You're Whose Daughter? Book 1

Chapter 7 - I'm going to have a heart attack before I even turn into a teenager

(Catlyn POV)

Looking out the attic window, I recalled the memories of the day before.

We had stayed in Ollivanders for about an hour, trying every last wand in the shop. When the last wand I tried caused a hurricane, Ollivander quickly decided to try a wand that he himself had not made.

He had passed it to me carefully, looking at me curiously, and murmured softly, "This wand isn't mine, but is made from a very powerful witch, who died when the wood of this very wand sealed shut. By far one of the most powerful wands I own. Give it a wave."

By this time I had already given up hope, but the wand had lit up a spark inside of me. Maybe, just maybe it would work?

I remember taking a sharp intake of breath when my eyes fell on the wand. It was absolutely stunning.

It was as black as ravens and but yet it still shone bright in my eyes. There were silver vine like patterns at the handle that reminded me of moonlight.

I slowly gripped the wand and carefully waved it in the motion I had been doing for the past hour. In an instance, the silver vines on the wand start to glow as I felt it go warm.

I frowned as I turned to face Ollivander, only to find that he had a VERY shocked look on his face. "Um, well I didn't expect that to go as well as it did."

The look on his face would have made me laugh if I wasn't in this position, Ollivander's face showed pure confusion and shock, a look of bewilderment.

"Most peculiar. I wouldn't have expected, unless..." Ollivander's shock left as quickly as it came, soon overcome with curiosity.

I, however, couldn't stop staring at the wand. I somehow felt a connection with it, sounds stupid, I know.

"This may sound odd Miss Black, but are you an animagus by any chance, more specifically, a wolf animagus?" I froze.

I recall my skin going pale, well more pale than it is normally. Should I say? No. But Dumbledore... Well yeah because Dumbledore is Dumbledore. Ollivander wouldn't though.. But he could. OH MY MERLIN BRAIN. DON'T DO THIS TO ME! NOT. TODAY.

"Yes, I am." I quickly reply, trying my hardest to ignore my STUPID BRAIN. "Why exactly is this of importance?"

Ollivander sighed and took the wand from my hands. "This wand is made from Ash wood, a single strand of werewolf fur soaked in moonlight, 10 and a half inches. The fur must be soaked in moonlight for a least a decade, untouched by human hands. That isn't the only thing. The tree Ash wood comes from has to be alive for more then millennium before it can be used for wands."

Nodding, I couldn't help but beam at the wand. "Is it mine now? Do I keep it?"

Ollivander collected his thoughts and gave a smile. "Of course. This wand belongs to you now. Keep it safe." He quickly put it back in the box and handed it over to me.

Dumbledore, who I had nearly forgotten was there, paid him some gallons and led me out of the shop, but Ollivanders' words stopped me from moving any further.

"Be careful Miss Black, that wand holds great power and can be very dangerous. Keep it safe."

Not turning my head, I simply nodded, the words etched in my mind forever.

"CATLYN!" A loud voice shook me out of my thoughts. And by loud, I mean LOUD.

I snapped my head towards the sound of my name just in time to see a rosy cheeked Isabelle basically smash the door open.

Isabelle Aylin Lupin, a tall 11 year-old girl with short sandy brown-blonde hair, one icy blue eye and one hazel eye with a large scar running through it.