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Lost and Found	By : demonsangel Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 1979 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor to I make any money from this story. These characters are JKR's with only a few oc exceptions.

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“Are you ready for our trip today, Asta?” a voice asked from the patio door.

Looking up from her reading, Rae spotted her father and nodded. “Yes, Papa,” she replied, setting her book down on the table next to her empty lunch tray. She had gotten up early that morning as was her habit and eagerly prepared for the day ahead. At breakfast, her father informed her that they would be leaving shortly after lunch and that he had work till then, so Rae had gathered her drawing kit and some books on plants and spent the morning in the garden practicing her drawing and studying the various flowers.

He watched her stand and make her way over to him for inspection. It wasn't often he had a problem with her choice in clothes, but it never hurt to make sure. Today's outfit consisted of a sage green colored tunic that fell to her knees with darker green, loose fitting pants and a pair of black flats. Her sleeves came down to her elbows and there was a slit up each side of her shirt. The edges were embroidered with a darker green ivy pattern that matched the color of her pants.

His eyes flicked to her black and red locks which were currently pulled back in a loose braid. She rarely let her hair down like it was the day before. The multicolored strands made the already self-conscious girl even more so. In her hand was the ever-present bag she carried everywhere. It was similar in style to a muggle back-pack only instead of zipping closed, it had a drawstring. Her father nodded faintly in approval his gaze stopping briefly on the mark at her wrist right wrist before coming to rest on her eyes.

“Hide your eyes child,” he said softly, though the reminder was mostly unnecessary. Holding out his hand, he waited for her to comply.

Rae relaxed, giving a small smile at her fathers nod of approval. She concentrated briefly, taking a slow breath before her eyes shifted from the brilliant slitted crimson to an almost metallic silver with round pupils. Though still uncommon, they were her mother's eyes and were much better accepted then the other. Smiling up into her father's deep brown eyes, Rae quickly placed her hand in his, standing close to his side, waiting for the tug of apparition.

Seconds later, the calm, beautiful gardens vanished and were quickly replaced by the noisy, crowded streets of Diagon Alley. Looking around, Rae quickly moved even closer to her father, her small hand moving from his own to clutch at his robes as they began to make their way through the crowds. She had been here many times before, and while she didn't mind shopping, the sometimes large crowds, different sounds and multitude of smells had a tendency to overload her heightened senses. Sometimes it was too much for the small child and she got disoriented and dizzy.

Fortunately, today wasn't too bad as most people were at work or had already done their school shopping earlier in the summer. There were a few families milling about doing some last minute shopping, but they were mostly ignored by her, being given only a curious glance. Her father on the other hand, completely ignored them as they made their way down the street to their first stop.

After a brief visit to Gringotts, they were soon on their way again. Unlike most people, Rae didn't mind the Goblins all that much. Their cold, cruel stares and sarcastic comments were met with a calm face and polite answers. She understood that while they were not a friendly race, they were good at their jobs and wouldn't harm her unless warranted, so she paid them little mind.

Next was a trip to Twilifitt and Tattings for her school robes. Normally people would go to Madam Malkins Robes for all Occasions, but her father refused to shop there, stating that it was beneath them. Twilifitt and Tattings was what Rae would have called a “pure-blood approved” store. A place where high society members of the pure-blood wizarding families shopped for not only school and dress robes but other articles of clothing as well. Rae had no preference either way, as long as she liked the things she got and they were made well.

After being fitted and purchasing several other items, including a new cloak as hers was getting small, the two of them headed out once more to finish the rest of the days shopping. Scribbuli Writing Instruments was next where Rae was allowed to pick out a new set of quills, rolls of parchment and other bits of stationary that she would need for the upcoming year. She was also allowed to get several bottles of color changing ink and some sticks of silver sealing wax.

