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The theme songs for the Harry Potter part is "Hear Me Now" by Secondhand Serenade and "Say (All I Need)" by One Republic. And since I can't get enough of music/character theme songs, Jamie's theme song is "Rabbit Heart (Raise it Up)" by Florence + the Machine.

Summary: Now that Count Olaf has been sentenced to life in prison, Jamie and her friends are able to start rebuilding their lives at their new home in Britain. Then again, moving on from tragedy is an uphill battle, especially for Jamie. With Hogwarts in the future, Jamie, Klaus, Melissa, and Fiona are eager to escape and explore the world of magic, far away from any danger—Or so they think. (KBxOCxDM)

Chapter One: Begin Again

It felt like our lives had been changed forever. Count Olaf was removed from our lives once and for all, we were headed to a new home in Britain, and Klaus and I would be going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yet, no matter how far away Count Olaf seemed, I still couldn't seem to get him out of my head. All I wanted was to forget about everything that had happened and move on. But of course, that wasn't possible.

The news of Count Olaf's arrest and our story went public, especially since Lemony published all the books he wrote about our experiences. He titled the books, A Series of Unfortunate Events, and for some reason the publishing company mistook the books for a children's series. People were shocked by our story. No one had ever heard something so outrageous. Klaus was interested in reading some of the books, while, I couldn't bare to even look at them and relive those moments in any shape or form. I couldn't even look at the cover of my notebook without hurrying to store it away somewhere I wouldn't find it. I considered destroying it altogether, except I also couldn't find it in me to get rid of it completely.

Renée brought us to London and we stayed there for a few days to explore the city. When we arrived, there was another trial happening to determine Count Olaf's sentence that we weren't required to attend. He was sentenced to life in prison. I remember watching the news report that day with the others. I wouldn't have watched it, but I wanted to make sure that Count Olaf was really still in prison and hadn't escaped. The others were happy with the sentence and I was too. For some strange reason, though, I felt like I was seeing Count Olaf locked up in that birdcage again and I burst into tears as if it were my own sentence. Renée grew increasingly worried when I couldn't stop trembling in grief and began talking about things like therapy after our ordeal. I told her I didn't need therapy. I didn't want to sit face-to-face with someone who I barely knew and tell them about how guilty I felt every time I even thought about the word 'trial'. No one could possibly understand what I went through.

To distract myself, my attention became mostly centered on magic and my upcoming enrollment at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I hoped the students at Hogwarts wouldn't know too much about me. I didn't want my first impression to be that orphan-girl-who-was-kidnapped-by-a-notorious-villain-trying-to-steal-her-fortune. I had enough to worry about, like how I was going to learn magic. Before, I had thought that my Matilda powers were all I needed, but Renée informed me that magic actually consisted of a number of areas of study, and casting spells was something very complex and must be practiced. I was more than excited to be able to learn all about magic, but if I couldn't cast a single spell, Dumbledore would surely change his mind and kick me out. I guess Melissa had more to worry about, though. She had missed her first and second year, partially because of us, and had a lot to catch up on. Professor Dumbledore had suggested that Melissa take extra classes to make up for it.

After our visit to London, Renée drove us to her home in Wiltshire, England. After driving for hours through the countryside dotted with homes of all shapes and sizes, we reached our new home. Renée drove the car through a perfectly straight and long drive way surrounded by tall trees on either side until we reached a wrought iron gate, which opened wide, letting her drive through to the gorgeous grey-stoned mansion that sat before us. Ivy grew on the sides, intertwining to form peculiar shapes. The grounds around it were expansive and meticulously cared for.

Renée led us into the grand foyer, and gave us a tour of at least a bit of the house, which had more rooms than Esmé's penthouse. She said she would show us the rest later since it was getting late and tomorrow we were going to Diagon Alley to buy supplies. But she warned us that the house had a lot of ancient magic enchantments and to tell her if we noticed anything odd happening.

"This is a beautiful home," Klaus said, "Thank you very much for letting all of us stay here."

