Wand With Honour [Harry Potter Fanfic]

Chapter 1

I watched as another child left with their chosen wand. Watching their eyes light up with joy and the beam lighten their face made me happy. Especially when their parents grin with pride.

As the last child of the day walked out with a thank you and a new wand, I started to close the shop. As I was pulling the blinds down, I stood for a moment looking at the shop down the road.

Weasley Wizard Wheezes had become a popular shop since it opened. People rushed in empty handed, only to come out with their arms overflowing.

Ever since I was little, I've always wanted to open my shop. I planned it out ever since I went to Hogwarts and I figured out my best lessons were Potions, Charms, Divination and surprisingly Transfiguration.

With my wand, I loved to do Illusions with my magic. Everyone in my house always fell for them because they were really realistic. Lets just say, when I was little... I didn't really have any friends.

Anyway, I planned my shop to be Ilene's Ideal Illusions. Cool, am I right? But after my grandfather died a few years ago, I was left the shop. I was planning on using some of the money to buy my own, but there were a few problems.

1) I had to use most of the money to make the wands

2) If I leave it, then where will people get their wands?

I slowly let the blinds fall shut before making my way into the now empty street. When no one was there, I'd slowly make my way outside and wander. I stared at my white hair for a while before stopping where I was.

I'd never understood how I had been born with white hair, neither had my parents. My parents said I was full of surprises, from when I was born to white hair to being sorted into Gryffindor. You see, mostly everyone in my family had been a Ravenclaw. Everyone except me, the black sheep. Or should I say the white sheep in a field of black?

I remember when I first arrived at Hogwarts. The train journey was awkward as I was stuck with these two ginger haired twins that messed around the whole time. I just pulled out my wand and admired it.

It didn't help that I shared a boat with the same two, and that they shook it the whole time. I'm sure they'll be massive pranksters. Having the last name Ollivander, I waited at least 25 minutes until it was time for me to face the Sorting Hat.

Everyone was expecting me to get Ravenclaw, even me, but literally everyone was surprised when the magic hat shouted Gryffindor. In a state of shock, I had sat down at the Gryffindor table and stuck to myself.

I was bumped out of my memories from my vision flying before I was staring at the sky. When did I lie down? I was just pondering a few questions when two heads came into my vision.

"Is she hurt?" The one on the left asked. Although they were near, there was only one feature I took notice of. Their hair, which was a bright ginger compared to the night sky.

Only two people in this street have that coloured hair, and I was only admiring their shop a few moments ago.

"Can. You. Hear. Us?" George asked me as if I was stupid. The nerve!

I was so angry that he said it like that, that I sat up without a second thought. That resulted in me banging heads with both twins, leaving me with twinning bruises on each side of my head.

The boys fell backwards as I stood up from the ground, clutching their heads. I shook my head, hiding the smile that was threatening to show.

"You guys are over exaggerating," I  stated. The two jumped up, no longer holding their heads, and grinned.

"We do not!" Fred cried in fake astonishment. I rolled my eyes before letting a tiny smile show.

Before I could reply, his brother pulled Fred into a huddle before they both started whispering things back and forth rapidly. Strange boys.

I turned my back and started walking back to my shop, not wanting to let them think I was eavesdropping. They probably didn't remember me, so I didn't think it would matter.

As I drew closer, I felt two arms link into both of mine and walk beside me in a steady rhythm. I looked up at the two confused, why didn't they just leave me alone?

"You remind us of someone," George said as if reading my mind.

"Someone from a long time ago." Fred finished off, causing me to turn my head.

It was only two years ago. I thought with a mental eye roll. The two made idle chatter to each other while I just kept quiet. I didn't want to talk to them. Not to be rude, but because I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.

When we made it to Ollivander's, I unlinked my arms from the two and stood before my door. I turned to the twins who were looking at me with a confused look in their eyes before taking out my key.

"Nice of you to remember me boys," I stated with a smirk.

I unlocked my door and entered the shop before facing the boys once again. I gave them another smile before shutting the door and locking it once again.

I made my way to the apartment above the shop before collapsing onto my bed. I swear, beds are God's way of sending us a piece of Heaven. But it's a pain having to get out of it each day.

I quickly changed into my pyjamas before collapsing onto my bed once again. Getting underneath the clouds, I mean covers, I closed my eyes and thought of the good times.

I'd never talk to those boys again, we'd probably just bump into each other now and again, exchange a few words then I'll run away for being the awkward socialite I am. I'll just live a simple life for the rest of it.

But boy was I very wrong.