A sigh was all that escaped the young girl's lips as she walked around in a circle that her parents thought should have burned a hole in the floor already. It wasn't that easy, however, for her to imagine what kind of hell she would possibly be going through trying to take her first steps into the place that would be considered her second home for the next seven years. Her parents always talked of how amazing the world of witches and wizards must be like. Being what she thought was supposed to be normal to be honest this little devil expected her parents to be appalled that their daughter was going to get swamped into a sci-fi nightmare, however when it came to this news, her parents had been completely and scarily over joyous about it.
When the letter had come earlier in the week that their daughter a loner, B average student was a witch Alastair could only think that she would have to hide the letter knowing it to only be a prank from some of her lower primitive bullies playing a trick hoping to over joy the girl whom they believed was dumb enough to believe them. The joke though had gone too far in Alastair's opinion when none other than the supposed "headmaster" had shown up in the family's dining room at the end of grace in a puff of smoke.
"Excuse me may I help you?" Her father said outraged as her and her mother sat there almost in utter shock a bite of chicken each almost falling out of their mouth's. When he introduced himself as Albus Dumbledore and that he was here to speak to their daughter about her entrance into Hogwart's School Of Witch Craft and Wizardry Alastair lost it falling onto the floor laughing at how stupid her classmates must have thought her to be and how pathetic they were to hire a poor actor to continue their joke.
"I'm not sure what they paid you sir, but I can already insure you that I don't believe a word they are paying you to say so if you would please…"
"This isn't a joke Miss Misazuki the truth is you do in fact have magical blood running through your veins. May I ask do you ever have things happen to you whether awake or a sleep that you cannot explain?" Alastair stopped in mid thought about ready to usher the "headmaster" with force if she had to out the door when she remembered there had been instances while she had been in school or times when she'd woken up in the middle of the night in cold sweat from things she couldn't explain fears that didn't seem reasonable to find things a stray within her room or things moving on their own accord in the halls. She'd even had an instance where she had wished one of her classmates to just vanish and low and behold the next morning she'd heard that his family had moved suddenly in the middle of the night with no real explanation or reason.
As she stood now leaning against her window almost a week later Ali just didn't want to believe that she could possibly be a witch. If there wasn't enough to set her apart from her classmates, no, let us add a little witch hat and robe to make it ten times worse, "If I follow this dude to this supposed diagon alley and this all does turn out to be a hoax so help me…"
"Ali… it's time to go honey..." As Alastair turned her head the look in her eye's cold as ice her mother looked at the ground, "I know you don't want to believe what that man said sweetie, believe me sometimes I…"
"Bull mom your thrilled, over-joyed EXTATIC that your little girl is a special case… trust me I heard you and dad talking the other night you weren't very discreet about your over joyous enthusiasm."
"Now you hear me young lady I will not tolerate such talk!" Her mother's voice rose in an almost high pitched squeak one that annoyed her beyond all reproach, but she let it go not wanting to hear it anymore that she absolutely had to. Instead of fighting Alastair grabbed her suitcase filled about a third of the way with a few of her favorite outfits, a couple of books and the one thing she would never leave home without no matter what the case was her I-pod. Her music was her main source or removing herself from this nightmare and by the entire god's above Ali was in no way leaving this world of sanity without it.
"I'm ready whenever you are mother." With that before her mother could come off with another snide comment Ali raced down the stairs and into the dining room where her father stood poking questions left and right at the man that Alastair had already come to despise, who with all regrets, was to be Ali's new Headmaster, "So… whenever you're ready sir."
As the man reached out his hand with a smile Ali's stomach almost churned making her want to throw up, "Just take ahold of my robe Miss Misazuki and we'll be on our way then," he then turned to her parents, "it's been a pleasure meeting the two of you now as I said this is something you must keep to yourselves if anyone is to ask follow the story at which I have given you." As her parents nodded Ali went to open her mouth and ask what this supposed story was, however before she could they were whipped into a whirlwind. When they landed Ali felt her breakfast from that morning come up which in her eyes as well as to those nearby was not a pretty site.
"Get moving Potter!" Harry felt his eyes open quickly as none other than Dudley Dursley came hurtling into the room bellowing at the top of his lungs, "Dad says you need to get to work on the lawn it's not like it's going to cut itself is it?" Dudley was the bane of Harry's existent loving every minute that he could torture him especially now that he felt he had the leverage of yelling for his mummy anytime Harry didn't obey every order that he gave out, because of the fact, that Harry was none other than a wizard which until last year he had never known. The year Harry Potter had turned eleven he had found out that he was known as one of the most famous and renowned wizards in the world since Albus Dumbledore his headmaster for he had defeated the one person who's name most people feared to even mutter.
