Chapter 1

Diagon Alley was extremely busy on September first. New students going to Hogwarts was always a crowd.

"Woah." A girl with long dirty blond hair was slouched up against the wall looking quite dazed. Her eyes slowly blinked open to show off the emerald color. "Where am I?" She looked down at herself. She was dressed in a sleeveless pink dress that thankfully covered most skin. "That's quite embarrassing." She murmured because she did not enjoy wearing dresses in public.

She took in her surroundings. Wizards, witches, and more were walking up and down the busy street. The girl, Krista, felt extremely out of place. One second, she's in her room reading when a letter flies through the window. She opened it with curiosity and then BAM! She's here.

The letter was still in her hands. She read it carefully.

Dear Miss Hart,

Sorry for surprising you, this letter has hopefully apparated you to Diagon Alley, where I shall be looking for you. I have a few things to discuss with you. See you in a few minutes.

A. Dumbledore.

Krista was extremely confused. She was in the Harry Potter world. She frowned in confusion and stood up. After scanning the crowds for the professor, she spotted a jewelry shop nearby and headed for it. She always loved shiny things and knick-knacks. She pressed her face against the window and admired all the gems.

"You like jewelry?" She twirled around to come face to face with Dumbledore's friendly face.

She cracked a smile. "It's like I'm hypnotized by them."

Dumbledore smiled with her. "Now, first off, we need to go get you fitted into your robes. How old are you?"

"Fifteen. Sixteen in December."

"Hmm," Dumbledore looked deep in thought. "Even though you should be in sixth year, I'm going to put you into seventh year."

"But I'm a Muggle," she told him, looking at her shoes.

"You were raised as a Muggle. You are actually a pureblood wizard."

She tilted her head to the left. "Huh?"

"Krista Hart. Born December 24, 1930."

"That means that it's 1945!" She grinned at the new discovery, however odd it was.

Dumbledore chuckled, "We must go get you fitted into your robes and we need to get you your wand. I have gotten everything else you need."

"Can I have a cat?" she asked with a grin on her face.

"But of course!"

After getting her robes, Krista wanted to go get her familiar before her wand, wanting to get the best for last. So as she and Dumbledore were browsing through the animals, she spotted a midnight black cat with sparkling emerald green eyes. Its fur was as soft as silk but it's ear was split. "Oh no, dear." The lady in charge told Krista, "That cat has a rotten attitude. It bights the tar out of everyone it sees." But Krista paid no heed to the woman. She picked him up in her arms and he started purring.

The woman had a look of shock written on her face. Dumbledore, with a smile, paid the woman and left the shop. Unfortunately, when Dumbledore tried to hold the little critter, he growled and hissed.

"So what are you going to name him?" he asked after backing away from the cat.

Krista thought hard for a moment or two. "Riddle!" she grinned yet again, and winked at the cat that had somehow gotten a look of confusion on its face.

Dumbledore blinked in surprise. "And why that certain name?"

"Well, he's an odd cat. He growls at everyone who walks by but for some strange reason, he purrs when I say or do anything," she wasn't naming it after Tom Riddle or anything. Dumbledore nodded, accepting her words.

They approached the narrow and shabby shop, Ollivander's. Krista entered with a smile on her face, trying not to show her shyness. But her smile soon faltered as the old man walked into the dusty room.

Krista was never comfortable around others. She hated sharing her feelings with people. But, Dumbledore was different. He was friendly, unlike the kids who had bullied her in school.

"Well, who do we have here?" Ollivander said from behind the counter.

"Krista Hart, sir," she said the old man. "I need a wand."

"Of course. Of course," he looked into Krista's eyes for a moment before getting a couple of wands from the back. He handed her a willow wand with a dragon heartstring core that was eleven inches. She flicked it which caused a vase with faded yellow flowers to shatter into pieces.

Ollivander quickly took the wand away and handed her a chestnut wand with a unicorn hair core that was about 13 inches. When she flicked this one, the whole place started to shake uncontrollably. He snatched this one from her hands as soon as the shaking died down.

He handed her the third wand that was made of cherry wood, the core was phoenix feather, and it was nine inches. She took a deep breath and flicked it, hoping for something good to happen. The tip glowed red and pinkish red bubbles that took the shapes of hearts started to flow out of the wand. She giggled at the fact that the wand seemed to love her. Little Riddle, who was on the floor, started to jump on the bubbles which made a shattering sound every time one popped.

Ollivander smiled at the kitten and Dumbledore paid seven galleons for the wand. Once they had left, Dumbledore guided her to the Hogwarts Express and said that her luggage was already on board. He bid her goodbye and left, saying that he had to go and meet with someone.

Krista hugged Riddle to her chest, pouted slightly, and then advanced onto the train. She had her wand tucked behind her ear like Luna Lovegood and she wondered how she was going to survive around new people.