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Chapter Six:
Wands and Chaos
His brown eyes look up and he smile to me. I smile back feeling butterflies in my stomach. I push it off when Cole grab hold of my sleeve getting my attention. "Did you not hear us?" He ask and I shook my head. He roll his eyes. "Phoebe asked someone Ollivander's is just up ahead." He inform me.
We walked till we found it. Its a shop looks old and seen better days. The peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. I look to my aunt who was looking over it as she touch my shoulder. Cole was just standing there and I think he rolled his eyes at us.
One wand is in the viewing area. It is resting on a faded purple pillow with dust everywhere and window is old and dusty itself. When I open the door a bell rang somewhere deep in the shop. Its a tiny place which is empty besides the shelves on shelves of thin boxes like a library. By the door is a chair and other then that everything else is behind the counter.
As we wait the door open and the bell rang again. Stepping inside oblivious of us till they came in is the messy black hair boy from the bank. He has round glasses and eyes bright green eyes seem to be off. He look up to me and I smile warmly to him. "You have some icecream on your face." I noted. His face went slightly pink and wipe the icecream off with back of his hand.
He looked around the room in amazement much like I did. The big man that with him sat in the chair as we wait for whoever to come out. As I turn around a man with sparkling eyes seem to sneak up on us. "Good afternoon." His voice is soft and I heard the chair behind us make a strange sound while the boy beside me jump slightly.
The old man I am now looking at is very pale, like ghostly pale. His wide eyes reminds me of light moons of light blue that shimmer silver. His hair is wild and reminds me of Einstein hair is like. He look to me and gave me a warm smile.
When the boy start to talk he cut him off already knowing. "Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. I could tell that much. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work." The man took a breath. "Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it - it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course." The man then looked at me before leaning nearly nose to nose with Harry, the boy. "And that's where..." the man reach out touching the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, white finger. "I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly. "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands... well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do..." he shook his head before turn to me. "You are a Halliwell. At least it is in your blood, you look just like a woman I knew a long time ago. Penelope Halliwell, good witch she is." He said as he look me over making me nervous. "Shame about your father." he shook his head sadly.
"You knew Andy?" Phoebe asked beside me.
The man eyes widen for a millisecond then return to normal. "I rarely mistaken." He brush my aunt's question off. "You must be Phoenix Halliwell since I know your Penelope's blood I am to assume you are her granddaughter."
"Great-Granddaughter yes." I am so confuse. How does he know Grams?!
When the old man dropped that subject turning to the big man behind us. "Rubeus! Rubeus Hagrid! How nice to see you again... Oak, sixteen inches, rather bendy, wasn't it?"
The big man's rough voice loud but warm answer shamefully. "It was, sir, yes,"
"Good wand, that one. But I suppose they snapped it in half when you got expelled?" The old man said suddenly stern.
The bigger man shuffle his feet slightly and I saw him grip a very ugly pink umbrella. "Er - yes, they did, yes," he in a way reminds me of a teddy bear, very big teddy bear. "I've still got the pieces, though," he added brightly.
"But you don't use them?" The old man ask sharply.
"Oh, no, sir," said the big man quickly. The grip on the pink umbrella looks like he might break it in half now.
The older man made a humming sound not seeming to believe the bigger man. He then decide to drop it and turn to Harry first. "Well, now - Mr. Potter. Let me see." He pulled two long tape measures with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?" He ask like it is a common thing.
"Er - well, I'm right-handed," Harry said unsure.
The man motion him to hold out his arm. "Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter." I kept watching as he let go of the tape measure is working on its own now. "We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."
The man turn to me and I stuck out my right arm like the boy and he started and tape measure did same to me as boy taking over while Ollivander wonder around the shop. "That will do," he said, and the tape measures crumpled into a heap on the floor together. "Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."
Harry took hold of the wand and look awkward doing so as he waved it still awkwardly. The older man snatch it away almost at once. " Hazel and unicorn hair. Nine inches. Unbending." He said handing me one. I lift it about to swish when he taken it away from me.
"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try -" Harry start to raise it and it was snatch away like the first. "No, no -here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."
He turn back to me and out a second pile pull a new one out. " Chestnut and dragon heartstrings. Six inches. Swishy." He said as our piles start to get bigger and bigger. The strange part is he was getting more excited over it.
He handed Harry more of them and turn to me again. " Willow and unicorn hair. Eight inches. Brittle." He said. This one seems to slightly glow and boxes fly everywhere violently. I place the wand back in the box and step back slightly scared now. That the first one to actually do something. "Interesting." He mumble as he ran around a bit bring back three more boxes.
He open the first one and pick it up carefully. "Pine and phoenix feather. Eleven inches. Stiff." He said and watch me as I carefully pick it up and fire shot out of it making me drop it scared. He laugh as he clap his hands.
I heard Cole talking to Phoebe with that one. "Are we sure this man has all of his marbles?" I snicker when I heard Phoebe hit him.
He then pick up another and handed it to me. He snatch the one that Harry has loosely in his hand out. " Dogwood and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Rigid." He told me and this one glow very brightly before I moved it and then it shock me. I yelp dropping it noisily into it's box.
