The Heart Is Not Black or White

Chapter 5

~Olivander's POV~

The door to my shop opened and the wands rattled slightly. Curious. The wands hand done it for a second time today.

A short, petite girl with the blackest hair and palest skin I'd ever seen walked in with a tall red-headed boy, whom I assumed to be a Weasley.

"Hello," the little girl spoke in a lilting voice. "Are you Mr. Olivander?"

"Yes, I am," I said. "And you are?"

"I am Marissa L'amare," she said, with a bit of pride laced into her words. Did she know that her parents were prominent figures in the wizarding world? I raised my eyebrows in recognition.

"Yes," I murmured. "I see the resemblance."

"Do you know my parents?" Marissa asked with an arched eyebrow.

"No," I replied. "I know who they are, but I know your grandparents very well."

"Oh," she said, looking puzzled.

"Mr. Olivander," the Weasley boy said.

"Oh yes," I said. "Weasley, aren't you?"

"Fred Weasley," he stated. "I came in two years ago to get my wand."

"Ah, I see. Then what can I help you two with today?"

"I'm looking for a wand, please," the little girl stated.

"Of course, if you could give me a moment," I said, excusing myself to the back of the store. As I was looking through the wands, searching for ones that were similar to her parents', I heard the two kids talking to each other.

"When he tells you to test the wand, all you have to do is give it a little wave," said the Weasley boy.

"But what if I do it wrong?"

"Stop worrying, Marissa. Here, wanna practice with mine?"

"Sure. Just a wave?"

I was turning around to stop the little girl, but she had already waved the wand. And then the most peculiar thing happened. A box directly over my head shot off the shelf, onto the front desk. Then the wand popped out of the box and into her hand. The boy and girl both looked at the wand bewildered, and both whispered, "Blimey."

The L'amare child now had the Weasley boy's wand in her right hand and the peculiar wand in her left.

"May I see the wands?" I asked the little girl. She slowly put the wands down on the counter. First I took the strange wand that attatched to the girl and held it up to my ear. 12 inches, Phoenix feather and dogwood, coated in the blackest of blacks. Next I held the Weasley boy's wand up to my ear. Curious. I took another good look at it. Even more curious.

I held out the wands to their respective owners. "Here you go. Ms. L'amare, there is no doubt that this is your wand. Thank you for visiting Mr. Weasley. It was nice to have another look at your wand."

With that I headed to the back of the shop so that I could send a very peculiar owl to Albus Dumbledore.