Chapiter two! Yaaay!

Sorry,

I have a lot of fun writing this story

BTW: My new fav word is emancipated and it means: to be free from social, political and legal restraints.


From before:

"What's happening???"

"You've always wished for magic, haven't you? Well, it's your turn to live!"

I blink, and then the scenery has been replaced.

I'm in Diagon Alley.

Ok. Wow. This is incredible.

I tear away from the enormous crowd and look for a place to sit. To the left of me, I see a small, secluded doorway of a closed shop and make way over to it. After I sit down and soak in the fact, that yes this doesn't happen to normal people and have stopped freaking out, I notice that I am still clutching the velvet bag that weird lady gave me. I open it, curious of its contents and inside the bag, I find a random scrap of paper, one of those beautiful, detailed, little keys that looked like they were crafted by hand, and a…

A letter.

I tuck bag under my arm and stare at the seal on the back.

A seal of a snake, a badger, an eagle and a lion…

If I didn't think that being transported instantly to Diagon Alley was insane enough, then this letter is definitely the clincher.

My entire face goes pale and it slips, from my shaking, tiny hands onto the cobblestones as I fight back the word "impossible." Because after what's just happened to me, I, of all people, should know that impossibility is very over-rated.

Tiny hands…. Huh? My hands are way bigger than these. I stand up quickly. My head barely reaches the store window. What? I haven't been this short since I was eleven…

Diagon Alley.

Hogwarts letter.

Eleven years old…

"YESSSSSSSSS!!!" A few people stare at my outburst but mostly, I am ignored.

I am a witch.

A female wizard.

I have…….

Magic.

And have just been accepted into the best wizarding school in the world.

Everything I've ever dreamed about is mine.

I feel thrills when I see little sparks shooting from my fingertips as I extend my hand. This is the happiest moment of my life. A patronum charm is going to be sooooo easy for me.

I pick up the envelope and quickly sit back down, eager to read my letter. The wax seal peels off easily and I stick it in the pocket of my jacket. I unfold the paper:

Dear Miss Astriella Roberts,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1.

After this, it looked like there had been another sentence but it appears to have been scribbled out. Hasn't September passed already? I guess transporting me here must have messed with the time too. I better figure out what day it is too, soon.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I guess Dumbledore hasn't kicked the bucket yet. If Minnie's still deputy than Harry must have not begun his second year yet, which means I've been sent back like twenty years or something. And I also know what happens next! YAY! Future of the wizarding world, prepare to be screwed with!

The next page was another note, this one far more interesting:

Miss Roberts,

I'm afraid that there has been an extremely rare and odd occurrence. In the book that lists all of the witches and wizards ready to be accepted to Hogwarts, your name was listed with a star beside it. As this has never happened before in the history of Hogwarts, the other staff members and myself are quite puzzled and unable to make anything of it. I will talk with you more on this subject when you arrive at Hogwarts.

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

Ha. I know something that Albus Dumbledore doesn't. Muahahahaha!

After this was just the previously mentioned list of supplies.

Having finished my letter, I fold it up (careful to keep my list separate), and examine the other items. On the slip of paper, it appears some one wrote "vault: 910" and I notice the key also has 910 inscribed on it as well.

Wait, does this mean vault like as in I have my own vault in Gringotts. And that I could technically be rich now. Wow. And that old lady did say it was all mine now. However, I still feel kind of guilty taking money when I have no clue of its origins or previous owner. But I do need it for my school supplies. I know! I can pay it all back when I get a job after I graduate. So it'll be ok. I think.

Oh well, I suppose there is nothing other than to go for it if I wish to have the proper supplies and as Marilyn Monroe quotes "Ever notice that what the hell is always the right decision." So, I set out to find Gringotts. It's not very hard because it's the only one whose architecture fits the stereotype of an exterior of a bank. You know, the two giant pillars on either side sort of thing. Or is that for a court room? What the hell, I seriously (no pun intended) doubt this is the Ministry of Magic any way. Inside are rows and rows of goblins. I bolster my courage and approach one of them. These things creep me out more than Bellatrix does. Apparently I do everything right (thank you Harry Potter movies) and I arrive at my vault in one piece. By one look I can tell that when I said "I could be rich", I completely misestimated. I am a gazillionaire now, no joke. The gold coins go from the floor to the ceiling, jam-packed into the vault. I grab three handfuls of galleons and stuff them into the velvet purse.

Done at the bank, I don't even have to consult my list to figure out where to go next.

Ollivanders.

I take a deep breath and then walk inside. A bell rings as the door shuts with a thud. A middle-aged man appears from the crowded shelves.

"I'm afraid I have no idea who you are."

"Oh. My name's Astriella Roberts."

"Roberts? Muggleborn are you?"

"I don't know."

"Are you're parents non-magic folk?"

"I don't really know."

"Ah, an orphan."

"Kind of."

"Well let's see which wand we can match you up with then. Try this." He pulls a box from the first shelf, third row. "Rowan with hippogriff feather, excellent for astronomy."

I pick the wand up and give it a swish. A potted plant falls to the ground.

"Something more flexible perhaps. Willow, yes, willow." Another box is placed in front of me.

(For some reason, this keeps reminding me of buying shoes.)

This wand is different from the first. I can tell from a glance. It feels more like it's mine… Like, if I was an inanimate piece of wood then I would be that wand.

I pick it up and swirl it around, creating a vortex of colour. Beautiful patterns erupt and hang in the atmosphere before dissolving quickly. If this is what it felt like, just to pick up my wand then no wonder wizards were always getting into magical fights. This wand was no longer A wand, it's MY wand.

"Like I always say, the wand chooses the wizard, or rather witch."

"How much do I pay you?"

"Don't bother, I have never seen such an amazing light show. It was payment enough. All those colours were so bright…"

"Thank you."

"No, I should be thanking you. Even that Potter boy, who just left ten minutes before you came, doesn't have that much potential."

Potter boy.

I freeze. A Potter was in here? Who?

"Do you recall what his first name was? The Potter, that is."

"Oh, yes. It was young James Potter. His first wand too. He and Remus Lupin came in here together, their first wands too. Now, that is a friendship that will last for decades. Of course, you'd best being going now to buy your spell books and robes. Nice meeting you Astriella, best of luck at Hogwarts."

"Bye."

James Potter and Remus Lupin were here. They were right in this very shop only ten minutes before me. When I was sent here, it didn't send me back a couple decades earlier, it sent me back eras earlier.

To the marauder's era.

To the age of Prongs, Moony, Wormtail and Padfoot.

To the time of Sirius Black.

Sirius.

When will I meet him?


I love love love love looooooooovvvvvee Siri-bear

'nd I'm kinda sad because I didn't make the call backs for Romeo and Juliet.

I hate myself when I'm jealous but sometimes I can't help it.

So I tell myself to "suck it up princess" and be happy for other ppl

But sad

This chapter's song is……

Magic by Pilot

"Oh, oh, oh, it's magic.

Y'knoooww,

Never believe it's not so…"