"Tricky customers, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere - I wonder, now - - yes, why not - unusual combination - holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple." Harry took the wand that was handed to him.
A warm spread through the room that seems to come from Harry. He raise the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. I gasp softly as I watch it in wonder. Hagrid whooped and clapped and the old man cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well... how curious... how very curious... " He put Harry's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, "Curious... curious.."
"Sorry," Harry cut into the man's mumblings. "but what's curious?"
The older man stare at Harry trying to figure how to word this. He then let lose a soft breath and I assume to just to tell him. "I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather - just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother why, its brother gave you that scar." Harry swallowed loudly as I glance to him. "Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember... I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter... After all, He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things - terrible, yes, but great." I shivered and saw Harry did too.
The old man then smile a wicked smile to me making me stiff up. "Now for you try this one." He push the last box he took down to me. I open it slowly then slip out the wand with amazement. It glowed so brightly as if Fairy Dust coats it. Fairy magic must run deep in it. "Indeed, Fairy Magic does." He said making me jump. Did I thought out loud? "Fir and Fairy Wings. Ten inches. Pliant." He said softly looking at the wand longing.
I just look at it as it hum to me. Closing my eyes and then barely twitching my fingers I heard Phoebe gasp. I open my eyes as I saw the light green light that came over me and my clothes look similar to that of fairies. When the light dull everything turn to as it once was.
"Curious, very curious. You wouldn't perhaps be Blessed by a Fairy Queen?"
I am shock and I know everyone can tell. "I am. How can you tell?" I ask slightly freaking out.
He smile warmly which calm me down. He seems lost in a memory before he start to talk. "In the Spring time of 1947 a young witch came in with a small box. She told me her name and asked to be my suppler. She had explain that she was from America and she was asked by her dear mate of her to bring the box to me. Her mate being the dying Fairy Queen. Inside the box was her wings to be made into a powerful wand. It will only pick a strong witch that was Blessed by a Fairy Queen to carry it. The witch who brought the wings to me was Penelope Halliwell. She was my suppler for three years till she had her daughter, Patricia Halliwell."
After both groups paid the man we left. The man bow to us before we left. "I still don't think he is all there." Cole said in a monotone voice getting hit by Phoebe again.
The sun hung low in the sky and the warmth of it calms my nerves some. "You are Hagrid?" I ask the gaint of a man. "Would you be the groundskeeper of Hogwarts?" I ask carefully.
He did a laugh from the bottom of his belly. "'Ight." He said with a twinkle in his eye.
I then turn to the boy, Harry, with a smile. "I am Prudence. Just call me Dence though." I said as Phoebe looks ready to pass out.
"Harry, just Harry." He said with a warm smile. "You going to Hogwarts too?" He ask nervously.
I smile and nod "Yep!" Popping the 'p' to him and skip slightly. "See you at Hogwarts then." I said dragging my aunt and uncle away to the family meeting place.
As we got to it I saw the older boy that made butterlies inside of me before. He is taller than I and looks maybe fourteen. His deep brown eyes sparkle as he talked to someone looking at a broom in a shop window.
I took a deep breath as I look up to my uncle and Aunt who were talking. "It's already 11am? Ugh we have been here almost fifteen hours." Phoebe groan.
"We left four thirty." I stated confuse. I am tired too but not as much as she is.
She nod her head. "Four thirty here this morning and now here it is seven at night."
I am more confuse. "You were asleep on the couch when we came in." Cole said simply.
"So I fell asleep and look at a clock that was set for this time?" I ask not believing this.
Phoebe laugh. "You did." she then start to pick on me.
I groan as a girl my age is not far from us. She has her nose stuck in a book. She has messy brown hair and I can't see her face very well. She is ignoring her parents who looks like her talking cheerfully. I wish sometimes I had a normal family like that.
"Dence?" Piper's voice cut through my thoughts and I smile up to my eldest aunt. "Ready?" She ask holding out her hand. I nod my head helping her with the stuff we got.
Jasmine start to tell me of a blond hair snarky boy. He was prejudice to the people mortal born. I laugh how stupid that sounds. When she didn't start to laugh I gasp. How can she be serious? That is just idiotic.
"There will always be people like that." Leo said with a frown and ruffle my hair. Thats sad in truth. All people are equal.
Leo and Cole brought the stuff home then came back first Leo took the Morris pair while Cole took Phoebe and me. As we came through Leo was orbing out and came back a few minutes later with my youngest and eldest aunts.
"I am happy I took today off. Come on Jasmine, we have to head home." He said. I turn to my beat friend who hug me tightly.
I hug her tighter not wanting to let go. "See you soon." She said with a sad voice. I nod my head and turn to my aunts.
Paige stretch and look at us. "I am off today too. Had to pull favors but I am. I am going home and sleep till tomorrow morning. Night."
Piper grumble slightly. "I am going to sleep till I have to go to the club."
"Nap sounds good to me." Phobe agreed with a yawn.
Cole wrap his arms around her protectively. Leo even agreed. "Can I read some?" I ask really curious about what all I will be learning.
