Sorry for the long delay, I was sort of in a depressing state for a while, was sick, had the school play and a test week. Now I finally have time again. Here's chapter 2 yay.
Disclaimer: I'm sad to say I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians nor Harry Potter. I'm not that awesome.
We arrived in the Leaky Cauldron via Floo Powder, which I'd never used before, and I immediately decided it wasn't my favorite kind of transportation. I followed my mother to the counter where she asked for a room. I looked at the people in the dark and shabby pub, all were wearing robes and doing their own thing. I heard my mum vaguely talking to the bald barman, whom I learned was named Tom. He gave my mother a key and together we walked to the room to dump our stuff. I couldn't wait to go to Diagon Alley. Before we went my mother gave me instructions though, about what I had to tell people who asked what blood status. I had to tell them that I didn't know for sure since my father left me but that my mother was a pure-blood. After that we were ready to go.
When we came back downstairs I heard all people whisper, did something happen while we were upstairs? I shook my head, probably wasn't that important. Diagon Alley first, after that I'd find out what the commotion was all about. My mother lead me to the through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a dustbin and a few weeds.
"What are we doing here, mum?" My mother smiled at me knowingly and pulled out her wand. She tapped at a three bricks above the dustbin.
"Step back." My mum said and I obeyed. Suddenly the bricks the wand touched quivered – it wriggled – in the middle, a small hole appeared – it grew wider and wider – a second later they were facing a large archway on to a street which twisted and turned out of sight. "Welcome to Diagon Alley, Cassi." I looked around me, amazed by the shops. We stepped through the archway and it instantly shrank back into solid wall.
I was about to walk into a random shop but my mother held me back, "Gringotts first." She informed me. I gave her a sheepish smile, I knew that of course.
I wished I had more than one pair of eyes so I could see everything that was happening around me. The people, the shops, the products. My mum even had to drag me away from the new Nimbus 2000 which I decided I had to have immediately, too bad it wasn't allowed.
"This is Gringotts,' I looked at the building in front of me and gasped, amazed by the beautiful architecture. It was a snowy-white building which towered over the other little shops. Standing beside the bronze doors, wearing scarlet and gold uniforms, were goblins. I held my mother's hand as we walked upon the white stone steps towards the big doors. The goblins bowed to us as we walked in, now we were facing a new pair of doors, this time they were silver, with words engraved upon them:
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn,
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
A pair of goblins bowed as we walked through the silver doors and they were in a marble hall. Behind long counters were at least a hundred goblins on high stools doing their job. There were too many doors leading out of the hall. More goblins were showing people in and out these doors. I followed my mum to a counter and she coughed.
The goblin looked up. "May I help you?"
My mother bent forwards and whispered so only the goblin and I could hear it, "We need to go to the Riddle vault. The vault of Sallina Merope Riddle and Cassiopeia Selene Riddle." The goblins eyes widened in shock and looked at my mother and then at me. He nodded and called another goblin.
"Could you bring them to fault 437." The goblin's eyes widened but he still nodded and gestured for them to follow him.
We walked through a narrow stone passageway lit by torches, we walked until we reached little railway tracks on the floor. The goblin whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks towards us. We climbed in and we were off. We rode through a maze of passages and we went fast, really fast, I loved it. We went deeper and deeper. When the cart stopped I noticed we were almost in the lowest part of Gringotts. We followed the goblin to the vault. The door was beautifully decorated and then I noticed that some of the decoration were snakes. I looked expectantly at goblin. "You've got to say something in Parselmouth to get in." He told us.
I looked at my mum and she looked back and smiled, "You do it, dear. I was never able to speak it well. Just imagine the snakes to be real and tell it to open."
I wanted to protest, I didn't know that language. If I did I would've known right but at the look on my mum's face I knew I shouldn't argue. I looked at the snakes and there came some sort of hissing noice out of my mouth but I still understood it perfectly, "Open for the heiress of Slytherin." The snakes on the vault doors slithered away and the doors opened. I gasped at what I saw: galleons, sickles and knuts, jewels and weapons, the whole vault was full of it. We were so rich and still needed Gabe to survive in the muggle world, how was that even possible? My mother walked in and pulled a pouch from somewhere out of her robes (yes, she changed into robes before coming here but I didn't want to). She filled it with galleons, sickles and knuts and handed it to me.
"This is probably enough for this year." She decided and as we walked out the doors closed. I heard the snakes get back in their position. It must be boring, being locked up there for all eternity and only to move once in so many years.
When we were finally outside again, my mother turned to me. Firstly we're going to get your books and we walked to a shop called Flourish and Blotts where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books. "First year?" The man behind the counter asked and my mother nodded. The man grabbed a packet of books and put them in a bag. I paid the right amount of galleons and we walked out packed with books.
After that we went to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Why the shops all had such long and weird names, I don't know, I thought it was kind of funny. A bell tinkled as we walked in. A woman, probably Madam Malkin, walked to the front. "Hogwarts, I suppose, my dear."
