Non Timebo Mala-I Will Fear No Evil

Chapter One: As long as we're Mates...

Chapter One: As long as we’re Mates…

~5 Years Ago~

Making my way down the train, trying to find an empty cabin while dodging other young wizards, I could feel the loud bass of my music pumping through my iPod’s ear buds. I was officially on my own, for the first time in my life I didn’t have my mom or dad, or my aunt who live with us or my baby cousins. They were all back in Florida, waiting for a letter from me that says I made it on to Platform 9 ¾ (which I was certain was a mistake until a man named Mr. Percy Weasley showed me how to get onto the platform) and made it to Hogwarts—a school for Witches and Wizards, like me.

My family and I didn’t even know I was a Witch until a man in a long cloak came to our door with a letter from the school explaining everything in a thick Scottish accent. I was the first Witch in our family. So the man—who introduced himself as Professor Simmons—arranged for me to be flown out to London. He converted the American money my parents gave me into enough gold, silver and bronze coins that I had to carry them in a pouch. Then he took me through a bar called the Leaky Cauldron that opened up to a hidden city called Diagon Alley. He gave me a list that showed me what to buy and where to buy it from and then he was gone.

It took a long time but after being fitted into robes, collecting all the books I needed—and some that I didn’t—and getting all necessary supplies, I found myself at a little store called Ollivander’s, where I was told to find a wand. The minute I stepped in the store a thin, white haired man greeted me.

“Hello dear,” he began sliding down the ladder he was perched on, “I’m Mr. Ollivander, and who might you be?”

“Ella Wentworth, sir,” I answered as politely as I could. Most of the people here had ignored me unless I had addressed them directly and even then they seemed to scowl at me as I walked through the crowded streets in my jean shorts and tank top. It wasn’t my fault that I wasn’t prepared for London’s rainy weather; I grew up in the Sunshine State for Heaven’s sake!

He smiled and I felt a little better. The old man seemed nice and he reminded me a little of my own grandfather except mine would’ve used a lot more swear words when he didn’t think I could hear him. “Well, Miss. Wentworth, I think I have the perfect wand for you.” Mr. Ollivander disappeared behind the walls of shelves that held small narrow boxes before reappearing with one in his weathered hands. “Try this.”

I reached for the box hesitantly, feeling the warm pulse of energy that radiated off of it and opened it, to find a slim wand, the same color as the trees back home, with a silver hilt. As I picked it up I could feel its energy racing through me and instinctively wove the wand towards a pile of shattered glass on the floor. Almost instantly the glass jumped from its resting place and flew to a frame to make a flawless mirror. In it I could see my short dirty blonde hair framing my tan pixie face and my silver-blue eyes that held a new glow behind them. “I—I think it worked,” I giggled a little running my hand over the warm wood of my new wand.

“I think you’re right,” he agreed with a smile. “That wand is 11 inches, made of pine and infused with unicorn hair. I’ve not made a wand from such purity as this in a very long time; it senses your purity, both emotionally and mentally. Hold on to that, in this world it’s hard to come by.”

Smiling, I put my wand in my boot and paid the man with one last thanks. I made my way out of the shop and ran into a boy with slicked back white-blonde hair and a pointed scowl.

“Watch it!” he yelled pushing me over. I fell back on my backpack painfully, my books digging into my back. He was laughing when I cried out from the pain.

I glared at him and shot right back to my feet. “You watch it,” I shouted shoving him in the chest. He stumbled back surprised by my actions and stared at me with clear hatred. “And stay away from me!” Pushing past him and what looked to be his dad—he had the same slicked back white-blonde hair—I walked into another store just to escape him.