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"Whoa." I breathed with wide eyes filled with childlike wonder.

The Alley was packed with children and adults alike, children running around screaming while their parents chatted with friends. The different shops that littered the sidelines sold many weird things. Bat spleens and eels' eyes were among them along with strange silver instruments that puffed colored smoke and telescopes that looked far to elaborate for simple, everyday star gazing.

As Hagrid began to point off a few shops and what they sold, my attention turned towards a large crowd of people outside a shop called 'Eeylops Owl Emporium'. I could see various owls through the window before my path was blocked by a man holding quite a large camera.

Normally when you went shopping for beginning-of-the-year-school-supplies you bought things like pencils, notebooks, and about twenty erasers. But no, not at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, here you bought things like a wand, dragon hide gloves and a pewter cauldron.

I glanced up at my guide, Hagrid. Hagrid was a eleven foot half-giant, yes I said half-giant, with a monstrous brown beard and black beetle-like eyes. He would be helping me get all of my supplies and the like.

"Hagrid, where would we get a wand?"

"You would ge' yer wand a' Ollivanders. 'Bu' firs' le's go ter Gringotts, That's where we'll ge' yer money."

Don't make fun of the way he talks. That's just rude.

"Money?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow "I havn't any money."

"Of course yer do, yer paren's lef' you somethin' o' course." He laughed, thinking my question was a joke.

I frowned slightly. The reason Hagrid here was my guide is because I had no one to take me. Not because they were busy, but because I honestly had no one to take me. My aunt and uncle are Muggles, a wizard word for people without any magical blood in their veins, and don't believe in the word 'magic'. They wouldn't have let me gone to Hogwarts if Hagrid hadn't came just yesterday to retrieve me. They were perfectly fine with making me go to the Muggle school and not go to Hogwarts.

At the very end of the Alley was a large, snow-white marble building. Once you compared it to the cramped shops alongside it, you wondered why such a pristine building would be here in the first place. Once inside the building, white tile flooring and white spotless walls, did you notice the one thing off about this place. It wasn't any strange guard creatures or anything like that, it was the people or things that worked there.

They all had fair skin and judging on the few that weren't behind counters, they were very short. They all had long, slender fingers with long pointed nails. Their noses and ears were pointed also and their bald heads were dome-shaped.

"Goblins."

At the end of the building was a counter larger and more important looking than the others, most likely the go-to counter. As we approached the goblin he pulled rectangular glasses down his long nose and folded his hands underneath his chin.

"Miss Hope Potter would like ter make a wi'hdrawal from her fault." Hagrid spoke up, his voice booming in the otherwise quiet hall.

The goblin sat up straight in his chair and looked down at me. I felt self conscious under his calculating gaze. Finally, though still looking at me, did he ask "And does Miss Potter have her key?"

I glanced quickly up at Hagrid, worry no doubt clear in my eyes. I had no key. In fact, I didn't have anything, my relatives saying freaks didn't deserve any property. I only had the clothes I had on right now and they were still hand-me-downs from Dudley, my cousin. My outfit consisted of a ratted pair of jeans and a baggy green T-shirt that I had tied back with a hair tie to make it fit me better.

Hagrid frowned and I couldn't help but think 'oh great, he doesn't have it'. But a second had passed before Hagrid's eyes lit up and he began to dig around in his large coat pocket "Oh yea, I remember, I have 'er here. Aha! Here's the little devil."

He leaned in slightly and his voice dropped, sounding nearly like a normal person's voice "An' 'here's somethin' else, Professor Dumbledore gave me this. Its abou' you-know-wha' in vaul' you-know-which."

Ooooo a secret! I looked up at the goblin who slowly pealed back the ruby seal and began to read the contents. His head slowly game back up and he sort of smacked his thin lips "Very well."

The goblin, I still haven't caught his name, lead us to a few sets of rail tracks. He ushered us into a trolley and soon we were zooming down the numerous caves on squeaky wheels.

We stopped at vault 687, my own vault, and the goblin slipped the key into the lock. I watched as the doors opened by themselves, revealing several mounds of gold, bronze and silver. I stared shell-shocked and quickly scooped a few handfuls into a leather pouch Hagrid had gave me. He said it had a Extension charm cast on it so my things could fit in without hassle.

