REVISED.

Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.

Kirsten's eyes snapped open at the sudden noise and the sharp pang that slammed her right and left temple simultaneously. Clutching her head in her heads, she closed her eyes and sunk lower in the soft sheets surrounding her as the strange noise and pain continued. The teenager had to bite her lip to stop herself from screaming, a small strangled cry escaping her lips instead as the beating sound continued.

Then just like that, it stopped.

She let out a shaky but relieved sigh, the sharp pain replaced with a dull pounding.

As Kirsten lied under the covers, she relived the memories of the first time this strange headache struck her the day she turned thirteen. It had to be one of the most painful days of her life.

And unfortunately for her, that was the first of many experiences she would have.

Another sigh escaped her lips as she remembered the dream that she had last night. A little part of her was glad that it was a dream, considering how incredibly ridiculous it all was, but the other part was mildly depressed since that amazing world wasn't real.

"Minister of Magic," she muttered, chuckling a bit at how wild her imagination must really be. Kirsten shifted her body, feeling the smooth and silky fabric of the sheets rubbing against her arm and realizing the mattress that she was lying in was not the lump of a cot at the orphanage. Frowning at the comfort of the mattress, the thirteen-year-old peeled off the sheets to find herself in the room that she dreamed about last night.

"But it wasn't a dream," she whispered, taking in the sight of the room before her. The incident at the orphanage, the Knight Bus, Harry, the Minister of Magic, the Trace, Tom, the dog … Sirius Black.

Her eyes spotted the now rumpled newspaper mixed in with the sheets. Pulling it out, she shifted uneasily in her spot as the still picture of the man, who called himself Padfoot, stared back at her.

A knock on the door broke her thoughts and she glanced at it before getting out of the bed.

Pulling open the door, Kirsten was met with a large middle of a man. All the swear words, that she learned to purposely piss off any adult, strung together in her mind as her eyes traveled up to see who or what this large person was. Running was definitely the first action to hit her mind.

She couldn't even find herself to take the simplest step back when beady black eyes met hers and she heard a sharp intake of breath from beneath the wildly tangled beard.

The largest hands that Kirsten has ever seen belonging to a human, reached out and before she could move, strong arms enveloped her in an embrace. She could feel the bones in her body cracking as the man squeezed her body before he placed her feet back on the floor.

"I can't believe it!" the giant of a man said. She couldn't exactly believe what she was seeing either. "Dumbledore sent me ter meet yeh and—"

He stopped after noticing the look of confusion on the girl's face.

"Sorry 'bout that, Kirsten," he apologized, smiling from behind his large beard. "Jus' the las' time I gave yeh a hug, yeh was jus' a lil baby and all. Onl' able ter fit in me hand," he explained.

Her grey eyes looked up at the man in shock. He held her when she was a baby?

That meant he had to know what happened to her.

Why she was in the orphanage in the first place.

And what had happened to her parents.

"Dumbledore sent me 'here ter give yeh yer letter and get yer Hogwarts supplies," he continued, digging around in the huge coat that covered his body.

Kirsten's eyes widened further at this new piece of information while the man pulled out a thick envelope. This was the school that Fudge mentioned to her last night. The Minister's letter last night must have alerted the headmaster that she was found, and now she was at this school...

"I'm going… to Hogwarts," she said, trying to make sense of what was going on.

"O' course!" the gigantic man exclaimed, smiling once again. Kirsten couldn't help the corners of her mouth twitching at the stranger's happy mood. The man had been excited to meet her. Her of all people. Nobody had ever expressed so much excitement to her before.

"And who exactly are you?"

"Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. I'm also the new Care of Magical Creatures professor," he said, adding the last line with a sense of pride. "But you can just call me Hagrid."

Hagrid held out the thick envelope to Kirsten and she accepted it, excitement bubbling inside of her.

Miss K. Carlisle
Room 12
The Leaky Cauldron

Quickly breaking the seal that was holding the flap of the envelope in place, Kirsten pulled out several thick pieces of paper.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of

WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Carlisle,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1st. You will be accepted in as a third year, under the circumstances that you are to receive extra lessons after your regular classes. Upon being a third year student, you will be permitted to visit the village of Hogsmeade on certain weekends.