I nodded, "Yes, ma'am." I answered politely.
Madam Malkin then turned to my mother. "You may wait here while I fit up a robe for this young lady here." My mother said a thank you and sat down. "Follow me, my dear." She said to me and I followed her into the back of the shop. "There are a lot of students today, I suppose you all got your letter recently?"
"Yes, ma'am. I'm really excited. I've been dreaming of it since I know it existed." Madam Malkin chuckled at my answer. "I've got two other boys in the back, like I said a lot of students."
When we arrived I saw indeed two boys standing there. One boy was scrawny with raven black hair and green eyes. The other boy was pale with light blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
Harry POV (so I can describe Cassi better).
When Madam Malkin returned she had a girl following her. I looked at her with interest. When she walked in there was a sudden scent of the ocean, weird. Her waist length braided hair was black with auburn highlights and a single silver bang. She had a strong jawline and a perfect nose. Still, the most interesting thing about her were her irises, big, outlined with silver, with blue and brown specks swirling through the sea of green, as if the colours were moving. It also almost seemed like there were flames in it. She was pretty for an eleven year old, he couldn't deny that, she looked almost godly (a/n because I can).
"Hi," She said softly.
Back to Cassi POV
"Hi," I said softly.
"Hullo, also Hogwarts?" The boy with blonde hair asked.
"Yep." I said popping the 'p'.
"I guess it's your first year too?" The green eyed one asked me.
I nodded, "I'm pretty nervous," I admitted.
He nodded understandingly, "You're not the only one," He told me and I grinned at him.
"I'm not, really," The blonde said confidently, "Do you know what house you'll be in yet?"
"No," The preen eyed boy and I said at the same time.
"I don't mind to be honest. They all have their good and bad sides. I just hope to make friends there." I added.
The blonde boy spoke again but I zoned out. I looked at him in disgust and I decided that I didn't want to be in the same house as him. He was an arrogant git, if you'd ask me. So Slytherin was crossed of the list even though I'm the heiress of Slytherin. I was pulled out of my thoughts about the blonde when said boy suddenly said, "I say, look at that man!" A giant man was standing there, with messy brown hair and beard. He was grinning at the green eyed boy, pointing at the ice-creams in his hand.
I silently listened to their conversation. About the giant man named Hagrid and him working as a gamekeeper at Hogwarts. I saw in the green eyed boy's eyes that he started to like him less and less and I didn't blame him one bit. The blonde didn't seem to notice and kept talking. Ugh annoying prick, making bad remarks of people he doesn't even know. I interrupted the blonde before he could get even higher on my hate-list, "He looks like an amazing person if you'd ask me," I said more to the green eyed one than the blonde.
"yes, I think he's brilliant," Harry stated.
"Do you?" Said the blonde, with a slight sneer. 'Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"
"They're dead," Said the other shortly. I looked at the boy with sympathy.
"I'm sorry to hear that," I told him politely and he nodded as a thank you.
"Oh, sorry," The blonde also said but he didn't really sound like he meant it and then it came: he asked if they were our kind. So he's that kind of wizard. The raven haired boy told him his parents were wizards and then the blonde started complaining again, this time about people with no wizard parents.
What about your parents, anyway?" The blonde turned to me.
I pulled up my nose. "My mother is a witch and I can't remember my dad, I was told he's lost at sea."
"Oh, alright. What are your surnames?" The blonde asked but then we were interrupted by Madam Malkin.
"That's you done, my dear." The green eyed boy hopped, relieved, down from the footstool. He waved at me and I waved back. "See you at Hogwarts?" I nodded and grinned at him.
I didn't even try to talk to the blonde, I only gave him one my best glares. I knew his kind, the bullies who think they're better than every other person. His parents must be so proud of their arrogant git.
When I was done with the fitting for my uniform we bought a cauldron, a pack of crystal phials, a telescope – a silver one – and a set of brass scales (I wanted these in silver too but that wasn't allowed). We also bought some quills, ink – black and colour – and parchment scrolls.
"Can we get a wand now? Please, mummy?" I whined pulling my mum along with through the busy street. I threw her my puppy eye look and I knew she was sold.
'Of course, dear. I can't send you to Hogwarts without a wand, can I?" She said laughing about my excitement of getting my very own wand. "Ollivanders is right there," Mum said, pointing at a narrow and shabby shop. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 384 BC. One single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window. I walked in eagerly, finally I'd get my own wand.
A tinkling bell rang in the depths of the shop somewhere as we stepped inside. The place was tiny and empty except for a spindly chair my mother was sitting down on. I didn't dare to make a talk, the only sound I heard was the tapping of my foot on the dusty floor – damned ADHD – I got bored and decided to look around some more. Thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling.
"Welcome," Said a soft voice. I jumped up and turned to where I heard the sound from. An old man stood there, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.
"Hi," I said nervously. To be honest, the guy freaked me out a little. He looked up and his eyes, if it was possible, widened even more.
