The Trip

This is Your Song

As it turned out, buying a Canadian-made wand and taking it home with me to England would have been violating several Canadian laws. Therefore, the Department of International Magical Affairs of Canada approved my necessary trip home, and I departed by Apparition before the weeks end.

It was a complicated process that I did not remember much of, other than many Canadian wizards arranging a safe area for me to Apparate with one of their own.

Seeing my mother again was indescribable. My longing to see her again had not occurred to me until I saw her, yet at the same time, I yearned to be back in the wild of northern Ontario with my friends – and Draco.

The three short days I spent at home in London were the longest days I've ever lived. It seemed that I couldn't get any sleep, and not because of the time difference. My bed felt hard and unwelcoming; I lay awake from dusk until dawn.

Ollivander's wand shop was noticeably smaller that day than the day I'd been in there six years ago.

"Ah, Miss – Granger, was it?" The old man's face was pulled into fine wrinkles as he smiled at me. I nodded and returned the smile.

"Broken or misplaced your wand, my dear?" It sounded like he'd said that very line many times before. He disappeared into the maze of shelves before I could answer.

He returned in two minutes with about eight or nine thin boxes of wands, and immediately started handing me the magical slivers of wood. The first three wands produced nothing more than a jet of green smoke, a sound like a car horn, or rendering a book of Ollivander's to a pile of ashes. The fourth wand seemed to fit into the contours of my hand, as well as conjured three long orange feathers.

I doled out the coins I owed Mr. Ollivander, when he pushed several back.

"That's how much I owe you, Mr. Ollivand-" I began when he abruptly interrupted me in his quiet voice.

"I will not make someone so suited for such a wand overpay." I still didn't understand. He leaned over the counter and breathed, "This wand in your hands is destined for greatness. I don't know any more than that, but I trust that you will do great things."

I left Ollivander's shop, my brain still buzzing about what he'd said. He certainly was no Trelawney, so I had no doubts as to the authenticity of his prediction, only about how I would bring these 'great things' about.

My brain wouldn't let me sleep that night. I was to return to the Hogwarts camp in Ontario tomorrow, which excited and upset me a little. I couldn't wait to getting back to using magic with Harry, Ron and Ginny, but the prospect of seeing Draco wasn't terribly appealing. After all, our last meeting was quite bitter, and he hurt me with his harsh words.

I turned on my muggle radio that night and tried to fall asleep to the local radio station – I could never fall asleep in complete silence. This plan failed miserably.

"It's a little bit funny this feeling inside, I'm not one of those who can easily hide. I don't have much money but boy if I did, I'd buy a big house where we both could live." The soft piano intro of Elton John's 'Your Song' almost brought me to tears. It was one of my favourite muggle songs, and my absolute favourite Elton John song.

"And you can tell everybody this is your song. It may be quite simple but now that it's done, I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words how wonderful life is while you're in the world."

By the time Elton's voice sang, "Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen," I was crying like a baby. Draco's face was all I could see. I made a promise to my heart that night as I cried myself to sleep.

Author: Sorry it was so short. I'll hopefully get more into the swing of writing, and update more frequently.

'Your Song' lyrics by Elton John. I love that song.