"It's my pleasure, children," Renée said, with a smile. "I want you to be happy. So while you're here, please, help yourselves to anything. Make yourselves at home."

Renée brought us into the kitchen, which was as stunning as the rest of the house, where we saw a small creature with large brown eyes.

"This is Cathex, he's a house elf," Renée explained.

"Hello Cathex," I said, holding my hand out to the elf. He seemed surprised by the gesture, but shook my hand with his tiny, bony one. "It's very nice to meet you. I'm Jamie Murray."

"Hello, Miss Jamie Murray," Cathex said.

"He's responsible for doing chores around the house," Renée said, "Please treat him with great kindness. He's also our friend."

"Why should Cathex have to take care of this entire house?" I asked. "I don't want him to be treated that way."

"Me neither," Renée said, "but I learned that most house elves, particularly the ones who have good masters, want to work. They always need to be working to feel happy. It insults them if they are relieved of work. But just treat him with kindness, which I trust you will, and try not to make a huge mess."

Renée asked Cathex to help them cook dinner and then, of course, asked Sunny if she would like to assist them. Renée, Cathex, and Sunny quickly prepared us a meal. The rest of us helped set the table and we sat down at the kitchen table to eat as if we were a typical family, talking excitedly about our day and Beatrice sitting in the highchair, spilling food all over herself and squealing in delight. Cathex was given a seat as well, and dined with us, though he seemed uncomfortable about it. I still didn't feel good about letting Cathex do chores, having been in his shoes a number of times, but promised myself to make it easier for him by making my bed every morning and keeping things tidy whenever I could.

Renée told us more about her life before we came to live with her. Renée worked at the Ministry of Magic and in the Muggle world she began a career in fashion, having started her own clothing line inspired by the wizarding world. I started to see the resemblance between her and Esmé.

After dinner, Renée continued her tour, leading us upstairs. Before she showed us our bedrooms, however, she stopped by a pair of wooden doors and pushed them open to reveal probably our new favorite room: The library, of course.

There were cherry oak wooden shelves almost overflowing with books, covering the walls. On the far side, was a small spiral staircase leading to a balcony where more shelves covered the walls. In the center of the room were two cozy grey sofas facing each other with a small, coffee table sitting in between them on top of an elegant rug. More chairs were positioned around the room and some reading lamps.

Klaus looked around in amazement. I loved to see him so happy.

"This is incredible," he said in bewilderment. "There are so many books, I don't know where to start."

"Be careful," I said jokingly to Renée. "Klaus will never want to leave now."

"Will we be allowed to use the library?" Duncan asked, who seemed equally excited. "Just think how much information I could gather."

"I hope there are poetry books," Isadora said, "I love writing couplets and I would love to study some great poets."

"There will probably be some great information on cartography," Quigley said, "I would love to study some maps."

"And mushrooms and fungi," Fiona said, "There must be a section on mycology."

"I would love to read about some great inventors," Violet added.

"I hope there are some cook books," Sunny said.

"I hope there are some play books," I said, "Or classics."

Beatrice even squealed in delight. "Rehul!" she cried, meaning, "I may not be able to read yet. But I do hope there are some picture books for me to look at."

"Yeah, it's pretty cool," Melissa said. "I hope there are books about magic."

"Yes, yes, of course," Renée said, with a smile. "There are books on nearly every subject." Renée said. "From mycology to cooking, it's all here. And there are also plenty of books on magic. Why don't you all look around while I show Jamie, Klaus, Fiona, and Melissa the books on magic?"

The others excitedly, began to look around and pick out some of the books.

Renée showed us a secret wall to the side. She pulled out what looked like a short wooden stick, which must be a wand, and aimed it at the wall, making a swishing movement so that it opened like a pair of sliding doors. Renée led us inside, where yet another library.

"This is a very old library," Renée said, "it was built centuries ago and it contains a number of ancient books on magic. These books are very different than Muggle ones. They have minds of their own sometimes."

