An – I know I haven't posted in a while but no one seems to review so… Anyway I decided what the hell and am going to write anyway, this chapter is a half and half.

I also realized I haven't made any disclaimers so here goes…

I do not own Harry Potter or any characters created by JK Rowling. Anyana and whoever else may come along is all mine…

Anyway on with the chapter…

Diagon Alley.

Anyana couldn't believe the sight that lay before her. One minute she was looking at an old brick wall, the next she was looking out on a pack street full of bright colours and people wearing strange outfits. She was momentarily reminded of the May Day festival in the village, people were chatting merrily and going about there business. It truly was magic.

Children her age were playing in the street being told off by parents whom had lost sight of them, Anyana couldn't help but feel resentful, her father hadn't come, no here she was with a complete stranger about to buy supplies for a school her father resented…great.

"Well first things first Miss Riddle, you will need a wand?" Professor Humphrey told her, pointing to an old looking building "Olivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382BC" as Anyana pushed open the door, the bell rang loudly announcing her presence, the professor followed in closely behind shutting the door quietly.

"Mr. Olivander?...hello?" he called out. A second later an old looking man walked around the corner, fixing his gaze upon Anya. There was nothing unusual about him, except his piercing silver eyes that seemed to bore into Anya's sole, looking for something…

"Marcus Humphrey… nice to see you…Beachwood and Unicorn tail, 6 inches, bit of a strange combination that one…still working alright?" his voice was friendly yet dull all at the same time, he never once broke his gaze and Anya felt compelled to look back.

"Yes sir, no problems… and this is Miss Anya Riddle, new student…" Humphrey replied gesturing to Anya."

"Ah, yes…it seems so long ago that your mother was in here buying her wand…shame that…yes. Well if you could hold out your wand arm please, your writing hand my dear" he added seeing her look of confusion, but that wasn't about the request more about what he had said before… her mother, how did he know of her mother?

Mr. Olivander measured her arm with a tape measure that worked of its own accord before disappearing into the back room to retrieve a couple of rectangular shaped boxes.

He shuffled back to them opening one box and taking out what appeared to be a stick, he placed into Anyana's hand "Wave it then" he said "Phoenix feather 6 inches" Anya waved it, nothing happened. "I'm guessing not, not to worry."

He placed another into her hand "Dragon Heartstring 5 inches, give that ago…" Anya waved which caused a chair to collapse, "no, no, not that one." He looked puzzled and walked away muttering, Anya sighed, typical first day in the wizerding world and she can't even find a wand.

"Try this Miss Riddle, Snakebite and phoenix feather 6 inches…careful though." Mr. Olivander looked at her with curiosity and maybe even excitement. As soon as the wand hit her hand she felt warmth flood through her fingers and the lights flickered. She waved and the chair reassembled. Professor Humphrey gasped and looked at Olivander, who nodded at the unspoken question in his eyes.

"I'm guessing we have found your wand Miss Riddle, its clear we should be expecting magnificent things from you…anyone who can control this wand must have great skill."

"Why is that Mr. Olivander?" Anya asked the gazes were making her anxious, Humphrey even looked slightly scared.

"This wand's snakebite came from a very famous snake indeed. His name was Basile and he belonged to…Salazar Slytherin…

An-ohhh I smell power. Please review in the next chapter shes going to Hogwarts.