A/N: We dont own HP
Ashley: HELLO(:
Karlene: Hola! Oh! I speak REAL Spanish now!
Karlene: Me llamos Karlene!
Ashley: Sorry everyone for the delay of this chapter!
Karlene: It was my fault! =(
Karlene: I suck.
Ashley: well...
Ashley: i was gonna say that we were busy with school...but that works too(: haha JK and you dont suck(:
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Ashley: thank you :D
Karlene: OK, our chapters won't be out as often because... I'm in HIGH SCHOOL! But that means more work. BOO HOO
Ashley: and I'm in MIDDLE SCHOOL which also means more work...boo. OK, ON WITH THE CHAPTERRRRRR
Karlene: WAIT...u forgot your hoo
Ashley: im good(: say goodbye Karly
Karlene: NEVER!
Ashley: SAY IT
Karlene: OH! before I forget, someone thought Ashley's scar was similar to Harry's or at least that's what they implied...and WOW. XD
Ashley: yeahh
Karlene: That idea would be pretty unoriginal!
Ashley: i know right?so yeahh, just to let you know, its NOTHING. N-O-T-H-I-N-G! WHAT DOES THAT SPELL? :D
Karlene: No idea
Ashley: ...
Ashley: BYE EVERYONEE(:
Karlene: wait
Ashley: -_-
Karlene: el sies de Octubre! That's today's date in Spanish!
Karlene: Later peeps! =)
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Karlene: BYE! Enjoy the chapter! or don't, I don't really give a damn!
Ashley: haha OH and my b-day was last friday(: Now for reals BYE(:
Karlene: *mutters* I never said Goodbye. Teehee.
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Karly's POV
My eyes were already watering when I opened my door to find a tall, thin, and very old man, 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. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. It took everything in my power not to scream at the fright of someone sitting on my bed as if it were the most normal thing in the world to do. I gulped silently.
"Umm, hello, sir?" I said in my politest tone, feeling a little scared a little frightened and a little confused. Dumbledore smiled, before replying in a very…wise…tone. "I'm incredibly sorry if I frightened you. My name is Albus Dumbledore. Well, my full name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, but you may refer to me as Professor Dumbledore. I am-" He started before I interrupting him.
"Headmaster of Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm-" I started but this time it was his turn to interrupt.
"Karly Michaels, one of the newest additions to our school. I see you received your letter." Dumbledore smiled again, this time with a twinkle in his eye.
"Wait…I-I can't go." I replied sadly. The smile that Professor Dumbledore had created on my face along with his entry was fading fast. "My father, Phil… He won't let me go." I continued, my eyes watering yet again. Professor Dumbledore now looked determined, the twinkle leaving his eyes.
"Do you wish to go to Hogwarts, Miss Michaels?" He asked me, a look of utmost seriousness firmly on his face. "Yes. Yes. I wish nothing more than to Hogwarts!" I smiled at the thought. The smile returned to Dumbledore's face.
"Then I shall make it so. I shall return shortly" He said before swiftly leaving the room. I stood frozen in place. Was Dumbledore…could even Dumbledore, this man who seemed so amazing and wonderful and wise…accomplish what no one ever could do? Change Phil's mind? I figured that he would be a good 50 minutes before finally giving up a lost cause, but he returned in 10…I guess he doesn't exactly have much time for one little eleven-year-old. I was about to apologize for wasting his time when Dumbledore said with pride in his voice
"Well, Miss Michaels, I expect to see you at King's Cross on the Hogwarts' Express September 1st. The train leaves at 11 AM sharp so I'd try to get there early." He smiled at the look of pure shock on my face as he said this.
"Y-y-you mean I-I-I" I started stuttering before Dumbledore interrupted me again.
"Yes. I convinced your father. It took a good 10 minutes, but he listened to…reason in the end. Well, I must be off. I shall see you very soon. Goodbye Miss Michaels." He said before handing me a slip of paper that looked oddly like a ticket and disappearing. It must be a wizard thing… But I swear before he vanished he had a weird look on his face that I just couldn't place. But instead of dwell on this like I should have, after placing the ticket on my dresser, I leaped in excitement. I was going to Hogwarts! Next, I lay down in my bed thinking of how today went from running from Phil to going to a school of magic run by an…interesting Headmaster. I fell asleep and dreamt of a women screaming and a baby crying. Then I saw a flash of light and a man voice saying "It's for the best. This life will be better for her. Better than a life with me." Then I saw an apple with a bite out of it and guy with fire-red hair, before finally waking up.
