Alex Malfoy

Diagon Alley

I woke up late and had to hurry to pick out a proper dress. I ended up picking a loose black one with silver vine desighes on the front of my torso, like always it was knee length. I put my hair in the usual ponytail and hurried down the stairs to my family who were waiting impateintly for me.

"Now we will all have to seperate to hurry up at diagon alley," Mother huffed. "I was looking foreward to doing your shopping together."

I smiled weakly as I took fathers arm and Draco took mothers.

Apperating isn't a pleasant thing, Draco and I used to vommit when we did it, but we soon got used to it.

We apperated right in the entrance of Diagon Alley, the sign on the left of the rode read:

WELCOME TO DIAGON ALLEY

I smiled at the sign, so simple.

"I will go look at wands," Mother mumbled and she stalked off in the direction of a dusty shop that said: Olivander's Wands.

"Here you two go," Father handed us both giant bags of galleons and sickles - never knuts - and said. "I will be buying your books, go get your robes. We will all meet at Olivanders, yes?"

"Yes," Me and Draco replied at the same time, watching our father waltz into the crowd.

"Where do we get our robes?" I asked Draco. After all he was the older twin, though no one would be able to tell.

"Madame Malkins," Draco replied, strutting through the crowd, not waiting to see if I followed. I rolled my eyes and scrambled after him. Did I mention that I was a clutz. No, I din't and I ended up tripping over thin air.

"Walk with dignity for Merlin's sake!" Draco snapped as I tripped for the thrid time.

I flushed and pushed the shop door open, walked up to the front counter where a chubby witch stood, flipping through pages of the DAILY PROPHET.

"Excuse me," I said sofly, I didn't like to interupt someone when they were reading. I wouldn't like someone interupting me, reading was the one thing I could do to escape this twisted worl I lived in. "Me and my brother, Draco, would like to have our robes fitted."

"What school?" The witch said, looking up from the times.

"Hogwarts," I replied, standing on my tippy toe to put a few galleons on the counter so I could pay for our robes.

"We would like the best," Draco said sternly, as if he had to make it clear that we were rich and proud.

"Of course, dears." The witch said, not looking as if she cared and she gestured for us to follow her in the back I glanced at Draco and he was sneering at the back of the witchesn head, agry that he hadn't been noticed as the only son of the famous and powerful Lucius Malfoy.

"You first dear," The witch said to me as I stepped up on a stool. She pricked me with needles a couple of times but I didn't complain considering I kept on moving and it was so obviously my fault.

"Now you dear," She said to Draco as I hopped off the stool.

I sat in a chair in the corner of the fitting room when I heard the door open in the front and the shop owner speaking softly to a boy.

"There's a young boy gettting fitted here also," Madame Malkins informed the boy just outside the fitting room entrance. When they came into veiw I seen the one Madame Malkins was talking to. He was nothing special, he had untidy jet black hair and emerald green eyes, he was short and scrawny with knobby knees, not to mention an unflattering sweater that looked really worn out.

"Hello," Draco nodded to the boy. "Hogwarts too?"

The boy nodded. Then they started to talk while I constantly kept redoing my hair into a ponytail because the clip kept falling out.

"Come on, Alex." Draco called from across the room. "I just seen father heading to Olivanders."

I quickly got up and hurrie after him as we made our way to Olivanders.

I was on my bed making my second entry to my diary:

Dear Tess,

I've went to Diagon Alley today, and the way Olivander looked at me was unsettleing. When I got my wand he seemed sort of reluctant to give it to me, as if I was going to do something bad with it. At first I understood, I was a Malfoy after all, the daughter of a known Death Eater, but he didn't do the same for Draco. Olivander even asked me what I would do with the wand!

"What will you do with the wand, Alexandra Malfoy?" He askled in a worn and raspy voice. He looked fragile, like wand makers always did.

I grimaced at my name, but replied causally. "I will learn magic with it." I replied, somewhat uncomfortable.

He gave me a look as if a warning. It was odd, what was my wand? When he gave it to me he said it was Willow, Dragon Heartstring, eleven inches - then he hesitated when he was about to add something else. What was it? He never said, he told me to give it a swish and it was like magic corsed through my veins, I felt more in control then I ever felt before in my life. I felt brave, like I could finally stand up for my family - but I stopped myself before doing so. I have to be careful with this wand, it could send me in danger. The power could go to my head like The Beast from Beauty and the Beast, and the result woulod be something terrible...

-Alex Narcissa Lucy Malfoy-