Please give the enclosed permission form to your guardian to sign. We will await your owl no later than August 27th.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"Oh my God," she muttered in a mixture of fascination and disbelief, raking her eyes over the letter again. After reading it for the second time, the witch looked up at the giant man before her and noticed that he was chuckling at her reaction. "So this school is actually real?"

"As real as it gets, Kia," he said. Kirsten raised an eyebrow but smiled anyway at the nickname.

Her eyes roamed the room, where she spotted the newspaper, before landing back on Hagrid.

"So did you —"

A loud rumbling cut the rest of her sentence off and Kirsten stared at her stomach.

"I could answer yer questions over breakfast," he said, chuckling as he patted his own belly. "I could do fer some food meself."

Kirsten quickly got ready, the two of them heading down to the pub after several minutes. It didn't take long for Tom to bring out breakfast for the two of them.

"So you teach Care of Magical Creatures," she said, remembering what he said earlier. "What types of magical creatures are there?"

"There are loads of 'em, from dragons ter unicorns," he said enthusiastically. Kirsten shot up in fascination as she turned her head to see if he was being serious. "I always wanted me own dragon."

"Are there any at Hogwarts?"

"No, but I used ter have one a couple years back. His name was Norbert," he said, a faraway look in his beetle-black eyes. They both ate their food as he began to talk about the four Houses in Hogwarts.

A comfortable silence passed between them, Kirsten finishing up the remainder of her breakfast, when she remembered what she wanted to ask him.

"You said you held me when I was a baby so you must've known my parents," Kirsten said, noticing that he nodded his head a little uncomfortable. "What happened to them?"

He shifted in his seat at her question and she swore she saw something between sadness and anger flicker in his black eyes.

"Well erm — yer mum, she was murdered by You-Know-Who."

"Who?" she asked, baffled by his dark statement.

Her mother...was murdered?

Thousands of questions flew to her mind.

"Right, ya don't know much about the wizardin' world considerin' what happened to yeh," he said. "And I don't like sayin' the name if I can help it. No one does, actually," Hagrid added.

"It's fine, Hagrid," she told him, unsure why he would be fearful of a name,"you don't have to say the name."

"No, yeh should know his name. It's not right if yeh don't," he assured her. "His name was Voldemort," he said, shuddering as he said the name, "and he was — Harry!"

Hairy? Why would she care if he was hairy? Or maybe he was a werewolf...if those things even exist.

She noticed that the expression on Hagrid's face changed from one that was serious to happy, his eyes no longer on her. Following his gaze, Kirsten's eyes rested on the jet black haired boy she saw on the bus last night. She pushed the multitude of questions that entered her mind on her mother's death aside for the moment as she stared at the boy.

"Harry Potter, you were always odd but I guess this just explains it," she said, a small smile making its way on her face.

She could hardly believe that the boy was in front of her. He was rumored to be at St. Brutus's after all, not shacking up in a pub for wizards and witches.

The green eyed boy stared at her for what seemed like ages before he opened his mouth to speak.

"Kirsten? What are you doing here?"

"Hagrid's here to help the new Hogwarts student," she told him, pointing to herself. "Trust me, Harry, I'm just as surprised as you are."

"Well, you don't seem as surprised," Harry replied, the look of shock still adorning his face.

"Well, I am," she replied. "Do you go to Hogwarts too?"

Harry nodded. It seemed that he was too shocked to verbally respond.

"Yeh — yeh two know each other?" Hagrid asked, looking back and forth from Harry to Kirsten.

"I saw his cousin Dudley pushed him in the mud back in primary school and I punched the bastard in the nose," she told Hagrid, who still looked startled. She didn't know if the man did so because of her language or the fact that she knows the boy in front of them. "Friends ever since."

"Yeh're kiddin'!" he exclaimed.

The look Hagrid was giving the two was something she couldn't exactly decipher. It was as if he was thinking of something else entirely.

"I thought that was you on the bus. I was trying to talk to you afterward but you ran," he said, narrowing his eyes as he looked at her. "You knew it was me."

"Come on, Harry...Neville Longbottom? You couldn't come up with a better name?" she admonished lightly, but her lips curved up in a small smile all the same. She had so many questions to ask the boy. Did he go to Hogwarts when they were supposed to attend secondary school? What was the school like? Did that mean Dudley was a wizard too?

