The Dark Side (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter 2: The Dark Lord

          Ollivander's wand shop was incredible. Every single breath I took felt magical. Mr. Ollivander was sitting at his desk writing a letter.
          "Umm, h-hello?" I called quietly, not wanting to disturb him.
          "Oh! Goodness me! Hello! So, who will be going first?"
         "I will!" Draco said immediately. Mr. Ollivander sorted through immense shelves containing identical boxes.
          "Alright, hmmm. What about a Hawthorn wood with a unicorn hair center?" he murmured half to himself. He returned to us, and opened the small box, revealing a smooth wand wrapped in a velvety cloth.
          "Here, give it a wave," Draco waved it and a bright green spark came from his wand.
         "Did I do something wrong?" Draco asked frantically, his eyes wide. Mr. Ollivander had a great smile on his face.
        "No, no. You got it on the first try! Well done!" Draco's panicked expression transformed into a smug smile.
          "OK, your turn, madam," Ollivander turned his back and started looking through the shelves again. All I could hear was my pounding heartbeat. Draco got it on the first try, I'm going to look like a fool!
          "Aha! Let's try this one," he handed the wand to me. I pointed it at the floor so if I broke anything, nothing would be too damaged. I was right. The carpet frayed almost completely. I very quickly put the wand back in its box. I swear I saw Draco stifle his laughter.
          "Hmmm... What about yew with a Phoenix feather core?" Mr. Ollivander brought down a black box labelled in gold. He opened the case and held it in his hands, letting it balance on one finger. It was the most peculiar wand I had ever seen. It was white and misshapen and almost looked like melted bone. He handed me the wand, and I immediately felt the magic surge through me. I waved it through the air and an emerald-green flash erupted from it, lighting the entire shop.
          "That's the one!" exclaimed Mr. Ollivander. A great smile found its way on my face, and I looked down at the wand, never wanting to let it go.
          "Thank you, Mr. Ollivander!" I exclaimed as we left the shop.
          "Bye Mr. Ollivander," said Draco, rather politely, which was definitely a first. We tore through Diagon Alley towards our parents, practically bouncing up and down.
          "Mum! Mum! Look at my new wand!"
          "That's great Alexandra! So, what did it do when you waved it?" my mother asked, her voice almost seeming hoarse.
          "There was a brilliant green light, that only lasted for a little bit, I wished it had been longer," I replied. Her eyes widened, and her voice wavered as she spoke.
          "That's great!"
          "I got it on the first try!" Draco butted it.
          "Wonderful," mum spoke dully, and promptly changed the subject. "We got all your books and your cauldron for school, so you are all set," Draco obviously didn't care, he was going on and on about the boy with glasses and how marvellous he did with his wand. Mother kept looking around us as if someone was going to leap from an alley at any moment. "Alright, we'll be on our leave, see you at the train station!" We said our goodbyes and left Diagon Alley. Once we got home I brought up the question that had been buzzing in my mind ever since the visit to Ollivander's.
          "Mum, why were you so scared when I showed you my wand?" she said nothing, and for a moment I thought she hadn't heard me. Then she spoke, her voice thin.
          "I think it's time we talk about your father, Alexandra," we sat down at the dining table, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles had gone white. "I've told you about your father, who he was, what great things he accomplished... But I always avoided why he has always been absent in your life," Nagini slithered around my feet, and I ran a hand over her scales as she continued on her way. "Undoubtedly you know Harry Potter's name, yes?" I nodded slowly. "Well, it begins and ends with that boy," her voice was soft, but still held a viciousness. "Ten years ago, your father obtained a prophecy of his destruction. He simply laughed in the face of death and confronted the Potter family, who had just had a baby boy named Harry. That child was supposed to be the one to end The Dark Lord. He killed both James and Lily Potter, but Lily had put a very powerful protective spell over her son. When your father attempted to kill the boy, the curse reversed and hit him instead," Mother was very pale now. "Most believed the curse killed him, but that is a lie," she hissed, and the severity of her tone almost made me jump. "He is still alive, and one day will return," we were silent for some time, but then I spoke.
          "That still doesn't explain why you were scared of my wand," I pointed out.
          "It's...It is identical to your fathers, same core and wood," replied mother.
          "What did the green light mean?"
          "Well, it usually means what house you will be sorted into, but most 'dark wizards' start with that. No need to worry though, you are destined to be one of Voldemort's followers," I thought for a while.
          "Mum, when will I get to meet him?" I asked. She thought for a moment.
          "Of course, but only when you are ready."