A/N: I want to begin a series.

A series in which sets in the universe of Harry Potter, but with the main character self inserted and give reader the perspective of an outsider entering into the universe of Harry Potter.

The beauty of this series is that it should be episodic. So this way I am truly able to complete each little story without the pressure of finishing any, which, hats off to me, I have never caved into, haha.

Each story will be dealing with aspects or nuisances of the magical world that Rowling perhaps have not dealt with yet, I shall explain more as stories progresses. You can view this as a documentary of some sort, but with a plot involved, more or less.

Therefore without further ado. Let's begin.

Disclaimer: all etiology are based on best or most logical guesses of the HP universe.

The Creation of Wands-I

I had awoken in my apartment with the strangest sensation—that I need to go out and explore instead of staying put. I don't mean going out of the house for grocery shopping, I mean into the worlds I need to explore this world before—heavens forbid, that I wake up in a world without magic again.

I mean that in every sense of the world. I shall pause a bit to let this bit of information sink in.

There's a difference, because the reality I perceive in my previous world, or rather, life, versus this one. Many subtleties I think I shall discuss later, when I think of them. But one distinct difference at the moment would definitely be the feeling of the natural world around you. It's as if the energy revolves around everything and if you concentrate just a little harder you'd feel them in proportion to your own. For example, if you step in the grass and the earth beneath your feet and you're able to feel the fluid flow of their aura. Almost like thin breaths whispering all around you. You feel some sliver of strand coming and wrapping around you feet, and the slivers of energy flowing around your hand as you try to caste a spell. You draw magic from around you, and you command those energies to do your biddings. Of course an individual witch or what's is able to summon up enormous magic within themselves—but it's exhausting works not unlike how one would run a marathon where every cell in your body would be screaming for you to rest. In this world. Your energy is your magic. It is much more effective to use your energy and coordinate with the magic from the natural world around you. Rather than trying to conjure up something new from energies you held within yourself.

As with everything, of course there are exceptions, which shall be explained later.

Having adjusted to this new world for almost a year now, the novelty have worn off some what. At least, it's unlike the first few days here where I practiced simple chants form all the texts books I could find—to the point where they have distracted me from my daily job in this life. I was so close to getting fired 8; rather not relive that again. As I adjusts I have discovered new and interesting things almost daily's like an immigrant who have came to a brand new country for the first times. Terrified, excited. Amazed, and above all, extremely curious.

And so I spent almost a year cultivating my presence and personality to people around me, and got myself transferred to another position in the office. One that is paid way less but would allow traveling. I also have been moonlighting in a non-magical humans company by doing various odd jobs like stacking objects, moving heavy loads, or delivery. The money I receive I exchanged them into Gallons. I do hope that no one would mind, since I was more familiar with the muggle world this seemed like an obvious solution at first to save me from destitute. Now I'm saving up for traveling. My boss has known about it, he was curious why I would degrade myself to work for muggles but he lets it slide because it didn't interfere with my regular work which was mainly to fetch things for him.

My job now is filling a small column in a medium sized newspaper publishing house and my job is to fill the corner of empty pages with interesting and anecdotes and stories of the muggle world. Sort of like a "look at how these other species live, how fascinating" type of deal. I rather love it because this comes so naturally to me—while I am very keen to learn how the magical world operates.

One of the main writers fell sick last week, and I had to step in and fulfill the role in writing a three page spread about the experiences of acquiring a magical wand and its ingredients for his, I have to travel to London and find the famed Wand shop—Ollivander's .

I was so excited for this trip I almost forgot something crucial. My origins begin as a muggle. A no-maj, if you will, in Canada. When I have entered this world I am a full adult witchy but I was by no means—a pure mood. If I venture to London all by myself the silly charms I've been practicing would not help me even slightly. It is wonderful to be amazed at your newfound powers of levitation or organizational spells, or turning on the lights but it is a whole other field of study when one must express their defenses of the dark arts should the need arises in the face of an attack.

To be honest, I had never ventured beyond the gates of this city of New York, at least, the magical side of it. I have gotten comfortable with my surrounding and I'm afraid to leave.

Leading back to the real world, I shoved a copy of "Defense against the Dark Arts Sixth Edition" in my suit case, just in case. And with that, I'm off to London.

My name is Charlotte by the way. Charlotte Lovell.

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TBC

A/N: I will upload shorter chapters within a quicker time frame. This story starts off slow but rest assure, the Creation of Wands story arc is already finished. I will not abandon this.