Just Who Exactly is Serena Rysendri?
Part One: The first five years
Chapter One: Serena Rysendri
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Well, except for the stuff that is mine. Some scenes from H.P. & Philosopher's Stone. which aren't mine. I own Serena! Yay! Oh, everything you don't recognise probably belongs to me. Everything is J. K. Rowling's except what is mine (unless otherwise specified), SO THERE! No lawyers will be eating me for breakfast!
Summary: Part one; introduces Serena Rysendri and Harry Potter, back in first year. This only includes summer and the train ride to Hogwarts, and a part at the end about what she does in the next five years because I can't be bothered to write all five years. There probably won't be any slash, and not any with Harry and someone, as I already spent ages making up an OC to get him together with.
A/N, just going to ask that you wade through this two chapter part, please read the next part before you decide that my fic sucks. Many thanks. StG
Women who want to be equal to men have no ambition.
Serena re-checked the note, just to make sure she had all her school items for her first year.
"Ok, all I need now is a wand," she told her mother.
"All right, honey. You know where Mr Ollivander's is, and we have to get Ivory some more owl pellets, so I'll wait for you at the Magical Menagerie," her mother, Caterina, replied, looking to the snowy owl perched on Serena's shoulder.
Her mother whistled and Ivory flew over to her, landing on her outstretched arm. Caterina looked like a model, standing gracefully with an outstretched arm for the owl. Serena was envious of her mother's looks. Her waist-length hair was silver but it didn't make her look old, it just made her look as though each strand of her hair had been dipped in silver metal and then softened, and people had frequently asked her if she was a veela. She had natural grace and elegance, which appeared to have skipped Serena altogether, and fair skin and eyes as blue as sapphires.
Serena, on the other hand, was almost the complete opposite. Where Caterina's hair seemed to have been dipped in silver, hers seemed to have been dipped in gold, and it already matched the length of her mother's, though this meant that her hair was near her knees. She had slightly tanned skin, and light jade green eyes that shifted colour to reflect the colours around her. Her mother was tall and slender, without being too thin, but Serena thought that she was doomed to spend the rest of her life as a short, too skinny little girl. When she had told her mother this, she had comforted her, saying that she would grow into it, and shown her pictures of when she had been a small, too skinny little girl.
Serena waved to her mother, then turned and headed towards Ollivander's. She opened the door and walked in, but stopped when she saw another eleven-year-old boy being measured. Her heart skipped a beat. He was the most handsome boy she had ever seen, and she had seen quite a few handsome boys at her mother's dinner parties. He had black hair that stuck up from his head, he was rather skinny and wore clothes that were too big for him, and, even though she couldn't see his face, she knew he was nervous because of his posture.
She went to sit down on the chair in the corner; she had been here many times before seeing as her mother was a personal friend of Mr Ollivander (her mother was a personal friend of lots of people), but found that it had been broken. Although, flattened would probably be closer. She saw a large man leaning against the wall, and she let out a small squeak of surprise at how big the man was.
The large man and the boy turned to look at her. She saw the boy's green eyes, as deep emerald as her own, and his elegantly curved nose, and thought the only thing wrong with him is those glasses, easily rectified, and was then horrified at herself for thinking something like that. I don't even know his name!
The boy gave her a weak smile, then turned back to Mr Ollivander, who was showing him various wands. Serena sensed the large man watching her and she turned to look at him. His eyes crinkled and his beard twitched upwards, and she realized that he was smiling. She smiled back at him, weakly, and then returned to staring at the boy.
She saw him blow up a vase, as well as several other objects, before a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end of a wand made of holly, and Mr Ollivander wrapped up the wand, muttering something to himself. He talked to the boy for a while, before he paid for his wand and left the shop with the large man.
"Ah, little miss Rysendri. I was beginning to think you had forgotten your new wand." Said Mr Ollivander from behind her.
"What? Oh, no. No I haven't," she stuttered, still staring after the boy.
Ollivander stared with her.
"Curious boy that," he told her. "Very curious."
"What's his name?" Serena asked him then felt extraordinarily embarrassed about it.
He isn't allowed to just hand out customers names like that, she silently scolded herself, but Mr Ollivander just stared at her as though he was surprised that she didn't know already.
"That young man is Harry Potter."
Serena nearly fell over.
"Harry…Harry Potter?" Great, I have a crush on the famous Harry Potter. Probably half the female population at Hogwarts will have a crush on him, although maybe for different purposes.
"Yes, now if you wouldn't mind stepping this way," he said, and showed her over to the desk, where a tape measure started to measure her.