From Scribbuli's, Rae and her father made their way to Slug and Jiggers Apothecary for her potions supplies. The passed by Potage's Cauldron Shop as her father had gifted her her own set for her ninth birthday after she showed an interest in his potions texts. While at the apothecary, Rae was drilled on various ingredients and their uses as well as proper handling techniques. Having satisfied her father with her answers, she was rewarded with a set of the more expensive crystal potions vials instead of having to get the glass. Once their business was finished at the apothecary, it was off to one of Rae's favorite stores.

Flourish and Blotts was as usual, overflowing with books of all kinds. Rae loved coming here and always left with several books under her arm. After finding the required books for school as well as a few her father thought necessary for her to study, Rae looked up at the man beside her hopefully.

“Papa, may I get some more journals? I am almost finished with my latest one and I would like some for school,” she explained.

Her father regarded her quietly for a moment before nodding. “You may get five. That will give you one for each month until you come home over the holidays and one spare in case you fill the others,” he explained.

Rae smiled up at him happily. “Thank you Papa!” Hugging him quickly, she darted away towards the back where she knew to find the books she wanted. Eyes scanning the shelves, she quickly spotted the journals and dropped to the floor where the unlined ones were kept. Carefully, she began to take them off the shelf one by one, examining paper and binding quality as well as thickness before finally settling on five journals with a medium thick paper that were bound in black leather.

Once their purchases were paid for and they were outside once more, Rae looked at the growing number of items there were to carry. “Papa?” she asked, waiting patiently for him to acknowledge her. A simple flick of his eyes in her direction was enough to have her continue. “How are we going to get everything home? There is already too much to carry ourselves, let alone apparating.”

Pausing in his walk, her father looked down at his child, brown eyes taking in the amount of packages they both carried and noting that his daughter looked to be getting a bit tired. Smiling faintly, he got an idea. “Well, my little Asta,” he started, using his special nick-name for her, “We have several options. We can send for a house elf to come and collect our packages and take them home, or I can teach you a new spell.” He smirked faintly, already sure of which option she would chose and sure enough, she did not disappoint.

Rae's eyes lit up at the offer to learn more. She had already started learning from her father, as was normal for children who weren't raised by muggles and was eager for more. “I would like to learn a new spell please!” she said excitedly as she practically bounced in place. “Besides, the elves are probably busy right now and I would hate to disturb them.”

Dismissing the second part of her statement with a snort, her father moved them off to the side where they would be out of the way and motioned for her to set her parcels down. After both their hands were free, he began the short lesson on how to shrink objects down to pocket size with a simple shrinking spell. Once she was ready, he had her practice on the books as they were the most easily replaced if damaged.

After a few false tries and a bit of frustration, Rae managed to not only shrink everything down, but return it to size with just a flick of her wrist. Once everything was shrunk down again, her father conjured up a small wooden box and levitated the packages inside before handing it to the beaming child to place in her pocket.

“Very good,” he smiled, resting a hand on her head. “Now, let us continue on our way. There are still a few more places to go. But first, I think such an excellent job deserves a sweet reward.”

Rae giggled happily at receiving her fathers praise and slipped her hand into his once more as they made their way into the local sweets store, Sugarplums Sweets Shop. Letting go of her hand, her father nudged her towards the candies, telling her to be quick. Rae nodded and glanced around the store quickly before heading up to the counter where the woman behind it was eying her father before looking down at her with a smile.

A few minutes later and they were heading out into the streets once more. A bag full of sweets clutched in Rae's hand and blood flavored lollipop in her mouth. Aside from the lolli's, which were her favorite, Rae had also gotten some strawberry Sugar Quills, Levitating Sherbet Balls, ordinary raspberry, orange and strawberry chocolate creams and some Peppermint Creams in the shape of toads for her house elves.

After a brief stop at Eeylops Owl Emporium where Rae picked up some premium owl treats for her father's owl Zephyrus, it was time to go to the one place she was most excited to visit: Ollivanders Wand Shop. As they made their way closer, Rae's eyes began to dilate while she became quieter and more subdued.

