I awoke in a beautiful room covered in red, red drapes, red chairs, red everywhere a lot with gold outlining, but I awoke alone. I raised from my bed and walked over to the gigantic window, and looked out. I could see a distance, but what was closer than the tree line was what caught my attention, a man who looked like he had a rough evening, almost as rough as I did last night, but this man was huge! He was walking up to the castle, from his house well not much of a house but a hut, I had a dream about this man… it almost seemed real and this castle I felt like I had been here before. Leaving the room I found a note with warm waffles underneath

Wes,

When you wake up come downstairs, if I'm not downstairs Remus will be. You have a full day ahead so you better eat.

p.s.- don't be afraid of this place.

Dad

The waffles were very fluffy, but not as good as Moms waffles, and this certainly isn't Dads cooking. Setting the plate down I proceed down the spiral stairs and hear two men talking and I recognized them both, it was Uncle Remus and Uncle Sirius! I raced toward Sirius as fast as any ten year old could and hugged him almost knocking him over, he caught me. "Uncle Sirius I've missed you so much!" At that moment happiness came back to me, I had forgotten about my Mom, The House, Everything I owned, I got to see Sirius. I released him from the tightest grasp I think Ive ever put on a person, and he rubbed my red hair and patted me and began to speak, "Wes, I have someone who I would like you to meet shes like you. Becca! Will you come in here?" I felt like was watched, but I wasn't sure, until I turned around. It was girl, she looked as young as I did, she had a burgundy hair color, along with glasses and wore something I recognized from the tele she had on Harley Quinn pajamas. I was shy at first and she was the complete opposite, "My name Is Becca Black, Whats yours?" sticking her hand out. Stuttering as I spoke, "W.. Lupin" I could sense something about her, it was like me. She had some sort of darkness within her that no one could even fathom. I asked Remus to come with me and help me unpack up stairs, I still don't know how I got robes and clothes. While we were in my room I asked several questions, he answered very elegantly until one came out and it felt like I didn't say it. "When Becca and I shook hands…. It was like I felt darkness…"Remus responded with a very questionable tone,"What kind of "Darkness" do you mean?" I thought about it for a moment and said, "like an evil darkness?" "its probably just the waffles nothing to worry about. Get dressed Mr. Ollivander is here."

"Now when your father gets her is when you can try out wands, I promised him that we would wait." Remus whispered. "Finally Remus it took you long enough did you lose your way from Gryffindor House?" Romulus shouted. "Shut up!" shouted Remus.

A lot of boxes, long rectangular boxes. "I know you Mr. Lupin, from the time you were born I've known the wand that you would use! Aha here it is Dogwood 12 inches Phoenix tail feather for the core, as powerful as it is elegant." Ollivander spoke with such an enthusiastic tone of voice. He took the wand out of the box it was long and brilliant, but still looked like a stick, placed it in my hand without a word. "Now wave it." When I waved it a great gush of force pushed me back onto the ground. This happened several times until Ollivander realized that there was one wand he had yet to try and had never tried before. "This wand has set on my shelf for ages, Larch for the wood, Thestral Tail Hair for the core, 11 ¾ inches. This wand… was created for someone with great skill in the Dark Arts, and very powerful through experiencing death first hand. That is the only way this wand can be used." He gave me the box, I sat the box down and removed the black top, and it revealed the wand with a light brown hue, and the handle had the phrase Ollivander said, "Powerful through experiencing death first hand." I carefully took hold of the wand and grasped the handle. Immediately something happened, A blue flame rose from the tip of the wand and vanished. "The wand has chosen its master." Ollivander said in a monotone manner.

I'm walking back to my room, pondering on the phrase that is transcribed on my wand.