Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ werewolf chronicles: Chamber of Secrets ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 2 )

These are probably pointless as no one sure as hell reads these things *sighs* But I'm going to do it anyways.

 

NOTES: First off, I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making any sort of profit off this work - the world of Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling!

 

Second, this will follow closely to the original plot J.K. has laid down in her books but the whole story is told from the view point of my own original character! So events and occasions will be slightly altered to fit my character into the picture! Thus the `alternate universe' genre.

 

Now then, boring stuff:

 

Rating: Appropriate for all ages

Spoilers: The Chamber of Secrets (duh)

 

 

 

Chapter One: Wolf's Bone, a Fight, and the Boy

 

It was amazing - everywhere she looked, witches and wizards of all sorts walked by her; some were in a hurry and simply rushed by in a blur, while others were causally strolling by. Renee had to giggle a little as she watched one witch, dressed in deep purple robes, was waving her wand about, a mirror hovering in front of her, fixing her hair.

`Renee? Now, come Renee I know you're excited, but please stay close to me.' Rosabella reached for her daughter's hand, gently tugging her along. Renee nodded her head, taking her mother's hand; Irenee, her brother, walked by them muttering to himself.

`Honestly - my own sister - a witch! Preposterous!' Renee smiled at her brother's discontent; she knew he took great pride in their werewolf heritage and being on the surface, walking among a bunch of humans (magical or non-magical otherwise) was not exactly his definition of a fun trip.

Renee glanced into her cauldron pot she had just recently gotten - along with a few other of her school supplies which included a few quills, a couple of ink bottles (delicately wrapped, of course), and a small, wooden carved box which contained her wand. Now that had been the most unusual visit of the trip; she never knew how complex matching a wand to a wizard/witch could be. She and her mother had barely stepped foot into the wandmaker's shop and he instantly knew she needed a wand. Mr. Ollivander was the wandmaker's name, and he was busy with another student (perhaps a first year like Renee), being handed wand after wand after wand till something finally happened, and Mr. Ollivander was pleased - or, at least Renee thought he looked pleased. Once the student's parents finished paying for the new wand, Mr. Ollivander turned his attention to Rosabella and Renee.

`Yes, yes - now come here you, hmm - you might be a tough case, but here try this one.' Almost without any introduction or small talk, he began pulling out a series of wands to hand to Renee; before she could even grab the first one, her mother put out a hand, stopping her from grabbing it.

`Thank you, but - I believe you have a, oh what is now - “special” request wand? I have proof if you need it?' Mr. Ollivander seemed surprised for maybe a second, before he peered at Renee strangely; Renee felt herself shift under his gaze - just what was this `special' request wand? Why did she even need a `special' wand? She watched as her mother exchanged a piece of parchment with the wandmaker; he gazed at it for what seemed like 10 minutes, before nodding his head and handed it back to the dark-haired woman.

`Give me a moment.' Pale grey eyes watched as he disappeared to a room in the back she hadn't noticed before. Renee stood with her mother for what seemed like 5 minutes before he reappeared again, carrying a small wooden box in his hands, muttering to himself.

`Strangest wand yet - and definitely most challenging, yes - probably the best I've made since - well.' Mr. Ollivander held the box out in front of Renee, flipping the lock on the front and carefully easing the lid open. She peered in, blinking with a strange sense of awe at a long, thin white wand, laid carefully in what looked like crush red velvet. Mr. Ollivander tapped the side of the box impatiently. `Well? Go on, give it a go, see if you two are compatible.' Renee jumped a little, shaking her head clear as she slowly reached her fingers in, testing the feel of it in her fingers before wrapping them around it completely and lifting it out. No sooner had she lifted it from the box, did she feel the oddest sensation yet; she waved it above her head a misty stream of red jets spurting from the tip.

Mr. Ollivander seemed just as surprised as she was, still holding the empty box in his hands. The surprise subsided to a look of mild interest; Renee placed the wand back into the box, and he slowly snapped the lid shut, handing it to her.

`Peculiar - very peculiar.'

