"Ugh... What did that spell do to me?" I said, my eyes widening as I covered my mouth in shock. I quickly got up and looked myself over. I was 11 years old again. I quickly entered my bag to transfigure some cloth into clothes. I sighed and changed into the clothes I made. After I was changed, I quickly exited the bag and walked to a park bench to wait. For what, I didn't know. Suddenly, an owl flew up to me, a letter in its beak. It landed on the park bench and I grabbed the letter. Once I grabbed it, the owl flew off. Opening the letter, I was shocked. A school for magic? I began reading the letter.

Dear Alexander Taylor,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place 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,

M. McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I closed the letter, surprise on my face.

There's a school for witchcraft and wizardry?! I thought as I began walking down a street. On the street, everything looked normal, except for one shop that seemed older than all the others. I walked into it and I was surprised. Looking at the materials listed I sighed walking up to the bar.

"Can you direct me to Diagon Alley?" I asked.

"A Hogwarts student?" he asked, walking to the back of the shop, me right behind him.

"Yeah," I responded, watching as he tapped a few bricks with a stick that I assumed was a wand. The door began to open, and I smiled.

"Thanks!" I called to the man.

"No problem!" he called back. I walked through the doorway that had been opened and looked down at the list of equipment.

This reminds me of my first adventure. I thought, smiling at the memory. Sighing, I decided to get the most important things first, minus the wand. That meant the books. I headed in the direction of Flourish and Blots. A few minutes later I walked out, books already put into my bag. I started heading off to get the potion ingredients. A few minutes later, I was walking out. Heading to Madame Malkin's Robes for all Occasions, I wondered what Hogwarts would be like. Once there, I was being measured next to a chubby boy with brown hair.

"Hi. My name's Alex. What's yours?" I asked.

"Neville," he responded.

"Are you excited for school?"

"Not really."

"Why not?"

He didn't answer and soon it was time for him to go. A few minutes later, I was out of that shop and on to find an animal. I went to the owl emporium. Looking at all the owls, I sighed. This is going to be a hard choice. I settled with an owl that looked like Shahree and began heading to Ollivander's. The shop seemed like the oldest one on the block and I sighed, entering it.

"Hello?" I called and a man, I assumed it was Ollivander, slid in on a moving ladder. I waved slightly. Without talking, he slid down the ladder.

"Mr. Alexander Taylor," he said.

"Please, call me Alex."

"Very well, then," he grabbed a box off a shelf, "Holly, 7 ½ inches, unicorn hair core, stiff."

He handed it to me, and I waved it a bit. He grabbed it out of my hands.

"Not that one," he turned back to the shelves, grabbing a different box. We went over that again and again before he finally pulled out a wand from the back.

"Sycamore wood, Dragon heartstring core, 12 ¾ inches, slightly springy," he handed it to me, and I instantly felt this warmth spread over my body. He clapped his hands.

"That seems to be in order," he said. "That'll be 1 galleon."

I produced the payment and walked out.

Having a wand opposed to my staff is going to be weird. I thought, exiting the alley. The time seemed to pass by very quickly after that and, in no time, I was on the Hogwarts express, sitting in an empty compartment.

"Can I join you?" a voice near the door asked.

"Go right ahead. I don't mind," I responded.

"What's your name?"

"Alex. What's yours?"

"Harry."

"That's a common name. Then again, so's mine."

"Yeah."

We sat in silence for a time.

"Excuse me, do you mind? Everywhere else is full," another voice near the door said.

"No, no go right ahead," I said. "What's your name?"

"Ron. Yours?"

"Alex," I responded, smiling.

"I'm Harry," Harry said. Ron's eyes widened.

"The Harry? The one who defeated You-Know-Who?"

"Yes."

"Who's that?" I asked, genially confused.

"You don't know about You-Know-Who?" Ron asked, surprise showing on his face.

"I'm sort of new to this magic world."

"Muggle-born?"

"I guess you could say that."

"Oh," Ron then began to talk about what Voldemort did, before the boy I saw in Madame Malkin's came in and I smiled.

"Hey! Neville, right?"

"Yeah. Have you seen my toad?"

"Have you checked your hood? That seems the most likely of places," I told him, and he reached up, grabbing Trevor, smiling at me.

"Thanks Alex," he said.

"That's what friends are for."

His eyes widened. "We're friends?"

"Why not? Do you want to sit here?" I gestured to the seat beside me.

"Sure."

The conversations soon continued, and I smiled at how easy it is for me to make friends.

"What's in your bag?" Ron asked. I smiled.

"More than you could ever know," I replied mysteriously. Their eyes widened and soon, rapid questions started as to what was really in the bag.

"I bet you it was magically expanded," a female voice sounded from the door. We turned to it and I smiled at the girl there.

"Hi. My name's Alex. What's yours?"

"Hermione. Are my assumptions correct?"

"No, they are not. I am willing to show you, however," I said before speaking into the bag. Suddenly, there we were, inside the bag.

"Where are we?" Hermione asked, looking around.

"Inside the bag," I responded, smiling at their confusion.

"B-but how?" Neville said, puzzled by my answer of 'inside the bag'.

"How else? Magic," I looked over at Ron and Harry, whose mouths were open. "You ok?"

Their mouths opened and closed, but no sound came out. Finally, Harry got out of the shock.

"This is awesome," he said.

"I know right. But we'd better get out of here," I said, waving my hand to get us out. We soon were and more rapid-fire questions started up, like "what magic is that?", and "can you make me one?".

"I don't know how to make these, nor do I know the magic," I said. The rest of the train ride was in silence before we all decided to get our robes on. Soon, the train stopped, and we all piled out.

"Firs' years! Firs' years!" a half-giant called, and I went over to him. I was at the end of the line of first years with Harry and Ron. Frowning at the muddy ground, I summoned a few weir lights. The first years around me jumped in shock as they looked at the lights. I reassured them that the lights were harmless and continued following the half-giant. When we got to the boat, I put out the lights to enjoy the ride in darkness. I felt the tingles of magic and smiled. Suddenly, Hogwarts came into view and I gasped at the beauty. Soon, boats stopped, and a very stern looking witch was waiting for us.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Now, while you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you house points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup," she said. "The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily."

She walked off. When she did, a pale boy with blonde hair walked up to Harry.

"It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. This is Crabbe, and Goyle," he nodded to his thugs. "And I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy."

Ron snickered at his name.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley. Well soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there," he finished, extending his hand.

Harry looked down at it. "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks."

Draco glared at him. The woman returned and smacked him on the shoulder with a scroll.

"We're ready for you now," she said, turning and walking to the big doors, everyone following her. The minute we walked in, I smiled at the beauty of the ceiling. Soon, we reached the front of the hall where a hat sat on a stool. To the surprise of all the first years, it burst into song. The stern woman began calling roll as soon as the hat was done and soon, Harry was called to the front. It seemed as if the whole hall was holding their breath. It was a few minutes before the house was called from the hat.

"Gryffindor!"

The whole of Gryffindor began cheering and I heard a couple of identical red-heads shouting, "we got Potter!"

"Taylor, Alexander," McGonagall said, and I walked up there, legs shaking slightly. When I got up there, I sat on the stool, the hat placed on my head.

"Hmm this is interesting. You're not where you're supposed to be." I heard in my brain.

No. No I'm not. I thought.

But where to put you... you've got a lot of bravery, but also a great loyalty to your friends.

Place me in Gryffindor. I want to help Harry.

Very well. "Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor table erupted again but not as much as with Harry. I hopped off the stool and walked over to the table currently cheering, sitting down next to Harry. The ceremony continued and I smiled. This is going to be fun.