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—An Enlightening Shopping Trip—
Kagome yawned cutely as she padded out from her bedroom, still clad in her pajamas.
It wasn't a surprise to see James out in the hall as well.
"Mornin' James," she mumbled softly, rubbing at her eyes tiredly.
James just grunted drowsily, which Kagome took as his way of saying it back to her. Shaking her head amusedly, they made their way downstairs.
"D'you know if Mum and Dad are awake?" Kagome asked him as they trudged down the stairs.
James shrugged sleepily. "Dunno..." he mumbled, and yawned widely. "Haven't heard Mum scream yet, so probably not..."
Kagome blinked in confusion at first, before it registered and her lips quirked in wicked grin. "Oh, yeah," she snickered softly, remembering. "I forgot about that..." she murmured, voice wry.
James flashed a tired smirk at her as they made it to the kitchen. "Why are we up so early?" he moaned as he headed to the hamper while Kagome went over to get some bowls.
Kagome blinked, pausing with the bowls still in mid-air. But then she just shrugged. "Maybe it's just one of those days," she mumbled unhelpfully, pulling her arm back. She nicked a couple of spoons and tumblers on the way, making her way to the table.
James was already there with the milk, cereal, and orange juice.
It was routine for them, getting breakfast. Usually their Mum or Dad fixed something up for them, or they asked one of the house-elves, but on the rare occasions that they woke up earlier they just helped themselves.
It was when they were half-way done with breakfast that they heard the scream.
"Hmm," James mused unfazed, a spoonful of cereal hovering mid-air. "Took a while."
Kagome just snickered wickedly.
It didn't take long for their parents to make their appearance.
"James Charles and Kagome Melinda Potter!" came a not-so-happy screech from the doorway.
The twins jumped, doing their best to look startled at their Mum's shout.
"What?" Kagome yelped out, worried.
"Are we being attacked?" James shouted dramatically, eyes wide.
Ella twitched rather violently, and let out a small growl. Behind her stood Charles, face carefully neutral save for a slight twitch of the lips. Ella didn't say anything as she ominously held up her slippers.
They were dripping with some pasty substance. So was the pair in their father's hands.
One look at their parents' feet would show that they were covered in the said substance.
James scrunched his face at them. "Why would you put toothpaste in your slippers?" he wondered innocently, looking at them strangely. There was a cheeky glint in his eyes that no one could deny.
Kagome nodded seriously. "I mean, if your feet are that stinky there must be other ways to deal with it," she reasoned somberly.
Ella's eyes narrowed, even more so when a sort of strangled snorting sound escaped from her husband, who was fighting to keep his face straight. She whirled on him, leveling him with a glare. "I blame your side of the family, Charles!" she hissed, shoving the pair of slippers into his chest and turning away in a huff, bee-lining to the kitchen counter.
On her way, she deftly slipped out her wand, rapping the both of her children atop of the head as she passed by, grinning a little to herself in satisfaction upon hearing their indignant yelps. "Maybe that will teach you to think twice before slipping toothpaste in our slippers," Ella muttered as she scourgified her feet with a quick wave of the wand.
Charles chuckled at the sight of their pouts, cleaning up his own feet and the slippers, tossing them to the ground after the fact. He kissed the crown of his kids' heads as he passed, before making his way to his wife, arms circling her waist and dipping down to plant a kiss on her cheek.
The man grinned widely at the soft smile playing on her lips. "C'mon – admit it. You think their little pranks are funny too," he whispered slyly, his head tilted to rest against hers.
Ella's lips twitched. "They're far too clever for their own good," she muttered under her breath reluctantly. "I just wish they were a little cleaner about it," she mumbled. "I'm not looking forward to the letters when they start Hogwarts." She rolled her eyes, before a troubled frown found its way on her face.
Charles smiled sadly down at her, knowing where her thoughts were going.
As frustrating as the twins could be sometimes, they were no doubt the center of their world. Letting them go to Hogwarts, not seeing them for months on end, would be a bittersweet thing – happy for them growing up, and getting to practice their magic finally, but sad at the lack of laughter filling their home.
"I'd like to think we've taught them well enough where to draw the line. Like you said – they're clever – smart..." he murmured, pride swelling for his two children. "I'll miss them too," he added softly.
