A/N: I know that people can not apparate into Hogwarts but as far as I remember it said nothing about objects being moved in and out of Hogwarts. So If I'm wrong… just… well I'm not going to change it so yeah… And my explanation for this taking so long is COMPUTER VIRUSES!!! I hate them! I had to wipe my entire system and rewrite this chapter. So yeah, my stories are gonna be a lil' slow for a while… Sorry!
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Marty, so far, was enjoying Hogwarts. It turned out that she hadn't completely bombed her first class, at least so far. It was a double after all so she'd probably have another class period to work on the long list of items she had been given. She hadn't even needed a wand in this class, so her lack of one wasn't that much of a big deal. So far she was pretty sure that she was doing well, but the potions master didn't seem very willing to give over information. He looked tightlipped and the crookedness of that nose was quiet unfortunate, but she seemed to get along with him fine so even if he was a jerk it wasn't her problem.
The quite of the class was interrupted as the door to the potions room burst open and in stepped Dumbledore clad in lavender robes with silver stars covering its borders. "Severus, how are classes today my dear boy?" Severus scowled as the old man walked forward, the twinkle in his eyes appearing almost simultaneously to Snape's glare.
"As well as can be expected headmaster. Return to your potions!" He snapped to the class, witch picked up where they had left off. Martina however paid attention to the conversation, curious as to why the headmaster was randomly popping in. By everyone else's surprise she assumed that this wasn't a very frequent occurrence.
"Yes and how is the new student?"
"She appears to be doing quite fine, though if you are really curious I suppose you could ask her yourself."
"Ah well yes, that is actually why I came here. You see I was wondering if I could borrow her from you. There is still the problem to address of her wand."
"It is not I who has to do her missing work; you may take her if she will go."
"I also need Mr. Malfoy to come with us; you see he is acting as her guide since she's coming in the middle of the term. To help her along with things."
Snape sighed knowing he couldn't exactly say no to the headmaster and snapped back a reply. "Fine take them! Filch, Malfoy! Put away your things and leave with the headmaster." Malfoy, who Marty suspected had been listening as well quickly put back the ingredients and then grabbed his bag, Marty doing the same and running to stand in front of the Headmaster.
"Come on Children, there is lots to do." He said happily sweeping out of the room. Draco and Marty were forced to run to keep up with his long legs. Dumbledore swept them into an empty old classroom, the dust thick in the air and Marty looked around curiously. A skinny bent over old man seemed to appear out of nowhere, and Marty was struck with the idea that he was as old as the desk that sat abandoned in the room but her attention was called as Dumbledore sat down on top of one of the student's desks, his twinkling eyes focusing on her face.
"I'm sorry it took so long child but we're finally ready to have you find your wand. Mr. Ollivander is here to assist you in this endeavor."
Marty looked at the old man and wondered if he was capable of helping anyone. He looked like he should be taken care of and maybe given a nice warm cup of tea. She was actually scared that he might fall over and die, right there in the middle of the classroom.
Marty's thoughts had apparently taken more time than she thought though because she was quickly reprimanded by the Mr. Ollivander.
"Come on girl, stop gathering wool. Now Martina dear, come over here so I can see what would fit you," His voice half whispered. Fit her? This wasn't a dress it was a stick. How on earth was it supposed to fit her? But she complied anyways, approaching him and holding still as he brought out a tape measurer. He measured her arm span: finger tip to finger tip, the length of her arm: finger tip to shoulder, how tall she was, how big around the waist, how big her shoulders were, now long her legs were, how long her thumb was.
Marty was so intent on watching the measuring tape that it took her a few minutes to realize that it was no measuring her by itself and Mr. Ollivander was standing off to the side taking notes. This magic this was going to take a while to get used to. Mr. Ollivander finally called off the measuring tape and walked over opening a slender box. He presented the thing inside to her and it took Marty a minute to realize what it was.
The wand was a light, almost white, wood, yellow tint in its line and the handle was small and carved to fit a small hand, one much like her own hand. She reached out, a little cautiously and picked it up. It was awkward in her hand and she stared at him wondering what she was supposed to do with it. He opened his mouth, about to tell her but Draco broke him off mid sentence.
"Go on now, give it a wave. I don't want this to take all day." She obliged, moving her hand with a flourish. As a result there was a noise like air being slowly let out of a bag and she giggled.
"Is that supposed to happen?"
