Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. Okay? So There.
Brooklyn wasn't from around here. It was easy to pick her out from a crowd. She had a Green Day tour tee shirt on and a pair of ripped jeans. No one else was wearing casual clothes such as these. They were in robes and some in pointy hats.
Once she realized where she was she understood why the people dressed as they did. She didn't believe it, of course. She thought the gigantic man at the bar was full of himself. She had been visiting her grandpa from the United States, sitting with him and drinking a glass of water, when this huge man comes in. His face was mostly hidden by his big, bushy beard, but she could see his eyes, which didn't much suit him. They were twinkling.
The mans name was Hagrid.
Apparently her grandpa had been a powerful wizard back in the day, and he and Hagrid were old school buddies. Brooklyn thought they were kidding. Come on, magic? Wizardry? Witchcraft? What nonsense!
But her grandpa insisted it was true, and when they went home he even showed her his wand and his owl, and his copies of the newspaper that magic-folk read, the Daily Prophet. He had it delivered secretly after so many muggles, or non-magic folk, visited him. He rarely used magic now. And Brooklyn wondered if she had some magic running through her blood.
But, this caused Hagrid much distress when he found out she was a muggle.
"They're not supposed to know," he said. "This is bad!" he said. Brooklyn didn't see the harm in it. It wasn't like she was going to blab it out. What if she had some magic in her, too?
That's when she decided she would finally go to this mysterious Diagon Alley that Hagrid was always off to. But first, she tried to memorize how that gigantic man pressed in those bricks…
A/N: My first fanfic, so don't be too hard on me plz! lol. Please review!