Ella turned to him, blue eyes churning with battling emotion. "Clever and smart they may be, but a galleon says they'll be wreaking havoc in Gryffindor – they're daring enough for it, that's for sure..." she remarked wryly, eyes brimming with wetness. She sighed, but smiled lightly all the same as she gazed at him. "You always do know what to say..." she murmured more to herself, than to him, before gently pressing her lips to his.
Charles smiled into the kiss. "Of course – we both know it was my way with words that made you fall for me," he boasted teasingly as they broke apart.
Ella raised an eyebrow. "Too true – I don't know what would have happened if you just had your looks alone," she agreed, a thoughtful look on her face. She peered at him, eyes dancing wickedly.
Charles let out a mock growl, but couldn't help but chuckling. He pressed a kiss on her temple, arms tightening around them. "And there's the reason I fell for you – that fiery spirit," he murmured fondly.
Behind them, James and Kagome let out over-exaggerated moans at the show of affection. "Get a room!" James chortled, face twisted in mock disgust.
Kagome just shook her head. Honestly, she thought it was sweet. She'd never seen a couple so in love like her parents.
Ella rolled her eyes, leaning back. "When do you think we should tell them they're adopted?" she asked loudly.
Charles barked out a laugh while the twins yelped out indignantly.
The sound of rapping interrupted their little 'moment' and the four turned to the window to see a few owls perched outside of the sill, waiting.
A lazy wave of the hand had the window opening, letting the owls in.
To all of their surprise, only one owl headed for the adults. The other two went towards the twins.
That was when they saw the letters tied to them.
The sound of clattering spoons as they hit the table filled the kitchen. James and Kagome shared excited looks and let out a pair of delighted cheers.
"Hogwarts letters!"
Their parents watched with soft smiles, absentmindedly paying the owl that dropped off the day's edition of the Daily Prophet.
James wasted no time ripping through his letter. Kagome was undoubtedly more calm about it, and opened it more smoothly, though with no less excitement.
Honestly, they were practically bouncing in their seats.
First, Kagome scanned over the front of the envelope, taking in the elegant script in emerald green.
Ms. K Potter
The Kitchen
Potter Manor
Rowan Grove
Flipping it, she saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion for Gryffindor, an eagle for Ravenclaw, a badger for Hufflepuff, and a snake for Slytherin, all four surrounding a large letter 'H'.
Kagome grinned, and quickly slid a finger under the flap, opening it. Taking out the parchments, she read.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no latr than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Kagome's grin widened, and she looked over at her brother only to see a similar, most mischievous, grin on his face as well.
Hogwarts, here they come.
—o—o—o—o—
Kagome was bored. Incredibly bored. Insanely, insanely, insanely bored.
It was horrible.
As their shopping day neared an end, her parents decided to split up for a moment – James and their father would hit up Flourish and Blotts for all of their books before going to the robe shop, while Kagome and their mother would go to the robe shop first before picking up their ingredients at the Apothecary, before meeting up at the pet store to get James' an owl. After that, they were to head over to Ollivander's for their wands.
Kagome was waiting in the middle of Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions, feeling stuffy in a winter robe while Madam Malkin was off fetching something from the back.
She was fidgeting relentlessly, practically a ball of energy. She couldn't wait to get done with this so she could finally get her wand.
'Ooh!' She wondered what kind of wand she would get...
'Harry had a holly wand, if I remember correctly. And I think James is supposed to get mahogany...' she mused thoughtfully, shuffling a bit in her spot.
Kagome jerked when her mother reached over and flicked her nose playfully, her teasing voice filling the quiet shop. "Stop your fidgeting darling, else you'll jostle the pins," Ella admonished her, smirking.
"Mum!" she whined petulantly, glaring at her through the mirror.
A soft snicker caught her attention, and Kagome looked over while still glaring – despite the fact that it was diffused by her pout.
Her glare seemed to do the trick as a boy who stood by a rack of robes stopped short at it, biting his lip to stomp down the sniggers.
But Kagome's eyes narrowed, scrupulously, before widening. "You!" she gasped out, mouth gaping and eyes wide.
He was a few inches taller and a couple of years older, but she recognized him still. It was the same curly black locks, if not a bit longer. Aristocratic features set on a slightly tanner and larger face. Lively gray eyes danced playfully as he gazed at her. And there was the familiar smirk playing on his lips.
Sirius Black.
