Author's Note: Hey everyone! Here is my Harry Potter fan fiction! I hope you like it!
*All rights go to J.K. Rowling*
Enjoy!

Chapter One

Diagon Alley was filled with life. Students and families filled the streets, looking through the windows at toys, candy, and broomsticks.
Abigail Cardlin looked doubtfully ahead of her. Her light blonde hair hung down over her shoulders and almost to her hips and her bright blue eyes hinted towards her feeling of subconsciousness.
Her twin sister, Jessica Cardlin, smiled at the rows of shops. Her bright green eyes sparkled with excitement. She stroked her ginger hair that had one small side-braid that was made out of her bangs.
Their mother stood beside them, her arms wrapped around Abigail and Jessica's shoulders. Their mother smiled, and started to walk forward. Abigail followed, while Jessica skipped behind them. People started to greet the mother and daughters, smiling at them and saying, "Good day." Abigail simply blushed, the tomato red covering her freckles along her cheeks.
They passed by many shops, and Abigail continued to glance at the letter that both her and her sister had received at her house. A man from the Hogwarts faculty came to visit, delivering the letters and explaining what Hogwarts was. The letter was tucked into a thick envelope, that had the texture of rough parchment. There was a wax seal stamp on the back with pictures of a badger, lion, snake, and raven with the letter H in the middle. The letter was written in green ink. It read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Cardlin,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl no later than 31 July.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

On the second page, there was a list of all the items she needed. Abigail read them allowed to her mother as they quickly passed the small shops on the street. Jessica glanced over her sister's shoulder to look, too.
"Look at your own letter, Jess," Abigail whimpered to her in her soft voice.
"I don't have it," Jessica simply replies in her high pitched voice. "I left it at home, by accident."
Abigail rolled her eyes and read over the second page. "Okay," she said in a shy voice. "We will need a few books."
She walked ahead of her mother and Jessica until they reached a shop with a sign just above their heads that read Florish and Blotts. She looked at her mother, who smiled at her.
Abigail smiled back and took a breath before stepping into the shop. There were students everywhere with their parents. Some were running around the shop and pointing out books that they want, while others were simply standing in line and socializing with people they know. Abigail walked into a line of people, watching as they all scurried to get the books they needed.
"I'll go grab the books," Abigail decided. "Stay here." She squeezed passed adults that were standing in line. She glanced up and down the shelf that almost reached the ceiling, reading off her book list.
"Okay," she whispered to herself. "I need The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)," she quickly found the book and heaved it off the shelf. She grabbed two, knowing that Jessica would want one to herself. "History or Magic, Magical Theory, A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, Magical Drafts and Potions, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection." She carried all the books in her hands, grunting with effort until she came up to her mother and asked for help.
Jessica was the first to grab the books, trying her best to keep the ones she took from toppling over. Their mother grabbed some of them, leaving all three of them holding small piles of books.
The line grew longer and longer behind them. They finally reached the front of the line. They placed the books on the small counter and paid their galleons for all the books.

After paying, they walked outside and Abigail glanced at the list again. Jessica was staring over her sister's shoulder again, peering at the written notes.
"We need robes," Abigail read.
"Okay," their mother nodded. They walked along the pathway, looking at all of the shops. Looking up, Abigail spotted a sign that read Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. In the windows, there were many robes.
"In here," Abigail reported. She slowly opened the door, and the small family walked in together. "We need, 'Three sets of plain work robes (black)', 'One plain pointed (black) hat for day wear', 'One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)', and 'One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)'."
The smiling witch, which Abigail assumed was Madam Malkin, greeted them with a question, "Hogwarts, dearies?"
The twins nodded, and the witch pointed to the back of the shop, where there was a footstool and another witch waiting in the back. Jessica and Abigail walked into the back and stood on the two stools next to each other at the witch began to pin and fix the robes that they were fitting.

Within two hours, they had almost everything they needed. "Jess and I need a wand, and a pet," Abigail decided, checking over the list a couple of times.
The twins had almost everything now. They walked down the pathway until they came up to a shop that read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.. The shop was narrow, and they stepped through the doors, the small bell ringing through the old man stood behind the counter, his eyes pale. "Good afternoon," he greeted them with a raspy voice. "In need of wands, I presume?"
Abigail and Jessica nodded at the same time.
"Ah, yes," he sighed, walking out from behind the counter and in front of the twins. He pulled out a tape-measure from his pocket. He pointed to Jessica first, "Which is your wand arm?"
"Uh, my right arm," she guessed. Mr. Ollivander measured Jessica's arm length, from her shoulder to her tallest finger. He continued to measure her height, from her wrist to her elbow, her shoulder to the floor, knee to armpit. He wrapped the measuring tape around her head for the final measure.
Mr. Ollivander walked to the shelves of hundreds and thousands of wands that were stacked on top of each other. He grabbed three boxes from two shelves that stood right next to each other.
He put them all on the counter, and opened the one closest to Jessica. "Pear and unicorn hair, ten and a quarter inches, springy," he handed her the wand. She held it without knowing what to do, and he urged her on, "Give it a wave."
She flicked the wand in her hand, and he snatched it from her hand. He put it back in the box and tried the second one in the middle. "Dogwood and unicorn hair, nine and a half inches."
Jessica took it from Mr. Ollivander and held it in her hand. She didn't have to wave the wand, but it simply made her giggle. "It feels like it tickling my fingers," she laughed. The tip of the wand started to glow, and a blue stream of light danced out of the wand and started to flow through the room like a stream before evaporating into thin air.
"Yes!" Mr. Ollivander cheered. "Very good, indeed."
Jessica was grinning from ear to ear. She showed it to her mother. Mr. Ollivander started to measure Abigail, and within a few minutes, he was back with five wand boxes in his hands.
"Pear and phoenix feather, nine inches, flexible," he handed her the wand. Abigail waved it around, but he took it from her like he did Jessica. He handed her another, "Cypress and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, swishy." Before she even lifted the wand, he took it from her and gave her another. "This one is apple with phoenix feather, nine and a quarter inches, flexible." She took the wand and understood why Jessica was giggling.
Her palm felt warm with the wood as if it was glowing against her hand. The tip of the wand started to glow, but a small blue and purple flame was swaying on the tip, like a flame sitting on a candle wick.
"Ah, yes, good... good," he smiled at the twins.
Abigail and Jessica stood by each other and compared wands. They almost the exact same length, and the wand woods shined in both their eyes.

Abigail led them to a small shop called Eeylops Owl Emporium & Magical Menagerie. Abigail glanced at all the owls with a large smile. They screeched at the passing people on the pathway.
Jessica put her finger under the beak of a beautiful barn owl, stroking its throat. The owl's eyes were closed with pleasure. "Mom," Jessica called. "I want this one."
Mrs. Cardlin smiled at her daughter and nodded. "Pick one out, Abigail," she patted the other twin on the shoulder.
Abigail looked up at her mother and blinked at the different animals. There were cats sitting under where the owls were perched, licking their paws. Abigail looked at a tawny owl, its eyes wide and innocent. Abigail smiled at it, and the owl opened its beak, but no sound came out. She walked towards the bird and copied the motion that Jessica had done, putting her finger under its beak and stroked its throat. The owl's eyes began to close.
"This one," Abigail decided, smiling.
They put their owls in small cages with silver bars. Abigail grabbed the handle of her new bird in his cage and started walking down the alleyway and to the brick wall where they had come in.