Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommend both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.

This story takes place after the war

As there was a very high possibility that I was going to attend Hogwarts - apparently a school for other children like me - the Malfoys had taken it upon themselves to order me a fresh new uniform - complete with a form-fitting, lower-thigh length black skirt, paired with a white, short-sleeved polo shirt, and a plain black blazer, without any kind of insignia or print to differentiate it. I tried on the uniform, and it fit perfectly; magically adapting to suit my new form.

They had planned an outing to a place called 'Diagon Alley' where I would procure my wand, familiar and broom. I chuckled, silently at the ridiculousness of the thoughts flooding my mind.

I had just finished combing through Rokai's short, wet pelt when I heard, "Are you ready?"

I tilted my head slightly, and saw the silhouette of one Valencia Zabini. I nodded, dutifully, and she smiled, widely, showing her bright, pearly white teeth, conveying just how utterly, heartbreakingly beautiful she was in that moment.

"Come on, then, sweetheart."

I followed behind her, gliding somewhat gracefully, matching her strides perfectly, and, after a few moments, we arrived at the front door, alongside the elder Malfoys.

Narcissa shrugged, offhandedly, and asked, "You ready to go then?"

Nodding, I opened the front door, that would lead to my new life. I kissed my parents on their cheeks, and they hugged me tightly to their bodies, although they would see me again, most likely within the hour.

When I asked why they were so upset, they simply babbled, 'We're just going to miss you, that's all."

I chuckled, a little nervously considering the tense in which they spoke, however, the anxiety was overshadowed by my undercurrent of excitement over the prospect of fulfilling my new 'life', of sorts.

Walking, rather slowly behind the group of adults, I enquired, "So how exactly do we get there, might I ask?"

Lucius smirked, and said, simply, "Magic, of course."

I smiled, eager for any opportunity to engage in the supernatural. Ever since I had been awake, I had felt, somewhat, hyperaware of my surroundings - everything around me felt languid and slow, yet my senses were heightened beyond the norm. Every scent, every cough, every breath I took, I could literally taste the magic in the air, and I felt nothing but anticipation.

I followed on dutifully, yet with an air of confusion about myself, and Narcissa held my hand and rubbed it soothingly. She whispered in my ear, "This is going to be so much fun."

I glanced at her questioningly, and she continued, "I've never had a daughter to do all of this shopping for. Neither has CiCi. So forgive us if we swarm you with things. We just cant help it."

I grinned, toothily, and her expression faded to something more neutral and blank. My eyebrows furrowed, quickly, and I asked, "What's wrong?"

She shrugged, casually, and lilted, wistfully, "Draco's just really lucky, that's all."

I blushed, under her intense inspection, and out of nowhere, Valencia held my other hand in her cooler one, and stated, knowingly, "As is my Blaise."

Lucius glanced back at the three of us, and gave us a minute smile, and said, "This way."

He pointed to the left; a narrow alleyway, completely empty of all life, except for a few decaying plants, growing through any holes in the dilapidated cement walls surrounding the vacant path. Although I was puzzled as to why we're going this way, I pursued, obediently, and you can imagine my shock when Lucius halted in the centre of the path, hidden from the view of any possible people passing by. Lucius held Narcissa's hand, who in turn held my own tighter, as did Valencia.

Nervously, I asked, "What are we doing here?"

Lucius chuckled, sagaciously, and responded, "You'll see."

A sudden tugging at my lower abdomen and I felt a jolting sensation attack my brain. It was as if all of the blood in my being rushed to my head, and I felt my equilibrium fall off-kilter for mere moments, before correcting itself. My eyes closed of their own volition as the sensations began, but now that they've stopped, I blinked frantically. It took a moment for my vision to repair itself, however, once it had, I noticed that we weren't in the same place as before. As a matter of fact, we weren't even alone anymore.

There were hundreds of people, hurrying through the streets, paying no attention to anything other than their individual destinations. I glanced around, in awe, and heard the chuckles of the people I had arrived with.

"Where are we? What's going on?"

I snapped my head to look over at my companions, and they all wore identical expressions. They faces were entirely regal and the epitome of composure, however their eyes held a sense of humour. Lucius was the first to answer, and his tone was entirely professional and business-like as he stated, "This is Diagon Alley. The largest shopping arena in England for witches and wizards alike."

It took me a moment to fully realise where, in fact, I was, yet once I did, the smile that overtook my expression was near blinding. Narcissa stepped towards me, and grasped my hand in her own, tucking it into her side. She leant down, and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, we've got you."

They led me towards a rather feeble looking, equally tall as it was wide store, with the word 'Ollivanders' printed on the front, above the dark green door. The windows were tinted with amber, and the foundations were made of unstable wood, some of which had broken away due to age. The weather outside was typical of a British summer, and my skin flushed at the sudden change in temperature, as we entered the store, and I grinned at the disorderly state the shop floor was in.

With a shrug, Valencia said, "This is Ollivanders, the best wand shop in the entirety of London."

Sure, the floor was dusty, and the desk look frail and ancient, but it all added to the entire rustic aesthetic of the entire building. With nothing but wonder in my voice, I replied, "It's beautiful."

A Scottish feminine voice sounded off behind the door, "Thanks, I try."

