You're Whose Daughter? Book 1

Chapter 4 - Little things to but so much time

(Catlyn's POV)

After the horrific feeling of apparition ended, I slowly opened my eyes to see a tiny, grubby-looking pub.

The words on the sign above the door were faded and I had to squint hard to see the letters form the words, 'The Leaky Cauldron'.

I blinked a couple of times to make sure I hadn't seen it wrong. When the words remained the same after I looked again, I turned to Dumbledore, confused.

"Where in the name Merlin did the name 'Leaky Cauldron' come from?" Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a moment before replying.

"I'm not quite sure myself. However, let's not dilly dally, we have little things to do but so much time." I nodded, stepping into the pub, even more confused than I was before after Dumbledore's weird statement.

The pub looked smaller than I believed it would but surprisingly held a lot of people. Everyone was wearing somewhat similar clothes to Dumbledore that I believed was probably wizard fashion or something.

As Dumbledore led me through the crowd, I noticed quite a few people were pointing and whispering at me.

Raising an eyebrow, I managed to hear some repeated words being used, like 'Bellatrix', 'identical' , 'couldn't be' and 'daughter'.

Frowning, I tried to ignore the murmurs and thankfully, we went out the back door and face to face with a massive brick wall.

Glancing at Dumbledore, I didn't ask any questions, knowing that he probably knew what was going on.

Dumbledore stepped forwards, took something out of his pocket, and tapped a few bricks in a specific order. I looked around, did something happen?

Luckily, I didn't have to wait long, the bricks on the wall started to shake and then move in a synchronised movement, revealing a beautiful and familiar underground stone path that went farther then my eyes could possibly go.

There were shops on either side of the cobblestone path that were beautifully decorated and had signs that said things like Eeylops Owl Emporium, Amanuensis Quills, Broomstix and so on.

It was absolutely amazing and I couldn't help but let out a gasp. Dumbledore chuckled. "Welcome to Diagon Alley."

It took me a couple of seconds to soak it all in. As we walked past the shops, I honestly wished to have about eight more pairs of eyes, I wanted to see everything at once.

Dumbledore led me to a very old looking store, with the name 'Ollivanders' written above the door.

I turned to Dumbledore, curious as to why we were here. Surely there was less old store here, why must we come here.

"This is a wand shop, the best of wands are made by Ollivander, like mine. I have already bought the rest of the things so a wand is the only thing left."

I nodded slowly, processing it all. I supposed I looked quite calm while I was basically screaming in my head : IN THE NAME OF MERLIN! I'M GETTING A WAND! ARGHHHHH!

I smiled at myself and pushed the door open. It was a peculiar shop, it was quite dusty but had a nice feeling to it.

"Um, hello?" As far as I was concerned, the shop was empty apart from me and Dumbledore who had just walked in and there was no sign of this Ollivander guy.

Before I could question Dumbledore on where the wand maker was, the sound of footsteps filled my ears and I snapped my head towards the counter. 10 seconds later, a old man appeared from out of nowhere and spoke.

"Good morning." He spoke in a husky voice. "Ah, Dumbledore, absolutely wonderful to see you again!" He turned to look at me and instantly did a double take.

After blinking several times, finally murmured, "A familiar face but yet I don't think I know who you are. What's your name my dear?"

I looked away for a second before replying, "Raven" I then faced Dumbledore and raised an eyebrow, "But I do believe that is not my real name?"

Silence filled the room, Dumbledore waited for a moment as if to think about what to say before nodding. "That is true. Your real name is Catlyn Trix ... Black." I froze.

Not because I knew something about my last name, but because of the lies. Why would Dumbledore lie about my last name, was it really that bad?

I tried to ignore the endless questions in my head, but most unfortunately, one question popped up. I'm a wolf, why must my parents name me CAT-lyn of all names!

I sighed inwardly and put my focus back to Ollivander who had started speaking. I missed the first bit of his, um, magnificent speech-which I honestly hope wasn't that much of importance- and quickly zoned in as he asked me a question.

"What is your wand-arm my Ms Black?"

I blinked. "My what?"

Ollivander was fast to reply, "Your dominant hand, the hand you used the most."

Looking down shyly, I answered in a small voice quite unlike my usual one. "I don't have one."

Living in the wilderness meant I needed both hands to be strong, not just one. I always use both my hands when working or climbing, meaning I didn't have one hand stronger then the other.

"Do you have a preferred hand? If not, you can just pick a random hand." Lifting up my hands, I thought, which hand do I want to use for the rest of my life to hold a wand?

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left. "I suppose I prefer my left hand." Or do I rather my right? No stupid brain, I already decided. But I could change it.

NO BRAIN! DON'T DO THIS TO ME! But what if you actually prefer your right hand? IN THE NAME OF MERLIN SHU-

"Try this wand Ms Black. Unicorn hair, 9 inches, oak wood and quite flexible." I nodded, thankful someone interrupted my terribly annoying brain.

I picked up the wand and gripped it probably harder than necessary. "Give it a wave."

Nodding, I gave the wand a swish not knowing what would happen next. There was a smash as the windows of the store instantly shattered into millions of pieces.

I quickly put the wand onto the counter and took a step back. "Don't worry my dear, you would be surprised about how many times it has happened. Try this one."

He handed me another wand which I instantly glared at. I sighed but eventually took it and carefully waved it.

Nothing happened.

Dumbledore and Ollivander glanced at each other. "That's new." Ollivander finally spoke after a moment.

I kept trying wand after wand but none of them were working.

Was there even a wand for me? Was I even a witch? Will I even be able to go to Hogwarts?