Chapter 4

It was a very hopeful Remus that returned to Potter Manor that evening, just in time for dinner. His new robes, from Corona, were still on him as new and silky as ever, and Corona smiled, ushering him into the dining room where James and Sirius had been chatting with the elder Potters.

"Father, Mother, this is one of James' friends, Remus Lupin," she introduced, smiling softly as Remus greeted Charlus Potter with a firm handshake.

"Thank you for having me here, sir. I just came back from visiting my mum, she's a bit sick."

"Don't call me sir, Remus, call me Charlus or Uncle Charlus," Charlus laughed.

They chatted a bit before the boys headed to James' room where they began chatting loudly and Corona began discussing magical theory with her mother. It still amazed them what a little bookworm they had produced. Yet still, Corona was sweet and charming as well as outgoing sometimes. She was considered their prodigy, intelligent as her mother. Charlus Potter stretched out and joined in the discussion.

"Happy Birthday, Corona and James!" called Dorea Potter as she hugged her two children tightly.

"Isn't Rona's letter coming today?" asked an excited James.

Corona just smiled, saying, "Patience, James. It will come at precisely nine in the morning, as well as yours."

It arrived. James did a happy dance for his sister while Sirius and Remus came over from their parents' house to wish James a happy birthday. Corona just ate her breakfast, ignoring James as she scooped a small bite of eggs into her mouth.

She had somehow convinced her parents that she could use James' old schoolbooks. They were in bad condition, but with a few spells from her parents, it looked brand new. All she needed was a wand, and although she could probably summon the Elder Wand from Grindlewald or Dumbledore's (she didn't really care that much about either) hand, she supposed it would not bode very well for her to have dual wands. Not that she really cared…but still. So resignedly, she went to Diagon Alley.

They spent a minute inside trying out wands before Corona got annoyed and just lifted her hand. A box shot towards her. Ollivander shivered as he opened the box, revealing a pure white wand with a silver line curling around from base to top, seemingly engraved in the wood.

"Ah…you must be very special, Ms. Potter. This wand is very special…it was made by my ancestor, the first wand-maker. He was a master in wand-lore, and this was the last wand that he made. The purest wand imaginable. Magical white olive tree, long extinct, 12 inches, a bit long, with a phoenix's head feather, frozen phoenix tears, and phoenix ashes willingly given to him from his familiar. There is also a unicorn mane hair willingly given to him wrapped around the edges, which is the silver decoration, see? And it is still incomplete…it needs a drop of blood to make it completely and wholly the owner's. This way, no one save you can use this wand, even if you are forcefully disarmed. And let me tell you a secret, young miss," he leaned in, and only Corona heard him, "this wand wipes all types of compulsions, spells, potions, and the Trace from you." As he leaned back, he observed the Potter matriarch who was still waiting outside at Florean's Fortescue. "I'm sure you know the meaning of this wand."

"Phoenixes…unicorns…this man must have been insane to combine the most light and powerful creatures ever heard of. The olive tree…a symbol of wisdom, peace, hope, light, fertility, health, wealth, and balance," Corona breathed, gray-blue eyes wide as she stared at the wand. Hesitantly, she took a knife that Ollivander handed her and breathed in and out. Then she slit the inside of her thumb and squeezed the wound gently. A drop of blood slid out and dropped onto the wand. A blinding, white light filled the shop before fading. Looking down, Corona gasped. The wand was a pure whitish-silver, a blood red design in waves and curls winding through it. As she held it, a feeling of power filled her. Ocean eyes glowed, raven hair flew back, and robes billowed. A song of beautiful phoenix filled the shop and everything that had ever been broken repaired, and it turned brand new, bright and joyful. Then her body returned to its normal stance, but the shop remained new. "Thank you so much, Mr. Ollivander," she breathed. "How much does this cost?"

"No cost at all, my dear. It is an honor to have met the long-awaited owner of this wand. And your renewal of this shop is more than enough payment," he added, smiling.

"Thank you," she breathed again before she ran out, a leather holster already around her arm and holding her wand, both now invisible and unable to be summoned by anyone save her.

"Corona!" called Dorea with a smile as she spotted her daughter.

"Hello, Mother. May we return home now? I have received my wand from Mr. Ollivander," Corona informed.

"Of course, dear. Come along now, Charlus is at home waiting for his favorite daughter," a smiling Dorea agreed.

They hurried into the Leaky Cauldron and successfully Flooed home without any delays.

She was going to Hogwarts! She was so excited to see the huge castle that had been her home in every life. As she boarded the train with a kiss to her mother and a hug for her father, the pureblood girl searched for an empty compartment. With a smile, she whispered a 'Point Me' and found an empty compartment quickly. Placing her shrunken trunk onto the ground, she enlargened the lightened trunk and soon found herself reading a first year Potions book. Halfway through the ride or so, a kind-looking lady poked her head in just as she finished the thick book.

"Anything from the trolley, dear?" she asked.

