A/N: I love all my reviewers. Seriously, if I had the time, I would write all your names down, and bake each of you a cookie :) Unfortunately, you'll just have to make do with another chapter! And so sorry for the long wait, I'm currenty working on my own novel, which I intend to publish. It's way harder writing a novel from scratch, phew*

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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter. Though pretty soon I will own my own story! yay! :)

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Chapter 7

Master of Death?

"Oh, no, I think I definitely like the brown barn owl better."

"Nuh-uh! Look at that tiny hyper one. He looks like a trouble maker, why don't we take him?" typical Emmett.

"Sweetie, how bout we have this snowy white one. She sure is beautiful," suggested mom.

It's been a good hour or so, and I still haven't found the perfect owl to take to school. All of them were very pretty, but I had yet to find one that specifically caught my eye. If I didn't find one soon, I would have to go to school pet-less.

The cats in the store were all snoozing lazily in their cages. When I had tried to pick up a little ginger kitten, it clawed furiously at my hands, not happy to be disturbed from its deep slumber. I immediately decided that cats were not in my options of pets. Who would want animals that just slept around all day? (A/N: I adore cats. But I'm not Nessie, and she likes exciting things) I obviously didn't want a rat, I mean, like, eww. I'm just not that type of person. And when Emmett held one up to my face, I almost gagged.

So here I am, gazing at the wall of cages imprisoning hundreds of different owls. I liked the snowy white one that mom had pointed out, but decided it was just too plain for me. I let my gaze wander across the last row of hooting owls. White with spots around feathers, full midnight black with bright glowing eyes, creamy yellow and brown, light mahogany with bronze tints around eyes-

I stopped. Light mahogany with bronze tints around its eyes.

"Guys, Guys! I found the perfect owl!" I squealed, unlatching the cage door, and picking it up. The medium sized owl rubbed its beak against my palm adoringly.

"Awe, it's so cute!" squeaked Alice, "Good choice!"

And twenty galleons later, I owned the beautiful bird.

"What are you going to call it?" asked Rose.

"Buster!" yelled Emmett. What?

"What?" asked dad.

"Absolutely not! How about… um… Marigold? Since she has gold-ish rings around her eyes?"

"Marigold," I said, "I like it. Thanks, Esme!" It was a perfect fit.

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HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Uniform

First-year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (black)

One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

Course Books

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

Ok, so all I had left was the cauldron, crystal phials, telescope, brass scales, and my wand.

"It's getting late," said Carlisle, "So why don't we split up?"

"Good idea, I'll go with Bella, Jacob, Carlisle and Esme."

"Oh, I'll go with Jazzy," Alice piped up, "and Rose can accompany Ness with Emmett.

We all went our separate ways, and I decided that we should go buy my wand. After a bit of asking around, we got some directions, and ended up in front of the last shop on the street. It was narrow and shabby, and an old sign saying, Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. The display window contained a single wooden stick that lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

"Nice place," said Emmett, voice laid with heavy sarcasm.

When we pushed the door open, a tinkling bell rang, echoing throughout the tiny shop. Inside, a single chair was backed up against the wall, and the place had a rusty smell to it. I felt a feeling of unease as I stood in front of the narrow front desk. Just as I was about to ring the bell for service, I heard a soft voice.

"Good evening," it said. I jumped, and squinted to see in the dim lighting. The voice came from a very old man around his seventies. His wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop. They were deep, and full of knowledge.

"Er, hi," I muttered awkwardly.

"Ah, the day has finally arrived when I get to meet civil vampires, Miss Cullen," he started, "I assume you will be buying your very first wand today." It wasn't stated as a question, but instead, as a fact. He walked off into the other direction, coming back with a stack of thin boxes like the one in the window. He was also holding a tape measure.

"Please step forward and hold out your wand arm." Assuming that my wand arm would be my right, since I'm right-handed, I held out my arm, shaking slightly.

"Now, there is no need to be afraid," he whispered. Rose hissed. I merely just rolled my eyes at her. The man, who I took to be Ollivander, started measuring from my shoulder to floor, wrist to elbow, shoulder to finger, and knee to armpit. As he measured my head he said, "Each of our original wands are unique, and no two are the same. Their cores have a powerful magical substance. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, dragon scales, and more. And also, each wand chooses its owner, and no other wand will serve you as well."

I listened carefully, soaking in all the information.

"That will do," he said suddenly, and I was surprised at where his voice had come from. I saw the tape measure soar through the air and land in his palms. Oh, they were measuring me themselves.

"Ah, this will do," he held out a long white stick to me, "Yew, and Chinese dragon scale. Eleven inches. Good for transfiguration."

I carefully took it from his grasp.

"Now, just give it a little wave."

I felt awfully foolish as I gave the wand a wave. When nothing happened, Mr. Ollivander took it from me, laying it back on the silver lining.

"Oak and male unicorn hair, thirteen and a quarter inches, nice and flexible." I immediately put it down when my wave had caused a light bulb to shatter. I grinned sheepishly.

"Nice going, Nessie," said Emmett. This made me jump, I almost forgot their presence. Rose gave Emmett a little playful nudge.

