Lorien Legacies and Harry Potter do not belong to me.

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I stood in front of some random wall in Europe. It was a crumbly, old brick wall. Honestly, I think Magdalene was joking me when she told me about this place, but I truly have nowhere else to go. I truly was alone.

While in my imprisonment, I was able to read a book. I don't recall it's name, but the one thing that's really stuck with me throughout the past 24 hours or so is a mantra the book repeated constantly, "If you don't know where you're going, you'll never know when you get there." That's the truth alright. I had no idea where I was or where I was going. I didn't know if I was at the right place, but I sure hoped I did. Hope. Hope is an important word. I guess that's what kept me going. Speaking of hope, I saw a woman walking towards the wall where I was standing. Then, I took a leap of faith and so eloquently said, "Hey, ummm… I broke my wand."

She laughed, "Aww, I understand, honey." The woman then proceeded to take out a stick and tapped it around on the bricks until they seperated. I would've been shocked at that point, but I was already too exhausted. I wondered if she was too distracted to notice the state that I was in or if it was a common occurrence that some teenager would show up to this entrance barefoot, in torn synthetic pants, with a blood stained grey tee-shirt, and a sock tied around their arm in an attempt to stop them from bleeding out.

After crossing the threshold, still looking like a mess, the woman looked back at me and handed me a few coins. I had no idea how much they were worth, but she said, "Here, honey, take these. It should be enough to get you a new wand." The woman then left to go do whatever people do.

I mumbled a thanks in response and looked around. It's been one of my first experiences in the outside world since 10 years ago. Looking up into the grey sky, I felt like crying. Crying from relief, despair, frustration, confusion, yeah, for all of those reasons. I didn't cry. Not yet.

Magdalene told me that if I was to ever try and contact our original greeter for help, I would have to go to this alley, buy an owl, and send a letter to him using the owl. It was an absurd thought. I still went through with it.

The street was made of grey, uneven bricks, but even with their imperfection, it was amazing to see. I looked around for some pet shop to buy an owl from and plotted my course. The street filled with shops wasn't too crowded, so I was content looking at the ground too not get overwhelmed and wake up from this reality.

I was nearing the store when I ran into someone. They wore black shoes and some robes, typical wizard attire I assumed. The man cleared his throat, probably waiting for an apology. I looked up. He had greasy hair, but I guess I couldn't really comment too much on his cleanliness when I looked how I looked. I muttered an apology and walked past him.

The store was overwhelming. Owls were screeching and the whole place was some kind of zoo, which made sense. I looked at the owls for a couple of seconds before finding the cheapest one. I still didn't know how much money the woman had given me. I went up to the counter and said that I would like to purchase the owl, and the transaction occurred. I didn't get any change back. I wonder if I didn't have enough money, and rather the store keeper took pity on me and just went ahead and sold it anyways. I left their store and thanked them.

Leaving the store, I saw that greasy haired man walk into some bookstore and died inside remembering the whole running into him incident. I really shouldn't care though. I walked around for a bit before finding some ice cream parlor, and I decided to sit down with the owl outside the shop. Then, I planned a next bit of action. I went into the store and asked for some paper and pen. Once again, I think the person working that store pitied me, so she handed me a piece of paper and a quill with ink. I scratched out some kind of writing to W. Hopefully he would understand the message, then I immediately sent the owl on their way.

--=--I do not own Harry Potter or Lorien Legacies.Author's note: Thank you so much for reading!