This is a twist on the original Harry Potter series. All modern things are included with this story. I do not own the Harry Potter series or characters. This is simply a fan fic
"Maple get down here!!" Mother shouts from somewhere downstairs. I sit up with a start and bang my forehead on the ceiling above my bed. Getting up from the floor I ring a bell so mother would know I'm up. I've not talked to her for ten years.
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Her outfit and accessories
Throwing on a never shout never tee and old wash jeans, I do my make up and run down stairs. Almost running into Ginny I am greeted with the other twins of the household.
"Blimey Maple," Fred laughs catching me as I trip over nothing and sets me on George's shoulders. They were the only ones I've ever talked to, they are my rock. Ron comes from the kitchen his mouth filled with food, as usual. Soon after Mother comes in with two letters with the hogwarts seal.
"I've already sent your replies," she smiles and leads us to the fireplace. After teaching us how to use the flow network, she and Ginny leave for diagon alley. One by one my remaining brothers, who weren't at work, left.
Finally I sprinkle a bit of flow powder in the fireplace and whisper, "diagon alley." Quickly I tumble out the next fireplace bumping into a blonde haired boy.
"Watch where you fall," the boy snarls at me as he shoves me into a pile of soot. Brushing the soot off, I growl " You're no royalty, so what gives you the right to tell others what to do?"
He gets up and laughs, "Feisty one eh?" Offering me my hand he introduces himself as Draco Malfoy.
"Why would I shake hands with a Malfoy?" I spit out his name like venom from a snake. Just as my favorite brothers come walking in, "Hey Maple, Ma wants..." George cuts off as he relieves Malfoy was in the room as well. "What did you do to our sister?" Fred snarls pointing his wand at the poor excuse for a human.
Looking surprised and a bit heart broken, Malfoy replies smartly, "Weasely then. To bad, you would have made a good witch. Blood trader!" At this I chuck my pocket knife at his hair to give him a good scare. Then he runs off to who knows where, "Yeah you better run!!!" I shout after him. Ready to take off after him, Fred and George drag me to the wand shop.
At Mr Ollivander's shop
Mother brings out Charlie's old wand and hands it to me. It feels wrong and I pass it to Ron. The wand chooses him.
Mr. Ollivander goes and brings me multiple wands and they all feel wrong. Finally mother leaves and gives money to George and Fred before leaving with the rest of the family.
Giving them my favorite finger I stick my tongue out at her. My blood was burning in my veins for the hatred that she gave me just because I wasn't like the other children. Mr. Ollivander goes to the back of the shop and brings out a wand case which was covered in lockets.
"Now Maple. This wand is very old. One of the first wands ever made, when magic was first discovered." He opens the box reveling a beautiful wand.
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Picking it up, I feel my blood boil again but not of hatred but something I couldn't put my finger on. A dark smoke comes from the back of the store surrounding me and Mr. Ollivander and leaves as quickly as it came. The old man shakes in fear and whispers, "It's made from aspen wood, a rare black Phoenix gave its feather to this wand."
Fred pokes my shoulder reminding me that he was here with George. Turning around we leave the store and head to the pet shop to continue shopping, even though my thoughts where racing around me head.
Why had the wand chosen me? Why did the old man look frightened?
