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[kookspierogis]

A World After War- Fairy Tail and Harry Potter crossover- chapter 4

It’s been a month since I have arrived in this world, and over this period of time I have moved from the chambers of Hogwarts to the dark but intriguing house of Black, or as Dumbledore told me, number twelve Grimmauld place.  I share this house with none other than the man who owns it, Sirius Black. Sirius is a very interesting man and we he told me his story I shared mine with him. We have become sorts of confidants, someone we can trust.

The house on the other hand, or to put frankly the portrait of Sirius’ mother completely and utterly detests me. She screeches at me to leave whenever I pass her portrait, and she always mutters about something to do with blood, but I can never make out what exactly she’s saying.

Sirius had told me something special was happening today, but I have no idea what. ‘The seventh of July, again huh. The dragons, mother, Tenrou, the Grand Magic games and now today… I’m sort of scared.’ I walk to the kitchen and grab out numerous ingredients from the cupboard. Eggs, salt pepper, cheese and some meat.

“Omelette time!” I cheer. Sirius strolls in from the other room into the kitchen.

“‘Morning Lucy, omelette again I see.” Sirius sighs.

“Good Morning Sirius, sleep well?”

“Not particularly, mother was muttering nasty things that even I could hear.” I nod friskily. Sirius’ mother had been muttering things overnight, probably to the vile house elf here, Kreacher. House elves are normally very friendly but Kreacher, as he puts it serves the portrait. He mutters things to me that would make most cry. A knock on the front door disturbs my thoughts.

“Sirius, watch the omelette, I’ll get the door.” I scuttle past the kitchen and into the front hallway. I open the front door to reveal a pretty woman with small facial features and bright lilac hair.

“Hi there, you must be the traveler Dumbledore told me about. Is Sirius home? I need to speak to him.” ‘Mr Dumbledore told her about me? She must be that special thing today then!’

“Ah, yeah, Sirius is in the kitchen.” I step out of the way for the woman to pass.

“Thanks, I’m Nymphadora, but everyone calls me Tonks.”

“I’m Lucy, pleasure to meet you.” I smile at Tonks. I lead the way to the kitchen. I signal to Sirius who doesn’t realize that the omelette is burning. I sigh.

“Sirius, you do know that the omelette is burning right?” His eyes widen.

“Merlin's beard!” His attention is suddenly moved to Tonks. “’Morning Tonks.”

“Good morning Sirius, I’m here for the trip across town.” Sirius nods and glimpses at me.

“Ah, yes, that trip. Do you have the funds though?” Tonks smirks knowingly.

“Dumbledore gave me the funds.” I narrow my eyes slightly before asking.

“I’m sorry, but I am terribly confused.” Sirius and Tonks chuckle before answering in unison.

“Lucy, you’re going to Diagon Alley.” I blink in confusion.

“Diagon Alley?”

“My dear cousin Tonks is taking you to buy supplies for Hogwarts, Lucy.” He looks at Tonks mockingly.

“Indeed I am so Lucy, get changed and we’ll get going.”

A few minutes later we left the safety of 12 Grimmauld place and into the streets of London. After about half an hours walk through London we reach a very old looking pub with a painted sign. ‘The leaky cauldron, what sort of name is that?!’

“Hello there Tonks!” A man in dark green robes calls out.

“Off to Diagon Alley are we?” another calls.

“I sure am! Have some errands for the ministry to do.” Tonks leads me through the leaky cauldron to the back of the building. I’m looking at a blank brick wall.

“Tonks it’s just a wall.” Tonks smiles smugly at me and shakes her head,

“This isn’t just a wall, Lucy.” Tonks taps the wall with her wand, three up two across. The wall opens to reveal an alleyway full of light and happiness.

“Welcome, Lucy, To Diagon Alley!” My eyes widen at the sight. ‘I love magic here!’

We travel through the crowds of wizards, witches and their children preparing for the school year. Tonks drags me through the many shops and stores before stopping outside a peculiar store.

“Okay Lucy, See that old shop over there?” Tonks points to an old shop across the alley. I nod. Tonks hands me a pouch full of coins. It’s actually quite heavy.

“Go there to get your wand. I will go and get you an animal. Go on, go!” The old shop looks homey, the type of shop that would lure any person in. Wizard or not I can’t help but walk towards it as Tonks prompts me to. I open the door and the floorboards creak slightly, on the door is written: “Olivanders, fine makers of wands since 382 B.C” in gold lettering. A faint bell rings as I step through the door and the smell of wood polish and cherry blossoms wavers over me as I make my way to the counter. An old man suddenly appears behind the counter.

“Ah, I was expecting a new customers soon. That must be you, Miss Heartfillia.” He oddly enough reminds of Master Makarov, with his wild white hair and eccentric but wise personality that just radiates off of this odd man.

“Come, come, step closer, and give me your wand hand.”

“Wand hand?” I question him with my eyebrows raised skeptically.

“Your dominant hand.” I let out a sound of recognition before handing him my right hand, which is now bare. I could vaguely see the faint outline from my previous guild mark. I glance at my right shoulder which bears a red Fairy Tail guild mark in honor of Natsu.

Mr Olivander examines my hand, moving it up and down and looking at the lines on my palm. He drops my hand moves through the back shelves, returning with a black box in hand. Opening it, he hand the wand to me.

“Holly, eleven inches, inflexible, Unicorn hair core.  Go on, give it a wave.” I wave the wand and nothings happens. Olivander promptly snatches the wand out of my hand and places another one into my hand.

“Willow, ten and three quarter inches, phoenix feather core, whippy.” I wave the wand and boxes tumble off the shelves behind Mr Olivander.

“Goodness me no!” The wand is quickly retrieved from my hands. Curiosity bubbles within me and I can’t help but ask.

“Mr Olivander, how do you know which wand to give to the wizard?”  Mr Olivander stops what he is doing and turns to face me, putting his face close to me.

“My dear girl, it is not I who chooses which wand is right for you, the wand does. Wands need to sense loyalty and trust, give you the right amount of power. Remember this, for it is important for all wizards, Miss Heartfillia. The wand chooses the wizard. Never forget that.”

‘The wand chooses the wizard. An odd but understandable concept. I won’t forget it!’

Mr Olivander disappears behind the array of shelves again and reappears. He hands me another wand and I feel a rush pass through me. It’s not good or bad, it’s a feeling of recognition, as if you’re the wand an equal.

“Cherry Blossom, Dragon Heartstring, eleven inches, whippy.” I wave the wand and I feel the rush again. Smiling Mr Olivander places the wand back in its box and hands it to me.

“Be careful with that wand Lucy.”

“I will Mr Olivander.” I open the pouch Tonks gave me earlier. “How much do I owe you?”

“That will be 12 Galleons please Miss Heartfillia.” I pick out twelve golden coins from the pouch and place them on the counter.

“Thanks again Mr Olivander.” I smile as I exit. Tonks is waiting outside for me with something blue in her arms. I dash over to her and look to see a blue cat?

“Um, Tonks, is that-“

“Yes Lucy, it’s a blue cat. The poor thing ate enchanted blueberries. Do you like him?” His fur is the exact same color as Happy’s and I can’t help but smile.

“I love him, and I know exactly what to call him.”

“What are you gonna name him?”

“Happy, his name is Happy.”

“Why Happy?”

“Because he reminds of someone from home”

“If you say so, now let’s go, we still have to get some other supplies you know.”