Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from this story, except, of course, the ones I made up. I do not own Harry Potter, either, no matter how much I wanted to.

Author's notes: This story is told in Emily's point of view; although there may be some other characters POV also. Oh, and italics are thoughts.

"Emily!!!"

My mother's shrill voice penetrated my dreams, unwilling fully bringing me back to reality.

"Emily! GET!! UP!!!" she screamed, yet again reminding me of the tasks we had to accomplish today.

"I'm up I'm up!" I grumbled, all the while falling out of bed and limping over to my closet.

I tripped over my cat, Clyde, yelled and fell face first on my hard wood floor. I groaned into the dark cherry boards, the scent of wood finishing filling my nostrils. I got up, glared at Clyde (who was sitting there, probably laughing at my stupidity) and continued my trip over to my closet.

A few seconds later I was standing in my closet, overwhelmed by all the choices of clothing.

Er, well I guess I'll choose randomly….

Closing my eyes, I reached out and grabbed a shirt, then a pair of shorts. Opening my eyes again, I saw I had grabbed a startling, fuzzy low-cut white sweater, and a pair of pitch black shorts. I hastily chose a gray tank top to go under the sweater.

After I had changed, I rubbed my eyes and stared at my self in the full body mirror. My eyes looked…well ….terrible, but they were sparkling light brown none the less. My hair could do with a good brushing, although I doubt you could get a brush through it. My light brown waves were all tangled and my side bangs were kind of…in the center, but I would fix that later.

As I went to run downstairs and face my now very annoyed mother, Clyde came up and rubbed lovingly against my leg.

"Aww I love you too, Clyde. But be careful." I warned, eyeing his creamy colored fur," I don't want to walk around with white fur all over my shorts!"

He just stared at me with his big, brown eyes, and let out a "Merowr" of confusion.

I chuckled and bolted downstairs, quickly grabbing a brush.

"What in God's name were you doing up there?!" my mom screeched, eyes flashing with anger. I could almost see her curly brown hair frizzing and exploding with annoyance.

"Sleeping…" I muttered, rolling my eyes.

DUH!

"Well never mind that." She responded, walking over to the fireplace," we must go get your things so you can start school."

I followed her over. "Tell me again why I have to go to Hogwarts, when it's already everyone's third year! I'll have no friends…." I complained, my heart aching for the school I would soon be leaving behind.

"You'll make new ones" She replied, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world," and you should be thankful that Marie and Sam are going."

I groaned and sat on the tan colored couch. I hugged an equally tan pillow, and stared at the carpet, which, surprisingly, was a tan and different shade of brown.

"Get up! Get up!" she said, carrying some puke green colored ash over to the brick fireplace.

I reluctantly got up and curiously walked over to her.

"Well what's that?" I asked, staring at the stuff.

"I know you don't know magic, sweetie, but this is floo powder." She answered, glowing at her knowledge on magic.

You see, my mom's a witch. Well, half witch. My dad's a wizard, but I haven't seen him in three years, since he's…well….mean, to put it nicely. So up until this summer my mom has been hiding that fact.

"Um…" I replied, nervously glancing from her smiling face to the floo powder.

"Just stand in the fireplace, throw the floo powder on the ground and yell 'Diagon Alley'."

I REALLY hope I don't mess this up….Oh my God I'm so nervous…

Grabbing some powder, I walked into the fireplace, threw it on the ground and yelled, "Diagon Alley!"

Suddenly my living room disappeared, and in its place were glowing green flames. I felt like my head was spinning.

I think I'm gonna puke….

Then, everything stopped and I flew out of the fireplace, and into a cute little store. I carefully lifted myself up and looked around.

Thank God nobody is in here…

I looked around. I was somehow in a basement, warm light flooding the cozy little room. It looked somewhat like my bedroom, minus the bed and pink walls…and posters…but it had the same sort of atmosphere that made me smile. I walked over to a box on the floor, and licorice wands were coming out of it.