But those were questions she could ask him at another time. If they started school on September 1st, she figured they would have enough time to catch up. Instead, she turned her attention to the thick envelope next to her empty plate and pulled out the list she had read while eating.

"So, Hagrid where are we going to find all these things?" the witch asked, her eyes roaming the list of books and equipment.

"Yeh'll see," Hagrid said, turning to Harry, "and yeh'll be comin' with us o' course?"

"Definitely."

Kirsten was a little shocked to hear that. Of course, Harry Potter was her friend. They had known each other since they were five years old. They were the loners in their school and bullied by the other students. But she had always thought that Harry didn't like her for that very reason. His association wtih her had brought an even more intense bullying. Most of the children from the children's home attended the primary school, bringing their abuse from their home to the school. Harry was a victim by association.

Now here he was agreeing to go with them to get the items from her school list.

Getting to her feet, Kirsten went back up to her room grab her bag, thoughts racing. She couldn't help but think how oddly things suddenly came into place for her. The fact that the Minister of Magic was so sure that she was the Kirsten they were looking for. All she did was walk into a pub late in the evening and he was confident that it was her? Maybe it was her physical appearance. Did she look so much like her mother and father they were that certain?

She definitely stood out from a crowd, that was for sure. Her caramel complexion and black curly hair contrasted greatly with her light grey eyes. It wasn't that much of a great thing at all now that she thought of it. DuPont was always able to spot her in a crowd.

Or it could have a great deal with the necklace tucked under her shirt. Both the Minister and Sirius Black couldn't keep their eyes off it.

Kirsten made her way downstairs, where Hagrid and Harry were waiting for her. From there, they made their way through a backdoor into a small little alley, where a brick wall blocked any entrance or exit into the backdoor of the Leaky Cauldron.

The girl was about to open her mouth to sarcastically ask if the trash bin held all her school supplies, to close it when Hagrid pulled out a wand from his coat and tapped it against one of the many bricks. At the touch of his wand, the bricks began to move to the a side one by one and soon enough the brick wall was no more.

The wall just moved out of their way.

And that wasn't all.

The bustling market that stood beyond the wall as mesmerizing. Colorfully decorated shops stood alongside the cobblestone road, a throng of oddly dressed people bustling from shop to shop, talking amongst each other.

"Welcome," Hagrid said, "to Diagon Alley."

"Great isn't it?" Harry said.

"Great? It's…."

But Kirsten trailed off when her eyes landed on the snowy white building towerign over all the neighboring shops.

"I see Gringotts got yer attention," Hagrid said, smiling down at her. "Let's go and get yer money."

Too fascinated by the structure of Gringotts and the shops surrounding it, Kirsten didn't exactly take the time to comprehend what Hagrid just said. She turned her head left and right as they walked down the street, taking in all the various products being bought and sold.

"That's a goblin," Hagrid mumbled, nodding in the direction of a tiny being as they got closer to Gringotts. Kirsten noticed the height difference immediately, the creature was around two feet shorter than her resembling a child. But the swarthy, clever face that watched her carefully as he bowed down alerted Kirsten that he wasn't being to undermine just on their height.

"Yeh'd be mad to try and rob Gringotts," Hagrid told her as a pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors. Truth be told, these goblins weren't exactly the ones that Kirsten had imagined in her mind from fairy tales.

They looked much nicer in children books.

Kirsten took in her surroundings. There were about a hundred goblins weighing and examining mounds of coins and stones from behind a long counter in the large room while other goblins were leading people to other doors.

"Hagrid, why are we here?" Kirsten asked him.

"Yer parents left yeh money in their vault," the giant man said, smiling.

Her parents left her money... Did that mean her father was dead too?

Hagrid hadn't even

They walked towards one of the goblins behind the counter. The goblin peered down at the black haired witch before looking at Hagrid.

"We've come to take some money outta Miss Kirsten B —"

But Hagrid stopped suddenly, eyeing both Harry and Kirsten, before he leaned towards the goblin and muttered so low Kirsten couldn't catch a word he was saying.