I woke up this morning for the first time without the fear of getting hurt. But what bothered me so much was that no matter how hard I tried I couldn't remember ANY of my dream. But I cheered myself up by thinking, Phil couldn't hurt me, and if he tried, I could turn him into a weasel or something! I jumped up and got slowly dressed enjoying the change. I ran downstairs skipping every other stair. When I arrived in the Kitchen. Phil looked up at me and glared. He held the glare before finally muttering just loud enough for me to hear,
"We're going to get your…" He paused to wrinkle his nose in disgust. "School supplies. We're leaving in two minutes. Hurry and grab any money you have because I'm not paying." He growled.
"Yes, sir." I replied like I always did. He didn't seem to be afraid of me, so I needed to act normally and act afraid, even if I really wasn't. I ran upstairs to grab my piggy bank. It had exactly $924 saved up. I bet you're wondering how a kid my age has that much money saved up. Well, every year Phil and Carrie go on vacation for a month. And every day since I was 5 I helped with chores, and when I turned 8 I started babysitting along with chores. So, I've just been saving up…a lot. As I clutched the piggy bank and a bag I kept in my closet I ran to the sidewalk, but the car was gone! I saw the car backing out of the driveway. It looked like he was trying to drive off without me! I stared at the car wanting nothing more than it to stop! Suddenly, like magic, it stopped. I smiled and ran to the car and jumped in. The second I closed my car door the engine started again. Phil glared at me like it was my fault…which it actually was. I smirked internally at the fact that I was fighting back, no matter how subtly. Phil drove around until he stopped at a place called "The Leaky Cauldron". Phil then threw a slip of paper into my lap. The top half was ripped off, but the bottom part said
Dear Karly,
Your father should have given you this piece of paper and dropped you off in a street near numerous shops. If you look around, you will find "the Leaky Cauldron". Enter the shop and speak to the bartender Tom. Tom shall direct you in the right path if you tell him you are a Muggle-born. He will direct you towards Diagon Alley where you will purchase your school things. Also, keep that ticket I handed you, it will help you get on the train on September 1st. Have a wondrous day and I hope to see you soon.
Yours Truly,
Albus Dumbledore
I jumped out of the car and headed towards the Leaky Cauldron storing the note in my pocket when I heard a shout of 2'o clock from the car as it sped away. I checked the clock on the wall outside another shop, and it was Noon. I had 2 hours remaining. When I entered the Leaky Cauldron my first thought was that is seemed "dark and shabby" inside it also seemed like a grubby-looking pub.
"Why, hello!" said a guy. He must be the bartender. I smiled. "Hi, I'm Muggle-born, so-" I started but he held up his hand to silence me.
"Say no more. Got plenty of Muggle-borns coming in here. Follow me." He said as he led me through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard. He then took his wand and taped the brinks numerous times. It seemed like a type of password or pass code as he hit the bricks with his wand, because once he finished the brick wall…sort of opened you could say. I stared at it in awe for a minute before Tom cleared his throat. I snapped out of it quick.
"Yes, that's most of the reactions; you Muggle-borns aren't exactly used to magic. Would you care for me to escort you to Gringotts, Miss?" He asked politely. He seemed nice.
"No, I'll be fine; I have all my money here in my piggy bank which is in this bag. I'll be fine." I said smiling as I walked forward into Diagon Alley I heard Tom say something I didn't quite catch as I stared at the wonder that is Diagon Alley. I looked around for a minute until I spotted Gringotts. I kept walking and looking around until I was at the front doors. I smiled and looked up; it looked like a sort of bank. I walked inside and walked straight up to a goblin. I smiled, but he didn't return the favor.
"Yes, Miss?" He asked politely. I cleared my throat suddenly getting a little nervous, this was the first magical creature I'd encountered in the wizarding world and I wanted to make a good impression on his kind and any other magical creatures similar to him.
"I'm Muggle-born. I have Muggle money and I assume I need a different currency for the wizard world." I said, smiling feebly. He looked at me as if believing I was lying.
"Yes…of course. How much money do you have? I will make the exchange." He said. So, I picked up my bag threw it on the ground, heard it shatter and then navigating around the broken pieces of glass piggy grabbed all my money in my hand.
