood, the end began to glow, sending off sparks and moving the air. A tingling sensation filled my body and I waved the wand in a simple spell.

"Avis," I whispered. Blue jays flew forth from the wand and settled on the windowsills. "This is the wand. How much Ollivander?" The old man smiled,

"Only ten Galleons." I gave him the money right there before I forgot.

"What about my other wand? Do you want to keep it?"

"Of course not Rilee," he said walking back to the front. "The wand is yours forever. It does still work, only just on large, complicated spells." He took both wands and placed them in separate boxes. "Just remember which is which." I laughed a small weak laugh and watched as Ollivander retreated to the back.

Sliding my two wands into my bags, I hurried from the store, into the chilly evening night. I passed several witches and wizards on their way home, some I knew and some I didn't. I think I passed Potter too but I didn't care.

I found a fireplace and used Floo Powder to get back to the Manor. I ended up in the drawing room, covered in dust and filth. I stepped onto the marble floor was immediately attacked by little house elves. "Where the hell did all of you come from?" I stepped over five and placed my stuff on a chair. Mharc came up and explained. 'First time for everything I guess.'

"Master Malfoy, wished to have more servants so he hired more help." 'SHIT! I forgot about the Malfoy's.

"When did they get home?"

"Two hours ago Miss Rilee. They are eating dinner now." I sat down with a thud.

"Crap. Look, take these bags to my room and get some clean clothes out. Start a bath for me too." I got back up and walked toward the dining room. As I neared the closed doors, voices emerged from inside. 'Damn. We have company.' I knocked on the door, waiting for acknowledgment.

"Come in," said Lucius, a very displeased tone in his voice. I opened the double doors slowly, opening them only enough to emit myself, dirty clothes and all. Narcissa shrieked at the state of my good clothes.

"Good Lord child where have you been?" she demanded.

"Ollivanders." I shuffled over to Lucius, awaiting my punishment for being late and dirty. He took his time, giving me a free moment to look over the guests. Death Eaters. All of them. The Crabbe family was there along with the Goyle family and the Flint's. Even the Pritchard's were at the gathering. 'Lucius hates the Pritchard's. Why are they here then?' From the group, I assumed that the children must be in another room.

"Rilee," Lucius' voice broke into my thoughts.

"Yes sir?"

"We will talk of this later. For now, go get washed up for supper. Draco and his friends are in the kitchen having dinner." I bowed before my godfather and his guests and left through the double doors.

I stomped up the stairs, regretting my choice from the afternoon. 'Why did I have to get a new wand? Why couldn't I have just kept my old one? But nooo. I needed to know what was wrong with mine. I had to find out how to fix it.' Mentally I slapped myself. "I'm such an idiot." I walked into my room and undressed. Climbing into the steaming tub, I glanced down at my bare skin.

'These bruises will never go away.' All along my torso and down to my upper thighs, my body was riddled with large bruises and welts. It was strange they way the formed, somehow in a pattern. Big, little, two, three. Big, little, two three. I sighed. "Oh well. That's what I get for always fighting."

I washed my hair and body, cleansing my skin of dirt and dust. Climbing out of the tub, I wrapped a towel around my body, soaking up the water.

"Uh . . .Rilee?" a voice asked from in my room. I rolled my eyes.

"I just got out of the bathtub. Wait a sec." I pulled on the clothes I had brought in with me and brushed my hair. I opened the door, tying back my blue streaked black hair. I stopped short. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Marcus Flint, son of Malcolm and Judith Flint." I glared at the older wizard.

"So what's your point?" He smirked.

"Well, Draco asked me to come up here to get you for dinner." He took a step closer. "Also, I'm supposed to take you under my wing at Hogwarts. You know, show you the ropes." He placed an arm around my shoulder and winked.

"What do you think you are doing?" I asked quietly.

"Just being friendly," he said as he walked behind me, wrapping his arms around my chest.

I looked down at his hands and where they were placed. "Excuse me, but who the fuck do you think you're dealing with?" I plucked one of his hands away, dropping it to my side, only to have it travel up my stomach. I rolled my eyes. "Do you really want your ass kicked?" He just laughed, tightening his hold on me.

WHACK He landed on the floor with a large crash. I stepped down on his chest and stood there. "Never touch me again dirt bag. If you do, I'll do more than break your arm." Leaning down I snapped his arm, breaking it in three places.

I stepped over the broken form of Marcus Flint, and proceeded to dinner. "Little fucker."

A/N: Took out the majority of the "F" words and replaced them with other, milder swear words. Other than that, not many changes. Still a short chapter though, that's always going to bug me.

Word Count: 1687