Ella frowned, and rapped her daughter lightly along the back of her head with her wand. "One would think I didn't teach you any manners," she muttered dryly, but hid a grin at her daughter's indignant yelp, finding the situation funny herself.
Sirius dramatically blinked in shock. "Manners? From the girl who slipped me prank tips to use during formal dinners?" he said in mock disbelief. "I wouldn't have thought she would even know what it meant," he teased.
Ella's eyes widened, and she narrowed them at her daughter. "You did what?" she said quietly, her tone threatening.
Kagome stiffened, "He's not serious," she said hurriedly to calm her mother, shooting the boy in question a covert glare that said 'shut your trap'.
The boy only grinned widely though. "Actually, I am," he snickered.
Kagome snorted loudly after registering the pun, rolling her eyes. "Mum, this is Sirius Black. I met him once when I bought Kirara a couple years back," she said, hoping to change the subject.
Ella's eyes flickered at the surname, but she was otherwise unfazed. She wasn't about to forget about the little prank tidbit though. Smiling kindly as she turned to him, Ella held out her hand. "A pleasure to meet you, dear," she greeted. "Ella Potter."
Ella blinked in surprise when the boy brought her knuckles to his lips. "The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Potter," Sirius said smoothly. "I must admit - when I first saw Kagome, I thought she was gorgeous already. But now that I've met you and see where she gets it from, I can tell she will grow up into an absolutely stunning woman." And with that, he flashed her a white, charming smile.
Ella couldn't help herself – she laughed at the absurdity of it all.
Kagome almost choked in disbelief, and rolled her eyes when Sirius grinned boyishly at her. "Watch yourself Sirius – she's a married woman," she remarked dryly.
Her mother was still giggling, but it looked like after only five minutes, Sirius Black wooed her sufficiently enough.
"Sirius!" a curt voice called out suddenly.
Kagome's eyebrows furrowed when she saw her friend stiffen.
Scowling, Sirius reluctantly answered with a glum. "Over here, Mother!"
A regal woman, with practically alabaster skin, expensive jewelry, and curly, almost wild black hair strode over, elegant silk robes swishing softly around her feet with a whisper.
Kagome would have thought her beautiful, in that dark sort of way, if it wasn't for the ugly and seemingly permanent scowl that marred her face.
Icy gray eyes found Kagome first, traveling up and down, analyzing her critically.
Kagome bravely matched her gaze, chin stubbornly held up high, even when the woman's gaze narrowed.
Then the gray, searching gaze flickered to her mother. Her lips twisted somewhat as recognition dawned in her gaze, and Kagome had the feeling that it was supposed to be a smile. "Ella," she greeted, nodding courteously.
Her mother returned the chilly greeting with a wide, sweet smile. "Walburga." Her tone was much warmer, and not the least bit fazed. Though, if one knew the woman as well as Kagome did, they would detect the hint of amused mocking within the tone.
Kagome blinked, and for a second she thought she heard wrong. Her face screwed up at the name. 'Walburga?' she silently mouthed, incredulous.
She watched as Sirius' lips twitched, eyes flashing with amusement. He looked like he wanted to snicker, but couldn't.
"How are you today dear?" Ella asked, just as Madam Malkin returned from the back, eyes flickering curiously between the two women, before going back to work on Kagome.
Kagome bit back a pained sigh. At least she wasn't bored anymore...
The lines around the Walburga's lips strained, but she answered. "Fine. Just finishing up shopping for Sirius' supplies. And you?" Walburga answered smoothly with a sculptured eyebrow raised questioningly.
Ella nodded. "The same – Charles is with James picking up a few things to save time while Kagome dear is being fitted for her robes. How is Orion by the way? And your other son – Regulus, yes?"
With each question, the lines deepened. "Both are also fine. Regulus is growing up as one part of the Blacks should," she answered curtly.
Behind Walburga, Sirius shot his mother a dark, unhappy look at that.
Kagome peered at her own mother, and one look at her eyes said all. She had to bite her tongue from laughing.
Her mother apparently knew that this woman disliked them, but also knew that manners for purebloods dictated a civil conversation. The woman couldn't walk away without looking rude and uncivil in public, and her mother knew just that, and was doing this to purposefully annoy her.
Ella only smiled. "That's lovely to hear," she said sweetly.
Walburga only nodded curtly. "Well, we must be off. I have your things purchased, Sirius. Say farewell," she ordered before the small talk could go any further.