"Muggles?" I asked.

Renée smiled. "It's a term used for non-magical wizards. You still have a lot to learn about the world of magic but you all seem like avid readers. I'm sure you'll be able to understand everything you need to know in no time at all."

"I can't wait to start reading," Klaus said, and I thought he was going to faint with happiness. "I thought I knew a lot, but now there's an entirely new world to research. Which book would you recommend reading first?"

"How about Hogwarts: A History?" Renée suggested and left to pull it from its shelf. She placed the book in Klaus' hands and he stared at it as if he just won it from the lottery.

I went ahead to search along the shelves, mesmerized by the captivating titles. I picked up a book about Charms. We all began reading our selected book until it was time to go to bed.

We picked our own rooms. Though Sunny requested to share a room with Beatrice.

My room was beautiful. Lovely, crisp white walls stretched all around the room, complimenting the light hardwood floors. A fluffy white rug lay on the floor, adding more warmth. My white double sized bed was dotted with white and turquoise ornamental pillows embroidered with intricate patterns, one of them including the initial J. A turquoise throw stretched on the end of the bed. It also had a new pair of light-pink, silk pajamas folded neatly on it and matching, cozy slippers. There was a white cushioned ottoman resting at the end of my bed. On the far wall was a window seat with turquoise curtains and more ornamental pillows. Small bookshelves framed the window seat on either side, already stalked with a few books. There was a door leading to my own bathroom.

I felt tears well up in my eyes. I loved my room. And this time it was really my room. No one else's. I've never had my own room before, let alone my own bathroom, at least not since my parents died. I loved to finally have a place to really call my own. I finally had a home.

I entered my room, still gazing all around. This room couldn't be meant for me.

I unpacked some of my belongings, which wasn't much, but when I opened the drawers of my dresser, I found that they were full of brand new clothes. I began feeling a little uneasy. I'm grateful to have them, but I didn't want Renée spending so much money on me. I sighed and got ready for bed. I slid on the cozy pajamas, deciding I would bring it up another time. As I got ready, I came across my notebook. I stared at the cover, worn now from being taken from place to place. This is another part of my past that I want to avoid. I wanted a clean slate—a fresh start. and I can't do that if I cling on to this notebook that only feels like a shackle, tying me to my past. I have to get rid of it. I almost considered burning it. Instead, I went to hide it inside the window seat, which I was happy to discover, was hollow.

I couldn't wait to jump into my soft, cozy bed and get a goodnight's sleep. I almost forgot what it felt like to sleep in a bed. I closed my eyes, dreaming about my wonderful new home and the adventures I would have in Diagon Alley. I fell fast asleep. But then, I heard a sinister noise coming from outside my bedroom window. And then, he was there, crawling through my window and standing over my bed, his eyes shiny and a wicked grin on his face.

"No!" I cried. "You're supposed to be in jail! No!"

"We'll see about that," I heard his scratchy voice say like the last time I had seen him. "After all, you deserve to be there."

"No, no, no," I cried.

I began to feel like I was suffocating and I tried to hide under the covers as if they would protect me, but Olaf still grabbed me from my bed. I kicked and screamed, but no sound came out and my attempts to squirm were useless. He dragged me to the window and I noticed a large wooden crate waiting for me at the bottom with the two-faced associate and all I could do was stare frightfully into that dark opening in the box as I was thrown inside.

"I'll be watching you," he said as the darkness in the box transformed into an eye.

My body jerked as I shot upright in bed, my eyes wide and breathing heavily as if I had really been suffocating. My heart raced and I had to wait a few moments for it to calm down. I couldn't stop shaking. I glanced at the window. Nothing was there except for the silvery moon sitting high in the sky.

It was just a dream, I told myself, it was only a dream.

I got out of bed, hastily closing the window and locking it tight, before scurrying back to the safety of my bed. I pulled the warm, white covers higher over my head and tried to go back to sleep. But every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Count Olaf standing over my bed, his eyes still gleaming.