"No, no. Let me try something else." Another box appeared in his hand and he took the wand he had given her before and replaced it with it's exact opposite. Where the other one was thing and fragile looking this one was strong and a dark ebony color. She picked it up and repeated the process. This time the result was a bit more dramatic and the desks against the west wall all proceeded to fall over shaking against each other.
"No, let's give this a try." And so it continued, wand after wand being placed in her hand with seemingly no end in sight. Some reactions were dramatic, like the windows shattering or the desks all deciding they wanted to crash into the ceiling at once. This dumped an angry Draco on the floor, but Dumbledore seemed to think it was amusing and pulled candy out of his pocket to eat as he watched the process continue.
After what seemed like hours Ollivander took a step back crossing his arms. "This is impossible. I've given you every wand combination I could think of and nothing works. You sure she's magic Dumbledore?" Ollivander said, refusing to believe his wands were inadequate.
Marty's face turned red, embarrassed, and she looked over at Dumbledore worried. Draco was arching an eyebrow, for the moment now interested. He had to have been on his toes for the past two hours dodging the bad wands refusing gestures.
"Yes, I do. How else could she have caused the negative reactions in the wands? Besides, I've seen her do extraordinary things with her magic."
"Well then maybe you could explain this to me? You seem to know what's going on, Dumbledore. Are you holding out on me?"
"Just a theory, old friend, just a theory. Mr. Malfoy, if you please?" He gestured him to stand beside Marty. Draco got up from where he was taking shelter from behind an overturned desk and walked over. "Your wand please?" This time Draco hesitated for a moment for he handed over his wand to Dumbledore. Dumbledore handed the wand to Marty and she looked over at Draco. She saw no reassurance there though. Neither of them had a clue as to what was going on.
"Now, Marty, if you would please give it another attempt." He said.
Ollivander spoke up again, protesting, "Young Mr. Malfoys wand is Hawthorn with a unicorn hair center, ten inches long. I've tried all of those and none have had a reaction with Ms. Filch."
"I am aware of that, Ollivander. Bear with me," Dumbledore smiled before he grabbed Draco's hand and placed it on Marty's shoulder. Draco struggled but Dumbledore was stronger than he looked, and his thin fingers were wrapped around his wrist like a vice. He looked at Marty warily but she didn't seem to see anything wrong with this. She just looked confused.
"Now, if you please Marty." Marty nodded and gave the wand a flick, a scared expression on her face, like she was waiting for it to explode. Instead orange sparks shot out of the end and danced around merrily before they zapped happily out of existence, red and orange bits falling towards the floor.
"Wha- What?" Ollivander looked extremely surprised and he jumped forward, turning Marty's hand that clutched the wand in his own, examining it. It was as if he was making sure that it was indeed her who had just done that.
"Ow! My arm doesn't turn that far!" She protested but was waved off by Ollivander who now was staring at Dumbledore.
"You seem to know what's going on, so why don't you tell me what just happened."
"I believe our Marty here is a conduit." The word didn't mean anything to Martina but Ollivander's eyes got a hungry look in them and he turned back to look at her as if she was suddenly painted in money. The look was greedy and unsettled her greatly. She looked to Draco, who also seemed to know what the word meant. She hated when she didn't know what was going on.
"Are you sure about what kind yet?"
"I believe, and as you know I'm usually correct," His eyes twinkled unbearable at this point, "Veneficus Animi." Again similar reactions in both Draco's and Mr. Ollivanders face while Marty stood looking just as confused as before.
"Um, Headmaster? What exactly is a venecus anime?" She said, trying not to let herself be snappish or to get angry. She had a feeling this was just his way of things. Of course it was painful to pull information out of him like pulling teeth, but she was in no position to be demanding. After everything he was the one who had provided her with a home after all.
"Veneficus Animi is a conductor of Life Magic. Basically, Martina, though you yourself do not have the special component that gives you the gift of magic, you have something much greater and stronger. Where a wizard is limited by his magical power, you have no limits. You, Marty, are one of the rarest kinds of beings out there and I believe you will be key in the next chapter of wizarding history."
[A/N: Dun, dun, dun!! Haha, lol, my dramatic line SUCKS, but oh well. *shrug* at least I tried. And for those who are curious Veneficus: magical, witch, wizard, caster of spells and Animi I stole from anima which means life in Latin XD. Yay for online Latin dictionaries! :D]