Her father noted the change in his daughter immediately and kept a close eye on her as they entered the shop. This kind of behavior, while different was not entirely unusual for her, but the reason behind it could be several things, a few of which could have potentially dangerous reactions. Glancing around, he saw that there were no others, though he knew Ollivander to be around somewhere. She was not giving off any feelings of fear though, so he doubted she felt threatened or afraid. Besides, he was fairly sure that she could sense the presence of those who might be hidden and would act accordingly if they were in danger.

Sure enough, seconds later silver eyes moved to one side of the dusty room as if looking through the very shelves themselves. Her father tensed, hand going to his wand just in case. A few minutes later and the sound of shuffling could be heard along with soft muttering. Just as he was about to call out, demanding the person show themselves, a voice came from beside him.

“Mr. Ollivander?” Rae called, her voice calm, eyes never leaving the spot. After a few more minutes, her eyes began following a path towards the end of the isle where a man appearing to be in his late 40's to early 50's appeared. His had silver eyes and graying light blonde hair flying about his head in a manner that reminded Rae of what happened in pictures of people sticking a fork in a muggle electric socket.

“That would be me, yes. How can I help you?” he asked, smiling at her.

Rae tilted her head swaying slightly in place while her father stayed silent beside her, watching the interaction. “Hello, Mr. Ollivander,” she said after a minute. “My name is Rae and I am here for my first wand so that I may go to Hogwarts like Papa.”

At the mention of her father, Mr. Ollivander looked over to the slightly younger male in front of him before glancing down at his wand, recognition dawning on his face instantly. “How is your wand treating you?” he asked.

“Very well.” Her father replied.

Mr. Ollivander nodded before turning back to look at his latest customer. “Receiving your first wand is a very important and special moment in any child's life. Let's see what we can do for you, shall we, young lady? Wand arm, please,” he said more than asked as he pulled out a tape measure with silver markings.

Rae glanced at her father momentarily for clarification. Her father moved his right arm slightly in response. Seconds later, it dawned on her. A person's wand arm was their dominant hand. Holding out her right arm, she watched as the tape measure began doing its work.

“A person's wand arm is their dominant hand,” she mused aloud, her eyes moving to the shopkeeper as he began to look through the shelves as the tape measure continued going. “The dominant side of the body tends to be strong and more coordinated then the other. Does that mean that a person's magic flows stronger through the dominant side, giving them better control?” she asked.

Mr. Ollivander smiled brightly at Rae, coming back over with a long box. “Very good, child. But there are other reasons as well. Some I cannot tell you, but one is that wand work requires precise movements. The dominant side is able to make these movements better then your non-dominant, making your spell casting stronger,” he said, opening the box. “ Eight and a half inch, vine with a unicorn hair core.” Taking the wand out of the box, he held it out to her.

Rae's fingers had barely wrapped around the handle before Mr. Ollivander tried to pull it away, shaking his head. The sudden movement startled the child though, causing her hand to instead clench around it while her magic flared, causing sparks to shoot out from the end. Fortunately the old wand maker moved out of the way before regarding the young lady before him. Nodding faintly, he gently took the wand from her. Giving her a gentle smile, he went off in search of another one. “Not to worry, my dear, it happens.”

Rae did not look convinced though and edged a bit closer to her father, seeking comfort from him. As his hand came to rest on her shoulder Rae began to calm down once more, just in time for Ollivander to come back with several other boxes.

“Nine and three quarters, oak with a unicorn hair,” he murmured, offering this as well. Not a moment later he shook his head once more and took it away from her, though much slower this time. “Hmm...perhaps this one. It's a mulberry wood, twelve and a fourth inches with a dragon heart string.”

Again the wand was rejected, and while this only served to discourage Rae, Mr. Ollivander seemed rather enthused. “A challenge, eh? Splendid!” he said, heading off to get more. Rae smiled at that. She always enjoyed a good challenge and could understand his feeling. It was a chance to put his skills to the test, as her father would say.