She had already been to Ollivander's to buy a wand when she was little, but was getting a new one because her mother had installed a Child Safe Charm on the other wand so that she couldn't do anything other than simple spells. Of course, she had been allowed to use her mother's wand when she was practicing healing charms, which were her speciality.
The tape finished measuring her, and Mr Ollivander went to the back of the store, and returned with his arms loaded full of wands, which he then placed on the counter in front of her.
"Right. Yew and unicorn hair. Ten and a half inches, flexible." He said, handing her a wand.
She swished it, and promptly blew up a lamp that Harry had carelessly missed.
"No, apparently not. Try this, oak and dragon heartstring. Eight inches, inflexible."
After fifteen minutes, there was a pile of wands on the floor, which came up to Serena's knees.
"Hmm, maybe…"
Mr Ollivander walked over to the door in the back of the shop, leaving Serena standing at the counter wondering if he had given up. But, a minute later he returned with a slim box, which looked like all the others, except for a picture of a unicorn inlaid in gold on the front.
"This wand is not just an ordinary wand. The handle is golden sunstone, and the rest is oak. Twelve and a third inches, swishy."
She carefully took the wand from the box, and gave herself a minute to admire the craftsmanship before she tested it.
She swished the wand gently, and a rope of light came out, winding itself around her head like a halo. The light rope suddenly shattered and the pieces fell down, almost as if it was a shower of stars.
"Well, I guess that is that," Mr Ollivander said, almost regretfully.
"Er, Mr Ollivander? What's in the middle of my wand?"
"Unicorn's horn. That's why the sunstone is needed." He told her.
"A unicorn's horn?" she asked, looking horrified. "You didn't…"
"No, I did not kill the unicorn. When I was gathering the ingredients for making a wand, an old unicorn came up to me. He told me that he was about to die, I was most surprised when he started to talk, and he wanted me to make a wand with his horn in it. I was, of course, horrified, but he eventually convinced me and told me how to make it. Now, I want you to never tell anyone what is in your wand, otherwise someone may take it from you. Take good care of it."
She paid him the galleons for the wand, then silently left the shop and headed towards the Magical Menagerie, missing the quiet muttering of "Curious day I'm having… a very curious day," from Ollivander. When she came in the store, her mother looked over at her from a cage full of kittens and beckoned her over.
"Hello, did you get your wand?" Caterina asked her.
Serena showed her mother her wand.
"Oh, how exquisite!" exclaimed her mother, and she examined the wand from all angles before handing it back to her daughter. "I never thought that there was even a wand made that was so beautiful. Oh, did you see the kittens?"
Serena smiled at her, and laughed, then turned to look at the kittens.
"MEW!"
She saw a beautiful black kitten with a silvery star shaped marking on her head, sitting up and staring at her through the bars of the cage.
"Oh, mother look! Isn't she adorable!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, she is isn't she? You don't have a cat yet, unless you sneaked one in last night. Although, you might have one that I don't remember…" her mother teased.
There were so many animals in their house, she couldn't count them. There was her owl, her horse, her fish (all twenty-seven of them), her mouse, her small Crup (which resembles a Jack Russell Terrier), her Diricawl, her two small, custard coloured Puffskeins, the Bowtruckle infested tree out on the front lawn, the thousands of fairies scattered around the mansion, the Snidget sanctuary out the back, and her mothers bright pink Fwooper.
"Nope, no cat yet." Serena said.
"Well then, do you want one?" her mother asked.
"Oh, yes please! That one there!" she said excitedly.
The witch at the counter came over and pulled out the small black kitten and handed it to her. The kitten looked up at her with aqua blue eyes, and started to purr, then climbed onto her shoulder and became a small, fluffy black lump. Serena giggled at the kitten, and paid the witch at the counter. Her mother bought a packet of 'Owl's Option' food pellets, as well as an enchanted feather duster (which dusted the floor continuously) and food for the kitten.
"Alright, let's be off, then," said Caterina, and they walked back to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Rysendri Manor."
Serena spun around and around, before finally coming to a sudden stop and tripping out of the giant fireplace. When she had stumbled to a halt, her mother came out of the fireplace, looking poised and elegant without a speckle of soot on her long, white dress. Ivory had fared about as well as Serena, and came out looking as though she was a large ball of soot. The kitten, which she had decided to call Ebony, strutted out of the fireplace as though she had done it a thousand times before, and probably didn't have any soot on her either (although, it was hard to tell).
"Madam Caterina, Miss Serena," greeted the butler, before turning towards her mother and ignoring Serena. "Madam, Mr Malfoy and the Mr Weasley are already downstairs trying to tear each other apart, and Madam Bones is trying to stop them. It's a good thing she has an important position in the ministry or they would probably be trying to kill each other."
