THE FIRST DESCENDENT
By Omniscient Maiden
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Chapter 3: We have a witch in the family!
Avery pulled on a sweater and went over to her desk. She thought about the list of pets. Would she not be able to bring Hephaestus? Her mother's kneazle was a bright, fiery reddish-orange, and had stripes of gold, so Mrs. Potter had named her after the god of fire in Roman mythology. Avery reread the list. Oh, it says I can contact Danganter. Good. She had a small owl she could bring too, but he was just a little guy. He was even smaller than her Uncle's old owl—Pigwidgion. She chuckled to herself as she thought of how her mother had named him at the age of 13. She stood up, pulled on a set of tattered green robes, and ran down the stairs, ready to leave.
"Mum, dad, I'm ready!" she said panting, as the run down those stairs was a long one. "Can we go now?" Avery smiled up on her father with puppy eyes.
Mr. Potter gave in. "Okay, alright. We're going. Ginny, are you ready yet?"
"One moment dear!" She came running out of the living room, clutching her bag. "Okay, all set. Harry, would you like to go first?" Mrs. Potter asked him with a wry grin.
Mr. Potter smiled and took a pinch of the powder. "Surely, now that I'm more experienced." He tossed the pinch into the fireplace. Instantly green flames blazed up. He stepped in and said, "Diagon Alley!" and with a whoosh, there was nothing there but soot. Mrs. Potter ushered Avery up, and handed her the pot.
"Go ahead sweetie. I'll be right behind you." She grinned reassuringly at her daughter. Avery tried to smile back, but all she got out was a sort of twisted grimace. She really did not like Floo travel. A good broomstick was good enough for her, but nooo. Avery tossed the pinch in, and stepped into the roaring emerald fire. She swallowed, then said firmly, "Diagon Alley."
Avery pressed her elbows in against her sides and closed her eyes so hard it almost made them ache. She could smell the soot and ash, but she hated looking at it—especially when it was swirling around her. Finally, it ended. She had her feet back on the ground.
Avery stepped out into the Leaky Cauldron, and saw her father in the corner, talking to Aunt Hermione. Avery smiled (this time for real) and sprinted over to her favorite relative. "Aunt Hermione, it really is wonderful to see you again. How's Frederick?" Avery asked quickly. Frederick was Hermione's own pet kneazle, and was a deep blue with purple spots. Mrs. Weasley smiled at her niece and gave her the low-down.
"Fred is fine, but I hear someone it going to Hogwarts in about a week, hmm?" she said, looking innocently around the room. Avery chuckled at her aunt's petty jokes, but responded nonetheless.
She placed her hands on her hips, and said stoutly, "That someone would be me, and I don't exactly appreciate your childish fancies!" Mrs. Weasley's eyebrows rose a bit, and she herself chuckled. Now Mr. Potter had to intervene. "I do believe that your mother is here, and you have some shopping to do." He said picking up his briefcase. "We really should go if we mean to get back in time for dinner."
Hermione bid them farewell, and strolled out into the Muggle London. The Potter family took the opposite course and went into the Alley. Mr. Potter tapped out the entrance, and they walked in. Avery stared around. She always was fascinated by Diagon Alley. There were witches and wizards dressed in colorful robes everywhere she looked. She had that swelling feeling again and she didn't want it to leave.
Mrs. Potter ruffled through her bag, and then straightened up with a small leather purse in her hand. She held it up to her ear and shook it. "Oh, dear. Harry I'll go get some more money. We're almost out, and you haven't gotten your paycheck yet. You and Avery go buy what books you can, and I'll be back in a moment." She said, sprinting off down the street.
Avery went from store to store buying the books and ingredients she needed for her first year. She also inherited a foldable spyglass that Mr. Potter pulled out of his pocket when she wanted to buy a new one. The packages started piling up, and finally one of the last things she needed was a wand. Her parents spotted the Charms professor, and walked off to talk to him, while she went in to buy her wand.
