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My Harry Potter Fan(Non)Fiction So Far...

“Birch, eleven inches, three strands of unicorn hair. It was a very powerful wand, Miss Sparrow. How has it treated you?”

“It has never failed me, sir. It is actually the topic of wands that drove me here,” I said as I put my hand on my companion’s shoulder.

“Ah, yes. I have been awaiting your arrival, young Miss Sparrow. Your sister’s wand was specific to her, yours will be too. I should think to assume you know of me, correct?” the old man said as he extended his hand to my sister.

“Yes, Mr. Ollivander. I have been very excited to go to Hogwarts, just like my sister,” My sister looked up at me and I smiled back at her. She took his hand and he led her to the back of his very old store. He plucked a very dusty wand box from the sea of boxes cluttering the store. It was clear these boxes had been growing in numbers over the years, threatening to topple over and become an unstoppable force.

“This wand has no other pair. Rowan wood, eleven and one half inches, phoenix feather. Take it in your hand and wave it at that pile over there,” My sister, hesitantly, took the wand from his hand and waved it at the pile of boxes. Almost immediately, the pile exploded into a flurry of uncontrollable, flying objects.

“So, that’s not your wand,” Mr. Ollivander said as he carefully removed the wand from my sister’s shaking hand, “Not one person has ever been selected by the first wand they try. I’ve always said, ‘the wand chooses the wizard,’” He disappeared again, deep into the forest of wand boxes. Try this wand. Birch, just like your sister’s, twelve inches, and phoenix feather,.” My sister took the wand from his hand, more confidently this time, and she waved it at the mess the previous wand had made. As soon as she did, the boxes lifted off the ground and out of the mess on the floor. When they were all finished, the pile was as it had been before.

Well, that is… that is different. If I’m not mistaken this wand has chosen its wizard,” Mr. Ollivander took the wand from my sister and put it into its box. He walked over to the counter and I paid him our dues. We each and all said our farewells, then me and my sister left Ollivander’s to go in search of the other items my sister would need to get for her first year at Hogwarts.

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“Now, Arianna, I want you to run at that brick wall. Don’t be afraid of hitting it, you will just go right through it to Platform Nine and Three Quarters. When you get through, wait for me on the other side,” I gave my sister the control of her trolley and sent her on her way. I soon followed and found her lost in the awe of Platform Nine and Three Quarter’s main attraction, The Hogwarts Express.

The Hogwarts Express is a very old steam engine with different compartments for the students. I led my sister to the compartments for the first years and then I made my way to the Prefects Car. I was one of the few fifth years to make Prefect for my house. I had received the news in my letter over the summer and my sister had received her letter also. I was very relieved when she did because she had shown no signs of her being a witch and I had begun to worry she would not be going to Hogwarts and I would not be able to protect her. Ever since our parents were killed after she was born I have taken it upon myself to keep her safe. She was the last bit of my parents I had left to cherish. I wouldn’t let that be ruined like I had let everything slip through my fingers… again.

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“First years! First years, follow me! Be careful you don’t go down the wrong corridors! First years! Hurry up!” The worst part about being a Prefect is leading the first years to the common rooms for the first time. Lucky for my first years, our common room was a whole tower, so it wasn’t quite as hard to find as the rest of the house’s common rooms. The Slytherins had their common room in The Dungeons; the Gryffindors had their common room hidden behind the fat lady’s portrait; and the Hufflepuffs had their common room next to the kitchens. My sister had been sorted into Hufflepuff and I wasn’t too happy about it, although she did have the qualities of a good Hufflepuff.

“We request entrance to what is beyond your noble knocker,” I said as I motioned to the knocker with my wand to let the first years know what I was talking to. Those among them who were from Non-Wizarding families were preoccupied with the moving portraits all around them, but they all changed their focus when the knocker began to speak.

“What appears twice in a day but once in a year?”

“The number sequence of a specific date appears twice in a day but only once in a year,” I answered.

“Well phrased and welcome back home,” The Knocker said as he opened the entrance to the steep staircase that leads to the Ravenclaw Common Room and Dormitories. As we all stepped into the main room the first years, and I, took in the awe and wonder of the room. Circular in shape, due to it being a tower, the room was domed with a pitch black ceiling. Painted on that ceiling, with great accuracy, was the constellations of space as one would see them on a very clear night. The room was filled with tables and chairs for studying, and the room was surrounded with bookcases. The bookcases were each, and all, stuffed to the brim with books and scrolls. But the most dazzling aspect of the room was the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw, our house’s founder. She was dressed in a beautiful medieval gown; on top of her head, sat her Diadem forever frozen in stone. Her daughter, The Grey Lady, was our house ghost.