Sirius held out his hand again, and diplomatically said. "Goodbye Mrs. Potter. It was very nice to meet you," he said, eyes sparkling for he meant it. "It was nice seeing you again, Kagome."
Kagome smiled gently. "Likewise." Just as his mother turned away, Kagome hissed under her breath. "Sirius!"
Sirius paused, looking back at her curiously.
"Look for me on the train," she whispered, waving and grinning. "We can sit together – you can meet my brother!"
A grin crossed his face and he saluted her. "Will do!" and he waved back, before following after his mother.
"He seemed like a nice boy," Ella murmured after they left, eyes curious.
Kagome nodded. "He is – he's really funny. Last time I met him though, he was with his Uncle." She paused for a moment, and look around. Content to see there was no one around aside from Madam Malkin, Kagome added in a low, conspiratorial voice. "He was a lot kinder than his mother..."
Beside her, Madam Malkin's shoulders began shaking slightly.
Ella's lips twitched and she had to refrain from snorting. "Kagome," she said, trying for an admonishing tone.
Kagome just grumbled. "That lady has issues," she argued seriously. "I felt like I was a cow being inspected for its worth." Her face twisted at the thought.
Ella rolled her eyes. "Cheeky girl," she murmured fondly, sharing a soft smile with the Madam Malkin. If it wouldn't just encourage her trouble making ways, she would commend her daughter on slipping the young boy prank tips on disrupting Walburga's dinner functions.
Oh, what she would give to see the frigid woman's face when he did!
Kagome grinned though. Her mum didn't disagree.
—o—o—o—o—
It was a funny thing.
When their parents gave them the go ahead to head over to the wand shop, the twins took off without another word. They sprinted, James practically dragging Kagome as they did – which was a good thing since she would have tripped about three times if he wasn't there to pull her back up.
Yet, when they finally reached the small shop, their nerves hit them and anxiety quelled their excitement.
Meekly, James pulled open a door that read 'Ollivanders: Maker of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.' in peeling gold letters, and the pair ventured inside the narrow and shabby shop as a tinkling bell rang out inside.
The room was quaint and dusty – and eerily silent. Something about it had them tip toeing inside carefully, wary.
They looked in wonder at the thousands and thousands of narrow boxes that could only be wands, piled up so high that they reached the ceiling.
For some reason, the back of Kagome's neck prickled and goosebumps scattered across her skin. It was like the whole room was thrumming with magic. Unconsciously, she rubbed at her arms. "Do you feel that?" she mumbled, fidgeting nervously.
James absentmindedly answered her, "Feel what?"
Kagome turned, staring at him with her eyebrows furrowed. After a beat of silence, she just mumbled, "Never mind..."
James looked over at the piles incredulously, head tilted. "You know, it would suck if someone just yanked one from the bottom..." he muttered, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
Kagome snorted, and elbowed him. "Don't get any ideas," she warned him, grinning.
James just stuck his tongue out at her. "Probably wouldn't do anything – bet it's charmed or something," he scoffed.
Another tinkling ring echoed in the shop, and the pair looked over to see their parents entering the shop.
They were looking at them in exasperation. "Where is Mr. Ollivander? Has he come out yet?" Charles asked them, curious.
James just shrugged. "I dunno, we're just waiting."
"Waiting for who?" a soft voice said suddenly, and the two children yelped, whirling on the spot before freezing, stunned.
There gazing down at them was a pair of wide, intense eyes, so pale they looked silver.
Mr. Ollivander's eyes flickered to the two parents, his head tilting ever so slightly and his eyes blinking slowly, studying them. "Ah, yes," the old man breathed out thoughtfully. "Ella Potter – alder and dragon heartstring from a particularly temperamental female. Ten and a half inches and swishy."
James and Kagome shared looks and started sniggering. Temperamental made a lot of sense!
Then Mr. Ollivander's gaze flickered to the other parent. "And Charles Potter – I remember when you last came in with your parents – quite a ruckus you caused..." he murmured. "Fir and a phoenix feather, twelve and a quarter inches. Rather pliable if I do say so myself," he reminisced.
They stared at Charles, eyebrows raised at that. Charles himself let out a sheepish cough. "Yes, well... that's all in the past, isn't it? And I worked to pay off the cost to replace the door..." he said weakly, defensive.
Ella now raised her other eyebrow at him. "You broke his door?" she said slowly, expression without a doubt incredulous.
