This chapter is just a tad boring. :/ But I had to have them finish their shopping! And I've also introduced some more familiar characters! I hope you like it! xoxo

"I won't let you hurt her!" Collin Sparks yelled, knowing he couldn't defeat the Dark Lord, but willing to give his life for the chance that his daughter and wife would live. Voldemort laughed, and spoke the curse that would end Collin's life.

"Avada Kedavra!" Collin flew into the wall behind him, but only his body slumped to the ground. Voldemort stepped over the body and stalked down the hallway towards the master bedroom. With a flick of his wand, the door flew open and a woman screamed. His mouth upturned into an evil smirk, he walked through the doorway and turned to the closet. He pointed his wand at the doorknob, and jerked hard to the right. The door was ripped off its hinges and flung through the window. The woman hidden inside was huddled in the farthest corner, tears streaming down her face. Voldemort watched her for a minute, enjoying her fear.

"Get up." He demanded. She sat still.

"Get. Up." He repeated. She slowly stood, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

"Come here." He said. She looked at him, then stepped forward so she was standing in front of him. He cocked his head to the right, then roughly grabbed her face in his hand.

"P-Please…" She whimpered. He curled his lip upward.

"Pathetic." This was the last word Arianna Sparks ever heard.

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"Alright, now we've got all your school books, so next, we should pick up your cauldron, phials, and all of those things." Gran said as we walked out of Flourish and Blotts. "We should stop by Potage's Cauldron Shop."

I walked between my Grandparents down the road. There were a few younger wizards walking with parents, some carrying robes, others books, and even more carrying cages that held their pets. I was hoping to see that Draco boy again, but I didn't even see anybody who looked remotely like him or his father. This was probably for the best. We reached the Cauldron Shop quicker than I expected. We walked through the doors and I found that the sign outside (Cauldrons: All Sizes, Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver, Self-Stirring, Collapsible) wasn't exaggerating in the slightest. On one side, there were piles of the largest cauldrons I'd ever seen stacked on top of each other, each pile containing cauldrons of each metal. On the other side were cauldrons the size of my hand stacked the same way. Unfortunately, I didn't get to choose which one I wanted, since the list was very specific. (Pewter, standard size 2) We quickly found a cauldron with this description, paid for it, and left the store. Since Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions was right next door, we stopped by there next. When we walked in the shop, we were greeted by a small, cheerful old lady who asked if we were here for Hogwarts robes. Gran nodded, and the lady grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a platform in the middle of the shop. My grandparents sat down in chairs beside the door.

"Alright… now I'd say you're probably going to be… hmm… no… ah!" She muttered as she watched her self-measuring tape measure work. She grabbed the tape measure, rolled it up, put it in her pocket, and walked behind the counter into a door leading to the back She came back a moment later with three sets of robes, all black. Handing one to me, she led me back to the platform, and instructed me to try one on over my clothes. I pulled it on, and she pulled out the tape again. As it measured, she took out her wand and made a few adjustments; Tightening it here, loosening it there. After she was done, I took it off and she made the same alterations to the others. While she was doing this, a young boy, about my age, walked into the shop. He was with two people who I presumed to be his parents. When he saw me, he smiled.

"Hello, I'm Seamus Finnigan."

"Hi. Ember Sparks."

"You here for Hogwarts, I presume?"

"Yeah. She's just finishing my robes."

"What house do you suppose you'll be in? I know I'm going to be in Gryffindor. All of my mom's side have been in Gryffindor. I personally think they're the best house."

"I don't know for sure. I hope I'm in Gryffindor though." He looked around the shop.

"Where're your parents? They can't be them, they look too old." He gestured to my grandparents. Younger people tend to be completely honest and have no boundaries. I looked at him.

"They're dead." He was silent.

"Oh… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to-"

"Not a big deal. You couldn't have known."

"Yeah…" He said awkwardly. Just then, Madam Malkin walked out with my robes in a bag.

"Alright, here you are!" She said brightly. I turned to Grandpa.

"She's done, Grandpa." He stood up and handed Madam Malkin a handful of Galleons. She nodded her thanks, then turned to Seamus Finnigan. I heard her telling him to step onto the platform as we walked out of the store.

"That boys parents were quite nice." Gran said. "I saw you talking to him. Was he nice?"

"Yeah." I said simply.

"Something wrong?" Grandpa asked. I shook my head. He glanced at Gran, then looked back ahead. We proceeded to purchase the rest of my uniform, a telescope, phials, and a scale, and were just leaving Scribbulus Everchanging Inks when I met two boys, a little older than me, both with fiery orange hair, and looking exactly alike.

"Oh, hello!" One of them said. They had been looking in Gambol and Japes, a joke shop.

"Hello." I said. Gran and Grandpa were occupied with looking in the windows of a junk store. They were prone to be distracted by these sorts of things. The two boys looked at my cauldron, which was holding nearly everything we had purchased so far.

"First Year, right?" The other said.

"Yeah. Do you two go to Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, we're Third Years. I'm Fred, by the way."

"George. Nice to meet you!"

"Ember… Nice to meet you too."

"Little bit shy, isn't she?" Fred said.

"Don't worry, that'll be done with once she actually gets to Hogwarts." Just then, an older Witch came around the corner, followed by an older man, two other boys-one about my age, the other older-and a girl who looked younger than me.

"Fred, George, there you are! We've been looking all over for you!" She then noticed me.

"Oh, have you two made a new friend? Hello, dear, it's nice to meet you! You must be a first year."

"Nice to meet you too, and yeah, I am a First Year." George grabbed hold of the younger boy's shirt and pulled him forward.

"Ow! Geroff me!" The boy said. He had hair just like the rest of the group: bright orange.

"This here is ickle Ronniekins! He's just starting his First Year at Hogwarts too!"

"Get off me!" He yelled and jerked out of his grasp. The two boys were sniggering.

"Be nice to your brother, boys." She said it as if this was a common phrase for her. The boy shook his head, then turned to me.

"Hello, I'm Ron."

"Ember." I said.

"Ember, dear, we need to go buy your owl!" My grandmother said and started walking off.

"I guess I've got to go. It was nice meeting you!" I said as I ran off.

We walked over to Eeylops Owl Emporium, which was filled with, well, owls. All sorts: Barn, Snowy, Great Horned… They had everything! My eye was immediately caught by a medium sized Barn Owl, with larger than normal eyes. It had black and brown feathers, and its wings looked like they weren't big enough to carry it anywhere, especially if you added the weight of a letter or package. Nonetheless, I knew that this was the owl for me. I pointed him out to Grandpa, and he looked asked the price.

"Oh that one is 2 Galleons, 8 Sickles, and 5 Knuts." Grandpa turned to me.

"That's rather cheap. Are you sure you wouldn't like a better one, like that Snowy Owl over there? He looks very strong."

"No, I want this one."

"Alright, if you're sure…" He trailed off. "Pick a better cage for him, then. We've certainly got enough left." I looked around at the cages hanging from the ceiling. It didn't take long to find the perfect one for him. It was a black, metal cage, large enough to hold 3 of him, but not too big that it would look bulky when I carried it. Grandpa asked the price, which was more expensive than the bird himself: 3 Galleons, 16 Sickles, and 15 Knuts. He handed over the money for both the owl and cage, and I walked out with my new pet. Since we had everything needed now, we were walking towards the closest grate to go home. We reached the grate, grabbed some Floo Powder from Grandma's purse, and went home. I brought my new owl up to my room. By then I had come up with a name.

"Welcome home, Rain."