Young Warrior

Chapter 3 - Pure Joy

It's September 1993, I woke up to the breeze on my face from the open window next to my bed. 

My bedroom seemed small but it was perfect for me.

It has light blue painted walls and an antique wooden dresser by my door. The dresser is very old which adds to its beauty.

It has gold knobs on the drawers and a big mirror on top of the backing part of the desk. Today was the day I was going to Hogwarts, I'm finally allowed to enroll and I was extremely excited.

Every day for the past two summers I would stay up all night with Ron listening to him talking about his adventures with his two friends, Hermione Granger and Harry, Harry James Potter.

It's weird to have a cousin who doesn't know they're your cousin.

I met both of them for the first time once last year. Ron took George and Fred to basically break him out of his home.

We didn't hang out much though. Ron also told me about someone named Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.

I met him once at Diagon Alley when we all went last year. No one is very fond of him or his father, they were already starting trouble with the Weasleys and Harry that day.

Apparently, he's in the Slytherin house while Harry, Hermione, and Ron are Gryffindors.

(Last Year at Diagon Alley... All of us were in a bookshop and I was looking at the books.

I felt like someone was watching me so I looked above my head and saw someone in Hogwarts robes looking down at me.

He had slicked-back platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He quickly looked away as I looked up and I walked away.

A few minutes later I was sitting on the steps reading a book. "The Prince and The Pauper by Mark Twain"

He stood above me examining me and the book. "Good book," he says. "Yeah, it's one of my favorites" I reply. "Draco!" I hear someone call and he turns around. I instantly recognize the name.

Ron has always talked about Draco Malfoy and how much he hated him.

I perk myself up and slightly widen my eyes "Malfoy?" I gulp. He looks back at me and I can see his smile faded "You heard of me?" He says with a grin on his face.

I mumble..."Who hasn't."

Some man who I knew to be his father, comes up behind him with a smug face. Mr. Malfoy looks just like Draco, with slicked-back platinum blonde hair, dressed in all black. "And who might this be Draco?" He says.

Draco looks worried. "Um...no one father, just someone I met."

I smile politely. Mr. Malfoy continued to keep a straight face. I stand up abruptly. "I should get going, it was nice meeting you," I tell Draco. He half-smiles.

I get back to The Weasleys.

Draco comes up to Harry and says "Oh look Potter got yourself a girlfriend?" and laughs as he taunts them.

He doesn't see me but Mr. Malfoy does. He comes up behind Draco once again and looks me directly in my eyes.

"Oh, you're with the Weasleys." Mr. Malfoy says to me in an ugly tone.

Draco perks his head up and looks at me. He then looks at the ground.

"Yes, I am. Is there something wrong with that?" I tell him with an attitude.

His eyes widen. "Don't you use that tone with me? Don't you know who I am!" He says. I smirk and he instantly noticed. I don't reply, he scoffs.

I look over to Draco and he is slightly smiling while still looking at the floor. I walk away and go read more books.

I hear Mr. Malfoy taunting Mr. Weasley. now I know where Draco gets it from.)

I woke up exactly an hour before everyone else did. I put on my comfiest pair of skinny jeans and my prettiest top.

I looked into my old fashioned mirror on the dresser, grabbed a hair clip then grabbed two front pieces of my brunette hair, and clipped it back around my head.

I looked at my luggage in the corner of the room and pulled my chair to the front of my window to admire the lakes, and cornfields outside.

I must have been there a while because Ron comes knocking on my door telling me breakfast is ready.

I didn't even hear everyone else already woken up downstairs. I run down the stairs quietly, Mrs. Weasley hates us running down the stairs loudly.

I go down to see everyone at the table already while Mrs. Weasley is in the kitchen.

Ron pulls out the empty chair next to him, looks at me with his face stuffed with food, and gestures for me to sit in it.

Ron is like my best friend, Him and I are really close we tell each other everything!!

After everyone eats we pack our luggage into the car and head to the train station.

We then go to Diagon Alley to get our books and supplies, we meet with Harry and Hermione there.

First I got all my school books, Hermione helped me with that. Then, Ron, Harry, Hermione and I go to Ollivanders Wand Shop to get my wand.

As soon as I walk through the door Mr. Ollivander says "Ahhhh Isabella, I have been waiting for you" with a soft smile on his face.

I walk towards the counter and he says "A wand of mine has been calling your name."

Mr. Ollivander pulls out a black rectangular wooden box that has a ripped piece of old parchment paper on the front that reads
"To Isabella From Dumbledore"

He slowly opens the box to reveal a red velvet interior. The most beautiful wand I have ever seen lies inside.

I hear Hermione take a short quiet gasp of air behind me. Harry's eyes widen and Ron says loudly "Bloody hell that things gorgeous!!"

The wand has a shiny green emerald grip, which is very rare. No wand has a grip made of something else other than wood, the green emerald just adds to its power.

The rest of the wand is made of a black thick wood. Mr. Ollivander says the wand has a phoenix feather core.

Only two wizards are known to have this as a core, Voldemort and Harry Potter. By this time everyone was either confused or astonished maybe even a little bit of both.

Mr. Ollivander says excitedly "Go on give it a spin" I gently wave my wand in the air and gold sparks follow in its trail.

Ron's eyes widen big. Hermione's face lights up and she lightly chuckles. I look over to see Harry's face and he smiles small.

After we leave the wand shop with my wand Fred and George pop up from around the corner with a big black owl and yell "SURPRISE!!!" at the same time.

I laugh, hug them both and thank them with a big smile on my face.

Then George says "Don't worry this one doesn't bite like the others". 

Fred then says "Well what are you going to name it?" I say the first thing that comes to my mind "Smokey!" They both look at each other and laugh.

Harry says "Well I think it's a cool name" with a soft smile on his face. I politely smile back at him. Afterward, we head to platform 9 and 3/4 to board the train to Hogwarts.