Where am I? I must be in some sort of candy store…wow that was stupid…

I saw a flight of stairs leading up to what I guessed was the front of the store. I carefully climbed up, cringing at each sound the old steps made. At the end of the flight, I saw a door just as old as the stairs, which were….rotting a little….

Opening it, I gasped at what lay before me. There were rows upon rows of jars of candy, every color shape and size. Tons of people were constantly flowing in and out of the door, smiling delightfully at all the kinds of candy. I felt like a little kid in a candy shop as I looked around, suddenly getting an urge to eat everything in my reach.

"Hey! What about some of these? Oooh and these!!!"

I turned around sharply, recognizing that voice immediately.

"*laughing* don't overdo it, Sam!"

I stared at the two girls who were drooling over some pumpkin pasties. My two best friends, Marie and Sam, were here!

Walking as fast as I could in a crowded candy shop, I made my way over to them, feeling a smile spreading across my face.

I can't believe they didn't call me before they left!

I tip-toed behind them, trying my best not to laugh. I yelled and hugged them from behind, as they doubled over laughing.

"Finally you get here!" Marie yelled, fixing her reddish brown hair into a bun. Her blue eyes sparkled as she smiled at me and Sam.

"I know you took FOREVER!" Sam whined, rolling her dark brown eyes. Her dark brown skin stood out from her light blue shirt and green striped shirt.

"Well I'm sorry I like to sleep in!" I replied, laughing," So, did you waste all your money on candy yet?"

"Er….well almost…" Sam mumbled, about to stuff a chocolate frog into her mouth.

"Well I need to go find my mom and look for a wand and books and stuff so…are you coming?" I replied, feeling a bit hot in this sweater.

"Yeah. I just need to pay for this." Marie replied, holding up a box of jelly belly beans," I'll meet you later….I can't wait to get my wand!"

"So we'll go there first then." I confirmed, walking outside.

As soon as I walked out the door, I was overwhelmed by the amount of people walking around the streets.

"How am I gonna find my mo-"

"Em! EM!!!"

I whipped around to see my mom running wildly towards me, her eyes full of concern.

"Mom?" I said, glancing at Sam.

Gasping for breath, my mom stopped in front of us. "Thank goodness I found you! I thought I had lost you!"

"Well I'm going to go get my wand with Sam and Marie now so…" I said, trying to get away from my mom.

"Then I'll go get your books. Let me see the list." She demanded, still breathless.

'Jeez you'd think she'd ran a marathon' I thought, rolling my eyes.

I turned my attention to the people around me, some of which were the weirdest I've ever seen. This one woman had multi-colored hair, like a rainbow. It kept changing colors and every time it did, confetti would burst out of her wand.

I pointed this out to Sam, who laughed hysterically.

Now where do I get the wands…?

Suddenly I saw a sign that said 'Olivanndar's Wands'. Dragging Sam, I walked over to the wand shop and into the store.

"Can you say claustrophobic?" I mumbled sarcastically, looking around.

I felt cramped in the room, where all these boxes and what not were stacked up, all around us, only leaving a little space for us to stand by the door. I turned to the dusty window and looked at my reflection. Frustrated, I pulled at my side bangs, 2which were now curling at the tips.

"Why hello. Looking for a wand?"

Screaming, I turned around to see an old man staring at me expectantly.

"Oh, um sorry. Yes, I was, I mean…We were looking for wands." I replied, embarrassed.

"Well, you've come to the right p-"He looked over my shoulder as someone entered the store.

Turning around, I realized it was Marie. She had a frightened look on her face, as though she never saw us before.

"Um…Mr. Olivanndar, is it? Um…" I stumbled, nervous.

"Yes yes you want wands, do you? Well, I shall let you try some." He said, walking off farther into the store to retrieve some wands.

Author's Notes 2: Hey everyone thanks for reading! xD I made my chapters longer this time. I'll try to upload another chapter soon, but only if I get at least 10 reviews (maybe…)! Bye! ;D