So it went, wand after wand they tried till finally it seemed they had tried the entire store. And perhaps they had, though Rae secretly doubted that. Looking up from her thoughts when she heard the wand maker approaching once more, she sighed loudly. It was late in the day and pressing close to evening and they had been at this for a while.

The next wand presented to her was announced to be a thirteen inch ash with a phoenix feather core just like her father's. Mr. Ollivander thought this might please the little girl as she was clearly very attached to her father. But instead of reaching out to take the offered wand, her body stiffened as her eyes narrowed and became red once more, the pupils contracting to mere slits. Shaking her head she took a step back with a low growl, refusing to touch the wand.

Ollivander was surprised at this reaction and quickly retracted the wand, placing it back in the box. At the sight of her eyes, he shuddered faintly. Though he knew who her father was, it was still an unexpected sight. Taking in the girl before him and her reaction, his eyes glanced down to the mark at her wrist before a thought occurred to him. Holding up the box, he watched her eyes follow it.

“Can you feel this, Rae?” he asked, studying her carefully. At her nod, he pressed on. “What about the others? Can you feel them? Or anything else?”

Rae's eyes moved from the box up to meet his own as she tilted her head, relaxing once more. She considered his question for a moment, thinking over the best ways to answer. A brief glance at her father and the wand in his hand decided for her. Honesty was best in this case. “Yes, sir,” she nodded. “I could feel the magic before I came in here. And I can feel you and Papa.”

The old keeper nodded and thought for a few minutes. “What does it feel like to you?”

Rae looked to her father once more, who nodded briefly. It was clear from the look on his face he was not pleased at this turn of events, but he didn't seem surprised either.

“Mmm...like pressure, I guess. Sometimes it is really strong and pushes or wraps around me. Sometimes its light or pulls.” Closing her eyes she felt out the magic in the room, taking a deep breath. Suddenly she started coughing, the dust finally getting to her. With an absent flick of her wrist all the dust in the room was gone. Not even realizing what she had done, Rae looked back up at the man before her. “When I came in here it was warm. Like a blanket. You and Papa are just there. Like when you are in class and you know people are there but you are working and don't see them. That,” she said, pointing to the box in his hand, “I don't like it. It just... feels wrong,” she said, struggling to put into words what she felt.

Mr. Ollivander nodded still looking thoughtful. “Yes, I am sure that were you to take the wand, you may have ended up with a nasty burn to your hand. You are what we call a 'wild child'. A child who is born very in tune with nature and the world around them. Magical energy is a part of nature.” Walking back to the shelves, he continued to speak. “I'm afraid I do not have a wand for you. Most children such as yourself do not live in these parts of the world where the cities are so abundant, there fore, wand makers such as myself tend not to make wands that meet your needs. That doesn't mean I can't though. Of course, most wild ones are born that way due to certain bloodlines. You wouldn't happen to know of yours would you?” he asked, looking at her suspiciously.

Rae shifted faintly, clearly uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her. It was at this point that her father stepped in though, moving to stand in front of her. “Can you make a make a wand for my daughter or not,” he snapped, his anger clearly showing, wand twitching slightly.

Mr. Ollivander quickly stepped back, clearly afraid. “I am sure that I can. But it may take a bit of time and a few tries. But given what I have seen today, I already have a few ideas,.” he said hastily. “I am sure I can come up with something to at least tide her over before the start of school in September. I will owl you when it is ready.”

Rae slipped her hand into her father's as they turned and headed for the door. “See that you do,” he snapped, “Or you will sorely regret having wasted our time.” And with that, they were out the door and back onto the streets of Diagon Alley. Looking down at the disappointed look on his daughter's face, he felt his heart clench slightly. “Come along, little one. We have one final stop to make. I have a surprise for you,” he said, bending down.

Trying her best to hide how she felt, Rae nodded and allowed herself to be scooped up. Resting her head on her fathers shoulder, she yawned quietly, wondering where they were headed next. It wasn't long before she found out; opening the door to Magical Menagerie, her father stepped in before setting her down, though not before casting a glamor to hide her eyes again.