We went down a few move caves and arrived at vault 713.

"What's in there?" I asked curiously, wanting to know what was so special about this vault and what it held.

"Can't tell yer that Hope, very secret, Hogwarts business." He said in a hushed tone, scooping down to my level.

As the door to this vault opened, Hagrid's large frame blocked the doorway. I tipped my heard slightly to try and get a peak at whatever it was, but all I caught was a small brown package.

Once back on the main floor I bid goodbye to the goblin, which I guess shocked him because of the look that was on his face. As I turned to catch up with Hagrid, a family of three walked in and caught his attention.

"Lily, James an Harry!" Hagrid exclaimed joyfully.

The parents shared a smile as their son ran over and hugged Hagrid, his arms barley reaching around the man "'ello Hagrid, what brings you here?"

"I'm helpin' Hope get er Hogwarts supplies, which I bet yer doin' today ter huh?"

Harry glanced at me, shaggy black hair covering his forehead and emerald green eyes blinking owlishly at me. "Uh yeah." He told Hagrid after a moment.

"Hello Hagrid." Lily said with a sweet smile, dark red hair swinging atop emerald eyes.

James stood beside his wife, arm around her waist and he smiled "Hello there Hagrid." He had the same shaggy black hair as Harry, but he had large hazel eyes instead of green. He glanced over at me before doing a double take, shock filling his eyes.

I smiled at him weakly and looked up at Hagrid "Hey Hagrid, if you want, you can talk to them and I can go get my school supplies."

"Oh no Hope, I'm jus' stopin' ter say 'ello." Hagrid easily swatted at my vain attempts to leave.

Lily looked over towards me and stared "Hope?"

I met her gaze and we stared at each other for quite a while. I shifted awkwardly on my feet.

James cleared his throat "How have you been, Hagrid?"

"O' I've been good. And yer?"

"Pretty good myself." He replied politely.

I tired my best to ignore them all, keeping my attention on a rather plump witch who was complaining about her account.

Hagrid grinned "That's good! Well we best be goin', good-bye Lily, James, Harry. See yer at Hogwarts."

"Yes, good-bye Hagrid." James said. He glanced at me uncertainly "Bye Hope."

"Bye." I muttered.

"Oh! And Happy birthdee Harry!" Hagrid called out to the boy as we turned to leave.

Harry smiled "Thanks Hagrid!" He looked at me and told me rather softly "You to Hope, uh, Happy Birthday."

I looked at him in surprise "Uh thanks... you too."

I glanced up at Hagrid, craning my neck to get a good look at him "So, where off to next?"

"Ollivanders o' course."

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Ollivanders was an old-looking store, most likely the oldest in the Alley. It was owned and operated by Mr. Ollivander himself.

Hagrid opened the door to Ollivanders and looked at me "I'll be righ' back. You jus' go in 'here an' ge' yer wand and I'll meet yea ou'side."

I glanced between the open door and Hagrid nervously "Won't you stay with me?"

"O' you'll be fine Hope an' besides, 'here wouldn't be much room." He explained with a soft smile.

I nodded and took in a deep breath "Okay, I'll see you soon then."

He slapped my shoulder in farewell, causing me to stumble into the shop and nearly fall over my feet. I huffed and rubbed my shoulder as I looked around in awe. "No way."

I opened the door and a bell chimed off somewhere. The walls were covered in slender boxes, no doubt each holding a wand. There were hallways full of other boxes, more boxes were stacked behind the desk and there was even a second floor whose walls were covered in even more boxes. I took a tentative step forward "Hello?"

A rolling sound came from one of the multiple hallways and soon Mr. Ollivander came rocketing towards us on a ladder attached to the wall. Mr. Ollivander was an older man with aging skin and puffy white hair. He looked at the four of us "I wondered when I might be seeing you Miss Potter."

"Seems like only yesterday," He continued, "that your mother and father where in here buying their first wands."

Mr. Ollivander then looked me over "Which arm is your wand arm?"

"My wand-" I began confused, but was immediately interrupted. "Your left or right Miss Potter."

"Oh, right." I mumbled.

