The Girl Everybody Forgot

By Raekitty13

Disclaimer: I don't have a British Accent- unless I feel like seeing how many odd looks I can get in geometry

Author's Notes: Thank you KRP, I made a bit of a mistake. You didn't screw up. I'm sorry, but this is taking on the spin of a full fledged AU, I'm going to change Oliver Wood's birthday, he's now only three years older than Harry, and one year older than Cali. I'm sorry, math isn't my strong point and I get confused enough with out made up characters and real ones. Is everybody okay with the change of Oliver's birthday? I hope so. Sorry to disappoint you, but yes… you will have to wait!!! Everybody else, please enjoy!!! Btw, I love reviews!!! (Even if you're shouting at me, lol)

Other notes of importance:

---: Indicates passing time.

Bold lettering is Cat Speak if not an Author's Note or title.

Thank yous: KRP- I'm really glad you reviewed again!!! Thank you ever so much!!! I truly enjoy your reviews!!! They are ever so helpful! Luna32- KRP says you shout too much in your reviews. lol Thank you for your review. Hermonine- Thank you ever so much for your review! All of you: You are all the best, thank you ever so much!!!

Chapter Five- Ollivander's

"I want to hear this!" Kelsey demanded. "What happened?"

"Not much." I said feeling my cheeks grow red.

"Of course not, dear." Mrs. Fewer said smiling at my blush.

"Story time!" Kelsey shouted happily.

"He took me to the ice-cream shop and bought me an ice-cream Sunday." I said. "The end."

"Someone sounds disappointed." I had to smile at Mrs. Fewer's remark. Was I disappointed?

"No, that's not good enough, I want to hear it all!" Kelsey said.

"I-"

"Word for word."

"Fine." I glared at her.

"Only being a good best friend. You can't keep secrets from me anymore!"

Again I had to smile. She was right, even though when Kelsey had first to the orphanage, she had seemed like the last person to become a close friend, in all of my Hogwarts excitement we had really bonded.

"You have to start from exactly when we left you two at the book store, too." Kelsey added.

"A bit demanding aren't you?" I asked jokingly.

"Not at all." Kelsey replied smiling.

"Okay," I said, again my face flushing slightly. Just thinking of Oliver made me smile, but thinking of our first date… "As soon as you left…

"Oliver asked me to go to the Ice Cream Parlor down the road.

He led me to a shop called Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. It was a cute little shop with seats outside with umbrellas over the tables and such. It was perfect for a date, but more importantly it was perfect as a place to get to know people better.

Oliver smiled shyly again and pulled my seat out for me. I giggled and said, "You don't have to be all formal. It's just ice cream."

"Right." He said blushing slightly. "So, are you Muggle-born?"

"I-I don't know." I replied. "I don't know much about my past. I was hoping that by attending Hogwarts I would find out more about my family."

"That sounds reasonable." He said with a faint smile. "What do you know about Hogwarts?"

"Not much, and neither does Kelsey, she's American!"

"That's what I figured, I mean her accent kind of gave her away. No offense to her or anything."

"Why would she find that offensive?" I asked.

"I'm not sure." He admitted. "But I figured I'd say that to remain on the safe side."

I smiled. "Tell me about your family, Oliver. Are you Muggle-born?"

"Nope. My mom and dad are both magical. I'm an only child and I don't really have any pets. I have lots of aunts and uncles though. About twenty cousins total on both sides… hmmm what else can I tell you about my family?"

"Tell me what your mother and father are like." I said quietly. "I'd like to know what a normal family is like, seeing as how I've never known one."

"Well, my mom and dad get up around six o'clock every morning, my dad gets ready for work and my mom makes him-and me- breakfast and I don't know. My mom and dad are so loving: to me, and to each other. It's kind of hard to explain, maybe I can show you sometime if you want to come to my house over the summer or something."

"That'd be cool, if the Orphanage Mistress will let me go, that is." I was blushing slightly at the thought of going to his house.

"So you live in an orphanage?"