The giant of a man started searching in his pockets and finally pulled out a key before he leaned into the goblin again, talking in a hushed tone.

"Funny," she whispered to Harry, her face not amused in the least, "he didn't finish saying my surname."

"Yeah," Harry replied, glancing around at the bank before landing on Kirsten. She noted the curiosity that was plain as day on his face. "And this is odd."

Kirsten glanced at her green eyed friend questionably.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when Hagrid first took me here we went to my vault to get my money," he said. "It doesn't look like we're going to your vault."

Sure enough, nearly five minutes of muttering to the goblin, Hagrid retrieved a large bag from the small being.

"We're not going to Kirsten's vault?" Harry asked, glancing at the witch.

"Erm — not today," Hagrid answered, handing Kirsten the bag. The sound of jingling change could be heard and Kirsten opened it to find mostly gold coins with a mix of silver and bronze. She pulled out one of each and Hagrid explained the currency as they walked out of the bank.

The curly haired witch looked back up at Hagrid after putting her money away. Over the past ten minutes or so, Kirsten had kicked her mind into overdrive. Her thoughts had been racing with reasons to why they weren't going to her vault like Harry had mentioned. Or why Hagrid had refused to say her surname aloud. But there was one thing she caught. Hagrid had slipped up when telling her name to the goblin. She had caught the first letter of her surname and not the C of Carlisle.

"Hagrid. What's my real surname? You were talking to that goblin so quietly, I couldn't hear."

Hagrid stopped in his tracks immediately, looking at her helplessly. It was a look Kirsten didn't think he'd have for such a simple question.

"I - uh - I'm afraid I can't tell yer at the moment, Kirsten. I er - that's sumthin' - well, the Ministry's gotta get some of yer stuff sorted out first. Tol' us not ter tell ya."

Kirsten blinked back in surprise at the words that tumbled out of the giant man's mouth.

He couldn't tell her her last name because of the Ministry? So information was being withheld from her for a reason that couldn't even be explained to her? What was so special about her parents and her family name that they couldn't even tell her?

"Well, do I have other family? Do I have any siblings? What about my father?"

At the mention of her father, he shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. Kirsten continued to press on, "Did that wizard kill him too?"

"Yeah, erm — somethin' like that," Hagrid replied, not looking her in the eyes. He cleared his throat once again, trying not to meet Kirsten's gaze. "Well, Kia, I'd hate ter leave yeh now that we've met but — there's some business I've got ter tend to. 'Sides, yer not gonna be alone, Harry'll help ya —"

"It's alright, Hagrid," she interrupted, smiling reassuringly at the man. It seemed like her father was a sore spot for him, and also for the Ministry, considering they made him promise not to divulge any information about her parentage to her. "See you at Hogwarts?"

"O' course," the giant man said, smiling at the young witch. "I'll be seein' ya two, then."

And with that the man walked into the crowd of people, leaving the two long lost friends alone.

"He left cause of my question, didn't he?"

"Yeah, he tends to slip out information that needs to be kept a secret," Harry replied in an instant. She glanced at the boy beside her to see a smile on his face.

"Really? Care to explain?"

"Well during my first year…." Harry began to explain his adventures during his first and second year with his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, while they both got their school supplies. To say Kirsten was surprised was an understatement. Hogwarts was sounding more and more like a death trap as Harry continued to relay the last two years to her.

"You almost died twice, Harry. What kind of bloody school is this?"

That made the bespectacled boy laugh as he shook his head. "It's pretty safe. I just think I have rotten luck."

There was a massive snake in the basement for hundreds of years and no one noticed?

But she didn't bother bringing that up, instead looking to change the subject to more important matters.

Like the star bullies of the school.

"So Slytherin house is no good, and Malfoy's the biggest ass of them all?" Kirsten said, making sure her summation of the Slytherin house was correct. Harry confirmed with a grin and nod of his head as they walked out of Madam Malkin's shop. "Hagrid told me about the whole Gryffindor and Slytherin hatred while over breakfast. So, what would you do if I'm sorted into Slytherin?"

"You won't be," Harry said immediately.

"C'mon, Harry," Kirsten said rolling her eyes. "I'm pretty cunning if I do say so myself."

