The sun is scorching me in heat. I licked my ice cream, busily staring at the people walking by Florean Fortescue's Ice cream shop, observing every single transaction and simply ignoring the hot scalding wind blowing over my head. I would have loved this kind of wind if it were winter, but with summer along, I'd honestly rather do without it.

There is certainly quite a lot of people in Diagon Alley today. It's but only a few more days before school finally starts; I've already seen a lot of students buying their stuff. I'm here to buy mine too.

However, upon arriving, we had spent the last hour or so walking into almost every single apothecary to find the bunch of potion ingredients I need. Apparently, it seems as they have gone out of stocks as demand has been higher this year than the last, and I have not bought a single thing off my school list, except for a pewter cauldron.

And that is why I am left all alone here in the ice cream shop. Mom said that the other apothecaries are too far in and too crowded there's a high chance that they might lose me, so they made me stay here to wait for them while they get the stuff for my potions. It certainly is such a bad timing; mom swore we will get my school stuff earlier next year.

I looked at my list again, pulling out the piece of paper from the pockets of my jeans. Yes, jeans. I figured out that was the reason why everyone kept on staring at me like I'm some weird psycho who shouldn't be here. Everyone is wearing robes, the proper wizarding attire, while I'm here in a jeans and a three-fourths green blouse.

Well, let’s see.

Uniform
• Three Sets of Plain Work Robes
• One Plain Pointed Hat
• One pair of Protective Gloves (Dragon Hide or similar)
• One Winter Cloak (Black, Silver fastenings)
• Please note that all students’ clothes should carry name-tags at all times.

Books
• The Standard book of Spells, Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk
• A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
• Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
• A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
• One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
• Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
• Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them by Newt Scamander
• The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment
• 1 Wand
• 1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) ✔
• 1 set of glass or crystal phials
• 1 telescope
• 1 set of brass scales

Students may also bring an Owl, a Cat or a Toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

It's a very long list, and with only the pewter cauldron checked off, looked a lot more longer and harder to find for me. Sigh. I'd appreciate it very much if I can get my robes, hat, and wand now.

"Make haste, and don't waste your time idling about."

The voice of a man spoke near behind me. I looked behind to get a look of who it is but a young boy with blonde hair walked past by me, and I immediately figured out who it was the voice came from. The boy's father walked, following behind his son. He is a very officious-looking man ; blonde hair, as neat and shiny as his son's, wearing a long black cloak as dark as night, carries with him a cane with a skull, and over all looks as if he was a monster pretending to be a beautiful human that can gobble you up any minute.

A small bony figure followed at his feet, staggering behind him with its head bowed down almost to the ground, as if it lived in fear of him all his life. It gave me a look nod as if to pay respects, but the man gave me a very sharp look when he passed by me, sneering even, I'd say. His eyes had a look on them that somehow seemed to say "What is this child doing in here? She looks stupid.."

To be honest, I don't really care much about this, I think I'm used to being judged already. But he's already such a frustrated baboon, his ears are so red that I just can't help pitying him and staring at him all the while wishing that providence allows I should never cross the path of another one of his kind ever again.

He stared back at me, surprised but indignant, with those eyes of contempt. It seemed like a while too, I didn't even realize that mom and dad had already come back from the apothecary.

Apparently they know each other; their eyes rested on each other for a while as if to say 'You again?' or 'you shouldn't be here.' My dad's eyebrow is already furrowed with lines, while mom keeps her wand clasped tightly by her fists, and Mr. Blondy stood a little taller as if to say 'Your kind has no right to be here.' No words need be said, it was very obvious they hate each other just by looking into their eyes.

Uh-oh. I don't think this is gonna get good.

I don't know how long it was before one of them broke the silence, but it seems as if a lot more things is about to happen just because of it.

"Ah, Andruida, how nice to see you. Finally missed the wizarding world? But I see you still brought your squib husband around about you."

"Leave us alone Lucius. We've already been ousted by the family, what more do you want?"

"You're not supposed to be here. You are a disgrace yo your family."

He spat at my mother.

"Hey, who do you think you are, thinking you can do that to my mom?" I was shaking with anger as I look at him straight in the face. No bastard ever gets to treat my parents like that. My parents are good people, always looking out for me, guided me and loved me. I will not let anyone stain their name and call them a disgrace!

The blonde wizard scowled and looked down at me with disgust.

"This is your daughter?" He chuckled as he said those words. I hate him, I hate the sound of his laughter and seeing that evil smirk on his face.

"Well you weren't so useless after all Andruida. But I bet the child is non-magic. Poor child, to be born to parents who know nothing, to people of disgrace. Ugly child she is as well, what kind of child did you produce? Red hair ang blue eyes don't match. And I must say, she is also pretty weird, staring at people and poking her nose into everybody's business."

