Disclaimer: See previous chapter.Two years later.
Mr. Ollivander, British wand-maker extraordinary, was not particularly used with encountering the majority of British witches and wizards more than a set number of times in his life – usually when they were choosing their wands, when they are bringing their children to choose their wands, and grandchildren. Usually, that was it, though there were some exceptions: Albus Dumbledore was one of them, Nicholas Flamel and his wife Perenelle another. To see Lucius Malfoy, his wife Narcissa and a little girl, who didn’t look too much like either of them, but had some distant traits of the Rosier of Narcissa’s family tree, was something of a surprise to him, as a matter of fact.
“Good day, Lucius,” he said cordially, “what brings you here with your family? Congratulations on your daughter – I didn’t know that Narcissa and you had any kids...”
“Oh, we adopted her quite some while later – and a good day to you too,” Lucius Malfoy replied calmly. “She’s from America, maybe a pureblood, maybe not, but definitely abused by muggles back then.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Ollivander nodded with genuine respect and sadness. Contrary to what Albus and his circle tended to preach, Ollivander was fully aware, that the muggles were just as mixed and varied as the wizards were, and so to assume that they were all good was foolishness... “But isn’t she too young to have a wand? Or is she a squib?”
“On the contrary,” Lucius Malfoy said, smiling widely – perhaps too widely, as Ollivander’s squib remark must’ve stung, “she’s extremely gifted with magic, and can talk to plants – with them talking back to her, as they did for your brother.”
Yup, Ollivander had definitely stung Lucius Malfoy and his pride, and unless you were Albus Dumbledore or Lord Voldemort or someone equally powerful, that course of action wasn’t the wisest. Moreover, the fact that Ollivander had a brother – not a wizard, but a druid – wasn’t widely known in the wizarding circles of Britain and Ollivander, for one, wasn’t aware that Lucius Malfoy was one of the people with that knowledge.
But, first things first. “Your little girl can, can she?” he asked, curious despite his better intentions. “Can she show me?”
“Tara, dear, can you show your magic skills to the nice Mr. Ollivander, please?” Narcissa asked the little girl, smiling kindly.
“Okay, I’ll try,” Tara nodded, as she stared at one of Ollivander’s flower beds, concentrating and whispering silently. For several moments everything was serene, and then a tiny, smaller than a small house elf, green-skinned plant spirit made his appearance, breaking the tense silence.
“Oh my!” was all that Ollivander could say after the plant spirit was dismissed. “Mr. Malfoy, let me speak frankly. If this was a boy, I’d be halfway to contacting my brother right now, but she’s a girl, and as such – not eligible.”
“Really?” Lucius said with some genuine incredulity. “And some people accuse us of being introvert!”
“I know,” Ollivander said ruefully, “I don’t like druids – other than my brother – all that much. That said, however, your best bet is still Hogwarts.”
“I don’t know,” Lucius said thoughtfully. “Dumbledore... he’s a great man, but his character is even more so: it’s everywhere, and I’m not so sure that I appreciate it as much as I do the actual man. Beauxbautons, perhaps, and seeing how Tara’s a girl, I doubt that even the traditionalists will be squawking-”
“No argument about Albus,” Ollivander said calmly, “his character can become too much. But I can assure you that closeness to her new family will do this little lady wonders, and as for Al-bus... he actually owes me some, so if he gets to be too overbearing, I can actually step in and help you manage him.”
“Really?” Malfoy looked at Ollivander with a new, more curious gaze than before. “Well, we still have quite a bit of time to decide the future of Tara’s education, but thank you for your advice and offer all the same. We’ll be in touch.” With these words the Malfoy family was off.
Ollivander watched them leave against the early sunset and couldn’t help but wonder what he was getting himself into.TBC