Piper sigh and nod her head. "Take a nap and don't push yourself." She told me as the four head upstairs.
I went over to my things and organize it all. I notice I only had one robe and figure I'll ask Piper later about it. I then thumb through the books. The only one even slightly interesting is A History of Magic along with Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. I, after that, saw there was three books left that wasn't on my lists.
I pick up the first one. It is small and on the cover is our family symbol. I flip it open and start to read out loud, out of habit. "Charlotte Warren was born in the 17th century. She has shown no magical traits till she was pregnant with the first of many powerful Witches, Melinda Warren.
Believed to possess powers of great Melinda had a hard life ahead. She could move things with a flick of her wrist or narrowing her eyes. She also had the power to temperary freeze time or blow an object up which both was flicking her fingers out. The last was she could see the future or past.
Melinda was a powerful witch that everyone believed one day would try to kill mortals. She had a spoken on her day of death of greatness from her line. She has spoken of what she called the Charmed Ones. Three powerful witches of good."
I close it and place it to the side. Taking a deep breath I look at the second book. "Aunt Piper had to get this one." I deadpan slightly. It is a book about Hogwarts and it's history. I moved it to the side and saw the third book.
It's small and looks like maybe fourty or fifty pages in it. The text is normal size as I flip through it. I went back to the cover and look it over. It is just a plain cover with a smokey white ball in the middle of the dark gray. I open to the first page and read the name. "Of Great Prophecies, huh."
The first page of the book is nothing but talking about how they store prophecies in these special spell seal balls. They are in the Hall of Prophecy inside the Ministry of Magic.
The next page is of a Prophecy of Men that can change time and way things are remember. I flip through a few more. A Prophecy of Dragons taking over Romania. Of Vampires and Demons signing a pact. I just flip through till one caught my eye. "Of the Dark Lord
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not
And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month die.
S.P.T"
At the end I read it again and said. "Huh?" It seems dark and slightly gives me the creeps.
I just flip through till one I recogonize was before me. "Of The Charmed Ones
You can kill me, but you cannot kill my kind. With each generation, the Warren witches will grow stronger and stronger -until, at last, three sisters will arrive. Together, these three sisters will be the most powerful witches the world has ever known, they will defeat all kinds of evil. They will be known as The Charmed Ones."
Melinda Warren's last words, before being burned at the stake for witchcraft. Salam Witch Trials." I shiver at that one but remember reading that from the Book of Shadows.
Right under Charmed Ones one is two short ones. "Of The Twice Blessed
When three planets burn as one
over a sky of dancing light,
Magic will rest on a holy day
to welcome a twice blessed child.
Unknown"
The last one I read twice. "Of The Chosen Three
Neutral Child of neither Good or Evil
Child of Evil
A Twice Blessed Child
The Savior of us all
The Source of All Evil
The Source of All Good
Stands at a balance
All rest on the Savior
River Wolfe" I know that name. I am not sure how I know that name but I do.
I groan as I look at the clock. It is six already. I climb up the stairs and woke up Piper. "Have you been to sleep yet?" She yawn crawling out of bed.
"No, I was reading. How come I only have one Robe?" I asked before I forgot.
She roll her eyes at me. "They are going to mail the rest to you at Hogwarts." She told me as I yawn. "Go to bed." She slightly push me out of her room and follow me stairs.
I went down the basement stairs after eating a little bit of leftovers. Once I had something in my stomach my eyes felt like lead. Opening my door and kicking it shut I barely took off my shocks before falling on to my bed.
As I close my eyes I saw someone standing over me. Wasn't scared or anything cause I knew who it was. His dark hair and normal suit looking outfit. His dark eyes look down to me and he place an envelope down on the table by my bed. "I am sorry, Phoenix." Cole said softly before shimmering out of my room.
My eyes close tightly as I saw before my eyes a man with black hair that's gel back and his brown eyes that looks like mine. He smile down to me. "Daddy!" I squeal but my voice is more high pitch, like a little kid. He wrap his arms around me and swung me into the air making me laugh.
He then walked into the manor and smile at a woman with a bob cut hair style. Her black hair seems so soft and she place her hands on her hips. "Andy, put Prue down." She lightly scold him.
He laugh walking over to her and kiss her softly. "No, I want to hold both of my girls for all time." He said wrapping his other arm around my mom.
"Daddy, I love you and Mommy." I said curling to him. He finally did place me down as his partner showed up at the door and a dark skin girl my age came running through. She tackle me to the ground. Both of the fathers laugh and my mom shook her head in amusement.
Once we got up and shook the dust off of ourselves the dark skin man sent us to another room to play. Out of their way we start to play with dolls and action figures. We both had a boyish side too. It seems so normal.
Then things turn dark. I saw my best friend and I seem to get older but not by much and then a crashing sound. We both ran in to the other room. Blood is everywhere. Darryl is gone. Mom and Dad are dead on the floor. Laughing can be heard. I scream in horror of it all. I look around looking for the male voice coming from but got nothing. "Lies. Everything they told you were lies." He crackle as I fall to the ground into darkness.
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