"I have 924 American dollars; can you make that exchange, and tell me the exchange rate please?" I asked politely. His face was pure shock for about 5 seconds before he shook it off and got a look of pure concentration on his face, obviously calculating my exchange.
"Your wizard currency is 91 Galleons, 12 Sickles and 25 Knuts. The gold ones are Galleons. Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle. It's easy enough, even for a child." He told me. "Would you like a vault? I would not recommend carrying around that type of money." He asked trying to carry all my Muggle money at once, but struggling.
"Yes, please." I replied. Smiling at the fact that at least one magical creature didn't hate me. So, we started my vault, I got my currency for the school year and then headed out of Gringotts with a smile on my face. I was actually doing this. I leaped for joy internally. I looked around Diagon Alley and spotted a shop. It was called Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions. I saw robes on my list so I decided to walk in there to get my robes. When I entered the shop I saw a girl also trying on robes, and stood next to her while I waited for Madam Malkin to come and dress me in my robes. The girl looked very familiar for some reason. Karly was already working out rude things to say to her if she attempted to talk to Karly, when she remembered, she didn't have to hide anymore, she could make friends because she'd live at Hogwarts and no where near Phil, so she decided to start a conversation with this girl, hopefully this girl could be her first friend.
"Hi, my name is Karly Michaels! And you are?" I asked nervously, trying to avoid biting my lip.
"Hermione." She muttered before looking at the floor. Now I was confused, but I just shook it off and tried again.
"Nice to meet you, are you going to Hogwarts?" But she merely nodded and avoided my eyes. Now I was really confused. "Excuse me, Hermione, but who the heck do you think you are? I'm trying to be friendly, but no offense, you're acting like a bitch!" I told her angrily.
"You don't remember do you?" She asked me, wait...huh? Remember...what? When she saw my bewilderment she just sighed. "Remember? We were seven years old?" She asked. Seven years old? I thought for a minute before remembering what had happened between me and Hermione all those years ago.
*Flashback*
It was just like any other Monday except for one thing, and that thing's name was Hermione Granger. She was the new girl, if I was a normal girl, with a normal life then I would have talked to her and we could have became best friends! But I'm not normal, I'm abused, and that means that when she went to sit with me that day at lunch I hated what had to do.
"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger. I'm new, but you probably already knew that." She asked me. She seemed bossy, but I could see inside that she meant well, but I was pretty good at reading people, but people would have overlooked that. When I didn't reply she kept talking, obviously not being discouraged by my silence. "It's nice to meet you. What was your name again?" She asked, but I already knew what I needed to say and hated it.
"Well," I began, "My name is Karly Michaels, and it's obvious what you're doing. You wanna be friends. So...cute. But I'm not a charity case. Why doesn't Miss 'Hello, I'm Hermione Lamer' go and find another table where another lame girl might want to be her friend. Buh-bye." I finished as I took one last sip of milk and took my food tray to the trash bin.
I hated that I had to do that because she was a nice girl, but if I let her down easy, she'd try being my friend until I gave in, she'd figure it out...and my whole world would fall apart. I would be sent to an orphanage and would have to start my whole life over. But like I said, I'm going to be fine...hopefully. Because this way, Hermione would not approach me again, she would leave me be, and she would be safe.
*End of Flashback*
"Oh. Yeah...I remember now. Hermione, you know what it was like, I was freaking out. My magic...everything. I was lying, I thought I couldn't be close to anyone, I thought everything that was happening made it impossible for me to be able to have any friends at all. Please, will be my friend?" I mostly lied. But it was close enough; I was scared to get close to her. I was scared to get close to anyone at all.
"Really?" Hermione asks, a small smile beginning to form on her lips. I smiled too; maybe I could have my first friend? "Well, looks like you have you first friend." She said, and we both laughed and hugged. It was actually my first hug. Only five minutes and Hermione seemed like my sister. We talked for a while, and after about fifteen minutes, you'd think we were sisters. We got the rest of our school things, and then when her parents came to pick her up I waited for Phil. She talked with her parents for a minute and then ran over to me.
"Do you want to spend the night at my house? It could be fun!" She said smiling. I quickly nodded my head, when suddenly Phil pulled up.
"Be right back, 'Mione." I said, and ran over to Phil praying he was in a good mood.