Mr. Ollivander chuckled. "More like eviscerated it..." he murmured in amusement. "It's a fond memory – I have never had that strong of a reaction with a wand before," he mused thoughtfully.
James and Kagome looked at their dad and awe. "Wow Dad," James breathed out. "That is awesome!" he exclaimed.
Ella must have heard something in that tone of his and narrowed her eyes, blue orbs flashing. "Don't you dare get any ideas!"
James gulped and Kagome giggled. Leaning towards him, she whispered conspiratorially, "Just wait until Hogwarts."
Ella's eyes narrowed even more so upon seeing the grin light up her son's face.
"Well," Mr. Ollivander murmured. "I am sure you all have come for a reason – I take it you two are here for your wands?"
The pair nodded eagerly, wide grins splitting their faces.
Mr. Ollivander smiled lightly. "Who first then?" he wondered as he pulled out a silver tape measure.
The twin shared a look, and Kagome shrugged, nudging James ahead. "Best you go first – you might explode from all the excitement building up in you otherwise," she mused wryly.
James shot her a grateful grin. "Thanks, Mel!" he exclaimed.
Mr. Ollivander stared at Kagome with an unnerving gaze, an indiscernible glint in his silvery orbs.
Kagome looked away, unable to bear the scrutinizing intensity of it.
"Well then," Mr. Ollivander murmured lowly. "Your wand arm, if you please. Hold it out."
James eagerly stuck out his right arm, looking on with open curiosity.
That open curiosity turned into confusion and incredulity when the tape measure began measuring the space between his nose and chin.
Kagome snickered at the look on his face.
Mr. Ollivander turned from the tape measure, letting it do its business on its own as he selected a wand. "Here you go," he said softly, slipping the wand into James's hand as his tape measure floated back to him. "Ten inches, willow, and a hair from a rather wild male unicorn. Give it a little wave."
Shrugging, James waved it, nose squishing as the wand let out a few sparks before sputtering out.
Kagome snorted though. If she was right, it looked like he was disappointed, and not because the wand wasn't the right one.
Most likely, it was because the wand didn't react in a similar, violent way like one did with their dad.
"Guess not," Mr. Ollivander muttered, plucking the wand from James slackened grip and turning away to peruse his collection of wands. "Aah," they heard him say, before plucking out a narrow box and drawing a wand from it.
"Here – ash, twelve and a half inches, and phoenix feather. Go on, try it," he urged in a wispy voice as he handed it over.
Eagerly and hopeful, James waved it and all of them started when a gust of wind blew through the shop. They had to struggle to keep their footing before it passed once Mr. Ollivander snatched the wand back from James' grasp.
There was a beat of silence, before James' face cracked into a mega-watt grin, making for quite a comical sight with his glasses crooked and his already messy hair thrown around wildly. "That was wicked," he chortled.
Kagome shook her head in exasperation, snickering when Ella let out a pained sigh before reaching to fix not only James' but Charles' unruly hair.
Lips quirking at her snickers, Ella glanced at her daughter wryly. "Be glad you didn't get the cursed Potter hair genes, dear..."
Kagome made a mock-horrified face at the thought.
"Here, here – birch, thirteen inches, dragon heartstring. Bendy," Mr. Ollivander was saying, having grabbed another wand while they were busy.
Again, the excited look was back on James' face as he went to try this one out.
It fell soon after as a loud, ear splitting screech cut through the room.
Everyone's hands snapped to cover their ears, wincing deeply.
Mr. Ollivander was as quick to snatch this wand from James' hand as he was the last time, turning with a quiet 'tut' before he went off to find another wand.
"Bloody hell," James groaned under his breath once the shrieking stopped. He rubbed at his ear, face twisting with pain.
Kagome agreed with his sentiments wholeheartedly.
"Well, here's this one. Made of mahogany and a phoenix feather. Eleven inches and very pliable," Mr. Ollivander offered.
This time James accepted the wand with a hint of apprehension, wondering what kind of disruption this wand would bring.
He was pleasantly surprised when a bright, warm, white light pulsed from it. The apprehension melted from James as an odd expression came over his face, before a silly smile appeared.
"Ahh," Mr. Ollivander breathed out, eyes bright and lips pursed. "A match!" he announced proudly. "This wand is packed with a bit of power – very excellent for transfiguration."