Mr. Ollivander grabbed a random box and handed me the wand it contained "Here we are… "

Though I had no idea what to do with it, I experimentally gave it a wave, so as not to look as stupid as I already left.

A stack of nearby boxes burst into flames. My mouth fell open "Oh my god! I'm-"

He instead handed me another wand, ignoring the slowly burning boxes that suddenly put themselves out "Perhaps this…"

A slowly grasped the handle and before I could flick it, a vase exploded, showering the both of us in water.

"No! No! Defiantly not!" He exclaimed. "Maybe… this one."

It sent out a shot of yellow light as soon as I had it, as if the wand had a mind of its own. A drawer in his desk popped open, papers littering the ground around it.

"Nope!" He cried and walked back towards the end of a hall, bringing out another box "I wonder…"

I flexed my wrist and rolled it in a circle.

He walked over to me, totally invading my personal space, and handed me the wand. He stared at me with intense eyes. I felt a sudden power flow through me, as if the window had been left open and a gale of wind swept through. A yellow light seemed to surround me before disappearing. I stared at the wand in wonder "Wicked."

"Yikes!" he exclaimed with a surprised look on his face "Very curious."

"Huh? What is?" I questioned him with furrowed eyebrows.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold Miss Potter, the phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wand, gave another feather, just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand, when its brother, gave you that scar and your brother his." I subconsciously put a hand over my wrist.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I thought about what Ollivander had just said, but then it dawned on me "Voldemort owned the other one didn't he?"

"Shhh! We do not speak his name Miss Potter!" He yelled dramatically.

"Now, the wand chooses the wizard Miss Potter, it's not always clear why, but I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you, after all, He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named did great things, terrible, but great."

I guess most people would have focused on what he said, but my whole sense of focus was on the wand in my hand. A wand whose brother changed my entire life.

Now, I'm guessing your confused. Let me elaborate. I'm guessing you've noticed we all share the same surname: Potter. Lily and James are my parents and Harry is my older, twin brother. Now there's a reason we all didn't come together. I don't live with them. I live with my mothers boney sister, Petunia, her whale of a husband, Vernon, and her pig of a son, Dudley.

The whole reason behind this is the prophecy. 'One born as the seventh month dies, the Dark Lord will mark the child as his equal, though the child has power he does not. The child has the power to vanquish the Dark Lord once and for all.'

Those who were thought to be the child in the prophecy was me, Harry and a child by the name of Neville Longbottom.

That night, my mum, dad, Uncle Sirius and my Godfather Remus had gone out to eat, leaving us with their other close friend Peter. I had always hated him as a baby, they could never figure out why. He was a traitor, a spy. Peter Pettigrew was a spy for Voldemort. A dark and evil wizard. But beyond that is a mystery, all we know is Pettigrew betrayed the Potters to the Dark Lord and the curse rebounded, killing the Dark Lord.

Harry got away with a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead and I got the less noticeable, less cool looking 'L' shaped scar on my inner right wrist. I was asleep when everyone finally got home, Harry was wide awake wailing his little head off. Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, believed that Harry had been awake to protect me, but I forgot his reasoning as to why I had fallen asleep.

Harry was then hailed as the Boy-Who-Lived, the vanquisher of the Dark Lord. And so what happened to me? I was then sent away, off to my magic-hating, non-magical, mother's sister's house. And for what reason? Because I was too much of a distraction for my little prodigy brother. I mean come on! We were like one!

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Wand clasped in my hand, I walked out of the door and looked around the cramped alleyway, immediately spotting Hagrid.

He held a large bird cage in his hand, a beautiful owl resting in inside.. He walked towards me and exclaimed "Happy birthdee Hope!"

My eyes widened and I poked my finger through the wire, feeling as the owl's soft feathers glided over my skin. The owl Hagrid had handed me was snow-white with black dots sprinkled over her feathers and round amber eyes. I had never gotten a present before, unless you count Dudley's old broken toys.

I beamed. "Hagrid she's beautiful! Thank you so much!"

Hagrid smiled "It was no problem Hope."

"So what next?"

"How abou' Madam Malkin's fo yer robe fittin'?" he questioned.