"Dad, can I go to a friend's house?" I asked, purposely shoving my wand out of my pocket and into his view.
Phil spotted the wand, glared at me, and muttered, "Fine. Be back tomorrow." And he drove off. I ran back to 'Mione telling her the news, and climbed into the van with Hermione and her parents.
I knew this "witch" thing would be the start of my new life, and it turned out I was right. It was the start of new friendships, new relationships and my new life.
Ashley's POV
As we got ready for our trip to Diagon Alley, I was bursting with excitement. I couldn't wait to finally be able to shop there! For years, I've gone shopping with my mom there but for her supplies, not mine. So naturally I was tugging on my parents' sleeves to hurry up. They laughed while I stood there, tapping my foot impatiently,
"Come on come on!" I said impatiently.
"Slow down honey," Dad said. I stuck my tongue out playfully. They laughed again and continued to find their cloaks and my mom grabbed her purse that was lying on the dining room table. At last, we were ready.
"Finally!" I cried dramatically. My dad chuckled and my mom said, "Oh hush."
My mom grabbed a pot out of her purse and opened it. Inside was floo powder that glowed green. My dad grabbed a pinch and threw it in the fire saying, "Diagon Alley!"
He jumped in the fire, which had turned green, and disappeared. Now it was my turn. I grabbed a pinch of the glowing green powder, ignoring my mother's warnings, ("Remember to keep your elbows in, chin tucked in, and don't get out until you see your father!") and said clearly into the fire, "Diagon Alley!"
I mimicked my father's actions and jumped in the fire, which had turned green again, and spun round and round and round until… "OOMPH!" I groaned as I fell out. Luckily, my father caught me before my face made contact with the floor. I quickly stood up and looked around to see if anyone I knew had seen that. Luckily for me, everyone was busy bustling about, trying to get their shopping done. I let out sigh of relief and waited for my mom.
A few minutes later, my mom appeared with a brush and promptly started brushing the soot off my clothes. I tried to push her off but it was a fruitless attempt, so I just stood there with my cheeks burning with embarrassment. A moment later, mom finally finished and put away the brush, ending my embarrassment in the process.
"What did you have to do that for?" I complained.
"Unless you planned on walking around with soot covering you head to toe, I suggest you keep quiet," my mother snapped. I, being the smart one, stayed silent. There was an uncomfortable silence and my dad decided to break it by saying, "So are we going to do some shopping or not?"
My mother nodded stiffly and I immediately felt guilty for putting her in this mood. I went to go hug her and mumbled, "I'm sorry."
Her stiff composure immediately relaxed as her arms circled me. She said softly, "It's ok honey bunny."
Once again, I cringed at the nickname, a reflex reaction. Thankfully, she didn't notice. She let me go and said cheerfully, "Well come on! Let's go!"
I laughed because that was what I had told them while I was waiting. "Come on then. Off to Gringott's we go!" my father cried. My mother and I laughed at his silly antics.
As we set off to Gringott's, I looked around excitedly, trying to debate where we should go first. People of all kinds of magic were paying for ingredients for potions ("Five knuts for a scoop of beetle eyes!") and witches were paying for pets. We finally reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. We went through the first pair of doors, which were bronze, and passed the goblin ("They've always creeped me out, goblins," my father muttered.) who was just a few centimeters shorter than me. We were suddenly facing a silver door that had words engraved on it:
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.
My father had once told me that a person would be mad to try and rob it. I could see why. I shuddered and we entered the wizard bank.
There were goblins bustling about, leading customers to the carts which would lead them to their bank. We reached a counter and my father said to the goblin, "Hello Basil." I noticed how long his fingers were as they dropped a piece of gold he was holding.
"Hello Mr. Osborn. What can I do for you today?" Basil asked.
"Well, my daughter got accepted into Hogwarts and we need our gold to buy her supplies," my father replied as my mother beamed with pride. I blushed and averted my eyes. My eyes landed on a boy with platinum blonde hair and silver eyes that I could just get lost in.
His face was pale, but not in a way to make him look sick. More of in a way that was his paleness in his cheeks were his natural skin color. He turned to look at me and my cheeks flamed. I turned away but I could still feel his burning gaze on me.