He's really playing a game, huh? I'll play his game.

" Excuse me?" I said shaking with rage. A glass on the table already shattered as I raised his voice at him. I can feel my eyes changing colors, and my hair standing up like it's being blown by the wind as I look at him. Many people passed by, I know they're eyeing me, but somehow they're too afraid to watch. They should, actually. They should watch out for me.

"I'm not the one poking my nose into anybody's business, you are. You're the one playing good when you're the one suddenly stepping into the corner and start ruining people's day. Why don't you just leave and mind your own business?"

I know mom and dad was shocked by the way I spoke to him, but right now I don't care. This is supposed to be a fun day, and he's ruining it. Nobody ever mistreats my family like that. And at least, he must know by now that I DO possess magic.

Finally, he shut his mouth and simply looked at me with the utmost scorn ever to be seen on earth. He knew that I won. He swept up his cape and left in silence, with one last look of contempt at my mother before he calls out his son.

"Come Draco, dirty bloods fill up this place. It is no place for us to be here while they are too."

The boy looked at his dad, then at me in confusion. He followed his dad out, and never even looked back. Cheeky. I wonder what's wrong with them. I looked up at my mother inquiringly, but I guess she must be too mad at them she didn't notice me. She almost slammed the potion ingredients on the table and headed to the cashier withoit even greeting me. I've never seen her so mad before.

Dad sat down beside me. He was frowning, he had a deep furrow in his forehead and he seems as if there's a lump of unspoken words in his throat that he just can't get out.

"Who are those two, father? Why were they so rude?"

"Because they think that they are the best species in the world." mom butted in, gloating , holding in her hands 3 large cups of sundae and sat down to the table.

"Never you mind them dear. They're not worth your time. As you said, they're just here to ruin days and ruin lives. It would be better if you let them be. Now eat another cup of ice cream. We all need to cool down, don't we? You can't get a wand with an angry stomach." Mom smiled at me.

I returned the smile and beamed my now bluish-yellow eyes at her. For once in my life, I was already able to control my eye color but then that Lucius comes along, ruins everything, and now made me forget about my wand. At least it's still going to be a nice day after all.

"Anyway, do red hair and blue eyes look that bad mother? Should I change my hair back to auburn?"

Mom chuckled. "It's fine dear. I guess he's just not used to seeing such a beauty. You look like a deity in that combination. It's really pretty, trust me."

Now it's my turn to chuckle. My mom and dad always say that I'm pretty but nah, I just have a knack for turning my hair into different colors. The three of us finished our sundaes in order to get my other stuff. We went to Madam Malkins' robes first, to get my robes and hat. Then to Flourish and Botts for books, and now it's time to go get my wand!

We went into a shop called Ollivander's and there were people getting their wands, including a black-haired boy with green eyes that looks about my year. He was the only customer in the shop, and had just left with a big hairy giant-like man before the old man in the counter finally noticed us.

He's wearing a pair of brown pants and faded blue robes. You can tell he lived a good long years but the vigor and energy remains visible in his every move. He was busy arranging some boxes on the top shelf, until he caughts sight of my mother. His gray eyes widened in astonishment, and a beam of bewilderment is visible in his eyes as he climbs down the ladder and walks up to my mother as if to say "Is it really you, Andruida?"


Mom held out her hand to him, smiling.

"Yes, Ollivander it is me."

His confused face finally switched to a one of full understanding, and the frown on his mouth was suddenly changed to a sweet smile with tears of joy running down his eyes.

"Oh, Andruida, it is you! It is you! Why, it has been such a long time! And Matthaias, how are you dear? I thought you both were dead!"

He hugged my mother and shook his head in amazement. He couldn't seem to believe that this is all real.

"I still remember the day I sorted your wand, you almost broke a dozen! But, yes! You found the perfect pair- cherry wood, unicorn tail, 11 1/4 in, slightly springy flexibility. But dear me, dear me! I thought you have left the village and died, but here you are! Here you are!. Whatever brought you here child? Come tell me, tell me!"

Mother just chucked and pointed back at me.

"Well my daughter needs a wand, and there's nowhere else we can get the best pairs."

Ollivander looked down at me, all the while the smile in his face unfading.

"So this is your child. Such a pretty young girl. But I reckon she's not yet of age. How old are you?"

"Ten sir."

"Ten?" he turned to my mother in confusion.

"But Andruida, you know that a child's characteristics aren't fully shaped yet until she's eleven. And what is the wand for? She won't be going to school until next year."

" Actually, she's going to school in two weeks."

" Dumbledore let her go?"

"Yes, he did. Her magic is enough, and growing stronger everyday. She needs to start training to control it."

