*rewrite 7/16/12*

a/n sorry it took so long I was at camp, an overnight one, so yeah

Chapter 2

Days went by and letters kept coming to number 4 Privet Drive.

But every single day, Uncle Vernon would try to find a new way to keep them out. They still found a way to make it into the house though; sometimes it would even come in through open windows in the house.

They even resorted to moving us into an old playroom of Dudley's, much to Dudley's anger. The room was large enough to fit all of our stuff into perfectly, not to mention we were given two twin beds as opposed to our normal sleeping bags that we had to use in the cupboard. It was a nice change.

It was a Sunday morning when things started to become very strange. Well, stranger.

"No posts on Sunday," Uncle Vernon smiled at us all. "Not a single bloody post today."

Uncle Vernon slouched in his cushioned armchair with a large smile on his even larger face. He looked like a child on Christmas morning. I looked out the window and Owls covering the lawn I just stared at it for a few minutes then turned to harry, smiling a wicked smile. The one that scares Dudley.

We just looked at each other, thinking the same thing: Uncle pigmeat has finally gone completely mad or at least something close to that.

Suddenly, out from the fireplace, came letters. Now if only if it was bacon then my life would be complete. They had to have been coming in by the thousands. Each of them either had the name Fire-Lily or Harry Potter written on the front of them.

We quickly tried to grab one of the falling letters, wondering what it was that this person was do determined to tell us. Finally, I caught one, so did harry.

"PUT THOSE LETTERS DOWN!" Uncle Vernon shouted.

Harry and I looked at one another and ran quickly towards the door as more letters rained down on us. I grabbed the front door of the house; I could almost feel the freedom, when I was thrown back to the ground. Uncle Vernon had both of us by the backs of our shirts and dragged us away from the door. I turned around and punched him in the face the same time he snatched the letters from our hands and ripped them in half, letting their remains fall to the floor with the other letters.

"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!" Uncle Vernon shouted. "WE'RE GOING AWAY, FAR AWAY WERE THEY CAN'T FIND US!"

I heard Dud- Dud say, "Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?"

Yes, yes he has Sherlock.

Later that day we arrived at a broken down shack on the side of the ocean. We even had to use a boat to get to the house.

"They'll never find us here now, will they?" Uncle Vernon said with a crazy look in his eyes. Well, eye the one I punched was now black and swollen shut.

"A-are you all right Vernon?" Aunt Petunia asked her husband as he entered the shack.

"Never been better."

"Aunt Petunia?" I asked. "Have you ever thought of going to the farm and buying a new husband. If you want we can even get a fatter, pinker one, or at least one that has a curly tail.I promise you won't know the difference."

She turned and stomped in to the house, I smirked and entered.

The inside of the house looked worse than the outside did. The ground was covered in dust and I couldn't help but notice the rat that ran across the floor of the house. There were cobwebs all over the place.

"I like what they've done with the place," I muttered.

There was only one bed in the house and it was claimed by my aunt and uncle for the night. There was also a single couch, located in from of a spider filled fireplace (I put one in Dudley's mouth- he ate it.), which Dudley was given to sleep on. That, of course, left Harry and me to sleep on the floor.

When we could hear all the Dursleys snoring in their sleep, Harry sat up and turned to me.

"It's our birthday tomorrow, you know?"

"Of course I know," I said and looked at the ground. We both knew that the Dursleys wouldn't remember their eleventh birthday.

When I looked back up I saw Harry starting to draw something on the ground through the dust. It was a cake. I smiled and wrote 'Happy Birthday' into it and we both drew in some candles.

"Look, Dudley's watch says that it's 11:59. In a minute, we'll be eleven," Harry whispered.

We both looked at his watch as the seconds ticked away.

"Three...two...one..." we said together.

12:00

"Happy birthday, Harry," I said. "You're the best brother I could ask for, if you weren't I would've asked for a refund a long time ago."

"Happy birthday, Fire-Lily" He said as he rolled his eyes. "I wish I could ask for a refund."

I smiled and punched him. Then, we blew out the candles on our dust cake which taste horrible. Don't judge me!

BOOM!

Both our heads shot up and we saw the door of the shack trembling. What the…

BOOM!

We both stood up and ran behind the fireplace as Dudley's eyes shot open and he quickly cowered under his covers, "Where's the canon?"

"I'm the Canon." I said in a deep voice which freaked Dudley out.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia ran out of their room to see what was going on, our uncle carrying a gun.

"Who's there?" Uncle Vernon squeaked.