I sat up again with a sigh, giving up on trying to sleep. I climbed out of bed and hurried out into the hall, searching through the dark for where Klaus' room was. The door was closed and I knocked softly, hoping I wouldn't disturb him.

To my surprise, the door opened immediately and I could see Klaus looking as scared and tired as I was.

"I can't sleep," I said, "can you?"

Klaus swallowed, shaking his head.

"Do you mind if I come in?" I asked, "It might make us both feel a little better."

Klaus nodded. "Of course."

So I stayed in Klaus' room for the night. We still couldn't sleep at first so we continued reading our books about magic and chatted excitedly about learning spells. Eventually, we fell asleep in the reading chairs.

We went to Diagon Alley the next day. Rick came to stay at the house while Renée took Klaus, Melissa, Fiona, and I to London. We went to a place called the Leaky Cauldron where I noticed a lot of odd people dressed in robes like Albus Dumbledore's, except not as elegant. They must be witches and wizards. Renée led us through the crowd and seemed to know some of them, who she introduced to us. Then, we headed to Diagon Alley, where my mouth dropped from all of the excitement of young witches and wizards with their noses pressed up against the glass of some of the shops and dressed in robes of all different styles and colors. I felt like I had just entered Disneyland and I couldn't suppress my delight.

First, Renée took us to Gringrotts Wizarding Bank, which was run by goblins. They didn't seem very friendly, but we each got Wizard money to spend on supplies.

We went to a number of shops, such as Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions where we each got our uniform consisting of a set of black robes, a black pointed hat, a black cloak for the winter, and other clothing articles we couldn't get anywhere else. After we went to buy a cauldron and other supplies used in potion making, and then, to Flourish and Blotts. Klaus was especially excited to have more books to read. I definitely couldn't wait to start learning some real spells. Our next stop was Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Renée took us to Eeylops Owl Emporium as she explained a little more about their system of sending messages. Klaus got a tawny owl that he named Atticus and Melissa got a brown owl named Winnie. And then, we went to Magical Menagerie to see the other animals. According to the supply list, we were allowed to bring an owl, a cat, or a toad. Fiona instantly went over to the toads, picking one out and naming him Queequeg in honor of her submarine that she missed. While she fussed over her toad, I looked around for a cat. Ever since I was younger, I always wanted a pet. A dog or a cat, specifically, but of course I wasn't allowed any pets at the Ontario Boarding School for Girls. I remember Carmelita had a cat though. It was a Persian cat and she used to show us pictures of her torturing the cat by forcing it to wear princess costumes.

There were a number of adorable cats, of all different sizes. Any one of them would have been perfect.

Suddenly, I felt something on my leg and I looked down to find a fluffy grey and white ball of fur with large violet eyes staring up at me. I immediately fell in love with her eyes. I leaned down to pet her and she purred. I had to have her. I named her Bonnie Bodicea, Bo for short of course. I named her after a kitten from one of my favorite books as a child, called Little Bo by Julie Andrews. Bodicea was also the name of a fearless queen who led her tribe in an uprising against the Roman Empire. The lady who worked there told me that Bonnie was a cross between a Domestic Longhair kitten and a Kneazle. Kneazles, Renée clarified later, were magical creatures that were commonly bred with cats. They were much more intelligent and independent than a typical cat.

Our next stop was Ollivander's Wand Shop. We entered the shop, which appeared to be covered in a thin layer of dust, to find a small place, almost empty besides a chair. It made me feel like I was in a library and our excited chatter, instantly, ceased.

"Good afternoon," a gentle voice greeted us, belonging to an old man, who came to stand before us. His eyes were twinkling as he stared, wide eyed at us.

"Hello, Ollivander," Renée said. "This is my niece, Jamie Murray, and her friends, Klaus Baudelaire, Melissa Sampson, and Fiona Widdershins."

Ollivander looked at each of us in turn. "Yes, yes, wonderful," he said, "I suppose I should have expected you to come. I heard all about your story."

