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Ch 1: Saying Goodbye
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~15 Years Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter One: Saying Goodbye
Franquenciitrino Melrose Ollivander, Pippin & a handful of Healers were the only ones present at the funeral of Jacob Renaldo Ollivander. If it had been held 15 years earlier, & in Britain, they would have been hard-pressed to find room for all of the mourners, but even with the aid of magic Australia is a long way to travel for the funeral of a man who had spent the last third of his life confined to a hospital ward. Nevertheless, Frankie & Pip stayed until the last shovel-load of earth had filled the plot and darkness was imposing upon them.
The pair returned one last time to their home at the bottom of the valley. They were to sleep on the hard wooden floor, as Frankie had already packed what meagre possessions they had for the journey to London in the morning. The gold that had been left to her by her parents had been steadily diminished over the years, paying for her education, necessities, Jacob’s care and finally his funeral. The pair were now being sent to live with Frankie’s closest living relative, her grandfather Alexis Ollivander of Ollivander’s Wands. She had been raised, for the most part, by Pippin, with occasional input from her father’s Healers. This had only been permitted because the phoenix had been named as her guardian and her father had been, technically, alive. Everything had been arranged without her knowledge, while she was preparing for the funeral. She was being transferred from the Australian National Institute for the Study of Magic to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the school her father had attended as a Ravenclaw.
As the night drew ever darker, sleep evaded Frankie. She was nervous and unhappy, both because of her father’s death and the turmoil her life had been thrown into. She wandered around the empty rooms of the house that she’d been born in, the house her parents had bought together as their first venture as a couple, the house her mother had died in, the house her father had lost his sanity in. In the morning it would be burnt, the Muggles to find her and Pip’s ‘bodies’, which would actually be transfigured articles of furniture. This, at least, had been her decision. She had wanted to avoid their kind-hearted but invasive questions about her leaving, and this was the easiest way out. It also meant that the memories formed here, both happy and sad, would be put to rest at last.
Frankie pulled out a thick book, hoping that reading would help her sleep. In the days following her father’s death and learning of her imminent transfer, she had read everything she could find about Hogwarts, being a firm believer that knowledge was power. Not only did reading help her prepare for the change, it also warded off her grief. Jacob had been her father, despite the fact that he had been taken from her so soon after her birth. A battle raged within her, one part screaming in silent agony because Daddy was dead, the other numb to the torment because she had never really known anything of the man he was outside of Pip’s stories. She didn’t know the etiquette for mourning a man she had loved by default but never really known, and was wracked by shame that she even needed to consider her reaction. Consequently, she had spent the days since his death staring out window, crying, acting as though nothing had happened and burying herself in books.
Frankie was incredibly nervous about going to live with her grandfather. Not only was she moving to a new country to attend a strange school and live with a man she had never met, but Frankie had never shared a house with anyone before. She knew nothing about shared bathroom etiquette, sharing chores or abiding by others rules, and was notoriously protective of her privacy, having been given detention more than once for jinxing someone who had dared to touch her book bag. She just hoped that her grandfather would understand, and that she would be given space at Hogwarts because she was new.
Sleep finally claimed the exhausted girl a few hours before dawn. Pippin woke her gently before leaving to begin his own journey to Britain, making sure that his charge would get to the Australian Ministry for Magic on time. She nodded once at the Ministry officials whose task it was to destroy her family home and climbed onto the Muggle bus into the city for one last time.
When she arrived at the Ministry, Frankie was greeted by Thaddeus Jefferson, a rather pompous young man who had graduated from her school the year before. “Good morning Miss Ollivander, and welcome to the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry would like to extend its condolences on the death of your father. Please follow me and I shall take you to the International Floo Departure Point.”
“G’day Teddy. Enjoying your new job?” Frankie asked fondly, used to Thaddeus’s haughty behaviour, having known him for the better part of five years.
Teddy’s eyes darted around nervously, looking to see if anyone had heard the nickname. “I’ve told you before, don’t call me that – it’s undignified. How am I meant to head a department with a name like ‘Teddy’?”
Frankie smiled. She always loved ruffling Teddy’s feathers. “I take it you like working at the Ministry then?”
“Yes I do. Now, this is where you’ll be leaving from. A temporary one-way Floo between here and our London counterpart has been set up just for you. You’ll come out the other side in the main entrance; they don’t have a waiting area like we do here. It’s my understanding that your possessions will be sent straight on to your grandfather’s store. Good luck, Frankie,” Thaddeus said, smiling for the first time. “And if those Poms give you any trouble, tell them you’ve got friends in the Australian Department of International Magical Co-Operation.”
“Thanks Thaddeus. I’ll see you later – wish me luck!” Frankie called, taking a handful of Floo Powder and stepping into the flames.
She was glad that Thaddeus had been given the task of ensuring she got to the London Ministry of Magic safely. She had never had any real friends, because she was always been busy with her father and very few mothers were willing to leave their children in the care of a bird, no matter how magical, even for a few hours. Frankie would have been disappointed with herself, and the life she led, if she had left her home country without seeing a friendly face, dismissed as just another job by an anonymous ministry official.