BOOM-crunch!

The door of the shack collapsed and revealed what was behind it. A huge man stood in the frame of the door; his face covered in a beard and mangled hair coming off his head. He was so large that he had to bend over just to come into the house.

"Sorry about that..." he grunted as he moved over to pick the door up. He set it back into its frame and turned around again to look at the Dursleys.

"Well, Harry, you've gotten a little...big since the last time I saw ya," the large man said, looking at Dudley's porky frame.

"I-I'm not H-Harry," Dudley stammered.

"I am..." Harry said as he stepped out into view.

"Well that makes more sense, that must be Fire-Lily behind ya," the man said smiling at the two of us.

"I go by Fire, sir."

"Oh, No need to call me sir." He said.

"Harry, ya look just like yer father. Except those eyes, you have yer mother's eyes..." he smiled at Harry.

"And Fire, ya look like the both of them, but a little more like yer mother."

He put a giant hand on my shoulder, making me fall to the ground.

"Oops, sorry-I didn't mean ter do that..." he muttered as he pulled me off the ground.

"I'm sorry, but...who are you?" Harry asked.

"Oh, I'm Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."

"What is Hogwarts?" I asked.

"Only the greatest school of magic that there is!" he said.

"Enough of this," Uncle Vernon said.

"What do mean magic?" Harry asked.

"You mean that ya don't know?" he asked looking outraged.

"Know what?" I asked.

Hagrid looked at our aunt and uncle with a look of disgust on his face. "Ya didn't tell 'em," Hagrid said.

"We vowed that they would never know, we wanted to put an end to this," Aunt Petunia said.

"They've had their names put down in the books since the moment they were born," Hagrid said. "They were bound ter go ter Hogwarts and learn under the greatest wizard in the world: Albus Dumbledore. Ya can't stop them from goin'."

"I'm sorry, what are we talking about?" Harry asked looking from Hagrid to the Dursleys.

"Yer a wizard, Harry-and you too Fire."

Everything went silent.

"A what?" I asked.

"A wizard, well yer a witch. Yer parents were too, great ones at that."

"Enough of this," Aunt Petunia said. "They aren't going to this school."

"Wait a minute. You knew?" Harry asked his aunt.

"Of course I knew! My sister was one too. Then she had to go find that Potter boy and get herself blown up!"

"You said that they died in a car crash!" I yelled.

"A car crash? A car crash kill James and Lily Potter?" Hagrid yelled.

"It doesn't matter!" Uncle Vernon shouted. "They aren't going have some some crackpot old fool teach them magic tricks!"

Hagrid looked at him as though he was going to kill him. He pulled out a pink umbrella from his coat and pointed it at my uncle, right in front of his black eye that I am so proud of.

"Don't. Ever. Insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me." he snarled.

Then he pointed his umbrella at Dudley and waved it in the air. Suddenly, a pigs tail popped out from his butt and he started to scream. My aunt and uncle ran to his aid as Harry and I busted out laughing.

"Go piggy, Go piggy, GO!" I said in a sing song voice.

"Well, here are yer letters," Hagrid said handing us the letters that we had caught glimpse of the letter that was sent everyday for the past week.

I opened it up and it said:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Fire-Lily Josephine Elizabeth Willow Dawn Potter,
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. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Wow magic really dose exists, I smiled think of all the other thing that could exist in the world.

"So, we're gonna go to get yer school supplies first, okay? Then I'm gonna have to bring yer back to the Dursleys for a little while," Hagrid said as we walked out of the shack and towards a boat that was floating next to the shore.

"How exactly are we supposed to buy these things?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I've never seen a shop that sells any of these books or anything," I said looking over the letter it said:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WHICHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
sets of plain work robes (black)
plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales

Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

"Well, we go ter London, of course," Hagrid said smiling.

I looked at Harry who raised an eyebrow, but stepped into the boat nonetheless. After all of us were inside of the boat, we started to move forward.

"You don't mind if I speed up do ya?" Hagrid asked us.

"Not at all," Harry said.

"Just…don't tell the folks at Hogwarts that I'm doin' magic," Hagrid said looking uneasy.

"Okay." I replied

He pulled out his pink umbrella and tapped on the wooden boat three times and it soared off. Within minutes of leaving the old shack, we arrived in town. As we walked down the streets, I looked at each one of the shops, looking for any kind of sign that any magical things were sold there. Not a single one did.

"Um, Hagrid…where exactly do we find these things?" I asked looking up at the giant.

