The Riddle Never Ends

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓮: 𝓗𝓸𝓰𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓔𝔁𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼

Dumbledore had all my belongings packed and out the door by the time Professor McGonagall had brought me a bite to eat. I felt quite relaxed knowing I was cared about. My mother never once fed me or packed my belongings for a trip, and my grandmother was always too ill. As I finished the toast and jam that was in front of me Hagrid cleared his throat.

"So Mercury, are you excited for Hogwarts?" His voice bellowed throughout the room, bouncing off walls and vibrating pictures.

"Oh yes," I exclaimed while swallowing my mouthful of food. "I've dreamed of it ever since I was a little girl!"

"Right then, we should get you to Diagon Alley before everything get packed," Hagrid adds while turning away from Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore. I look at the three professors before me with confusion.

"But sir, why should I be in need of shopping when I've got everything right here?" The four professors turn their eyes to me before sharing a look with each other.

"Everyone who starts out needs their own supplies," Hagrid speaks once again, earning an approval nod from the other three professors. I nod as well before stepping out of my seat and reaching for my bags. Although I'm stopped by a hand.

"No need to bring these with you, I'll have them brought to Hogwarts," Dumbledore reassures before I could lift a pound. A smile grows on my face.

"Thank you, sir."

After grabbing my wallet from the counter I follow Hagrid out the door of my house.

"So what familiar are you think of choosing?"

"I was thinking a cat. I've no need for an owl when I've no one to write to," I chime with a shrug while walking into Ollivander's. The whole wizard shopping experience was new to me so I let Hagrid lead the way, assuming he'd have to have done it before with Harry Potter.

"Well, who do we have here?" An older man comes out from many bookshelves with a wide welcoming grin on his face.

"Good to see you again old friend! I'm not sure this young lady needs too much of an introduction!" Hagrid's voice bellowed once again through the walls as I stood up tall and smiled towards the bright man.

"I'm Mercury Riddle."

"Oh my," the man gasps before leaning forward. "You do seem to have his eyes,"

"Yes I've been told, but don't fear, please, as I am nothing like my father."

"I can see that very well." The old man turns to walk down an aisle of shelving. "Follow me miss Riddle,"

I took a glance at Hagrid for reassurance. His eyes held pure kindness and wisdom as he nodded his head and I began to head down a thin aisle of shelving.

"Now you're father had a wand similar to this." The man brings out a dark brown box and holds it into his hands. "If it's not a match then we will try Dragon Heartstring,"

His shaking hands slid off the lid to the dusty box before revealing a golden wand with a snake going up the handle. It was truly a piece of art. My hand reach before me, grasping the thin wooden stick in my hand. My eyes examined the masterpiece before meeting with the man.

"Well go on, give it a flick and a swoosh!"

My wrist rose a smidge before swirling around and knocking a few boxes from the shelf.

"Oh no no, not that one!" The man exclaims before rummaging around for another wand. I place the wand I held back into its box and stepping back to give the elder his space.

"Let's try this one," out came another box, except this one, was green velvet. My foot began to tap in anticipation as he slowly opened the box.

This wand was white oak with green vines reaching from the handle to the stem. This had to be the one. It was remarkable, to say the least. As my hand began to reach for it I felt a tingling sensation start at my fingertips and connect to my heart. "It's the one," I whispered before grasping it. The feeling of holding it in my hand was enough to convince a muggle that magic is real. I swirled my wrist once again and this time a spark of magic came out the end of my wand.