`This must have been very difficult to craft, Mr. Ollivander. I thank you for taking such a difficult request on Albus' behalf, and I myself am willing to repay your work at any cost.' Rosabella inquired, her tone was soft and the gentle smile on her face seemed to fluster the wandmaker for a moment.

`O-oh no, please - I believe Dumbledore has already taken care of the price. But I must say - of all the wands I've produced, this is by far the most unique of them all.'

`Um - excuse me, Mr. Ollivander, but - what's it made of? What's, um, the core?' Renee asked tentatively; she remembered his earlier ramblings about the previous student's wand. Mr. Ollivander turned his attention to her, quickly adverted it to the box she clutched in her hands.

`Well - the core is nothing extra-ordinary; it's just dragon heartstring. The wand itself is unusual - wolf's bone.' Renee almost dropped the box, hastily catching it before it fell to the ground. She stared up at him with wide eyes.

`W-w - wolf's bone?!'

`Yes - normally wands are made of wood, so this had been quite a challenge indeed to craft. I do hope to have reports about its performance - I'm not sure how well it may conduct itself.'

 

Renee's fingers lingered over the top of the box; she wondered if she really could do magic with a wand made from wolf's bone. She also wondered how she was going to excuse the color of her wand - she noticed, most wizards' and witches' wands were brown in colors; hers was a strikingly bright white. Renee sighed, too lost in her thoughts to hear her mother asking her a question till her brother lightly punched her in the shoulder; she snapped her head up.

`Renee - could you check your supply list, please? We are going to get your books next, and then we have to buy your school robes.' Renee nodded, frantically reaching into her pocket, while balancing her cauldron in one hand at the same time. She finally managed to struggle the list out, holding it up.

`Um - well, there's a lot of books by - Gilderoy Lockhart? - that I need to get.'

`All right then - I believe the store is Flourish and Blotts, so keep a sharp eye out, both of you.' Irenee and Renee nodded, Renee following closely on her mother's heels, Irenee lagging a little behind them. They made their way through the crowds of witches and wizards going about their daily lives; Renee could see a few families - returning older students and new students, like herself, running about to get their school supplies. Finally, after working through the crowds, they came across the path in front of Flourish and Blotts, which, in Renee's opinion, did not really sound like a name of a bookstore. Irenee made a rather loud noise of disgust, which made Renee glance at him; she followed his gaze to the inside of the shop, seeing exactly what bothered him.

She saw, among the very crowded shop, two men fighting - one had silver blond hair almost down to his shoulders (well, Renee guessed - it was hard to tell when it was flying everywhere), he was well-dressed, so she guessed he must be well off and trying desperately to swing a rather poorly throw hook punch at the other man, who had slightly balding red hair. He didn't seem as well dressed as his opponent, but not as poorly either (middle class, perhaps); the shelves and books were knocking everywhere - mostly due to people trying to avoid the fight path - a redhead woman (she guessed, the wife of the redhead man) waving her arms about, shouting. Renee noticed four other redheads - a girl probably her age, and three boys; the two older boys seemed to be cheering their father (she guessed again) on.

It wasn't the fight that was catching her attention anymore though; her eyes focused on another boy standing close to them. Renee watched him with an odd fascination she didn't even understand herself; he had black hair, and she could just barely see the outline of round glasses. Renee pouted - he had smaller glasses than she did. She wondered if he was friend, but she couldn't see any adults around him that looked like he would be related to.

`Mother, let us get Renee's robes first; it is obvious that those - men in there, are not going to stop that horrid fight of theirs!' Rosabella sighed, shaking her head as she watched the minor chaos continue in the shop; indeed it would be a rather difficult time retrieving Renee's books at the moment, so she agreed to get the robes done first.

`Come along, Renee. We'll pick up your books when things settle down here.' Renee only nodded, reaching for her mother's hand as she walked them over to the robe shop. She peeked over her shoulder one last time, as a man twice the size of a normal man, pulled the two fighting apart; but her eyes weren't focusing on them, but on the strange boy with his small round glasses, black hair and seeming, apparently, parentless. It would be the last time she saw him in Diagon Alley for the remainder of the trip.

 

 

Chapter One End