"Good God, Sallina Rid-"
"Jackson, it's Jackson" She interrupted. "Sally Jackson, I guess you know why I changed it?"
"But of course," He said nodding. "Oh, I still remember selling you your wand. Apple, unicorn hair, 13 and a half inches, rather flexible, wasn't it?" My mum nodded. Ollivander continued, "And I guess you're her daughter?" He asked turning back to me.
"Yes, Cassiopeia Jackson but everybody calls me Cassi." I answered.
"Now let's see Ms Ri-Jackson. What's your wand arm?" I put out my left arm, not saying anything, did he really almost called me Ms Riddle?
Ollivander pulled out along tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. He measured me from shoulder to finger, wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round my head. He did it as if he did it every day, which he probably did since it was his job but whatever.
As he measured , he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Ms Jackson. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."
"Why Mr Ollivander?" I asked curiously.
"The wand chooses the wizard," said Ollivander. "That much has always been clear to those of us who have studied wandlore."
I nodded as if I understood but it was exactly the opposite. Now I had thousand more questions.
After a minute I started to get annoyed since the tape measure started to measure my eyes on its own so I coughed to get Ollivander's attention. He barely looked up, "That's enough." And the tape measure fell on the ground.
Ollivander got a narrow box and handed me the wand in it. "This one, Oak, phoenix feather, eleven inches, rather bendy. Just wave it." I grabbed it but as soon as my fingers touched the wand he'd already snatched it away.
He handed me another wand. "Ash, dragon heart string, nine inches, quite whippy. Come on, wave it.' I waved it eagerly but again he snatched it out of my hand. This went on for a while and it felt like we already did the whole shop. I was afraid that there was no wand fitting for me. Ollivander studied me one more time and then his eyes fell on my eyes and suddenly he jumped up yelling, 'Of course! Wait here, I've got the perfect wand for you." He ran into the depths of the shop.
When he returned he was holding a sea-green box with silver markings on it. "A man once ordered me to make this wand and when I asked him for who it was supposed to be he told me I'd know. I almost know for sure you're the one." He opened the box carefully. "Pine, pegasus hair, twelve inches, nice and flexible." He handed me the wand and I felt power surge through my whole body. I waved the wand a blue, green and silver sparks flew out of the tip.
"Excellent Ms Jackson, that's eight galleons." When we paid Ollivander held me back. " I expect great things from you, Cassiopeia Jackson, seeing your ancestors did great things, some bad but still extraordinary." I nodded and walked out of the shop on a pace. I really didn't know what to think of him. I did know that if he'd be in the muggle world he'd already be arrested and put in an asylum. I giggled at the idea.
"We'll be getting an owl too, so we can keep contact when you're at Hogwarts," My mum told me and I jumped in excitement. When we entered the shop we were welcomed by a brown haired male who looked around the forty years old. He must work here, I thought to myself.
"Welcome to Eeylops Owl Emporium, may I help you?" The male employee asked. I was looking around and one owl really sprung out for me. I slowly walked to the owl and read the nametag – glad that there was a spell against dyslexia – it read Eurasian eagle-owl. It was a beautiful owl with yellow eyes and brown and white flecks on its head. I couldn't keep staring at him and apparently he couldn't stop looking at me. I won't tell you I know owls as good as I know snakes but he looked as if he wanted me to take him with me and I was happy to obey.
Meanwhile I heard my mum tell the employee that she wanted a strong, long-distance owl. I shook out of my daze and quickly ran to my mother, "Mum, I want that one. The one with the pretty yellow eyes. The Eurasian eagle-owl!" I pointed at the owl. "He likes me, really, can I have him please? I'll call him Zeus!"
The employee chuckled, "Well, that's convenient because I was about to recommend that very owl. So I guess you'll take him?"
My mum looked at me and I nodded like my life depended on it. She sighed and gave in. "Yes, we'll take Zeus."
After paying I was almost skipping of happiness. This day was perfect, we crossed the pets shop, Magical Menagerie, and saw this beautiful black cat with a white moon shaped on its forehead. I pulled mum's sleeve. "Mum, look at that beautiful cat. It has a moon on its head, bloody hell, she's so pretty. May I please have her too?"
"Alright, alright, but no more other pets, you hear me?" I nodded, grinning at the window. Once again I pulled her into a shop, this time to get a cat instead of a wand.
So yeah that was it, so yeah Cassi is still a little young for love relationships but is there any specific I should do? I was thinking maybe Fred? Or rather somebody else? Like a god or somebody from camp because she will go there. Also, I made a poll about the Hogwarts house Calli should be in.
And yeah, she doesn't like Draco, look at Percy's personality in the books. Percy hates bullies and even though Draco is awesome he's still a bully... so Calli doesn't like him, too since she kinda is Percy ya know? Only smarter.
Other thing: I was thinking of doing pjo/avengers (with fem!percy). I already started writing, should I post that one too?
Well, until next time. *salutes*