I heard footstep and immediately thought the mysterious boy was coming over here. However, when I turned around, it was just a goblin coming to escort us to our vault. I let out a sigh of relief. But when I noticed we were going in the direction of the unknown boy, panic instantly burned inside of me. Suddenly, my father spoke up and said, "Lucius Malfoy!"
The man who had been standing next to the boy looked up and saw my father. "Ben Osborn!" Lucius greeted.
Apparently, they must've gone to Hogwarts together. The Osborn family had been one of the few Slytherin families that didn't support the Dark Arts. Immediately, I realized that I was standing in front of the blond haired boy while my father and Lucius discussed what's been going on lately.
I chewed on my bottom lip and stared at the ground. Once again, I could feel him staring at my face. That goblin cleared his throat and I jumped. I had forgotten he was there. I looked up and saw my father looked annoyed. "Yes, of course Ashley is going to Hogwarts! I assume Draco is also going?" my father inquired. So the boy's name was Draco…
"Why, of course! Where else? Durmstrang?" Mr. Malfoy said and they both laughed. The goblin cleared his throat again and my father said, "Alright, I must go! Goodbye Lucius!"
I waved shyly at Draco and said, "I guess I'll see you around Hogwarts then." He nodded and I could've sworn that a bit of sadness flashed through his eyes.
"Bye," he muttered. Holy crap. His voice was just as mysterious as his features. My cheeks flushed as I realized I was staring. Stupid traitor cheeks.
My dad dragged my mom and me to the carts while the goblin was leading. I groaned. I hated the carts, because they made me sick. As we clambered into the cart, I tried to make myself as comfortable as possible. Needless to say, I failed miserably.
"Ready?" the goblin grunted. As I observed the goblin closer, I realized it was Griphook. He had shown us our vault last year for Christmas shopping. I opened my mouth to speak but I was too late. The cart blasted off onto the windy and twisty tracks. I shut my eyes and did my best not to throw up. Luckily, I succeeded…for now. The cart came to an abrupt stop and I banged my head onto the cart. I whimpered and quickly climbed out of the cart. I felt dizzy so I accidentally walked right into the stone wall. I groaned in pain.
My parents laughed as I sent a glare their way. "Thanks for the help," I said sarcastically. They became quiet after that but their eyes were dancing with amusement.
I rolled my eyes and waited for Griphook to open the vault. We could've opened the vault ourselves but our vault was one of the top security ones for some odd reason. He slid his long, bony finger down the crack and the door melted away. I remember him telling me that if anyone except a Gringott's goblin tried that, they would get sucked in with no means of escaping. I had asked him how often they checked the vaults.
"Once every ten years," he had answered nastily. I shuddered at the memory.
My father went inside to gather our money from the mounds of gold, silver, and bronze (Not to brag or anything). I heard the sound of clinking coins slow down and I knew he was almost done. I waited patiently but my patience was wearing thin. He finally finished and stepped out. Griphook locked the vaulted once more and we got back into the cart. We once again carted down the twisted tracks.
We came to another abrupt halt and I almost got thrown out. This time when I climbed out, I tripped and fell. I shut my eyes and braced myself for the fall that was sure to come. But it never did. A pair of warm arms wrapped around my waist. My mind immediately thought of Draco, but when my eyes met a pair of emerald green ones, I knew it wasn't him.
The boy helped me stand back up and I stuttered, "Th-thank you."
He smiled and said, "No problem."
My eyes raked over his features but before I noticed anything besides the color of his eyes my mother dragged me away, leaving the poor boy alone, besides this really big...person? I think he was a half-giant, because he was big.
As my mother pulled me along, I wondered how I got my scar and why that strange boy had the same on. In fact, I couldn't even remember how I got my scar!
"Mom, how did I get my scar?" I asked. My mother pressed her lips together in a tight line and didn't answer, not giving any other reaction to show she heard me. I was mystified. I've had this scar for as long as I was born. Shouldn't it have healed by now? A few times when I fell asleep thinking of my scar, I would have strange dreams, but I would always forget about them in the morning... Ugh, my head was starting to pound from thinking of my scar too much. It always did that. I rubbed my temples with my fingertips as we set off to buy my robes.
We walked to Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions quietly. When we arrived outside the shop, I stopped and admired all the robes on display. Some were elegant, some were casual. I loved coming here to shop even though I preferred muggle clothing. The only reason I liked muggle clothing was because it was cuter and it had a wider variety. Weird, right? A witch who prefers muggle clothing over witches robes.
