Harry's Flower

Azalea

We walked into the bank, Gringotts, and I stopped, the bank tellers aren't people. Or Wizards or Witches. Dahlia saw the look on my face, "It's okay, baby, they're Goblins. They're not friendly. So stay confident." She walked me to the first Goblin, and nudged me. I cleared my throat,

"I need to make a withdrawal. Please." The Goblin looked surprised that I was the one talking. He, it was a he, leaned over the counter, "Do you have your key?" I pulled the chain out from my shirt, a look of indifference on my face. He nodded his head and led me to what looked like a roller coaster. For the first time that day I took in my surroundings, and a deep breath. We were riding through a long, damp cave. I hardly noticed when we came to a stop. Getting out of the car, with Dahlia's help, the Goblin announced,

"Vault 394, key, please." I was hesitant, but slid the key of it's chain, holding Mom's close. I watched as the key entered its home and heard, more than saw, the door open. Behind it, piles of gold, silver, platinum. But that's not what caught my attention. Mom's key in my hand was suddenly ice cold. Then I saw it. In the middle of the room, on a pedestal. A small box. It matched the key perfectly. Before anything could stop me, I ran to it, my hand freezing. But, before I picked it up, I saw something under it. It was a letter.

Lotus,

I'm sorry I never got to tell you what that key went to. But, there's something you gotta know, I wasn't sick. This world is amazing. But, you'll learn, it's not all good, baby. Remember what I taught you, "where there is light, dark may wander." Stay strong. You are braver than you know. I visited some friends before that day. Your headmaster is Albus Dumbledore. He knows everything. Things even Dahlia doesn't. Remember the Sorting hat will listen to you. Your house is your family. Keep your friends close. You're young, baby. Cherish it. The box holds a mirror, a locket, a ring, a coin bag, and my wand. The mirror is your way of communicating, besides an owl. The locket goes with the ring. They give you the ability to talk to me. And the ability to talk to who is wearing the ring. The coin purse is charmed, it's small, but it holds whatever you need. Your grandmother gave it to me when I started at Hogwarts. It's red and gold. And for good reason. My wand. It's wrapped in velvet. Now, Lotus, when your fingers touch that wand you'll see the real reason I'm Dahlia's there and I'm not. I want you to wait until you're ready. And, when you are, you'll know.

Oh! I almost forgot. Buy a broom. Trust me, you'll need it.

Trust Hagrid, he's a good guy. And Dahlia has a thing for him. Don't ever be afraid of who you are. 

You are, as always, the three B's.

I love you, more than anything.

Mom

P.s-Stay away from the Malfoys.

I had to blink the tears away. The Malfoys? Who are the Malfoys? I shook my head, sending the thought away. I opened the box, grabbing the coin purse. Curious, I clicked it open. It was only about three by three inches, how is this gonna hold what I need?

"Whoa!" I whispered, sticking my hand inside, which the purse ate as if it were a penny. Dahlia came up behind me.

"What is-Oh. Grandma's enchanted coin purse. All right, well, grab what you need, we're gonna be late. Come on." I didn't even need to look at her to know she was crying.

I shoveled handfuls of coins into grandma's-mine, I guess- purse. Leaving the bank, I asked Dahlia what we needed to get.

"How about we split up," She suggested, I looked at her in pure panic, and she laughed.

"Don't make that face, look, I'll make you a list of things to get, okay?" I hesitated, but nodded.

Lotus's list of supplies

Robes

Broom

Owl of your choice 

Wand

I'll worry about the other things. Meet me at  FLOREAN FORTESCUE'S ICE CREAM PARLOUR at ten thirty.

But, by the time I got my robes and broom, it was already ten o'clock.

"Shit,"

I don't normally curse, only when I'm really anxious. Hands on my head, about to spiral, a hand touched my back. The hand belonged to an older woman, she had red hair and about five kids trailing behind her like ducks.

"Are you all right, dear?" She asked, sweetly.

"Oh, I, um, I just, I have to meet my aunt at Floreans at ten thirty. But I don't have a wand or an owl yet, and I'm not sure where to get them. I'm kinda new to this whole magic thing, I'm still trying to get the hang of it." She wasn't expecting that. To be honest, neither was I.

"Oh, well, owls are there," She pointed to what looked like a glorified pet shop.

"And, for your wand you'll go to Ollivander's." I thanked her gratefully, and ran to the pet shop. I didn't stay long, only long enough to pick a beautiful Elf owl. I also treated her to a big cage. "She's a pretty one isn't she? What's her name?" The woman in the store asked.

"Azalea, her name's Azalea." I said smiling. Leaving the shop, I felt closer to Mom than ever. I knew she'd be proud.

"Here it is, Ollivander's." I sighed, "Let's do this."

Walking in, I was the only one there. At least, I thought so until I heard a loud crash in the back.

"Hello?" An older man stepped into view. He looked at me as if he'd known me for a lifetime.

"Ah, Miss Jones, you're here." He was happy to see me.

"Um, Allen," I said while he climbed the shelves behind the counter.

"What's that, dear?" He held out what I guessed was a wand, meanwhile I was admiring a vase of black roses, "Oh, thanks. Um, my name, it's Allen, not, um, not Jones. I have my father's name." I explained, and looked down at the wand in my hand, confused.

"Oh, just wave it." He looked at me in curiosity. I did as he said and his shelves organized themselves.

"That was easy." I wanted to stay. Talk to this man, Mr. Ollivander, he told me. But It was ten twenty three. Luckily, Florean's was right across the way.

"There you are." Dahlia said, I could tell she was worried. "I was about to go looking for you. Oh well, we have to get to the train station." I didn't say anything, just nodded. I was nervous. I didn't know anything about this. At least Harry would be with me.