Grace lay on her back, looking blankly at the ceiling. She sighed and rolled on to her side, hugging the pillow. Her thoughts wandered to her first year at Hogwarts, replaying specific memories.
The sorting hat fell over Grace's eyes.
Ah. The second Avila. I knew this day would come.
Grace jolted in surprise.
Is the hat talking to me? She thought.
Why yes, yes it is. The small voice responded. Oh my. Grace took a deep breath. Anyways, back to business. I can sense your boldness, your determination. A fine Griffindor you'd make, The hat began.
But there's more.
Intelligence. Kindness. Grace pondered. Surely not, She thought as she sighed, waiting to be sorted.
Better be... "THUNDERDRYTH!!!" The sorting hat bellowed.
The headmistress, Professor Dowell, lifted the hat from Grace's head as she scampered off to sit with the other ThunderDryth's.
Grace shifted again, trying to find a comfortable position.
"No. No, no, no. That won't do."
Ollivander croaker, snatching the wand out of Grace's hand. She sighed and leaned on the counter top
"Here. Try this one," Ollivander said, opening a box and handing Grace the wand. "Twelve and a half inches. Rosewood. Phoinex feather." He informed her as she examined the wand in her hand. "Yes! That's the one." He exclaimed, taking the wand back out of her hand and putting it in the box.
"Grace will you stop moving so much?" Felicity whispered drowsily. "Sorry," Grace replied. Two years had passed, and Grace was now attending her third year at Hogwarts.
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ThunderDryth chronicles: Book one, The Vial of Death
FanfictionVoldemort has risen again with his newfound army of mindless minions. He plans to invade Hogwarts and steal the most sacred and deathly thing ever made: the vial of death. One drop can kill off the entire school of Hogwarts. Two brave ThunderDryth g...