We entered the shop and saw Madam Malkin herself was attending to two girls, one with bushy brown hair, and the other with long black hair; It would probably be really pretty if she curled it, not that it wasn't already pretty. She finished up soon enough and ushered me over to her. I slowly walked over to her and hopped onto the stool. She quickly pressed a robe against me and made it my size. She completed her job quickly, handed me my robes and said, "Have fun at Hogwarts dear." She smiled kindly and I couldn't help but smile back. My father paid her quickly and took my bag that contained my robes.
Now for the exciting part. We quickly exited the store and wandered around. We went to buy my school books and bumped into some witches and wizards along the way. "Sorry!" I called out as I rushed past them and my parents. I finally reached my destination. Flourish and Blott's, the best place to buy books. I sighed happily. I was a huge bookworm. Once you've got me reading an exciting and interesting book, you can almost never tear me away from it until I'm done! However, when I got to Hogwarts, I knew I was going to be more of a practical spells kind of girl. I waltzed into the bookstore and I was in heaven.
There were books full of spells everywhere I looked! I sighed as I walked around. I desperately wished I had more eyes! Then a bright little book caught my eye and it said, "So many spells, so little time! Give yourself more eyes, leg, arms, and more with this book!" I laughed at that. I continued to browse through the bookstore. I didn't know which books I had to buy so I decided to go to the front of Flourish and Blott's and wait for my parents.
They arrived soon enough. We entered the store again and I wandered around once again, leaving my parents to do the shopping. My fingers traced the spines of the books, mesmerized. I closed my eyes and sighed in content. My parents called my name and my eyes snapped open. I walked though the store, checking each aisle, looking for my mom and dad. I finally found them at the register, paying for the books. I caught a glimpse of one of the covers.
Standard Book of Spells: Grade 1 one of the books said. I shrugged at my parents who had been watching me for some unknown reason. When they saw me looking at them weirdly, they looked away hastily. One word; Odd. I shrugged again and left it alone as we exited the bookstore. My mother and I went to go visit Eeylops Owl Emporium while my father went to the Apothecary to buy my potions supplies. I was relieved to know I wouldn't have to deal with the awful stench. I shuddered at the notion.
We made our way over to EOE (Eeylops Owl Emporium) and when we entered, the first thing I caught sight of was glittering eyes. It took me a while to realize the lights were off. I blinked, letting my eyes adjust. As soon as my eyes got accustomed to the dark, my ears registered the racket the birds were making. My automatic response was covering my ears with my hands. I faintly heard a person chuckle and I turned to see who it was, still covering my ears. I realized it was the shopkeeper. I giggled along as I figured I looked ridiculous.
We calmed down and then the shopkeeper said, "I'm assuming you're here to buy your own owl?" I nodded excitedly and she chuckled again.
"Well, look around and try to find your ideal owl," she said kindly as she smiled. I nodded eagerly again and looked around. I went to a shelf and started my search for the perfect owl. I took one look at the first owl and immediately knew it wasn't the one for me. For one thing, it was too scrawny. Second, it made too much noise. I moved on to the next bird and contemplated the same thing except this time, it was too chubby. It pretty much went on like that for the rest of the search. When it came to the last bird, my hopes of buying it soared. It was magnificent. It was midnight black with speckles of brown and white. However, my hopes soon came crashing down. It was pretending to be asleep. My shoulders slumped as I walked back to my mom.
"We should go," I said quietly. My mother was confused but didn't question it as we headed towards the door. Yet, the second we opened the door and that bell chimed, a bird soared out of its unlocked cage and landed on my shoulder.
"Ahh…The picky one," the shopkeeper murmured. I was shocked. It was the owl who had been pretending to sleep. I stroked its head softly and it hooted contentedly.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" I asked happily.
"Girl," the shopkeeper answered.
"I'll name her…." I thought about it for a second, trying to find a name that suited my owl. Then I decided, "Moonriver. Moony for short." Moonriver hooted happily as she heard her new name. I faintly heard my mother laugh lightly at something, but I was too distracted with Moonriver to care. Moony gazed at me with her silver eyes as I stroked her break. She nipped my fingers affectionately and I smiled.