The bell tingled as she strolled into Ollivander's, the air musty with age. She looked around; piles of boxes of wands were on the shelves. It was a small place, with a mysterious aura to it. She walked up to the desk and rang the bell. A very old man emerged from behind rows of shelves and said softly, "Good morning." He had silky shimmering, pale eyes that looked moons in the musty shop. "You are the Potter's daughter, no? I knew I'd be seeing you here soon. Now, let's get your measurements. Ahem--." Instantly a long tape measure started to measure every degree of her body. From elbow to shoulder, and so on. Finally it dropped to the floor and Mr. Ollivander started to tell her all about their wands. "All Ollivander wands contain a core of a powerful magical substance. We ourselves use unicorn hairs, the heartstrings of dragons, and phoenix tail feathers. No two wands are ever the same, as all magical animals cannot be the same. Also, you shall never get as good results with another wizard's wand." He said while browsing through the shop. "Your parents both bought good wands. Your father—holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches. A good supple wand, but powerful indeed. There was a great deal of magic performed with that wand, some of which you must ask your father himself about. Ah, yes. Your mother had a lovely wand. Cherry with the tail hair of a prestigious female unicorn, the most dominant in her group. A ten and a half inch wand for her, though it was just as powerful as your father's. Now for your wand. Here—try this. 14 inches, unicorn hair, willow. Quite swishy.'
Avery started to wave it about, but it was snatched away from her almost instantly. "No that won't do. . . How about this perhaps? Ebony and dragon heartstring, very pliable." Once again she tried it out. That too was grabbed from her in an instant. She tried about ten other wands before Mr. Ollivander went into the deepest shelving in the bookstore. He pulled out a deep maroon box, and removed an 11 ½ inch wand. He set it down in front of her. "A lovely combination. Very rare indeed. The only one made in my tending of it's kind. The fiber of a unicorn horn. It was an experiment on my part, but I have a feeling it will make for quite a powerful wand. Contained in maple. Go ahead, I have a sensation this shall be the one." He said with a distant expression on his face.
Avery took the wand in her hand. She felt her palm warm up, and she brought it through the air with a deep swoop, and purple and gold sparks came off of the end. Mr. Ollivander smiled and wrapped the wand up for her, and wished her well, with a final comment of goodbye, said "Goodbye Miss Potter, and may your wand grace the wizarding world that now needs you so dearly." And with that she walked out of the shop.
Avery was puzzled as she lay in bed later that night. Now the world would need her? The daughter of Harry Potter? For what reason? Her thoughts strayed to the witch with the long black hair. Could that be what Mr. Ollivander meant? She definitely was a shady character. She sighed inwardly, and let her eyes close on their own, as the definitely needed after the long day she had been through.
Chapter 3: We have a witch in the family!
Avery pulled on a sweater and went over to her desk. She thought about the list of pets. Would she not be able to bring Hephaestus? Her mother's kneazle was a bright, fiery reddish-orange, and had stripes of gold, so Mrs. Potter had named her after the god of fire in Roman mythology. Avery reread the list. Oh, it says I can contact Danganter. Good. She had a small owl she could bring too, but he was just a little guy. He was even smaller than her Uncle's old owl—Pigwidgion. She chuckled to herself as she thought of how her mother had named him at the age of 13. She stood up, pulled on a set of tattered green robes, and ran down the stairs, ready to leave.
"Mum, dad, I'm ready!" she said panting, as the run down those stairs was a long one. "Can we go now?" Avery smiled up on her father with puppy eyes.
Mr. Potter gave in. "Okay, alright. We're going. Ginny, are you ready yet?"
"One moment dear!" She came running out of the living room, clutching her bag. "Okay, all set. Harry, would you like to go first?" Mrs. Potter asked him with a wry grin.
Mr. Potter smiled and took a pinch of the powder. "Surely, now that I'm more experienced." He tossed the pinch into the fireplace. Instantly green flames blazed up. He stepped in and said, "Diagon Alley!" and with a whoosh, there was nothing there but soot. Mrs. Potter ushered Avery up, and handed her the pot.
"Go ahead sweetie. I'll be right behind you." She grinned reassuringly at her daughter. Avery tried to smile back, but all she got out was a sort of twisted grimace. She really did not like Floo travel. A good broomstick was good enough for her, but nooo. Avery tossed the pinch in, and stepped into the roaring emerald fire. She swallowed, then said firmly, "Diagon Alley."
Avery pressed her elbows in against her sides and closed her eyes so hard it almost made them ache. She could smell the soot and ash, but she hated looking at it—especially when it was swirling around her. Finally, it ended. She had her feet back on the ground.
Avery stepped out into the Leaky Cauldron, and saw her father in the corner, talking to Aunt Hermione. Avery smiled (this time for real) and sprinted over to her favorite relative. "Aunt Hermione, it really is wonderful to see you again. How's Frederick?" Avery asked quickly. Frederick was Hermione's own pet kneazle, and was a deep blue with purple spots. Mrs. Weasley smiled at her niece and gave her the low-down.