“This will be where you spend your free time when you aren’t in class or when you are supposed to be asleep. Dormitories are just up the staircases; girls to the right and boys to the left.” On that note I left the first years to figure out the rest. I went to the seventh floor corridor in search of the girls’ lavatory that was, most unfortunately, haunted by former Ravenclaw, Moaning Myrtle.

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As I reached the seventh floor corridor I realized I was being followed, so I decided to act prevalent to that fact. When I entered the lavatory I rushed into the first stall and jumped up on the toilet seat so the follower could not see my feet under the stall.

I heard the door open and close as my follower entered the lavatory. Then I heard the most unusual thing; I heard crying. I’m not talking little girlish whimpers. I mean loud and uncontrollable sobs. Then I heard Myrtle’s voice comforting the person weeping.

“Its going to be okay, you’re going to be perfect again, just like before…” Myrtle was trying to comfort someone? Normally it was I or another student who was comforting her. Who would Myrtle care enough about to comfort?

“I don’t want it to be like before! I want to please him and my father but I can’t do both! How will I overcome this?” It was a boy! Why was a boy in the second floor Girl’s Lavatory? Who would even be in here just after the feast? Everyone goes to their respective common rooms after the feast. There are other lavatories conveniently placed close to the common rooms.

So how would I find out who was in there without them seeing me? I decided the most logical way would be to stick my head over the top of the stall because I was almost certain they could not see me in the mirror. As I popped my head over the stall I saw who was in there and I slightly panicked. It was Draco Malfoy, a terrible Slytherin who made fun of anyone who got in his line of sight. When I saw him my foot slid off the toilet seat and I fell on the floor then rolled out the stall door. When I stood up, Draco and Myrtle were staring at me almost as if I had just called them a foul name. Myrtle began to yell,

“EAVES DROPPER!!! HOW DARE YOU LISTEN IN!!! HE TRUSTED ME WITH HIS SECRETS!!! EAVES DROPPER!!!” Then she exited the lavatory through the toilet I had formerly been standing on with a splash.

I was so frightened of the look on Draco’s face that I ran all the way back to my common room. I threw myself into my studies for the next few weeks. I was completely diverged in work as I prepared for my O.W.L.s and as I avoided Draco’s piercing gaze as well as I could. Whenever I saw him coming, my nose seemed to change of its own accord, and my hair would change to different, embarrassing shades of green and pink.

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After five trying weeks of this cruel torture, I decided to confide what I had seen to the only person in Hogwarts I trusted more than Arianna, the Ravenclaw Head Girl. She had been like an older sister to me during my years at Hogwarts. I knew that I could trust her to listen and keep secret anything I divulged to her. I knew, also, that she would give me admirable counsel if I consulted her with these trying matters. I went in search of her in one of the two places she spends her time at most; the Black lake or the library. I chose the latter as my first location to seek her out.

As I entered the library and began to search for her I found myself hoping she wouldn’t be here and that I wouldn’t have to tell her my secret. But my hopes were dashed as soon as I saw her cascade of brown curls that extended below her mid-back. I called her name, Amaryllis, from the end of the stacks and motioned for her to follow me. I led her to the seventh floor corridor and into the Room of Requirement. This time, when I entered, it had a chocolate fountain in the corner along with a bunch of Easy Mac & Cheese packets and pancakes. I guessed that this was what the room thought Amaryllis required from it. I, on the other hand, required nothing.

“Amaryllis, I have to tell you something important; something that cannot be repeated outside of this room. Can I trust you?” I said.

“Of course you can trust me Taryn. You can always trust me,” she answered. I was released of the pit feeling in my chest as I told her what I had seen in the bathroom. I hoped she would believe me and have a good answer for what I thought was a trying problem.

“That is, well that is interesting! I never thought Draco to be a Death Eater…” She thought he was a Death Eater!!! How did she come to that conclusion?

“How do you know he’s a Death Eater?”

“Easy. You said he said, ‘I want to please both him and my father.’ His father, Lucius Malfoy, is a known Death Eater. So who would Draco have to please if not his father? Voldemort.” Clearly proud of her detective skills, Amaryllis had a point. But if Draco was a Death Eater that did prove Voldemort was back. That also meant Harry Potter was right and he wasn’t a complete tosser.

“That would make sense. Thank you Amaryllis,” With that, I left Amaryllis with her chocolate to go in search of the person I wanted to talk to now. Only when I next spoke to him, I won’t be me. The best part of being a Morphamagus, I didn’t always have to look the same. I think I would like to talk to Draco as one of his own, a Slytherin named Maci Levanda.

Hayward67 01:33, November 15, 2010 (UTC)