My mother quickly paid for Moony and a silver cage to keep her in. I waved goodbye to the shopkeeper (I never did get her name). We exited the shop and went to search for my dad. We saw him standing near the Quality Quidditch Supplies place, staring thoughtfully at the new Nimbus 2000.
"First years aren't allowed brooms," I reminded my dad, alerting him of my presence. He jumped about a foot off the ground, scared out of his wits. I laughed as he gained composure.
"That doesn't mean I can't get you one," he retaliated, smiling. I laughed. Of course my dad would do that. My mother shook her head, also smiling. We dragged my father away as he started ogling at the brooms… I think I saw a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. As we walked off, I noticed the bags he carried.
"You bought the rest of my supplies?" I asked, surprised. He nodded sheepishly and I let of a squeal of delight. He now had a look of confusion painted on his face.
"Now I can get my wand," I explained. He let out an 'Ahh…' of realization. We hurried off to Ollivander's, the best wand maker and wand shop of all time. We arrived in front of the shop in record time, due to the fact that I had dragged my parents the whole time. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
My first impression of Ollivander was...well, to me, he looked like a stalker. Just my opinion. His milky white eyes snapped up to my scar and I tugged on my bangs nervously.
"Ahh, Miss Osborn. I've been expecting you," Ollivander said eerily. See what I mean? He's been 'expecting me'. Who the hell expects someone?
"Ben Osborn!" Ollivander cried, turning to my dad. "I believe your wand was maple tree and unicorn hair? 12 inches?"
My father nodded in agreement and Ollivander said, "Marvelous! And Michelle Osborn! I recall your wand being oak and phoenix feather? 10 inches?"
My mother also nodded and Ollivander said happily, "Perfect! Now I believe you're here for young Miss Osborn, am I correct?"
I nodded hesitantly, becoming scared of Ollivander the Stalker the more he talked.
"Don't worry! We'll find the perfect wand for you!" Ollivander said, smiling widely. He grabbed a box off a shelf and said, "Yew and dragon heart string. 9 inches. Go on. Give it a wave." He threw the box n my hand. I grabbed the wand and, feeling foolish, waved the wand. All the boxes came crashing down.
"I'm sorry!" I said, embarrassed.
"No worries," Ollivander said, not even phased by the tumble. He grabbed another box and ushered it into my hand. "Redwood and unicorn tail hair. 12 inches."
That time, I barely waved it before he snatched it out of my hand. It pretty much went like that for about half an hour. I was starting to think there wasn't even a wand for me!
"Tricky customer, eh? Don't worry! You're the 2nd one today!" Ollivander said, before seizing the last box there was. I wonder who the first one was... His eyes widened upon seeing the label and muttered distractedly, "It can't be…" He kept muttering to himself about utter nonsense while glancing at me every few seconds.
"Yes…Yes…There's only one way to find out," Ollivander murmured before handing me the box. "Holly and thestral tail. 11 inches. Perfect for those who have come face to face with death and survived."
Well, my parents told me I fell off a broom once when I was younger. Since I was so young, I don't really remember. My mum even showed me the broken bits of the broom. Apparently, I had crashed into a high tree, breaking the broom and almost breaking my neck. I felt really bad when my parents reminded me, because it was my dad's broom. I had snuck it out of the broom shed for a small flight. Guess they forgot to lock it. But...I had also faced death another time...
I hastily shoved the thought to the back of my mind. I would not let it ruin my mood when I was about to find my maybe perfect wand. I hesitantly took the wand and a warm feeling spread threw my hand. I waved my wand and purple sparks shot out. All the boxes went back to their original order.
"Purple sparks?" Ollivander muttered. "That's never happened before…"
"Wait," I interrupted. "That's never happened before?"
Ollivander shook his head slowly and replied, "Never. I've seen blue sparks, gold sparks, red sparks, and even green sparks! But never purple…"
Ollivander snuck a glance at my parents and if you weren't paying close attention, you wouldn't have noticed the discreet shaking of their heads.
"Thank you very much," my mother cut in while my father paid for my wand. Ollivander nodded gravely and we apparated home. Well, side-along apparition for me. When we reached home, I grabbed my bags and ran upstairs to my room. When I reached my room, I locked my door and placed my purchases in my closet. I flopped onto my bed and wondered. I wondered about why my wand had shot out purple sparks… I wondered who that boy at the bank was… I wondered why he had the same mark as me on his forehead… Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.