Chapter Four

School Supplies and Prejudices

She had been there a day and already they were sending her off to school. Even though she could see it in their eyes that they didn't want to, at least not yet it still hurt. In a week she would be at Hogports or whatever it was called, the new girl no friends no clue. Today they were taking her to a place called Diagon Alley to get her supplies. Books, wand, and UNIFORMS. The latter not really something she was looking forward to, she'd seen the cloaks that her new family wore and all she could say about them were how plain they were.

"Buffy..." her new mother called to her stopping in front of a small store away from the crowd with faded letters reading 'Olivander's Makers of Fine Wands' since like forever

"Ya"

"Why don't you go in and get your wand, when youir finished you can meet me over at Flourish and Blotts for books. You have your money don't you?" Narcissa asked her newly found daughter receiving only a nod in return as she watched Buffy walk through the doors of the old shop.

It was dark inside the shop and Buffy could barely make out anything even with her slayer senses. She sensed someone behind her and she swiftly turned around only to meet with a short old man with white hair and pale skin.

"Why hello dear, who might you be? You look to old to be a first year." the man asked who could only be Mr. Olivander.

"Actually I'll be in the fifth year, I just found out I was a witch."

"Interesting, may I ask your name dear?" Mr. Olivander asked looking at her with curiousity.

"Anastasia Malfoy, but I go by Buffy."

"Ah, I heard you were found. You look remarkably like your mother. Shall we find your wand now." he stated before walking off to the shelves at the same moment a measuring tape started measuring her of its own accord.

"Okay..." Buffy replied to herself more then him unsure of what to do.

When he came back he was carrying a thin box. "Here try this Ash wood 9 1/2 inches dragon heart string..." Immediately after she picked it up he grabbed from her hands. This happened over and over again until the counter was pilled with tons of different wands all with different woods, lengths, and magical substance.

"You know if you want I could come back later and try again..." Buffy asked getting impatent about how long it was taking.

"No, no, no. I'll get it, the wand picks the wizard you know I just need to find that special one..." Mr. Olivander said to himself before a look of comprehension crossed his old face and he darted to the far back of the store to where a lone box lay covered in so much dust it didn't appear to have been touched in centuries.

"Here, here, this must be the one. 10 inches Willow wood soaked in holy water for 15 years, with drop of blood from the first slayer, pheonix feather and tears, and a hair from each of the Hogwarts founders. Take it, take it." He said in one breath holding the box open for her to take the wand.

Then after a moments hesitation she picked up the old wand and light started to shine overhead and a comforting wind started to blow around her. For the first time in years she felt safe and at home. But the moment was soon interrupted by the sound of proud clapping.

"Bravo! Bravo! Good job Miss Malfoy. We can expect great things from you, that is the most powerful wand ever to be created, be careful with it." With that he left her alone. Before she to left the tiny shop.

The week flew by rather quickly. Her father had taught her many spells over the past week. She was shocked by how easy it all came to her, getting each spell right on the first try. Draco had taught her potions and how to fly which both came easily to her much to his dismay. They hadn't spent much time together except when he was helping her.

That morning they took a portkey to Hogsmeade and she was left at the edge of the Hogwarts grounds with Draco. He showed her to a large statue of a gargoyle and sent her in to see Headmaster Dumbledore.

Stepping into the office she was met by a tall old man with a long white beard and dark blue robes.

"Ah, Miss Malfoy its a pleasure to meet you. please have a seat. I have arranged for some of my students in your year to tutor you along with your brother. They will be coming in shortly, but first lets get you sorted. just place the sorting hat on your head and will see where your placed." the Headmaster said smiling at her as he handed her a tattered old hat. And she placed on her head.

Ah, a slayer. I've never seen one of you before. hmmm, complicated very complicated, where to place you? A great mind, greater than I've ever seen you would do well in Ravenclaw. Loyalty beyond measure. A thirst to prove yourself and clever very clever, all the Slytherin's would be no match for you. But... your bravery, Godric himself would have never sacrificed himself the way you have. Hmmmmm...Where to place you? I know...GRYFFINDOR.

"That makes things quite easier. Your two other tutors are Gryffindors." he said with a shocked but pleased expression on his face. Right after he finished his words there was a knock on the door. "That must be them. COME IN."

"Good morning Professor," the boy with messy black hair said. Buffy couldn't help but find him a little hott, okay she found him GORGEOUS. He was tall but not to tall with a slightly muscular build, pale skin which framed his bright Emerald Green eyes.

"Professor, you asked to see us?" questioned a pretty girl beside Mr. Green Eyes. She was kind of smart looking in a weird way. With wavy brown hair that fell to her shoulders and friendly hazel eyes. Buffy could tell that she wouldn't be much taller than herself.

"Ah, yes Harry, Hermione. I would like for you both to tutor Miss Malfoy here in a few of her classes. Hermione I'm sure you can get her caught up in Transfiguration, Charms, History of Magic, and Herbology. And Harry you can help her with Defense Against the Dark Arts and Care for Magical creatures." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye.

"We would love to Professor." the girl which could only be Hermione said with a slight wary expression on her face as she looked at Buffy.

"Good. Oh, where are my manners Miss Malfoy these are your tutors Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Harry, Hermione this is the newest Gryffindor 5th year Anastasia Malfoy."

"Buffy, the names Buffy. That's what I grew up by anyway." Buffy said immediately noticing the looks of disgust planted on her new house mates faces.

"MALFOY, aren't you supposed to be in Slytherin with the rest of your lot." Harry asked her with hatred in his voice like she was Hitler or something.

"What do you mean my lot?" Buffy asked him back raising her eyebrow in a questiong way as she wondered just what he did to be treated like this.