Here is a marauder's tale. The main character is Clarissa Days, a 15 year old girl. She has She at first doesn't know that she is a witch. Then her parents tell her. When she goes to Hogwarts things happen. This is all I going to say about it. Please read.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters for JK Rowling does. I am just borrowing them for my stories.
Ch. 3
The very next day, mum woke me up early. I had fallen asleep after crying of a few hours.
"Darling, we are going shopping today!" Mum exclaimed.
"Aren't you kind of mad at me for running away from you yesterday and not saying goodbye to Jake?" I asked sleepily.
"Don't be silly, it's really our fault for making you angry." Mum said hurriedly and walked out the door. Just before she left, she called over her shoulder, "Hurry and get dressed!" With a heavy sigh, I slowly climbed out of bed. What I really wanted to do right now was to fall right back asleep.
Soon I finally made my way down the stair and into the parlor when mum and dad was having breakfast.
"Morning," I said brightly.
"Morning pumpkin!" dad greeted me with a smile.
"So what is it that we have to buy?" I asked curiously.
"School supplies of course!" mum announced, setting toast in front of me.
"Oh I see, then what is all that?" I asked eyeing the great many packages on the table top.
"Well, your father and I went shopping for your school supplies, but you have to get the necessities, you know robes and a wand." Mum answered.
I grinned, "Do I really get a wand?"
"Of course, so are you ready?" dad replied.
"You bet!" I shouted, getting up from the table.
"Very well, come here," mum instructed, holding out a pot with a bluish gray powered inside.
"Uh mum what is it?" I asked slightly confused.
"It's floo powered and it won't bite." Mum comforted.
"So what am I suppose to do with it?" I inquired.
"Well," dad said getting up, "You take a pinch of it and go and walk into the fireplace, drop it in and yell diagon alley!"
"And that is all?" I demanded with a troubled look on my face.
"And that is all," dad concluded with a bright smile.
"Err... ok then." I shrugged and did as what I was told to. WOOSH, I was automatically transported to a new and unfamiliar place. I got up coughing and looked around. I laughed at what I saw. Witches and wizards were all over the place, crowing here and there. I heard a faint POP, and mum and dad stood right beside me.
"Claire, welcome to Diagon Alley." Dad proclaimed.
"WOW, it is huge." I spluttered.
"Yeah, it is, isn't?" dad chuckled.
"Alright first stop Gringotts!" mum commanded. After Gringotts, mum and dad left to talk to a friend. While they did that, I went shopping for my robes and wand. I first wandered into Ollivander's Wand Shop.
"Hello?" I called, "is anyone here?" I heard a sudden swishing noise and jumped in fright, turning the nearest object that I touched, white.
"Ahh, Miss Days, it is good to finally meet you at last." Mr. Ollivander exclaimed, looking at me with sliver curious eyes, "It seemed that it was only yesterday when your mum and dad was here buying their first wands."
"Err... It's good to meet you too sir." I mumbled not knowing what to say, looking around the shop.
"Well let's get started, which is your wand hand?" Mr. Ollivander chimed. I gave him my right, because I am a right-handed person. He took out a tape measure and it started to measure me by itself. Mr. Ollivander supervised it for a minute, and then he turned to look at the shelves behind him.
"Mumm, very well, let's try this one." Mr. Ollivander mused, pulling out a long rectangular box and opening it. I took the wand, which was in the box and waved it. The flowers in the pot on the counter, turned a terrible pink color.
"I'm so sorry!" I squeaked putting down the wand on the counter top with shaking hands.
"Have no fear, little one, and the flowers looks so much better now, don't you think?" Mr. Ollivander said kindly patting me slightly on the head absentmindedly.
"You think so?" I asked a little tearfully, looking at the flowers again.
"Of course, Miss Days."
After sometime, and a quite a few wands later, I finally got my wand. It was a holly, unicorn hair and phoenix tail, 16 ½ inches one. I went out the door with a huge smile on my face. Then I went to Madame Mince's robe shop. There I got my robes measured and cut and tailored. As soon as I was done, two boys came in.
"Hey there," the taller boy with long messy black hair said.
"Hi," I mumbled timidly.
"Are you going to Hogwarts too?" the slightly shorter black hair boy asked as well.
"Yeah, I am." I admitted.
"Humm, I never saw you before," The slightly shorted black hair boy continued.
"Well, I'm new, I guess." I chirped.
"Cool, then I guess we will be seeing you there then." The other boy said nodding his head at me. I blushed and shrugged. Then I mumbled a weak goodbye and started to leave. Just to my luck, I happened to brush my hand slightly by the boy's shirt and it turned a deep red. The two boys didn't notice at first. Then I heard the slightly shorter one cried out, "Hey, Padfoot wasn't your shirt blue before." I didn't hear what the other one said for I had already fled the scene.