Describing Catlyn Ollivander, Book 1 Volume1

Chapter 1, General

Even if I close my eyes I can still feel the scars and cuts that pepper my deathly pale skin. Even if that wasn't enough, my ghostly skin allows my veins to poke through. With intrusive thoughts ruining the mood, I quickly finish my shower and hop out to dry myself off.

After having to wrap the towel around my body twice, the towel hangs down to right at my ankles.

after using the step stool to reach the mirror, I start to poke and prod at my face. Keeping it simple, I wash my face and do my white hair. Parting down the middle, it frizzes out with stupid waves down to my chin. Narrowing my eyes, I grab my straightener and beat my hair straight, lengthening it to past my shoulders.

Moving into my room, I rush to put on my oversized black pullover and blue faded jeans, not wanting to get drawn in by the sight of my body. Looking into the full-length mirror hanging from my door, I immediately fail. Crimson eyes stare back at me as I fiddle with my hair. Spinning around, I look to see if any of my scars can be seen.

My hand moves to rest on the hidden brand singed into my skin above my heart, where my collar bone is. I'm too short, I need to lose weight, why do I have stupid wavy hair, you're such a coward for hiding your fangs, you're a monster.

Intrusive thoughts sprint through my head like a cheetah chasing its prey. Slapping my cheeks with my hands, I snap out of my stupid pity trance as I grab my pen and notepad. My black socks protect my feet as I step out from my brown carpeted room and onto the mahogany floorboards of the hallway…

"Don't forget to grab a mask!" Father shouts as I change directions to start going up the stairs instead. Quickly running to my room, I grab a random hard black fabric face mask and meet Father inside the shop after putting on brown loafers.

Chapter 2, Hermione's POV

Following up the ladder, my gaze is met with a pair of cold, large, red eyes. Even as we move to the middle of the room, my eyes remain fixed on her. The German girl sitting on the ladder seemed to be younger than me, but her pale skin and soft white hair gave a different impression. I try to get an insight into her thoughts but the black face mask makes it difficult.

Her eyes seem to be full of wisdom, yet youth lurked in the background. Hollow cheeks cut into her face and, paired with the bags that tightly hug the skin under her eyes, emanate a haunting feeling of danger. Her predatory presence didn't preclude other portions of her presence. Something itched within me to call out to her. It was as if she played me a personal siren song, luring me in like prey. Her eyes meet mine as I look away; a blush spread across my cheeks.

"Ah, wand fitting! The first step into becoming a true wizard, muggle-born or not," he tells me, somehow knowing my worries as he starts stroking his chin. "Catlyn, can you come down here?" his eyes twinkle as the topic moved to wands. The girl on the ladder slides down and joins his side. Her short stature becomes apparent as she just barely reaches my chest.

"What's it like being brought up as a wizard? Why are your eyes red? Is the reason why you can't speak because of magic?" I say quickly, slowly inching towards her as her eyes grow cold and dead. I can only imagine a frown forming on her face as she slowly backs away...

I'm once again reminded of my short height, 4'5"...

Chapter 3, Wand

"You're acting as if you've never seen a wand before," Zach's Irish accent doesn't even shake my glittering gaze from my 15-inch wand. My left-hand grips the semi-smooth handle as my right traces the rest. As you move away from the handle, the Beechwood warps and develops grove-like veins until they wither away and one is left to be a rounded point.

Its extreme flexibility shows as the tip twirls with my finger. The car rumbles as it continues its trek to King's Cross station. Father has had this car for a while. Father doesn't Apparate if he doesn't have to so he bought a car for more long-distance travel, that and his mild interest in muggle tech. Without looking away from my unicorn hair wand…

Chapter 3, General

I put my hand up to silence Zach, who really wanted to come and decided to wear a grey flat cap, brown suit coat, dark blue jeans, and a white button-up.

"You can admire it on the train. It will look weird if muggles look through the window," Zach tells me as I begrudgingly struggle to find a place to hide it in absence of the wand holster in my trunk. Even without the wand in my hands, my ear-to-ear grin doesn't fade as my leg continues the thump like a rabbit. This is it, I can finally do magic! I won't have to use a ladder every time I want a book from a bookshelf!

"Don't worry! They've given up on trying to stop me from hanging out with Catlyn. They've almost given up on the ridiculous idea that Catlyn's a vampire (if only he knew),"...