"Oh, dear! I had almost forgotten that we had a dinner tonight. I hope they have not destroyed the entrance hall too much. I don't know why I even bother to invite either family if they are always going to destroy the manor beyond recognition." Caterina said, using her more formal voice. "Serena dear? Please go to your room and dress in some clean clothes."
"Yes mother," she said, heading towards the staircase to her attic room with Ebony close behind.
Serena plucked out her favourite dinner dress, which was a light green, the same shade as her eyes. It was fashioned medieval style, and the sleeves came out slightly at the bottom, but not too far because she had once had a dress with knee-length sleeves, which she had dipped it in soup twice in one night, then sat on one causing it to rip, and since then her mother hadn't trusted her with any sleeves longer than her fingertips. It had a fairly modest neckline (she was only eleven) and the hem at the bottom was brought up to the ankle and embroidered with gold roses, which wound up the skirt.
She added a necklace with a rose pendant of jade and ruby around her neck, and the matching earrings in her ears, before getting out a sapphire studded collar for Ebony. She wrapped half of her hair into a bun, which surrounded the remaining hair, making it into a ponytail, then walked out of her room and down the stairs with Ebony following.
Lucius Malfoy was glowering at the eight Weasleys at the opposite end of the table. Oh, owl's droppings, she thought with distaste, Draco is here as well. Caterina had been adamant that there would be at least one more dinner party before Serena went to Hogwarts, and had arranged a party between most of the pureblood families currently in England. Not that she was against muggle born witches and wizards, but it was expected of her to only associate with the other purebloods in her social class, with her being a billionaire (most of which she inherited) and in one of the oldest pureblood families in the world. This also attained Serena the flamboyant title of 'Billionaire Heiress Of One Of The Oldest Pureblood Families In The World'.
"You are getting faster," her mother whispered to her when she sat down, "You only took six minutes."
"Thanks," she replied, and sat next to Nymphadora Tonks, her favourite cousin (although admittedly she was her second cousin thrice removed).
Halfway through the meal, people started to make small talk, which Serena found extremely boring until Andromeda Tonks started to talk about a subject that immediately caught her attention.
"Did you hear? Harry Potter shall be attending Hogwarts this year," she stated absently, and the table suddenly broke out into chatter.
"Wow, Harry Potter."
"That means he'll be in the same year as you, Ron!"
"Wonder what he looks like…"
"He's rather skinny, and his hair is a total disaster, but he has the prettiest green eyes…" Serena said, and everyone turned to look at her. "What?"
"Have you met him?" asked Tonks, who hated it when she was called Nymphadora.
"Oh, if you count seeing him in Ollivander's as meeting him," she replied, and everyone turned back to their conversations.
After the dinner, when all the adults were chatting in the library (except for the Malfoy's who had gone home immediately after dinner, even though Narcissa had wanted to stay and talk to her sister, Andromeda), Serena was outside talking to Tonks, Ginny Weasley and Susan Bones, whilst watching Fred and George Weasley putting their heads together to try and catch Serena's extraordinarily elusive Diricawl. Ron, who was probably her only male friend her age, was sitting on the staircase playing fetch with her Crup, Sniffles (isn't that ironic?). Tonks was demonstrating her Metamorphmagus to Ginny and Susan, by changing her hair to every colour from white, to fluro pink.
"I can't believe you met Harry Potter." Said Ginny, and they proceeded to fire questions at Serena about him.
"Is he cute?"
"Did he talk to you?"
"How did he look?"
Serena answered all the questions as best she could, and they all had glazed looks as they dreamed of him (except for Tonks, who insisted that she was too old for him). Eventually, it was midnight, and the witches and wizards left, Arthur Weasley carrying Ginny who had fallen asleep shortly after eleven.
"Serena? Time to go to bed, and don't forget Ebony!" Caterina called out to her.
She said goodnight to her mother, and dragged herself up the staircase. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillows, and so she didn't even notice when Ebony jumped up onto the bed and wriggled her way under the blankets, then fell asleep in the curve of her knees.
Author's Notes
Yes, I do realize that witches and wizards aren't allowed to do magic out of school when they are underage, but in my story there is a special type of wand that they can get, if the ministry approves it, to practice magic before they go to school, which is why Serena could get one because of here mother and the amount of money and influence on the ministry their family has.
And for those who wonder about why Caterina was still in the Magical Menagerie, it actually says that she was waiting for her there.
Please read and review, tell me if I should fix some stuff up, etc. constructive criticism welcome (notice the word constructive), but if you are just reviewing to be nasty about everything I write, please go and read something more to your liking instead of complaining about everything I write about.
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