A/N: Thanks SnapesSweetheart, I hope you like this new chapter. Does Thaddeus remind you of anyone? (A)
Chapter One: Saying Goodbye
Franquenciitrino Melrose Ollivander, Pippin & a handful of Healers were the only ones present at the funeral of Jacob Renaldo Ollivander. If it had been held 15 years earlier, & in Britain, they would have been hard-pressed to find room for all of the mourners, but even with the aid of magic Australia is a long way to travel for the funeral of a man who had spent the last third of his life confined to a hospital ward. Nevertheless, Frankie & Pip stayed until the last shovel-load of earth had filled the plot and darkness was imposing upon them.
The pair returned one last time to their home at the bottom of the valley. They were to sleep on the hard wooden floor, as Frankie had already packed what meagre possessions they had for the journey to London in the morning. The gold that had been left to her by her parents had been steadily diminished over the years, paying for her education, necessities, Jacob’s care and finally his funeral. The pair were now being sent to live with Frankie’s closest living relative, her grandfather Alexis Ollivander of Ollivander’s Wands. She had been raised, for the most part, by Pippin, with occasional input from her father’s Healers. This had only been permitted because the phoenix had been named as her guardian and her father had been, technically, alive. Everything had been arranged without her knowledge, while she was preparing for the funeral. She was being transferred from the Australian National Institute for the Study of Magic to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the school her father had attended as a Ravenclaw.
As the night drew ever darker, sleep evaded Frankie. She was nervous and unhappy, both because of her father’s death and the turmoil her life had been thrown into. She wandered around the empty rooms of the house that she’d been born in, the house her parents had bought together as their first venture as a couple, the house her mother had died in, the house her father had lost his sanity in. In the morning it would be burnt, the Muggles to find her and Pip’s ‘bodies’, which would actually be transfigured articles of furniture. This, at least, had been her decision. She had wanted to avoid their kind-hearted but invasive questions about her leaving, and this was the easiest way out. It also meant that the memories formed here, both happy and sad, would be put to rest at last.
Frankie pulled out a thick book, hoping that reading would help her sleep. In the days following her father’s death and learning of her imminent transfer, she had read everything she could find about Hogwarts, being a firm believer that knowledge was power. Not only did reading help her prepare for the change, it also warded off her grief. Jacob had been her father, despite the fact that he had been taken from her so soon after her birth. A battle raged within her, one part screaming in silent agony because Daddy was dead, the other numb to the torment because she had never really known anything of the man he was outside of Pip’s stories. She didn’t know the etiquette for mourning a man she had loved by default but never really known, and was wracked by shame that she even needed to consider her reaction. Consequently, she had spent the days since his death staring out window, crying, acting as though nothing had happened and burying herself in books.
Frankie was incredibly nervous about going to live with her grandfather. Not only was she moving to a new country to attend a strange school and live with a man she had never met, but Frankie had never shared a house with anyone before. She knew nothing about shared bathroom etiquette, sharing chores or abiding by others rules, and was notoriously protective of her privacy, having been given detention more than once for jinxing someone who had dared to touch her book bag. She just hoped that her grandfather would understand, and that she would be given space at Hogwarts because she was new.
Sleep finally claimed the exhausted girl a few hours before dawn. Pippin woke her gently before leaving to begin his own journey to Britain, making sure that his charge would get to the Australian Ministry for Magic on time. She nodded once at the Ministry officials whose task it was to destroy her family home and climbed onto the Muggle bus into the city for one last time.
When she arrived at the Ministry, Frankie was greeted by Thaddeus Jefferson, a rather pompous young man who had graduated from her school the year before. “Good morning Miss Ollivander, and welcome to the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry would like to extend its condolences on the death of your father. Please follow me and I shall take you to the International Floo Departure Point.”
“G’day Teddy. Enjoying your new job?” Frankie asked fondly, used to Thaddeus’s haughty behaviour, having known him for the better part of five years.
Teddy’s eyes darted around nervously, looking to see if anyone had heard the nickname. “I’ve told you before, don’t call me that – it’s undignified. How am I meant to head a department with a name like ‘Teddy’?”
Frankie smiled. She always loved ruffling Teddy’s feathers. “I take it you like working at the Ministry then?”
“Yes I do. Now, this is where you’ll be leaving from. A temporary one-way Floo between here and our London counterpart has been set up just for you. You’ll come out the other side in the main entrance; they don’t have a waiting area like we do here. It’s my understanding that your possessions will be sent straight on to your grandfather’s store. Good luck, Frankie,” Thaddeus said, smiling for the first time. “And if those Poms give you any trouble, tell them you’ve got friends in the Australian Department of International Magical Co-Operation.”
“Thanks Thaddeus. I’ll see you later – wish me luck!” Frankie called, taking a handful of Floo Powder and stepping into the flames.
She was glad that Thaddeus had been given the task of ensuring she got to the London Ministry of Magic safely. She had never had any real friends, because she was always been busy with her father and very few mothers were willing to leave their children in the care of a bird, no matter how magical, even for a few hours. Frankie would have been disappointed with herself, and the life she led, if she had left her home country without seeing a friendly face, dismissed as just another job by an anonymous ministry official.
A/N: Thanks SnapesSweetheart, I hope you like this new chapter. Does Thaddeus remind you of anyone? (A)