This is a story about a girl named Y/N Cullen-Potter. When the Dark Lord came to kill her twin, he saw something in her that he couldn't quite understand. He felt a power rising within himself when he locked eyes with her, a power he had never felt...
I woke up with a jolt, or rather, I jumped up from my bed. I glanced at my fancy, old-fashioned pocket watch. "Ugh, I woke up earlier than my alarm clock," I muttered to myself.
At that moment, both of my sisters, Alice and Rosalie, appeared before me. I had grown accustomed to their supernatural speed, so their sudden presence didn't startle me.
"Hey, we heard your voice. Isn't it early for you?" Alice asked curiously. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything, Rosalie interjected.
"Let's focus on getting you ready instead of wasting precious time on idle chatter," Rosalie suggested with a hint of impatience. Alice's face lit up with excitement. Both Alice and Rosalie enjoyed styling my hair, doing my makeup(even thought i'm basically a child), and going shopping together.
I made my way to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, while Rosalie fetched a box filled with makeup and various hair accessories. Alice headed towards the large wardrobe to select an outfit for me.
I had brown hair with subtle hints of red, inherited from my mother, and my eyes were the same vibrant green as hers. Rosalie skillfully styled my hair, while Alice expertly applied my makeup.
It was 8:27 when Alice and Rosalie finished getting me ready. I let out a sigh of relief, as I disliked sitting still for too long.
We made our way downstairs, and I decided to slide down the railing as I usually did. Sliding down had become almost second nature to me, though my attempts to slide on my legs hadn't gone so well in the past.
As I reached the end of the railing, I gracefully hopped down, landing with ease. Once we gathered in the living room, we agreed that Emmett and Rosalie would accompany me on this outing.
The sound of crackling fire in the chimney caught our attention. Albus Dumbledore emerged from the green smoke. "Good morning, I see that you're ready?" he greeted us.
"Emmett and Rosalie will be supervising Y/n, just in case of any danger," Carlisle informed Dumbledore. "Very well. Please step into the chimney, take this powder, and clearly say 'Diagon Alley,'" Dumbledore instructed, gesturing towards the chimney.
After Emmett and Rosalie disappeared, I concealed my nervousness behind a neutral expression. Edward had taught me how to keep my emotions in check, and Jasper had taught me some fighting moves. Emmett had given me chess lessons and taught me how to climb. My sisters had shared their hairstyling tips and makeup advice. Mom, Esme, had taught me reading and writing, and Dad, Carlisle, had shared stories from his life.
"DIAGON ALLEY!" I shouted, and everything turned green. I closed my eyes, feeling the sensation of being squeezed through a narrow tube.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Rosalie and Emmett. "Hey, need a hand?" I called out, managing to exit the chimney without smudging my makeup or messing up my clothes.
Emmett chuckled at my entrance, while Rosalie quickly came to my side. "I didn't style your hair for it to get messed up," Rosalie complained.
She helped me up, and just as she finished fixing my hair, Professor Dumbledore joined us. "Shall we begin? It looks like rain is approaching," he said, turning to his right.
I grabbed a few extra books than I actually needed (by "a few," I meant around 20 extra books). As Rosalie and I went to buy some school outfits, Dumbledore and Emmett exchanged a brief conversation.
The anticipation of obtaining my own wand thrilled me. I stood frozen in place as I gazed at a wand shop. A wide grin formed on my face as I stepped inside, the bell ringing to announce my arrival. The man with long, dirty blond hair descended from his old, moving stairs.
"I've been wondering when I would see you, Ms. Potter," he greeted me. "Good day, Mr. Ollivander. It's Y/n Cullen-Potter," I corrected him.
"Ms. Cullen-Potter, I still remember... the day your parents entered these doors. Which hand is your wand hand, Ms.?" he inquired, as a magical object began measuring my hand.
"Crafted from Gaboon Ebony, 12 & 3/4 inches, surprisingly swishy, with a Phoenix Feather Core," he observed, handing me the wand. As I flicked it, silver sparkles emanated from the wand, and a gentle breeze tousled my hair.
'It chose me,' I thought, feeling a sense of excitement and belonging.
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"Perfect! Interesting... and curious," he remarked, capturing my attention. His choice of words piqued my curiosity. "May I ask, sir, what exactly is curious?" I inquired, eager for an answer.
He glanced up at me, remaining silent for a moment. Then, with his gaze fixed on the wand in my hand, he responded, "Ms. Cullen-Potter, I remember every wand I have ever sold. This particular wand has been sitting on the shelves for years. I never expected it to find its owner... for it was, and still is, the soulmate of the wand that gave your twin that scar..."
My shock intensified at his words. "Does that mean it's somehow connected to me? To my soulmate?" I asked anxiously, awaiting his response. Before he could answer, the bell above the door chimed, and my sister entered the shop.
"Y/n! Have you found your wand? We have a surprise for you!" she exclaimed. A mix of annoyance and excitement swelled within me. Ollivander simply stated, "12 galleons," and my sister quickly paid before pulling me outside by the wrist.
