✰𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡✰ H. Potter

𝙿𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎- 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 1

ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝑃𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑, 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟. 𝐵𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙. 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛.

"Tia! Dinners ready!" A voice called from afar.

The young girl barely heard it, empty words swimming inside of her head muffling the sounds of the world around her. The warm summer sun had began to set and a golden hue gently caressed Hestias light skin. The tree that loomed over her danced in the breeze, protecting her from the sun's heat until she was ready to retreat back inside. She quickly picked up her journal and ran inside, her bare feet squashing the cool grass.

"Here!" She yelled, quickly wiping the dirt off of her hands and feet before her godfather could lecture her.

He was a kind man, her godfather. He cared for her as if she was his own and he tried to raise her the best he could. The two of them lived alone together for as long as Hestia could remember and she wouldn't have it any other way. Sure, the house wasn't the best. It was old and creaky but it was home.

"Finally, the daughter returns." Remus said, staring at Tia in amusement. She quickly sat down in the chair opposite him before sticking her tongue out in response.

"Aw, did someone miss me? " Hestia retorted, mouth full of pizza. Remus pulled an unamused face at the sight.

"Not at all, I enjoy the peace and quiet."

The girl ignored him, focusing more so on the pizza that she was shovelling into her mouth.

"I think I saw a letter for you earlier." He said casually, barely looking up from his plate.

Hestia choked on the pizza that she was munching happily on.

A letter? Could it be, the letter?

She had been waiting all year for her hogwarts letter and after months without any mail, she was beginning to lose hope. The girl jumped out of her seat and sprinted excitedly into the hall where they stored their mail. Her hands shook as she picked up the letter with her name on. On the outside it looked to be just a normal letter, however Hestia hoped it was anything but. She gently tore it open, scared to look at what it said.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

Dear Miss. Lupin,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all the necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva Mcgonagal,
Deputy headmistress.

Hestia's heart stopped as she read the letter. The tips of her soft fingers gently grazed over the letters, the rational side of her brain trying to find any fault on the parchment. Anything that could question the letters authenticity.

The young girl didn't make a habit of getting her hopes up. She hated the feeling of loss that it left imprinted on her heart. A hole of empty space with the inability to be filled, mocking her for even trying. The feeling wasn't one she most enjoyed and so, she ignored it. But standing there, with a letter of acceptance staring back at her, she felt a glimmer of hope.

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A pair of grey eyes wondered the street in amazement. Never before had Hestia seen so many magical objects (pun intended). Surrounding her were an assortment of wizarding stores filled the the brim with children around her age, all with the same wide-eyed expression. Hestia was supposed to be at Diagon Alley to collect her school supplies however she got distracted, lost in the storm that is the wizarding world. Even Remus was slightly out of it, reminiscing on the days when he would come here with James and Sirius. The expression that the young girl before him wore reminded him of young Sirius and it was as painful as it was beautiful.

He quickly led the two through the merciless sea of people and into a shop he remembered well.

Ollivanders Wand Shop.

The girl followed Remus mutely, gazing at every inch of the shop. It was dusty, as if no one had been in here for years but it was quite the contrary. Almost everyone went to Ollivanders for their wand. Hestia cautiously walked up to the counter, feeling rather small under the old man's gaze.

"Why, hello!" The man smiled kindly and Hestia reciprocated the action. He turned to the dusty shelves behind him, staring intently at the many boxes before him. To Hestia they all looked the same, however she could tell by the way that the man looked at each individual one that they were very different. After a moment of contemplation, he slid a box onto the counter in front of her. "Try this one."

Hestia held the wand that had been placed before her, her eyes skimming curiously over each carving of the wood. It was beautiful but she knew deep down that it didn't feel quite right. For the man's amusement, she gave the wand a small shake causing one of the shelves to collapse.

"Perhaps not." He whispered, taking the wand from the smirking brunette.

A moment later he handed her another, this one even more beautiful than the last. The carvings in the base of the wand were so intricate and ornate,as if it was telling its own story. The girl just hoped that she would be allowed the time to hear it. Hestia gave the wand a slight wave and to her delight, a soft glow appeared around her.

The wand had chosen her, and she couldn't be more pleased.

A/n- I have decided to start a new story as I have fallen out of love with the last. I found that there was really no set storyline for it and thus, I didn't have the motivation to ontinue it. However! I am very excited to start this new book and I really hope you like it!!

All my love <3