Do I Wave My Wand Like This? (HP Fanfic)

Chapter 1 - You're a 11 Years Old Witch

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Louise sat up clutching her head. From what she's feeling underneath her palm, her fall down the stairs just gained her a bump. Wincing at her own touch, she sat up steadying herself with her right hand on the wooden floor. Wooden floor?

"Honey? You alright? Let me look at you. Mr. Ollivander does the Alley have a nearby clinic? Just to make sure my daughter's fine." Her mom said, worry evident in her voice. "Don't look at me like that Richard our daughter is hurt."

"Elena I'm sure that Louise is just fine it's just a bump." Her father, Richard, said.

"No, it's fine. I'm not that hurt. See Mom?" Wait, her mom's name isn't Elena and her father's not named Richard either. Who?
Her eyes bulge out at the sight in front of her. There's no staircase where she fell just shelves filled with loads of boxes. And in front of her is that actor from Harry Potter that sells wands.

"You sure you're okay Lou?" Mom observed the reddish lump in her head. "That book hit you pretty hard. Maybe there's something wrong with the wand?"

"There isn't anything wrong with the wand Mrs. Stephens. It's just not the right wand for your daughter. All wands choose its owner, and this one did not choose Ms. Stephens." The man turns back to the shelves looking for a new one. He climbs a ladder that proceeds to move even without any help from someone.

"Hmm, Louise I might have to agree with your mother. You haven't said anything at all." Fingers rubbing his chin, the father looks up and down for any more injuries.

"No, really I'm a-okay. I'm just a little dizzy from the hit." Mind rushing for a way to explain her current predicament she decided to keep the act of a daughter to the parents. She didn't want them to kill her for taking over their daughter's dead body. If this body is dead does that mean her original body is also dead?

"Here, this wand might be it." Uncaring or just ignorant of the worries of his costumers he thrust an open box at her. "Ashwood with a unicorn hair core, 11" and hard flexibility. A very loyal wand."

She hesitated a bit. This might be true evidence that she really is a witch and that she actually, physically and mentally, is here at the Harry Potter world. Gulping, she now held the wand. A true effing wand. Now for the waving part.

Wonder cross her and her new parents' faces. Silver sparkles came out from her newly acquired wand. Just like fireworks, the silver sparkles divided until it became smaller and disappeared. She truly is a witch.

"Congratulations, Miss Stephens."

"Mr. Ollivander, I heard there are some wand-caring kits? Can you recommend some? Ah Mom, Dad, can we please get a kit?" Facing her parents, she is shocked to see support and pride etched in their faces. This is the first time she received this kind of love in this world. She was lucky to have them.

Father smiled. "Anything for you, sweetheart. Anything."

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That's a huge house. A two-story house, a proper backyard with flowers and decorative bushes, a shed. To her standards, that's already large compared to her old, rickety one.