"Yeah, I was told that I arrived at the Orphanage, talking to a several cats, one was a Calico and the other was a large orange tom. I kept calling the orange one, Blaze. I was only three years old when I showed up and nobody came to clam me as their daughter, so after five years we were all forced to assume my parents had died or really didn't want me."

"I'm sorry." He said quietly. "What if they simply left England, thinking you were the one that died?"

"I tried to believe that for a really long time. But I've had this nightmare. It's always the same. I- don't ask me to explain them though. I can't remember them at all. All I know when I wake up is that I was dreaming of my Mom and Dad, and that something terrible happened."

"Wow. I'm sorry."

"Not your fault." I said shivering slightly.

Oliver smiled slightly. "Flashbacks?"

"I wish. I mean- I'd love to remember my past. But all I can remember really when I think of those nightmares is the fear, the stomach churning, heart stopping, head dizzying fear."

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I wish I could help."

"You can!" I said suddenly, smiling broadly.

"I can?" He asked rather confused.

"Yeah! Blaze told me that in order to discover my past; I need to go to Hogwarts. The key to the mystery is at Hogwarts. You can teach me everything you know about Hogwarts!"

"I can't teach you everything I know about Hogwarts now! There isn't enough time."

"Oh."

"I know, tomorrow on the train you and your friend Kelsey can sit with me and my friends on the Hogwarts Express. We'll all take turns telling you all we know about it."

"Really?" I didn't quiet believe him.

"Yeah, but right now we'd better start heading over to Ollivander's." And that's it." I finished.

"That's it?" Kelsey demanded. "That's it! No wonder you were disappointed! Didn't you talk about anything on the way to Ollivander's?"

"No." I said with a smile. "AND I'm not disappointed."

"Of course not, Dear." Mrs. Fewer happily replied, a twinkle in her eye. "He invited you to another date."

"Not really a date." I said with a blush.

"No, not at all!" Kelsey remarked sarcastically catching on to what her aunt was hinting.

"How is it a date if his friends are all going to be there an-" I stopped. That was mean. I didn't mean for it to sound mean! I really wanted Kelsey to be there.

"And me? How could it be a date if I was there?" Kelsey demanded. Then she smiled seeing my expression. "You two would need a chaperon, there for you would need me."

I smiled, sticking my tongue out at her. "Ew! What on earth could the two of us be doing that would require a chaperon?"

"That's rather the point, darling." Mrs. Fewer said smiling. "There are plenty of things the two of you could be doing without a chaperon, but as long as you have one, it weeds out the disgusting stuff."

"Great. Kelsey, you're so coming with me. We're going to strictly make new friends and learn about Hogwarts!"

"Right." Kelsey said, I couldn't tell if she was being truthful or sarcastic.

"Girls, we have to be to King's Crossing by eleven o'clock, I suggest we get your wands and then head to the Leaky Cauldron for dinner." Mrs. Fewer interrupted and we entered the shop.

"Hello. You've been standing outside a while." Came a soft voice from the back of the store.

Kelsey and I exchanged looks. "I-I was explaining something."

"Did this something include that good looking young man named, I do believe his name is, Oliver Wood? Correct?" He came out of the back of the shop, his pale sliver eyes shining mischievously.

"You know Oliver?" I asked surprised.

"I do indeed. Little Miss, do you see any other wand shops about?"

"No, sir. But to remember his name, he was in here last year, not this year. It just surprised me, that's all." I replied.

"It surprised you that I could remember his name, dear girl I could tell you every wand I've ever sold and to whom I sold it to." Mr. Ollivander said glaring at me. "Lily Evans used a Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, willow wand. Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Games at Hogwarts had a rather bendy, sixteen-inch wand. And as for your friend, Oliver Wood, he bought a Cedar, nine and three-quarters inch wand."

"Wow," I muttered making a mental note to ask Oliver who Lily Evans was tomorrow on the train. "That's pretty amazing how you remember all that stuff."

"Amazing? Dear child, this is not amazing, it is simply my life." He said with a wave of his hand.