Looking around briefly, Rae started to get excited again. Magical Menagerie sold animals. But not just any animals, it sold pets. Of all different kinds, shapes and size. Both magical and non.

“Your school list says that you may bring an owl, cat or toad with you, and I believe that it is the perfect time for you to pick out a familiar,” her father said, smiling and nudging her towards the different animals.

Rae squealed in delight and hugged her father quickly before taking off in the store. She was very careful of where she went as it was very crowded and she didn't want to bump and cages or upset the animals.

Quickly bypassing the toads, Rae carefully looked through the owls. She was very mindful of her fingers during this time though, not wanting to get bit. Although some of the owls looked very nice, and a few acted friendly towards her, Rae decided to move on. She didn't mind birds, but she wasn't a fan of having to cage them, even if it was only briefly.

The only option left was a cat. After asking the shopkeeper where she might find them, she was led through a door off to the side and into another room. This, as it turned out, was being used to hold the various felines—anything from your typical house cat to lions, tigers, panthers and Kneazles. Walking along slowly, she peered into each cage, occasionally raising her hand to poke through the bars and pet one of the friendly ones.

Suddenly, while looking into one cage at the Kneazle kittens inside, a paw darted out from the cage beside it and curling, grabbed a hold of her sleeve with its claws. Blinking, Rae straightened up and removed the creatures hold from her shirt. She watched as the paw tried to grab her again before moving to see what it was.

Inside the cage was a kitten about the size of a large house cat. He had short sandy fur, large tufted ears and piercing reddish gold eyes. Pulling his paw back, the little male sat up on and watched her before letting out a soft trilling noise.

Rae tilted her head before imitating the sound, to which the cat began to purr happily, pawing at her again. Turning to the shop keeper beside her Rae asked, “What is he?”

“He is a Caracal. They are a medium sized wild cat found in Western and Southern Asia and in Africa. This one happens to come to us from Southern Asia. He is roughly six months old. He will get to be roughly twenty-six to thirty-five inches long, not counting the tail and twenty-nine to forty pounds. Though given that he is the runt of the litter, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't weight much more than twenty,” she said.

Rae nodded faintly, listening to the additional information she was given. “I want this one please,” she smiled at the cub happily.

The woman hesitated slightly. “I am not sure this is what the school officials had in mind when they said a cat.”

Rae turned to her fully. “The acceptance letter to Hogwarts said that I may bring an owl, cat or toad. It did not specify size nor species. So if they do not like what I have chosen, they can take it up with either myself, or my father.”

Her father, who had followed them into the back, smirked. She was definitely his daughter. Never one to over look details and with no problem twisting words to suite her wants and needs. “What will you call him, Asta?” he asked.

The woman opened the cage and took the squirming cub out. She hesitated before putting him in the little girl's arms, afraid he may hurt her but did so at the girl's insistence that she carry her pet instead of placing him in a travel container. But as soon as Rae took hold of the cub, he settled in her arms happily. Proof that he was indeed her familiar.

“Susanoo,” Rae said after a few minutes, following them back up to the front of the store. “I will call him Susanoo after the storm god of Japan.”

Her father nodded, paying the shopkeeper. After gathering the rest of the supplies needed as well as some books on care and maintenance the small family and their newest addition apparated home.

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Zephyrus - greek god of the west wind

Susanoo - japanese god of storms, trickster god

Caracal - Also known as a persian lynx, Egyptian lynx and african lynx though it is no longer considered to be a lynx but instead more closely related to the african golden cat and the serval. For more information on this beautiful cat see here and remember, wild cats are called wild for a reason. Just because they are sold in some areas does not make them good pets.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caracal

Wild Child is my creation. people who a more in tuned with the world around them. Be they human or creature. They tend to have a deeper connection to the universe and thus stronger magic. They are not uncommon in the world so much as just in certain areas. Places where there is large cities are less likely to have them. please do no use them without my permission.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed the latest chapter ^^
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