Surprisingly, a young woman, with circular framed glasses, a cluster of freckles adorning her nose bridge and cheekbones, wild, curly ginger hair and light green eyes poked her head from behind the halfway closed door, labelled 'Employees Only', leading somewhere I couldn't see. She walked over towards the desk, and smiled, rather kindly, and said, "Hello, my name is Amelia Ollivander. How can I help you?"

Lucius walked over to her, with an air of seriousness about him that I had not seen until this moment, and laid his hands out on the desk, in a very candid manner. He asked, with no room for argument, "We are looking for a wand-"

She chuckled, and interrupted, "Of course you are."

I grinned, clandestinely, however she noticed, and sent me a rather teasing wink. Lucius coughed, brusquely, and continued, "As I was saying, we need a wand," he drew me forward by my forearm, and finished, "For her."

Amelia gave me a somewhat confused stare, and enquired, "Her usual wand broken?"

Lucius shook his head, and she asked, again, "Then why is she coming to collect hers so late?"

I enquired, "What do you mean, late?"

She directed her answer at me, as she said, "Usually witches and wizards come for their wands at around 11 years old, the start of their secondary education. So I'm wondering why you're coming so late to get yours."

I shrugged, and just as I were about to answer, Lucius encroached, "There was no need for her to acquire her own before. Now. A wand."

His tone was heavy with annoyance, and, even though I wasn't the aim of his irritation, l felt like akin to an accosted child. I couldn't imagine what she felt like in that moment.

"Okay, can I have her astrological star sign, please?"

I questioned, "Why do you need to know that?"

She replied, "Basically, every wand has its own astrological signature. Each wand doesn't just work well with anyone. They all are individual. In the back, we have over millions of different wands - each specified to a specific witch or wizard. If our first breaks, and we cant fix it, we have to find another, although it will never work as well as the initial. They integrate with our very soul, and more or less become part of us. I need your star sign to find which category your wand would have fallen in, that's all."

I nodded, and I said, "I'm a Leo."

She laughed, and muttered, "Brave, like the lion you adhere to."

She walked into the back, and shouted, "Date of birth, please?"

I replied, "Today. The fourth."

There were a few grunts of exertion, where I assumed she were gathering the wands we needed, and she said, "Year?"

"1995."

She walked back out, with six thin, black boxes, three in each hand, and laid them out on the desk in front of me.

"There are more that I'd like you to try, but these six are the most likely, taking into consideration your astrological heredity. Now, take your time. Open each box, take the wand in your hand, get a feel of it, and tell me the first word that comes to mind. Don't wave them. They can cause a lot of damage. I don't know what my grandfather was thinking when he made the others do that. He could've killed himself."

She pulled a long parchment from beneath the till of sorts, and said, "You can start now, if you'd like."

I glanced at Narcissa, who nodded, encouragingly at me, as did Valencia.

I slid the closest one to me across the desk, so that it was immediately in front of me, and flipped it open, noticing that the lining of the case was seemingly expensive, dull red velvet. I handled the wand with care, finding that the wood it was made of was sleek and dark in colour.

"The material of the wands are cherry wood. Sleek, smooth, easy to handle. However, the cores are all different. You can find what the core is by reading the back of the box."

I turned the first box over, and in gold lettering, the words 'Dragon Heartstring' were engraved. I fingered the wand, weaving it between my digits, and found the colour blue coming to mind. Without really realising it, I had said, "Sky," and a knowing look came to her eye.

"Not your wand."

I nodded, and returned the quasi-sentient instrument back into its case. This went on for a while, the second wand was, also, dragon heartstring, along with the fourth, none of them being my wand. The third was made of phoenix feather, and the final wand being made of Thestral tail hair.

This turned out to be the wand I had been looking for, as when I said, "Invisible," she laughed, and handed it over, almost eagerly.

"This is yours. Thestral hair. Look at that, pretty powerful stuff that is."

I nodded, not quite understanding, and asked, "What's a Thestral?"

She laughed, and said, "It's a magical beast, you can't see it unless you've suffered a substantial loss - like watching a loved one die. It's hard to catch, and even harder to tame, but once you do, they're loving creatures. My grandfather did not make these wands, of course, he couldn't have."

I smiled, and she finished, "This type of wand is very difficult to maintain. Temperamental, wild magic, all sorts, but it's strong, and fiercely loyal. It may be difficult to begin with, but believe me, it is worth it."

Lucius chose this time to speak, and he said, "How much will that be?"

She took the receipt number on the back of the case, and waved her own wand in the air - an amalgamation of numbers and letters appearing in the air, followed by a number, and she stated, "9 galleons."

Lucius drew out some kind of cheque book from his side-pocket, hidden inside of his over-coat, and signed away all of the necessary effects. Once she received payment, Amelia packed the wand inside of its case, then placed the box inside of a much larger container, and she lamented, "Here," she threw in a dark coloured, rounded rubber casing and a leather strap of some kind, and said, "On the house! Thank you for your business."

I smiled, and gathered it in my arms. Valencia tugged at my elbow, and I retreated back towards the pair of women I entered with. My hands were shaking slightly, and my nerves on high alert - I could just about believe that I was currently in London, England, let alone actually purchasing a magical wand.

I swear, there was no way my day could get any weirder.

Have a great day, my lovelies!