I kept trying. And trying. And trying. I honestly didn't know what Mr. Ollivander was looking for, he just kept flitting around handing me various wands, and barking out their ingredients. He kind of reminded me of Alice. The pile of boxes on his desk was growing larger and larger, and I already lost count of how many waves I had done. But every time he brought out a new wand, his face glowed brighter and brighter.

"You're a tricky customer," he said, "Very tricky, the only one since eleven years ago, and that was when Harry Potter himself came to purchase his first wand. Bless him." He bent down to pick up the box I accidentally knocked over.

"Who's that?" I couldn't help but asked.

"Harry Potter? Who's Harry Potter?" he asked, incredulous, "Why, he's the one who defeated the dark lord, twice!"

"Dark lord?" asked Rose. I couldn't what the expression on her face meant.

"Oh, yes. Tom Riddle. I remember his wand, thirteen and a half inches, yew. Phoenix tail feather. A very powerful thing indeed."

I saw Rose exchange a glance with Emmett.

"Eh, unusual combination. Might be the one," he said, holding up a wand with an intricate design of swirls, "Vine-carved, ten and three quarter inches, thestral tail hair." I took it hesitantly.

The moment my fingers touched the wand, I was hit by a wave of calming warmth. I saw little sparks shoot out the end of the wand, and the wand itself was glowing brightly. Delighted with what I saw, I gave it a light wave, and a stream of green and gold sparks shot from the tip, and ending like a firework. I beamed.

"Oh, magnificent! Good, good, very good. Curious, too." He mumbled, also beaming, "It seems that you're visit is very alike to young Mr. Potter's. You see, this wand here shared its substance with another. The thestral tail hair that is used in it was cut in half. One was sent to me after years of keeping it locked up, and the other was used ages ago on a very, very powerful wand."

"Oh," was all I could manage.

"Yes, yes, it's brother is the legendary Wand of Elder, also known as the Deathstick and the Wand of Destiny. It was said that only people who were masters of death could handle wands with thestral hair. Very tricky that it had picked you."

I was nervous. Master of Death? Rose and Emmett kept giving each other quick glances, and short, knowing nods.

"Are you saying I'm a master of death? But, I can't even die… What does that even mean?" I asked.

"That, my dear, I can't possibly explain. Perhaps, with time, you will find the answers to your questions."

I decided to put it aside, as I could see from the look in his eyes that he would not grant me any more information. I paid for my wand, and left the shop with Rosalie and Emmett. As I walked up the street to the more crowded areas, I could still hear the strange man's voice. It was said that only people who were masters of death could handle wands with thestral hair. Only people who were masters of death. Masters of… Death. What did it mean?

I blocked out my thoughts when we spotted our very conspicuous family out of the crowd of swarming people, rushing home after work. No need to get my over protective dad worked up.

"Where've you been?" asked dad, irritated.

"We got caught up buying wands," said Emmett. His face was scrunched up in concentration. I looked to see that Rose had the same expression. I was glad that they were keeping this from my father.

"We've got everything we need," said Jasper.

"Time to go home?" asked Alice, "Already???"

The Cullens ignored her, and walked through the hole in the brick wall. It closed instantly, leaving the wizarding world behind us.

I climbed in bed today thinking about the mysterious words Mr. Ollivander had said. Master… Death… Powerful… Thestral… Harry…

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It was a quiet street in the middle of the night, and two owls stood on a car, hooting. A man appeared on the corner, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought as though he'd just popped up from the ground. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots.

He pulled out a silver cigarette lighter and flicked it open, holding it in the air. The lights disappeared one by one.

"Fancy seeing you here, Mrs. McGonagall." A tabby cat that had been sitting next to him transformed into a rather severe looking woman. She was wearing an emerald cloak, and a black pointed hat. The woman and man began having a hushed conversation. At one point, the woman gasped, and the man nodded. A few minutes later, a low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew louder and louder as it came nearer. Two very bright lights suddenly became visible. A huge motorbike fell out of the sky and landed in front of them. A giant stepped off, holding a little bundle. Together, they began talking some more.

"He'll have that scar forever." The big one, the giant, he started sobbing when the old man said this. The old man took the bundle, and walked up the front steps to a house. Carefully, he laid it on the front welcome mat, and placed an envelope on it. The woman and giant were now wiping tears from their eyes. The man pulled out the putter-outerer, and street lights had turned on again. Then, with a last goodbye, and a sad little wave, they all took off in different directions.

A/N #2: Hope it wasn't too confusing. If it was, the review button is awaiting your questions. Also, if any of you have found a clue to which house she will be in, you're ahead of the game :) Don't go back trying to look for it, though. It was just a little clue, and you'll find out soon enough anyways.

So, Nessie's wand is related to the powerful Wand of Elder... interesting... _ And she's becoming more related to Harry... Even more interesting... ;)

Also, should I make the whole story Nessie's POV? or Should I switch?

Please review, they are superly appreciated.

Oh, and, please don't laugh, but... How does a beta work? And if you are one, please contact me. I'm really clueless.

I'll update sooner if I get more reviews! :) I'm actually trying to hit the 100 mark, if that's not too hard...