I wrinkled my nose at the thought of clothes shopping, I hated shopping, but I guess I did need some new clothes. Hwgrid's large size prohibited him from coming in once again, so I had to make my way in alone. I walked over to a small plastic chair and sat down, waiting patiently for some type of salesperson. On a round pedestal, getting robe fitted, was a boy with slicked back platinum-blonde hair and blue-grey eyes. He talked to the attendant with a high-and-mighty drawling voice. I couldn't help, but immediately hated him. I know, I have amazing people skills.

After he had left, I am immediately ushered onto the pedestal. The woman quickly begins to hold tape measures around different parts of my body, forcing me into the article of clothing and then said clothing piece is fixed if need be. Before I even knew it, I was handed a large bag filled with robes, gloves, a coat, and even a few pairs of pants and some shirts. The whole process was over and another kid was soon taking my place, beore I even knew I was done. I hastily placed the money on the counter and left.

I distinctively remember the boy say his name a few bazillion times, I had to make sure to avoid him when at Hogwarts. What was his name again? Malory? Melody? Oh wait! Malfoy.

I walked back over to Hagrid, who stuffed my clothes into a spare bag, which he told me also had an Extension charm on it like my money bag did.

We then went to several different stores, collecting things like ink, quills, parchment, a cauldron, and a telescope. I only had a few more things needed on my list and those were the course books.

A bell went off like it did in Ollivanders, alerting the owner of our presence. I looked around the shop, which was filled with many rows and shelves which were all filled with books. i looked at Hagrid "I may be in here awhile."

He laughed, but nodded "Thanks alright, I got ter run ter a shop anyways, I'll see yer lat'r."

I nodded and gave a wave "See ya."

I peeked down at my list and walked over to a section that lined a wall, a tall sign that read 'Course Books' hanging over it. I grabbed a nearby basket and placed the eight needed books into it, already feeling its heavy weight. I was about to walk over to a nearby section labeled 'History', but stopped and quickly scooped up next year's set of books.

I picked up a book that was about the 'Soap Blizzard of 1378', but instantly put it back.

I turned the corner to reach the 'Transfiguration' section, but instead bumped into bushy haired girl with slightly large front teeth. We both 'omphed', but I recovered faster and quickly helped her up. I gave her a uncertain smile "I'm so sorry!"

She shook her head "No, I'm sorry! I should have been watching where I was going."

We both stooped down to collect our basket of books and rose at about the same time. I checked to make sure I had all my books and smiled "Missing a 'Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration'?

She looked at her basket before grinning "I am, thanks."

I held my hand out "I'm Hope Potter and you are?"

"Hermione Granger. So, your like, a Potter. As if, like, Harry Potter."

I nod "Yeah, I'm their daughter, his twin sister."

She gasped "I didn't know he had a twin!"

"No one does."

She frowned "What do you-"

I quickly interrupted her "Your names from a Winter's Tale right?"

She nodded her head enthusiastically "Finally someone my age knows!"

I laugh softly "I'm going to assume you're going to Hogwarts this year?"

"Yes. You to then?"

"Yeah, me too."

"What books have you gotten so far?" She asked me after a moment.

"Just the ones needed on the list and next year's set."

"Really?! Me too!" She squealed.

"Oh really." I laughed.

She smiled "But I have no idea what else to get. You see, I'm what you call a Muggle-born and have no clue what's going on around here."

I nodded in understanding "Me either, despite being a Half-blood."

Hermione looked suddenly nervous 'So, um, would you mind if we looked together?"

I blinked in surprise "Oh! No, no. Not at all."

Hermione's smile broke out over her entire face "Great!"

It could have been an hour for all I knew, but rationally thinking it could have only been about half an hour. Out baskets were overflowing with books on dragons, werewolves, Transfiguration, Defense against the Dark Arts, Quidditch and many more. I was surprised I would carry it all. It weighed a lot.

Hermione touched my shoulder "My parents are over there, I gotta go."

"Alright, I should probably leave too." I noted Hagrid's great bulk walk over to the door.

"Well I had fun today, I'll see you on the train right?"

I nodded in agreement "Yes you will."

"Good." She grinned "You better save me a seat, miss."

I chuckled. "As long as you save me mine."

It was when I had finally gotten back to the Dursley's, that's when it hit me with the weight of a freight train. I had made a friend! That's never happened before, especially if Dudley had something to say about it.