As the ride continues, fear begins to plague me. What if the sorting hat doesn't put me in a house? Can that even happen? I'm going to make a fool of myself, aren't I? I mean, Father taught me basic stuff, both wizard and muggle but what if that isn't enough? What if people find out I'm a vampire? Air seems to elude me as worry stabs at my brain over and over again…

"Shh, you're ok, you're ok. I'm here for you, I'm here," Zach comforts during my 'panic attack', embracing me as I struggle not to rip my mask off and sink my fangs into his neck…

"How can you lift that?" Zach asks, shocked at my freakish strength as I take the trunk from Father, as he gives him a reassuring look. I look at the trunk in my hands, remembering the mass of school supplies and extra books in it, and shrug as we head into King's Cross…

Grabbing my uniform out from my trunk, I put it into the storage area. Looking around, I spot the closest bathroom and go in to get changed. I slip out of my light blue jumper and jeans, and into the Hogwarts uniform. Changing quickly, as usual, I look into the mirror for any showing scars.

Chapter 3, Hogwarts Uniform

The uniform consists of a grey knee-high skirt, button-up long-sleeved white blouse, grey sweater with a V-neck low enough to see the black tie, and a black cloak with a hood. I slip my wand into my shoulder wand holster that I bought a little bit ago. Guarding the door, I put my mask back on. A silent yawn escapes me as I exit the bathroom. I didn't get much sleep last night due to the nightmare I tried to avoid.

Chapter 4, Harry Potter's POV

With a last look at me, the twins hopped off the train. Coming back to my compartment, I realize that it isn't empty. For an extremely small girl, already in uniform, sleeps in the corner against the window. Looking at Hedwig, I notice the look of discomfort and fear. Noting that, I move him to the opposing seat. This has got to be the strangest looking wizard I've met. I think as I sit across from her and look closer at her.

The bottom of her face is mostly covered by a black mask but soft facial features still shine through. Her stick-straight white hair contrasts greatly against the black uniform, as does her deathly pale skin…

Chapter 4, Leanne Diggory's POV

A small and fast girl crashes into me, only to fall to the ground. Staring down, the white-haired red-eyed girl only looks up to me, Her cold eyes now had a spark of emotion and grief. She breaks our staring contest to push past me and run into the bathroom. I know her. Where do I know her? Oh yeah! She's the rude girl from the bookstore.

Chapter 5, General

I haven't introduced myself becomes as prominent as all the blue veins visible through my translucently white skin.

Chapter 7, General

I pretend to ignore them as I approach the hat. Turning to face the students, my creep, cold red eyes gloss over the crowd, silencing the fire as the hat completely envelops my head…

Chapter 7, Sorting Hat

"It's fine, I can hear your thoughts. Hmm, Gryffindor fits you the least. Same with Slytherin, you despise yourself for your own power let alone want more. Better be- RAVENCLAW!"

Chapter 8, Uniform change and bag

Scrambling, I speed to my trunk only to find something that even overpowered my panic. My uniform, now with its Ravenclaw accents, sat folded neatly on my now graffiti-free trunk but that wasn't all. On top of my uniform sat a new black, blue, and silver cloth mask with the Ravenclaw crest knitted into the top left corner next to a folded piece of parchment paper…

My stomach rumbles at the thought as I take my stash of blood packs and my copy of Animal Farm out of my newly hidden trunks. Stuffing my blood packs in a random sack hidden at the bottom of my trunk, I stroll through the common room.

Chapter 9, General

"Sorry if I offended you by staren' I jus' didn' knew vampire's eyes glow when eaten," I mentally kick myself in embarrassment as I shake my head and try to give him a warm smile. "Hey uhh, if yer up to it, you wan' to come to my hut an' have some tea on Friday? Talk?" I ponder his invitation as we stand in the foyer.

Chapter 11, Pocket Watch

'In a little bit, we should get going,' I respond after comparing my pocket watch and timetable…

'To answer your first question, my wrist is way too small and too sensitive to have a watch so I use the pocket watch my Father had lying around. As to the second question, what?'

Chapter 12, Mana

"Catlyn, that's enough," I can hear the voice cry. Wait, am I hurting them? Stop, stop! Trying to deny the instinct, I try to push the energy back. My inner cries go unanswered as the energy continues to pour into me and white energy from myself forms a bridge between me and the blue person, allowing for more of their energy to be drained. I'm killing them!

Chapter 12, Her Soul

At the command, the nurse rushes off as Dumbledore sits on the bed next to mine, "You see Catlyn, part-vampires are not known for having strong magic. The creation of magic energy is theorized to be tied to the souls of magical beings. Because part-vampires only have half a soul, they create less magic energy so their spells are weaker."

"Normally my dear, but your soul is also weak, damaged, and overworked. Due to how tainted Lich's soul was, it could have caused the birth of a weak soul that generates less magic."

"The years of abuse you've endured could have further diminished your capacity of magic generation. While even that amount should be able to allow you to cast magic so there is another factor."

"The rune circle on your chest uses your magic to stay activated. Catlyn, your body is in a delicate equilibrium, making just enough magic to keep you alive. Cast that spell threw it off and almost killed you."