"Training? Controlling?" He rubbed his long gray beard looking very thoughtfully at the floor. "Andruida can I speak to you for a second?"

Ollivander led my mom to one corner and they whispered to each other. Dad and I stayed at the other end waiting, but I don't understand why he but can't say what he has to say in front of us.

Soon Ollivander motioned my dad to come to them. Great, now they're all in the secret besides me. I strained my neck from where I sat, trying to hear at least even only some words of what they were talking about.

"You don't think.... The obscurus lives...it's fine... she should... I knew it... Different... why... alright."

The huddled meeting was ended and Ollivander went to the back to get some boxes at the top shelf.

"I say you are rather quite to young for a wand missy," he said, addressing me. "But if Dumbledore says you must go, then you must go. Come try these."

He put a bundle of boxes in the desk in front of me and made me try on each of them.

"Cherry wood, 10 3/4, dragon heart;" "Cedar, 11', phoenix," "Ebony, 9 1/2, unicorn"

It took me at least two hours trying out wands, I think I've tied every one but all I did was to shatter glass and my mom had to keep on chanting "Reparo" in order to fix everything. Ollivander was exhausted, I can tell, and so is my mother.

Everything is going so wrong. What if none of the wands choose me? What if they don't want me?

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."

" No worries dear, Ollivander smiled. You just haven't met the right kind yet. There's more at the back. Why don't you try going over the boxes yourself and find out if you feel any conection with anything?"

Mom had just finished with the repairs and went with Ollivander to the back. It's just good no one else is buying a wand except for me.

I ran my hand over the long array of boxes on the shelves to my right. I started from the bottom - nothing, the next - nothing, the third - nothing... yet.
But as I ran my hand over the fifth box from the left, something tingled. The box shaked as I ran the tips of my fingers around its rim, shaking my bones even, and causing my every sensation to go all happy and excited.

Mom returned from the back of the shop and saw the tingling box I hold in my hands. I put it back as soon as I could, but Ollivander had already seen and excitedly dropped ll the boxes he have on the nearest table, scooped up that shaking box and eagerly made me try it.

It stopped jiggling as soon as I had it in my hands. It's smooth black surface seemed to attach to my skin as if it and I were one, as if the wand was only meant for me. A strange heat ran over my whole body, it was a pleasant sensation like a cool breeze in a summer morning or the first ray of sunlight after a harsh cold winter.

A blinding white light burst out from the tip of the wand and filled the whole shop. The wind blew in my face and a swirl of pink, violets, blues, yellows and greens hung in the air like the spectacular northern lights.

It lingered about me for a while, my body trying to absorb all the pleasant sensations and the energy it brings, then it slowly disappeared back to the tip of the snake-headed wand.

Ollivander and my parents stood at the middle of the room, smiling proudly at me. Mr. Ollivander especially seems to pride at me best, eyeing the wand as if to say "I knew it!"He looked at me pleasantly, smiling very happily and put an affectionate hand on my shoulder.

" I should have known. O ho! After all these years, you finally came child!"

I don't really understand what he's talking about but he was too happy about it I didn't dare ask what he means. He gave the wand back to me so I could examine it closely. It is a very long wand, with a smooth mixture of black and silver luster. A snake head with emerald green eyes formed the handle, it's scaly body circling around the wand until the tail ends about an inch from the tip of it. There were gold, and gemstones embedded in the edges; it's built was easy to grip and fits l in my hand.

"Black walnut wood, 12 3/4 inches, hard unyielding flexibility, 2 parts dragon heartstring, one part veela hair."

"Veela hair? I didn't know that you make wands with veela hairs or mixed cores." my mom interrupted.

"I didn't make it. Neither did any of our family. It was my great-great-great-great grandfather's and it was written in his will that we shall never sell the wand until a girl of black hair and blue eyes with gold rings come to claim it."

"But I don't have any of those characteristics. I have auburn hair and green eyes. And even if I do have those, it would only be because I can change my appearance as I want.

Ollivander's appearance didn't show the slightest hint of disappointment or discouragement but instead smiled even brighter.

"Child, can you control the color of your hair and eyes?"

"No. A little. I can only control my hair if I'm perfectly calm and my eyes have no hope at all. They just change by themselves."

"Why don't you take a look at yourself, then?" He smiled and handed me a small circular bronze mirror, just enough to see the whole of my face. And sure enough, a little girl of ten with gold-ringed blue eyes and black hair as dark as midnight stared back at me.

I was speechless, I didn't know what to say. I tried to say something, I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I don't understand.

"Can't argue with having Morgana on your veins. The wand that chose you is an exceptional one Alexa, you wouldn't regret it."

And with that remark he ushered us out of the shop. It was almost sundown. Needless to say, I was silent the whole trip back.