Harry Potter and the Dragon Witch

I was sitting in a cage, angry at myself for getting captured. I looked over at my dragon, Nightstorm, who was trying to break the bars with his ice breath. "Buddy I don't think that's gonna work..." I say sadly.

"But it has too!" Nightstorm said as he took another deep breath before shooting his ice breath. I place a hand on his cool black scales and sigh. Nightstorm stops and looks at me with worry in his ice blue eyes. "Mistress? What's wrong?" he asks.

"We're stuck in a damn cage! You know how much I hate being stuck in cages!!" I snarl. Nightstorm and I have been hiding from everyone until recently. You see weird things have been happening lately, wherever I go disaster strikes. I never even knew my parents because the day I was born was the day they died. I'm eighteen years old and I never went to school because of Nightstorm and because of the strange things that have been happening. Just then an old man with long grayish white hair and beard appears in front of the cage.

"Do not be afraid dear child, my name is Albus Dumbledore and I will help you escape on one condition. Accept this scholarship for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." The old man says, handing me a letter. I take the letter and open it.

It reads "Dear Ms. Chara Dragon Witch, we are here to announce that you have been accepted into the school of Hogwarts. We would love to invite you and your pet dragon to live with us in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You are going to need the following items: A wand, first year course books, a cauldron, and a set of glass beakers."

I look up from the letter and at Dumbledore. "Uhm, okay, now what? I would really love to get out of this damned cage." I say. Suddenly Nightstorm and I appear in Diagon Alley. Dumbledore is nowhere to be seen. "Finally! Okay so I'm assuming this is where I get all the stuff I need for school. Come on Nightstorm, let's find a wand first." I look around and spot the wand shop. "There it is, let's go." I say, then I notice that Nightstorm is too big to fit. "Your gonna have to wait outside buddy." I tell him.

"Alright, that's fine with me, it looks cramped in there anyway." Nightstorm says, following me to the wand shop. I head inside, the bell above the door goes off, causing me to jump.

I am greeted by the shop owner who then runs off to find a wand suitable for me. When he comes back he is holding a black and red box. "A reasonable size wand made of black dragonwood with dragon fire at it's core." The shopkeeper says.

I grab the wand and gasp as I'm overflowed with power, the power of thousands of dragons who died long before Nightstorm and I were even born. I look at the shopkeeper and say, "It's perfect. Thank you." I then leave the store with my newly bought wand.