"We have ter go into the Leaky Cauldron first now, Fire," he said smiling down at me.

"The what?" Harry whispered to me.

"A gathering at a giant cauldron," I muttered back.

Hagrid smiled at me and muttered, "just like her father."

I smiled at that.

In a few minutes we arrived at a small pub with a sign labeled The Leaky Cauldron. Dang it what happened to the Giant cauldron.

When we went inside, I noticed that there were a fair amount of people inside, all wearing the strangest clothing. Many of the people who were seated stopped what they were doing when they saw us entering the pub. They all just stared.

"Well, bless my soul," a man said coming up to us. "It's Harry and Fire-lily Potter. It's an honor to meet the two of you."

A witch came up to me and said, "Melieanna Proness, Ms. Potter. I can't believe I am meeting you at last."

"Nice to meet you ma'am, but please call me Fire." I replied.

"Of course dear."

I smiled at her and continued to where Hagrid was leading us.

"H-Harry and F-F-F-Fi-Fire-L-lily Potter, it's a p-pleasure to meet you b-both," a strange looking man with a purple turban on his head stammered to us.

"Ah, this is Professor Quirrell, he'll be teacher ya Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts," Hagrid said.

"Oh, hello Professor Quirrell," I said holding my hand out to him.

He didn't shake my hand though, he just stared at it with widened eyes and backed away. Weirdo. or maybe my hand could actually turn into a dog and bite him. I put on my usual smirk

"I l-look forward to s-seeing you two at H-Hogwarts…" he mumbled walking away.

"Professor Quirrell scares easy, don't let it bother ya," Hagrid said looking at me.

We shook a few more people's hands and then walked out towards the back of the pub. Outside of the back door, we saw a large, brick wall and some trash cans laying out.

"Wow a brick wall, harry take a picture with me and the brick wall." I said as Hagrid pulled out his pink umbrella again.

He started to touch several different bricks on the wall with the end of the umbrella and then stepped away from the wall again. Not a moment later, the wall began to shift. The bricks slowly moved around to form a small doorway that looked as though it led into another street.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley," Hagrid said looking out of the doorway.

"Well, I be a monkey's sister."

Harry and I slowly began to walk towards the doorway and into the street. All through the area, I could see children running around, salesmen trying to sell the strangest of things, magical objects, and people rushing into the various shops.

"What is this place?" Harry asked as we began walking down the street.

"Diagon Alley is where all the witches and wizards go to buy things. Not a single Muggle can get in here," Hagrid smiled.

"Muggle?" Harry asked.

"Non-magical folk," Hagrid replied.

"It sound like a cuss word. Dude you are such a Muggle. Gasp how you dare use that nasty word and you dare call yourself human…" I continued my conversation with myself while harry smiled and Hagrid chuckled.

We walked around for a few minutes, looking at all the different shops and items for sale when I realized something.

"Hagrid, how are we going to buy any of these things? We don't have any money…"

"Well sure ya do," he said. "Ya think yer mum and dad left you with nothing after they died? We're gonna go by Gringotts first ter get yer money."

"What's Gringotts?" Harry asked.

"It's a wizard's bank," Hagrid said pointing toward the building. "It's run by goblins. It's the safest place in the world besides Hogwarts, you'd have ter be mad to try 'n rob it."

Ahead of us was the bank that Hagrid was talking about. It was a large white building with columns running down the front of it. Above the door was a sign that said Gringotts.

When we went into the bank, Harry and I caught our first glimpse of what a goblin was. There were dozens of them behind counters all throughout the room. Each of these goblins had a ugliness to them with their short, squashed looking face with large ears and noses.

"How can I help you?" the goblin in front of the desk in front of us asked without raising his head.

"Your ugly." I said bluntly.

"We need to enter a vault," Hagrid said stepping in front of me.

"Which one?" the goblin said, still without looking at Hagrid.

"Vault 687."

"Key?"

"Oh, er…" Hagrid said as he began looking through his jacket pockets, even having to empty some of them. "Here we go, this is the potter's key. I'm here to, er, do Hogwarts business in 713," Hagrid said pulling a note from another pocket.

The goblin finally looked up and took the key and walked toward the far side of the bank. We all stepped into a cart, just barely fitting because of Hagrid, and the cart began to move forwards by magic. As soon as we took off, we began to move at what seemed to be the speed of light. Within a moment, we were in front of vault 713.