James grinned a rather shit-eating grin. "Wicked," he breathed out, bouncing a bit excitedly. His eyes were bright – as if ideas were running through his mind at top speed.
Ella groaned under her breath. "I have a feeling I'm going to regret this..."
Charles chuckled. "Relax, a few more weeks and they'll be out of our hair."
An indignant squeak escaped from Kagome's throat, and she whirled on her father. "You make it sound like we're nothing more than little hooligans bent on destruction and mayhem!" she exclaimed as if insulted, but her sparkling eyes told a different story.
Ella raised a delicate eyebrow and stared squarely at her daughter. "You two are." Her voice was nothing but flat.
Charles coughed, smothering his snort.
James and Kagome looked at each. James shrugged. "You have to admit – they have a point," he reasoned.
A contemplative look crossed her face, before Kagome shrugged too. "Yeah, true."
Mr. Ollivander stared at the pair, before raising an eyebrow at the parents, who just shook their heads.
"Well," the wandmaker murmured wryly, turning to Kagome. "Let's get you set then – your wand arm if you would, please," he requested politely.
Kagome honestly didn't see the point as she stuck out her right arm – he pretty much measured her all over the place – but she didn't say anything.
Like with James, a wand was slipped into her right hand. "Eight inches, driftwood. Unicorn hair – nice and very flexible. Give it a go," he instructed.
Kagome apprehensively gave it a wave.
All of them stumbled as the room around them started to shake violently. The piles of boxes teetered dangerously.
It all stopped when the wandmaker snatched the wand out from her hand. "No," he murmured, an eyebrow raised. "Not that one."
Kagome let out a delicate, embarrassed cough.
Her parents and brother was looking at her in disbelief.
"What?" she said defensively.
They wisely didn't say anything.
Mr. Ollivander was back, and with it he brought another wand. "Rosewood and dragon heartstring. Eleven inches. Quite swishy. Try and -"
Kagome barely even raised her arm before that, too, was snatched back.
"No, no," the old man was muttering. "Here, beechwood and phoenix feather, nine and a half inches. "Go on, try it out," he urged, eyeing her intensely.
Kagome shoved back the shiver it brought on and waved hesitantly. This time though, nothing happened. She blinked.
James snorted, smirking. "Well, that was anticlimactic..." he murmured dryly.
Kagome snorted too.
"Here, here. Vine and unicorn hair. Ten inches, firm. Give it a wave," Mr. Ollivander was saying, pushing the wand into her hands.
This time she pushed back a sigh and waved. They winced as thunder roared above them.
"I'm not even going to ask how that could even happen..." she muttered under her breath, glaring at James who was snickering at her predicament.
At least her parents were being nice and smiling at her encouragingly. "Patient love, you'll get you wand soon enough," Charles murmured gently after she tried a few more wands, all with the same luck as before.
Kagome pouted but nodded. "I know," she mumbled reluctantly. She just wanted her wand without all the hassle.
Her parents laughed, apparently guessing what she was thinking. "I'm sure Mr. Ollivander doesn't mind – do you sir?" Ella asked knowingly.
Mr. Ollivander glanced over from his spot of digging through wands, and smiled wryly, silver eyes bright. He nodded eagerly. "Of course not – I always love a challenge!" he exclaimed, though his voice was still wispy and soft.
He rummaged through the wands before stilling suddenly. As he turned, Kagome froze when he started staring at her, as if analyzing her. His silver eyes seemed to narrow, and he let out a soft 'hmm' before heading to the back of the shop with the parting words of "I wonder..."
The family blinked.
"Well that was... weird..." James whispered, staring at the vacant door to the back.
Ella sniffed and cuffed him on the head. "Manners, James," she chided gently.
James twitched and rubbed his head gently, but said nothing save for a huff.
Mr. Ollivander was back before they knew it with a particular wand that made Kagome freeze in astonishment.
Kagome barely noticed when it was slipped into her hands, and she watched, as if she was the audience rather than the participant, as she waved the wand mechanically. She didn't need to hear what it was made of – she already knew.
Images flashed and melded, her own arm switching back and forth with another's, it being skinnier and paler, and more male compared to her own.
But it ended the same – gold and red sparks flowed out from the end, filling up the room brilliantly.
Faintly she could hear James cheering – probably because it was Gryffindor's signature colors.
Her attention was more on the old man before her.