"Fred is fine, but I hear someone it going to Hogwarts in about a week, hmm?" she said, looking innocently around the room. Avery chuckled at her aunt's petty jokes, but responded nonetheless.
She placed her hands on her hips, and said stoutly, "That someone would be me, and I don't exactly appreciate your childish fancies!" Mrs. Weasley's eyebrows rose a bit, and she herself chuckled. Now Mr. Potter had to intervene. "I do believe that your mother is here, and you have some shopping to do." He said picking up his briefcase. "We really should go if we mean to get back in time for dinner."
Hermione bid them farewell, and strolled out into the Muggle London. The Potter family took the opposite course and went into the Alley. Mr. Potter tapped out the entrance, and they walked in. Avery stared around. She always was fascinated by Diagon Alley. There were witches and wizards dressed in colorful robes everywhere she looked. She had that swelling feeling again and she didn't want it to leave.
Mrs. Potter ruffled through her bag, and then straightened up with a small leather purse in her hand. She held it up to her ear and shook it. "Oh, dear. Harry I'll go get some more money. We're almost out, and you haven't gotten your paycheck yet. You and Avery go buy what books you can, and I'll be back in a moment." She said, sprinting off down the street.
Avery went from store to store buying the books and ingredients she needed for her first year. She also inherited a foldable spyglass that Mr. Potter pulled out of his pocket when she wanted to buy a new one. The packages started piling up, and finally one of the last things she needed was a wand. Her parents spotted the Charms professor, and walked off to talk to him, while she went in to buy her wand.
The bell tingled as she strolled into Ollivander's, the air musty with age. She looked around; piles of boxes of wands were on the shelves. It was a small place, with a mysterious aura to it. She walked up to the desk and rang the bell. A very old man emerged from behind rows of shelves and said softly, "Good morning." He had silky shimmering, pale eyes that looked moons in the musty shop. "You are the Potter's daughter, no? I knew I'd be seeing you here soon. Now, let's get your measurements. Ahem--." Instantly a long tape measure started to measure every degree of her body. From elbow to shoulder, and so on. Finally it dropped to the floor and Mr. Ollivander started to tell her all about their wands. "All Ollivander wands contain a core of a powerful magical substance. We ourselves use unicorn hairs, the heartstrings of dragons, and phoenix tail feathers. No two wands are ever the same, as all magical animals cannot be the same. Also, you shall never get as good results with another wizard's wand." He said while browsing through the shop. "Your parents both bought good wands. Your father—holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches. A good supple wand, but powerful indeed. There was a great deal of magic performed with that wand, some of which you must ask your father himself about. Ah, yes. Your mother had a lovely wand. Cherry with the tail hair of a prestigious female unicorn, the most dominant in her group. A ten and a half inch wand for her, though it was just as powerful as your father's. Now for your wand. Here—try this. 14 inches, unicorn hair, willow. Quite swishy.'
Avery started to wave it about, but it was snatched away from her almost instantly. "No that won't do. . . How about this perhaps? Ebony and dragon heartstring, very pliable." Once again she tried it out. That too was grabbed from her in an instant. She tried about ten other wands before Mr. Ollivander went into the deepest shelving in the bookstore. He pulled out a deep maroon box, and removed an 11 ½ inch wand. He set it down in front of her. "A lovely combination. Very rare indeed. The only one made in my tending of it's kind. The fiber of a unicorn horn. It was an experiment on my part, but I have a feeling it will make for quite a powerful wand. Contained in maple. Go ahead, I have a sensation this shall be the one." He said with a distant expression on his face.
Avery took the wand in her hand. She felt her palm warm up, and she brought it through the air with a deep swoop, and purple and gold sparks came off of the end. Mr. Ollivander smiled and wrapped the wand up for her, and wished her well, with a final comment of goodbye, said "Goodbye Miss Potter, and may your wand grace the wizarding world that now needs you so dearly." And with that she walked out of the shop.
Avery was puzzled as she lay in bed later that night. Now the world would need her? The daughter of Harry Potter? For what reason? Her thoughts strayed to the witch with the long black hair. Could that be what Mr. Ollivander meant? She definitely was a shady character. She sighed inwardly, and let her eyes close on their own, as the definitely needed after the long day she had been through.