"I don't know. It'd be kind of weird to have a friend sorted in Slytherin…"

"So not one Slytherin is friends with a Gryffindor?"

"Not one," Harry confirmed with a shake of his head. "Let's go and get your wand," he added, tilting his head in the direction of a shabby and narrow building some meters away. Kirsten noted the peeling gold letters over the door read:

Ollivander's: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC

A bell chimed, signaling their arrival when they entered the dimly lit shop. It didn't take long for a frizzy haired man with pale eyes to pop up from the back shelves, surprising Kirsten. She sighed inwardly.

She really had to rethink the places she found herself in.

Getting her wand or not, Kirsten did not want to get use to old men greeting her in dimly lit rooms.

"Mr. Potter, a pleasure to meet you again and —"

The shopkeeper stopped to a halt as he looked Kirsten over, his face perplexed at first before giving her a kind smile. "And your name is?"

"Kirsten Carlisle," she told him.

She didn't miss the doubtful look that crossed his face, however, his smile returned once again.

"Which is your wand arm, dear?" he asked, pulling out a long measure tape with silver markings.

"Your right," Harry mumbled to her. Kirsten repeated it to Ollivander and held out her arm for him to measure. The tape magically unraveled and began to measure from her shoulder to her finger by itself while Mr. Ollivander began flitting around shelves, taking down boxes.

"So what's a wand made out of besides wood?" she asked him.

"Well, Miss Carlisle, every Ollivander wand has a core of powerful magical substances," he said as the tape continued to measure from her wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and around her head. "We use heartstrings of dragons, unicorn hairs, and phoenix tail feathers. So no two wands are ever the same. And by using another wizard's wand you will never get such good results as you would with your own."

He appeared suddenly in front of the grey eyed witch with several boxes, the tape measure crumpling to the ground.

"Now, let's see…try this," he said, handing her a thin brown wand. "Holly and unicorn hair. Fourteen inches. A bit bendy —"

He snatched it from her hand before she could even have a chance to wave it.

"Definitely not — here, try this," he said, handing her a much shorter wand. "Cherry wood and phoenix feather. Eight inches. A bit more —"

And once again, he snagged the wand from her hand. She quickly glanced at Harry who shrugged at her with an amused look on his face.

It felt like hours of Ollivander handing and snatching wands from her hands until his pale eyes stared into her own. His lips curved upward into a small smile and Kirsten had half a mind to ask him if he needed to be admitted into a special ward of sorts.

"Could it be? I wonder —" he hurried off into the back of the shop.

Coming back, his hands were holding onto an old wooden box with engravings that she couldn't decipher. He opened the lid, revealing an ebony wand, a small golden design resembling a bird etched in the handle. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the design. It resembled the pendant resting just below her breast bone. The very same necklace that caught both the Minister and Sirius Black's attention.

Ollivander held out the wand for Kirsten to take. Something warm consumed her body as she held onto this wand that she didn't feel with the others. The warm sensation that spread from her fingertips caused her to the grip the wand tightly in her hand, as a bright golden color swirled from the tip of the wand encircled her. It felt as if she was being accepted.

In the seconds that the light enveloped her, it suddenly vanished, the warmth still emanating within her body.

The witch looked at Ollivander and realized something.

"Not going to snatch it this time, are you?"

"No...no, not at all," he confirmed in awe, staring at the young girl before him. "And your last name is Carlisle, my dear?"

"I don't actually know," Kirsten said, remembering the surname Hagrid was about to say aloud at Gringotts. "I'm an orphan."

The man nodded his head, not saying another word, but Kirsten wanted some answers.

"I - this design on the wand... it looks like this pendant I have. Do you happen to know what this is? It's some kind of bird," Kirsten said, reaching into her shirt and pulling out the remaining part of the necklace. She didn't miss the sharp inhale the man took as his pale eyes widened staring at the pendant in her hand.

"I never thought I'd live to see the day," the man breathed out, eyes now on hers, "My dear, that symbol is a bird...a phoenix to be more specific. And that pendant you have...where did you get it?"

He was curious, but Kirsten noted the edge in his voice.

"I figure I got it from my parents. My caretaker said that was around my neck when she found me as a baby," the curly haired witch responded.