"It's nice to meet you too," I said, trying to be polite, though Ollivander seemed a little creepy.

"I'm sure I'll be able to find your ideal matches," Ollivander went on, "After all, the wand chooses the witch or wizard. Now…"

Ollivander had us each try out a number of wands until one of them seemed to be the ideal match. I was first and received cypress, eleven-and-a-half inches, dragonheart string core.

"Very interesting combination indeed," Ollivander said, "Cypress matches only the most courageous and self-sacrificing of wizards or witches."

Klaus was next and discovered his match on the first try.

"Walnut, ten-and-three-quarters inches, dragonheart string," Ollivander announced. "For a highly intelligent wizard like yourself, yes. And very powerful as well."

Fiona followed and received maple wood, unicorn hair, ten inches.

"I can sense a passion for exploration and nature," Ollivander said, "yes, a very suitable match."

Of course, Melissa was next and for hers, it took considerably longer. After about five wands, Melissa still hadn't found her match.

Ollivander looked through the wands, clearly, taken aback.

"Aha," Ollivander said, suddenly. "I know just the one. It's very rare as it was very popular some centuries ago to the point that it nearly became extinct. But I believe I do have a few. I knew you must be a Seer from the moment I saw you. For you…" Ollivander pulled out a very nice silver wand. "Silver lime, twelve inches, dragonheart string."

We paid for our wands and left the shop, shivering a bit from his creepy demeanor. I was happy with my wand though and couldn't stop staring at it. I was almost tempted to pull out one of my books and start practicing. Renée let us stop at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour for some ice cream sundaes.

Before we left, Renée let us look at the broomsticks in one of the displays. I really wanted to get one, but first years weren't allowed broomsticks. I looked at them anyways, hoping to get one as soon as I could.

We had to leave, to my despair, and I trailed behind, wishing I could stay in Diagon Alley, but also excited to be going to Hogwarts in just two days. Finally, the anticipation would be over and I couldn't wait to get home to start reading about magic.

Despite, the exciting day I had in Diagon Alley, I still couldn't sleep without having nightmares. It made it easier that Bonnie was with me. She liked to curl up near my head, purring as she slept, and made me feel less alone. I tried not to get up to spend another night in Klaus' room. We probably wouldn't be able to share a room at Hogwarts so I figured I should get used to sleeping on my own. Still, I was restless: tossing and turning and praying for the first traces of dawn through my window.

The night before Hogwarts wasn't any better. I gave up again, deciding I might feel better if I had a late night snack. I climbed downstairs, with Bonnie following at my ankles, to the kitchen. I entered to find that it was already occupied. Renée was sitting at the table, her eyes glued to what looked like a newspaper, except…it looked like the pictures were moving. She glanced up in surprise when I entered.

"Jane what are you doing up?" Renée asked, putting the newspaper down. "You have a big day tomorrow. You should go back to sleep."

"I've tried," I said, "But I just can't."

"Well, why don't you sit?" she gestured to the seat across from her. "You can tell me all about it."

I sat down. "I just keep having nightmares," I said. "About well…Count Olaf coming to kidnap me."

"Don't worry," she said, placing a hand on top of mine. "Count Olaf isn't coming anywhere near you children. I promise you, this house is very safe. I wouldn't have moved here if I didn't know it was."

"So you didn't stay here before us?" I asked.

"No," Renée said, "It would have been far too lonesome staying in such a huge house by myself. I barely understand how Esmé could bear living in that penthouse."

I shuddered, as memories of 667 Dark Avenue came back to me.

"So you bought this home just for us?" I said, in surprise. "You really didn't have to."

"Oh, no, no," Renée said, shaking her head. "I didn't buy this place. I inherited it from my deceased parents."

"You mean my grandparents?" I asked.

"Not really no," Renée said and looked down. "See, one thing I didn't mention to you was that I was adopted."

"Oh," I said. I wasn't expecting her to say that.