At his invitation my gaze swept across his shop. It wasn't large but it wasn't small either. It was crammed from floor to ceiling with shelves stocked to the gills of long narrow boxes. The late afternoon sunlight filtering in through the front and only windows displayed wonderfully the dancing particles of dust in the air.

"Wow," I muttered again.

"But on to introductions. I am Mr. Ollivander. Who are you two?" He asked, left hand out for a shake.

"I'm Kelsey Brawning." Kelsey said taking his hand with a smile.

"And I'm Cali." I said shaking his hand. "Cali Katz."

"Something tells me you are not telling me the truth." He said not letting go of my hand, staring into my eyes as if daring me to tell him the truth. If only I could.

"It's the only truth I know, sir." I replied confidently.

"That it is." There was an odd glint in his eyes. "Make sure when you find that magic key and unlock your past, to come back here and share it with me, there is something special about you, Cali."

"Yes, sir." I said wondering what could be so special about me- other than the fact that I can talk to cats. I mean- we never told him that I could speak to cats. So what was he talking about?

"Now, you girls didn't come here to chit-chat. On to the wand selecting." He said beginning to wander around the many dusty shelves. Turning back towards Kelsey and I he added, "Although, it really is the wand that chooses the Wizard, or in this case, the Witch. Miss Brawning, you first."

I watched him pull box after box down from the shelves. It took Mr. Ollivander forever to find a wand for her, or rather her for a wand. None of them seemed to like her. One of them even burnt her. Mr. Ollivander's spirit wasn't to be crushed so easily.

"Kelsey, where did you say you were from?" He asked suddenly placing what must have been the three-hundredth wand box back.

"America." She said nursing her burnt finger. "Why?"

"Why? I was looking in the wrong section! That's why." He said.

"Section? There's organization to this mess?" she demanded warily.

"Mess?" Mr. Ollivander's eyes flashed. "I have half a notion to send you out into the street."

"Mr. Ollivander," I butted in quickly. "You said you were looking in the wrong section- does that mean you have separate sections for different nations?"

"Sort of." He said turning to me. "But not really. Normally the only people to attend Hogwarts are the people who are born in Europe. But sometimes people are destined to come to my shop, it's the wand calling them- and because the wand is calling so hard, I know these Witches or Wizards are coming from a long distance to be united with their destiny. There for I set them aside. Here we go."

While he had been explaining he had disappeared behind many rows of shelves. Now he had reappeared carrying six wand boxes. Some of them looked quite old while others seemed brand new. The box that interested me the most was a black box. It almost seemed to be squirming- it had to be the streetlights playing tricks.

"I can tell you can see the wand's anxiety, too, Cali." Mr. Ollivander said to me approvingly as he took off the lid.

Removing the cleaning cloth he handed the wand to Kelsey handle up. She grasped the wand firmly and a slight breeze blew through the room, blue stars shooting from the end of her wand. Kelsey looked be-dazzled. I looked on in amazement.

"Ah, yes, there is something magical indeed about the union of a Witch and her wand." Mr. Ollivander remarked. "Measure."

I smiled at his play on words. I barely noticed as a yellow measuring tape began to measure my arm length and such as it had earlier for Kelsey.

"You're turn, Cali." He said re-boxing Kelsey's wand. "Wrap!" he said to some paper sitting on the counter and to my amazement, it did just as he said. To Kelsey he said, "That will be seven gallons, Miss Brawning."

"Cali, are you ready?" He asked excitement lighting his other wise cold eyes. "Your future is about to bond with you past. Fate is about to judge you, life as you know it will never be the same."

He held out the first wand for me to take, handle up. My future waiting for me to grasp it firmly in both hands and sweep me off my feet. I reaching out with my left hand, grabbed onto one of the many I was bound to try.

"I'm ready."

Author's Notes: I'm so so so so sooo sorry it took so long to update, almost a month! I also apologize for all of the mistakes you must have found! Can you find it in your hearts to forgive me and review? It would be greatly appreciated! As always- predictions, corrections and questions are welcome!