She could practically see the gears turning in his head as he looked - no - examined her.

"Dear, that pendant around your neck belongs to an ancient bloodline and the symbol of a powerful race of wizards."

"Sorry?" Kirsten was confused now. Did he just say ancient and powerful?

"They are called the Simurgh."

"Who? Or what are they?" she asked him, questioning why something like this would be in her possession.

"I'm afraid that not much is known about them, the last of them were seen during the war with You-Know-Who."

There was that no-name man again. The same man that Hagrid was no doubt referring to back at the Leaky Cauldron.

Voldemort.

He had started a war?

Was that the reason why so many feared saying his name?

And what were Simurghs? Why did she have a pendant belonging to them? Why were they last seen during the war?

She didn't know she'd ever feel so desperate to have a book on hand at the moment. One that could give her the answers she needed. The man standing before her seemed to know so much but so little at the same time. It frustrated her.

"Thanks, then," she said, reaching for the bag full of money Hagrid had given to her, "how much for the wand?"

"There is something else. That wand happens to be one of the first wands ever made in this shop," the old wizard informed her, gesturing towards the wand in her hand. Kirsten's mind instinctively flashed to the sign in her mind recalling it's establishment in 382 BC, and her eyes watched the man curiously.

That made her wand over two thousand years old.

"Now, every wand can produce magic, weak or strong, from any wizard. But this wand, here, is different," he said. "It is legend that a prophecy was made long ago about the owner of this wand. That the owner was both cursed and blessed. They would wield powers beyond one's imagination. I am certain there is more about this legend but I'm afraid I don't know the entire story. However, there is one thing you should know…

"Not one person was able to perform magic with this wand," he said, eyes flickering from the wand to Kirsten, "until today."

As Kirsten and Harry walked out of the shop, the witch couldn't help but turn around to glance at the sign over the door; the founding date of the store caught her eye once again. She had tried to get out of the shop as quickly as possible. The way the old man looked at her. She could tell he was withholding information from her.

"You don't think he was serious, do you?" she asked the green eyed boy by her side.

"He did look —"

She didn't hear the rest of Harry's words as a force hit her hand, bags toppling to the floor.

"Watch where you put your bags!" a voice spat out at her. Her brow furrowed in anger at the rude voice.

"How about you watch where you're walking," she retorted, grabbing her newly acquired items with Harry's help. "Damn prick."

"Now, now Draco. No need to be rude to others," she heard a voice drawl out. Placing her robes back in the bag, Kirsten reached for the box that held her wand which was now open and next to a pair of black shoes. The box rose up in the air and her eyes traveled up to meet the sight of a polished man. Kirsten stood up to see that the man's long platinum blond hair was tied back, allowing her to get a look at his sharp features.

The man's grey eyes stared down at his hand, or more specifically the box that held her wand. Movement behind him caught her attention and she saw who she suspected was the one who yelled at her. The boy represented much of his the older man with the same sharp features, platinum blond hair, and regal stature. There was no mistaking that the duo were father and son.

The blond man's eyes tore away from the box, landing on Harry with a coldness she didn't know was possible.

"We meet again, Harry Potter," the man said softly, the edge in his tone was subtle. His eyes traveled over to Kirsten and they widened slightly as he looked her over. "And who is this?"

"Kirsten Carlisle," she replied. "And do I get the pleasure of knowing yours?"

"Lucius —"

"Malfoy," she said quietly, interrupting him. She knew Malfoy junior's name sounded familiar when his father addressed him. Her eyes observed the arrogant git before landing on Lucius Malfoy.

"So I take it young Potter here has told you about me?" the elder Malfoy said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, you can't exactly leave the villains out of the story," Kirsten told him, holding out her arm. Her eyes locked onto his and she couldn't deny the intensity at which the man was looking. A glint flashed in his eyes as Kirsten raised an eyebrow in a form of retaliation.

If he thought she would budge, he was sorely mistaken. She was used to the intimidation tactics from adults.

Kirsten held out her hand, eyes shifting to the box in his hand. The man complied, wordlessly placing the box containing her wand in her hand.

"A good beating or two should straighten your spawn out."

She ignored the glare Draco Malfoy sent her way as she turned to Harry, signaling for the two of them to leave.