"My biological parents, however, were magic," Renée said, "I come from what is called a Pureblood family because both my biological parents were a wizard and a witch from a long line of Purebloods."

"So I'm not a Pureblood, right?" I said. "My parents weren't magic, right?"

"Not your parents, no," Renée said. "The term for a witch or wizard with both nonmagical parents is a Muggleborn. And the term for the child of a nonmagical parent and a magical parent is a Halfblood."

"So if I'm a Muggleborn…" I said, uncertainly. "Does that mean I'll know less than other magical people? I really hope not. I wouldn't want to be behind or anything. What if I get kicked out when they discover I can't do any magic?"

"Shh," Renée said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Blood status has been a conflict for a very long time, but being a Muggleborn does not mean you won't be as successful or even more successful than a child who is a Pureblood. Trust me, Jane, you will be fine at Hogwarts. More than fine. You have no idea how scared I was my first year and I didn't have anyone to tell me these things. Hagrid, I believe you briefly met, is the one who took me to Diagon Alley my first year. Be sure to say hello. He's very friendly and I probably would never have made it through without his guidance."

"Why didn't anyone take you?" I asked. "Where were your parents?"

She sighed. "I suppose it won't surprise you that I was also an orphan," she said. "I lost my parents too."

"What happened to your biological parents?" I asked.

"My parents supposedly died in the Wizarding War," Renée said, "A long time ago, a wizard came to power. He was a great wizard, but he did horrible, horrible things. He murdered many wizards and witches for being Muggleborns since Purebloods believe that they are inferior to them. He was so powerful that no one was able to stop him from doing terrible deeds, despite the groups that fought against him."

"Is he gone now?" I asked, shuddering at the thought. I didn't want some evil wizard coming to kill me after spending an entire year trying to avoid death by an evil human. I tried to imagine what this wizard looked like and could only imagine Count Olaf with magic. I shuddered again. That would be very unpleasant.

"Yes," Renée said, "See, a boy by the name of Harry Potter defeated him when he was a baby. You-Know-Who came to his home and murdered his parents, but when he tried to kill Harry Potter, the young boy survived. Somehow, no one is really able to explain how it happened, but Voldemort was destroyed and gave him a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt."

"That sounds awful," I said, "Poor Harry Potter."

"You may actually meet Harry Potter," Renée said, "This is his first year at Hogwarts too."

"I hope he's nice," I said, "I certainly hope to meet him."

"I'm sure he is," Renée said, "He's very famous, of course. Anyways, no matter what, you're going to have a great time at Hogwarts. You'll make lasting friendships and if you're dedicated, become a very successful witch."

"Oh, I am dedicated," I said, "I really want to do well. Klaus and I started looking through our books. And I started reading A History of Magic."

"Good," Renée said, "then you should do well. There's something I want to give you. I was going to wait until tomorrow, but now that you're awake, I may as well." Renée got up and picked up a little gift bag from the counter, giving it to me.

"You didn't have to get me anything," I said. "I don't want you to spend money on me."

"It's not much," Renée said. "But I think you'll like it all the same."

I carefully removed the tissue paper and pulled out a small, turquoise notebook. It was the same color as my last one, but had a hardcover, and a heart pendant as the lock, allowing for more privacy from prying eyes.

"I noticed you stopped using your notebook," Renée said, "I figured you could use a clean slate as you start on a new adventure. It's enchanted so that only you can open and read it. I used a similar spell on your notebook once before to stop Olaf from reading it. I suppose that only had temporary effects, but I assure you, I used a stronger charm."

"Thank you," I said with a genuine smile. "I really needed this. " I gave her a hug.

"It's my pleasure," Renée said, "I've been waiting for years to finally see you again. It's the least I could do after all that you've been through." She kissed my forehead, gently.

"But you really should go back to bed now. You need to sleep. No one is going to harm you."

I sighed, still feeling a little scared, but I tried to listen to Renée. Maybe there was nothing to be afraid of anymore.

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