The goblin stepped out of the cart and onto the platform in front of the vault. He raised his hands and began to run them along the middle of the vault door as it slowly unlocked. The door opened to reveal a small package about the size of a small rock, the only thing that was in the safe. Hagrid walked over to the package and picked it up to put it in his pocket.

"What is that, Hagrid?" Harry asked.

"Can't tell ya, it's Hogwarts business," he said as he stepped back into the cart.

After vault 713 was shut and the goblin returned to the cart, we were moving again at light speed towards the next vault. Before I knew it, the cart came to an abrupt stop and we were sitting in front of vault 687.

"This'll be yer vault now, you two," Hagrid said as we all stepped out of the cart.

"Key please," the goblin requested.

The goblin took the key from Hagrid and put it into the lock for the vault. When it opened up, my mouth dropped. Inside of the vault sat a large pile of gold that went up to the ceiling.

I ran to the gold laughing like the maniac I am and started rolling in the money saying, "I'm rich, I'm Rich."

I grabbed a bag from Hagrid and started shoveling coins in.

"Alright, we still have to get our wands," Harry said looking down at the list. We had just finished buying all of the other supplies in the other stores and it was nearly six o' clock at night. When we got our uniforms I got some things to liven it up.

I also bought a few extra books, Spells and hexes for all levels by Elizabetha Moon, Charms and other wonderful things by Luna Teria, Everything magic by David Neathal, and about a dozen prank spellbooks.

"Okay, how 'bout you two go an' get yer wands at Ollivander's, while I stop by somewhere really quick.

We went into the wand shop and saw that the walls were stacked high with all kinds of boxes, all of which held a unique kind of wand. When the bell on the door signaled our arrival, an old man appeared from an aisle behind the desk.

"Well, hello Harry and Fire-lily Potter," the man said. "It seems that just yesterday that your mother and father came into this shop to receive a wand themselves. Let me see if I could find you one…"

He ran back into the aisle and came out with two different wands.

"Just wave it in the air…" he instructed us as the wands were handed to us.

We did as we were told and lights all around the room shattered.

"Well that's not right at all…" Ollivander muttered as he snatched the wands from their hands and went back to get another pair.

This happened several times, all of which involved some kind of broken furniture around the shop. It was about ten minutes after their arrival that Ollivander came over to the two of them with a curious look in his eye.

"Let's see about these…" he murmured.

We both waved the wands at the same time harry caused to room to brighten and out of mine shoot rainbow fireworks which colored the room.

"Awesome." I said watching the fireworks.

"Curious…very curious indeed…" Ollivander said almost to himself.

"What's curious?" I asked.

Ollivander hesitated for a moment until saying,

"It's very curious that the wands that you are holding share the same core with another owner. The cores of your wands are Phoenix hairs. This particular Phoenix gave only three feathers away. Two of which are in the wands that you are holding, the other one, however, belongs to the man that gave you those scars."

"We got these scars from wands?" I asked touching mine. I always thought I was lucky that mine was less noticeable than Harry's.

At that moment there was a tapping on the window of the shop. All of us turned to see Hagrid staring through the window carrying two owls: one was pure white, the other was pure Black.

"Happy birthday!" he called through the window.

"Dibs on Black!" I shouted and named her Twila (t-y-la).

Hagrid…why does everyone know who we are?" Harry asked when we sat down for dinner that night.

Hagrid looked up from his meal and stayed silent for a minute.

"You see…when you to were babies…yer parents were killed by a man…a very bad man…"

"Who?" I asked.

"Well, people don't really like to say his name…" he said looking down at his hands.

"Can you write it down then?" Harry asked.

"I…can't spell it. Okay, I'll say it once…but that's it…his name was…Voldemort…"

"Voldemort?" harry said the same time I said, "Baldemort?"

"Don't say that!" Hagrid said. "Well…You-Know-Who came to yer parent's house one night and killed yer parents. He went ter go 'n kill the two of you, but the spell rebounded and made him disappear."

"So…B-You-Know-Who is dead?" I asked.

"Well, some say he is…but I think he's still out there…waitin'…"

Hagrid dropped us off at the Dursley's house after we had gotten all of our supplies. Just before he left, he handed up two tickets and said that we had to be at King's Cross Station on September 1 and that the train would leave at eleven o' clock.

"Er…Hagrid?" Harry said. "This ticket says to go to Platform 9 ¾…"

But when we turned around, Hagrid had already disappeared.

"How is this supposed to work?" I asked. "There is no such thing as Platform 9 ¾, how are we supposed to get there?"