Disclaimer; i do not own Harry Potter, as you all know that is JK Rowlings.
Here its is. I hope you like it.
Rachel :)
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Chapter 1;
‘Whack!!’ my head hit the wall, my vision was blurry but I knew who it was.....the same person as always, my hand went up to where my head throbbing, my brown hair was matted and damp. I looked at my hand which was now covered in blood then my vision went black. I woke up hours later still slumped against the wall. I looked at the clock it was four in the afternoon ‘great!’ I thought ‘I’ve been out cold since 12! I swear last time it was only about an hour and a half.’ I push myself up from the grey wall and searched for my wand against the slivery-white carpet. I picked it up and remembered back to when I got it many years before hand. At 6 years of age I was rather young but due to the fact my family was a group of powerful wizards they demanded that I got my wand as a child so I could practise before school. We were in diagon alley when my mum suggested it outside a shabby shop,
“NO!” my dad said “she will get a grenovitch one like the rest of us have! She can wait until we are home!”
When he said home he was referring to France where we currently lived; I was born in England but moved to France at the age of 4 so my eldest sister would get into Beauxbaton academy of witch craft and wizardry, the school which my mother attended. We were visiting the Malfoys and had decided to go shopping.
“Why can’t she get one from here? It will save a lot of trouble. ” My mother told him. “and it will keep her out of our way while we tend to.....business” she added
“Fine” he sighed leading me into the shop “here” he continued thrusting some money into my palm “your mother and I have something to do we will be back shortly, in the mean time you can purchase your wand”
I felt a smile tug at my lips at the thought, my very own wand! I bit back the smile that I knew I couldn’t let my father see.
“Ok” I replied and with that he left.
I walk cautiously towards the desk when suddenly an old man appeared in front of me, he had short grey hair and there was caution in his eyes.
“Here to purchase a wand I suppose?” he asked me in a gentle tone.
I smiled and nodded, he waved his wand and the tape measure sprung to life startling me. It measured me and then the man brought a few boxes from the shelves. He passed me a wand; I stood there staring at it stupidly.
“Well give it a wave!” he said like it was the simplest thing in the universe.
I waved the wand and all the boxes flew off the shelves
“Sorry “I told him.
He took the wand from me a passed another saying “don’t worry try this one”
I took the wand and waved it the shelves fell over this time. This kept happening for a countless amount of wands then he came back with one, it was a stunning silver colour like none of the others.
“this is a very special wand,” he told me “it was soaked in unicorn blood and there has only ever been one of these made, it is for a VERY powerful witch or wizard, I wouldn’t think it possible for one so young to be powerful enough for it.....but it wouldn’t hurt to try.”
With that he passed me the wand, I took it carefully and felt warmth spread up my arm, the boxes and shelves repaired themselves and I hadn’t even waved it yet. The man, Olivander, was standing there with his mouth wide open, he quickly shut it and passed me the box,
“that will be 11 galleons,” he told me, I handed over the money and was about to leave when he spoke again, “I wouldn’t tell your dad how powerful your wand is, or the fact it was soaked in unicorn blood!”
I nodded my head and left to find my parents. I shook my head out of the memory and muttered a spell to heal my wound. I heard someone coming down the stairs and I could hear my little brother crying in one of the upstairs rooms. Suddenly my father opened the door.
“I see your finally awake!” he said in a cold tone and speaking as if I had been asleep for the last four hours! “Go upstairs and make that wretched boy shut up!” he ordered me before leaving the room. I got up and went to his room. I opened his door and a horrific sight met my eyes.
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Rachel :)
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