"Of course." The polite girl quickly rose, a money bag in hand. With a word of thanks, she bought a few Chocolate Frogs and pumpkin pasties. Sitting down, she ate the pasties and one Chocolate Frog, leaving about four others for the boys. Then she closed her trunk lid and left it above the chairs, knowing that no one would be able to open it without the password she had, which was near impossible to guess: Mistress of Death, Threstals, and Dementors. Smiling, she scooped the Chocolate Frogs into her arms and traveled the train with a whispered 'Point Me James Potter' to find her brother. Once she entered, her small smile dropped. Severus Snape and Lily Evans. James and Sirius were mocking them. Still unnoticed, the girl dropped the Chocolate Frogs and marched straight up to James.

Severus and Lily were furious. Why did those two idiots have to pick on them? Then a raven-haired girl marched in, face filled with fury.

"JAMES CHARLUS POTTER!" James cowered as Sirius laughed. He wasn't laughing for long, for the girl turned on him as well. "SIRIUS ORION BLACK!" They both whimpered, and Lily was impressed with this girl's ability to shut these two up. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN WERE YOU DOING, YOU TWO DUNDERHEADS?"

Severus made a note to remember that insult.

"Nothing!" James and Sirius squeaked.

In fury, the girl whipped out her wand and snarled a soft curse.

They both were immediately turned a lovely shade of pink, were dressed in a flowery pink dress, and their hair yanked painfully into pigtails with bright pink robes. Then a mirror appeared in front of them, and they both yelled in horror. The girl kicked them out of the compartment, yelling at them.

"And you better parade through that entire train or else you'll get far worse, you buffoonic idiots!" Then she turned back to them, the furious face immediately smoothing into a calm, sweet face. "I apologize for their actions. It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Corona Potter, first year," she smiled, curtsying to them.

They gaped. Severus broke the silence first after a few minutes.

"But you look nothing like him!"

"Oh, I do. I just have mother's eyes and grew out my hair."

"Well, I'm Lily Evans. This is my friend Severus Snape."

"Oh, so you're Lily Evans? The one that James happens to be pining after? Good luck with getting rid of him, once he has his sights set on something, he won't stop until he has it. Although a few well-placed curses may change his mind," she smiled, giggling along with Lily. "You're both second year Gryffindors?"

"Um…no. Severus is a Slytherin."

They nervously awaited her shock and disgust. Instead, the girl just smiled brightly.

"Really? Wow, that must be horrible to be in rival houses. I'm hoping for Ravenclaw myself. It's one of the only neutral and reasonable ones," she giggled. "But Slytherin wouldn't be horrible either…I suppose Hufflepuff and Gryffindor are pretty much tied for third-best," she grinned. "So what did you learn, last year? I heard there's a curse on the Defense position. Was the professor last year any good?"

They slowly relaxed during her talking. Eventually, they fell into a discussion of the possible curses and what they hoped to learn this year.

The ride ended soon after, and Corona bid them both goodbye as she followed the call of first years. She tuned out of most of the talking, but stared lovingly at the castle with everyone else.

The Sorting Ceremony began after they were lead into the Great Hall. While some students looked around in awe, Corona just smiled at James, Lily, and Severus, completely unbothered.

Finally, "Potter, Corona!"

Whispers went around the Hall, much like her first Sorting. This time, though, people were whispering about the Potters.

"Another Potter? I thought James was an only child…"

"I do hope this one will not be as troublesome as Mr. Potter!"

"She doesn't look like much…"

"I bet she'll be in Gryffindor!"

Ignoring the whispers, she gracefully stepped to the stool and slipped the Hat over her head.

Mistress…amazing. Well then, off you go to… "RAVENCLAW!"

Thank you.

The Hall clapped politely even as James pouted.

"Figures," he muttered as Corona flashed him a smile before sitting down quickly, the petite girl blending in and hidden from sight within a few moments.

"I am loud, I am golden. I am spoken when I am broken. What am I?" the eagle knocker asked.

The prefect pondered the question and prepared to answer the confusing riddle before a musical voice cut him off.

"Silence."

Everyone looked to the back, where a raven-haired, petite Corona Potter stood.

"Enter, young princess."

They stared all the more as the portrait opened to allow them into the common room. Corona just shrugged and promptly ignored them.

She sat on the bed, watching as the other girls chatted and unpacked. Her trunk was already at the foot of her bed, and she wore black, silk pajamas, simple and light. She didn't mind that they had ignored her—her bed was in the darkest corner, and she tried to avoid attention. Finally, the four girls turned in for the night, and she was left sitting in the darkness, thinking. Her long hair fanned out around her as she quietly lay down.

It would be a new day tomorrow. She closed her eyes and drifted off.

I do not own HP, but please read and review. I would appreciate that a lot. Anyways, sorry my chapters are a bit short.

Thank you, Moon Lantern for beta-ing most of my stories.

~Amy Virtue

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