Silver eyes zeroed in on her, making her even more nervous. "Curious," he breathed out. "Very, very curious."
Her family stared at him, curious, but Kagome felt numb because - just somehow - she already knew. "What's curious?" Charles asked, a bit concerned.
Mr. Ollivander's gaze flickered to the man. "Oh, just that, the phoenix that provided the feather for this wand also provided another with it – just the one..." he mused, his eyes flickering to the ground in thought. "Thirteen and a half inches... Yew..."
Mr. Ollivander turned his intense, unblinking gaze back to Charles. "I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. You may know the possessor – he's rather infamous in the Auror ranks. I believe he now goes around as Lord Voldemort."
Charles and Ella both stiffened. James even paled, and all three turned their stares to Kagome.
Kagome didn't like their stares one bit. She swallowed, and impassively fixed her gaze to the wall on the other side of the shop.
Mr. Ollivander turned his attention to the girl as well. "It's curious indeed, how things work. You must know, the wand chooses the wizard," he told her gently. "I believe you have a long, but complex path before you. You have the chance to accomplish great things should you succeed..." he said mysteriously.
Kagome paled. 'D-did he know...?'
Their parents moved things along quickly after that, paying the man fourteen Galleons for their wands, and Mr. Ollivander bade them a regal, bowing goodbye from his shop.
As they left, Kagome stared at the holly, phoenix feathered wand in her hand – nice and supple, she remembered dazedly. Her eyes scanned along eleven inches of light brown colored wood, along the dips and tapering, fingers tracing the raised lines, all the while gaping. A light was shining in her eyes – of apprehension and shock.
Only two little words were at the forefront of her mind.
Oh. Shit.
—Omake—
Dear Ms. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Kagome's grin widened, and she looked over at her brother only to see a similar, most mischievous, grin on his face as well.
Hogwarts, here they come.
—o—o—
As if hearing her thoughts, Hogwarts shivered.
And when Hogwarts shivered, it was like an earthquake, and not one of its inhabitants could have missed it if they tried.
Dumbledore himself was eating breakfast with the rest of the staff when they felt it.
Just as he was about to take a bite of his sausage, the Great Hall began shaking violently. All of the staff yelped in surprise, hands shooting out to latch onto anything that could steady them in their chairs.
Immediately, Dumbledore grabbed his wand, eyes narrowed and body tensed, ready to spring in action if need be.
It was only when his goblet of spice milk tilted, clanging against the table and splashing against his clothes, did his stance falter.
He pouted.
It was the last of his personal supplies too...
Five seconds later, the shaking stopped, and no one moved. Everyone had one hand on a steady piece of furniture while the other held their respective wand.
After a minute of silent confusion, it was clear they weren't being attacked.
"What was that?" Professor McGonagall hissed, eyes narrowed and glinting sharply.
Dumbledore's eyes squinted in thought, before a twinkle entered his light blue gaze. "Possibly it was one of those phenomena – I believe the muggles call it a quaking earth..." he murmured musingly.
There was a wave of murmurs that passed through the staff, before someone spoke up.
It was a blond man, with curly hair pulled back in a short and rather messy. Lithe and lean in stature, he had donned robes of a wispy, pale green, almost aged color. Various rings, many of which one would call gaudy, were worn, and one silver hoop was clipped on his right ear. There was a dazed look to his brown eyes.
"I fear that trouble is afoot," the man, who happened to be the Divination Professor, declared rather somberly.
Every other Professor in the room rolled their eyes in thinly hidden exasperation.
However, for once in his life, the Divination Professor was actually right.
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(Deep, dramatic, movie guy voice) And the plot thickens...
Lol. Or really, the plot begins. At least things are moving along a little lol.
But anyways, whatchya think?
I see that last scene (not the omake lol) as something to cement that the future is already changing. Harry won't be getting the same wand when he comes around to get one.
And there's more Sirius! Yay! Hahah!
Also, how did you like the little omake? Lol, I just thought of something a little silly, and decided to throw it in haha. Now, if anyone wants to see it as a part of the fic that actually happened, go ahead. Cause that really is who the Divination Professor will be – though we might not hear more of him till the kids third year lol.
Also, a big thanks to Armywife22079, for the toothpaste joke, lmaoo. I had fun writing that scene XD
Anyways, I hope you all liked it! ^^
Till laters!
RainLily^^
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