"Alright Dudley just get your fat arse out of here so I can actually get around…" Harry muttered still half awake. He never did understand Dudley's obsessive need to torture him day in and out. Wasn't it ever enough that his mother gave him every little thing he wanted as well as every minute of her spare attention? No, for some god forsaken reason, Dudley didn't feel that was enough and in so ensued to make his cousin's life a living hell. When Dudley finally waddled himself out of the room Harry quickly slammed the door as he began getting around for the day that he knew was ahead of him knowing for a fact that it was going to be a long one.
When he was finally finished with the lawn almost an hour later Harry wiped his brow leaning up against the push mow that he had been forced to file around the Dursley's lawn, which might we add, had had a bunch of different little obstacles to make the job that much harder, "If only…" Harry muttered as he took a few long breaths' trying to reassure himself that in just under a week he would be returning to the one place he truly considered home.
"Day dreaming are we?" As the obnoxious voice of his Uncle Vernon came to his ear's Harry almost jumped knowing more than likely his uncle would think he was "slacking off" even with the lawn fully mowed, weeded and bushes trimmed, "May I ask why your aunt's garden hasn't been weeded and pruned yet?" Harry almost lost it at this comment, but held himself knowing it was no good to argue with a man whom loved to argue Harry always seemed to notice for either the sake of arguing or just for the most stupid of all reasons. His aunt had recently started a garden which she herself was for some reason never expected to take care of. No, Harry was expected that job as well, however he had never understood why when the things that were planted there would never grow during this season or if they did wouldn't last more than a month trying to grow.
Even with the urge to just hit his uncle Harry silently wandered off in the direction of his aunt's garden knowing the sooner he got the yard work done the sooner he could return to his room where he could finish the letter's he'd been working on for the past couple of days to his friend's . Hermoine had been talking about how her summer had been quite eventful, though to Harry trips to museums weren't much fun at least it was more than what he'd been doing all summer. Ron, however, had been talking about how his family had taken a few trips to visit some of his older brother's which sounded like a lot of fun.
Finally after another twenty minutes of getting poked by oddly sharp weeds Harry headed to his room, but before he could get there he heard a couple of loud bangs, which caused him to race the rest of the way up the stairs into a room that would have shocked even Dudley whose room was beyond a junkyard, "What in the…" As he was about to finish a short elf came stumbling from his closet. As soon as he saw Harry he appeared to almost lose it bowing and babbling before stumbling backwards knocking into a lamp that Harry at the last second caught.
"H-h-h-harry P-potter sir it is an honor…" When he had known that his day was going to be a long one Harry had never imagined it was not only going to be long, but one that would ensue the next couple of days to be some of the most tortured of his summer.
When they finally finished with the last store Ali was almost left in shock. The amount of books and parchment she had stuffed into her small little suitcase had almost shocked her until she had been told a charm had been placed on it to make it hold endless amounts of stuff not long after their arrival to Diagon Alley by Dumbledore. Ali, however, was still in shock that the man she had thought was either a nutcase or an actor hired by her classmates for their continued torturous fun had left her wondering what else could possibly be out there in this world that she had never thought could be.
"Ok, Miss Alastair this is the place you will be staying at for the next few days until the beginning of term. At that time you will be met here by our grounds keeper who shall be escorting you to the train station and platform 9 & ¾ where you shall board the Hogwarts's express alright?" As Alistair came out of her little world she nodded agreeing to what he'd said. As she looked up she was a little taken aback. She was used to a bit of a more pampered lifestyle then this place, however she knew in a situation like this she couldn't beg nor choose where she was going to be staying, but instead follow strict orders, though she despised them. As he got ready to leave Dumbledore looked down at Ali his glasses falling to the brim of his nose making it feel as though he were looking deep into her soul, which in all retrospect, creeped Ali out highly.
"I see great things happening with you Miss Misazuki… Oh and before I forget," He then carefully reached into his robs pulling out a slip of paper, "go to this address tomorrow and give the goblins this number, from there they will be able to show you your vault, good luck Miss Misazuki and welcome to Diagon Alley enjoy your experience here I'll see you at the opening feast." With that he wished her a final farewell and aperated.