Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter and I suspect I never will…

Claimer: On the other hand, Julie and Vilde are still mine! Moahahahaha!

Hope you enjoy!

The next day, Vilde woke up in her room. She walked slowly to the shower. Two hours later, it was a Saturday, she walked out of the damp bathroom wearing a bloodred top and black jeans. It was the 28th of August, and the summer was at an end, but still the sun shone with warmth.

"Vilde!" her mother yelled up the stairs. "You have to hurry, you know. We have a plane to catch!" Vilde stared against the door. What? She thought. Her face was filled with confusion. "Mom, did you just said we had a plane to catch?" she yelled back. "Yes, of course," her mother said, her voice also confused now.

"Be down in ten minutes. I have made you some bread," she said. Vilde walked into the bathroom again, trying to clear her mind. But what she saw in the mirror did not help her at all. The mirror showed a girl with long brown hair, which was normal, but her chest was flat, and her face was laced with childish features. She looked like an eleven year old girl. What the hell was happening? It was most likely some kind of nightmare.

Just when she thought she was about to go crazy in a dream, her phone started ringing. She ran out of the bathroom to get it, as to not wake her mom. Wait. Her mom was awake? She was never awake at this time a day. Was she? "Hello cookie!" I said, as I saw the ID on the phone.

"Hi, Crazy! Are you psyched?" Julie asked with a hint of scream in her voice. "No, but I think Crazy is actually going crazy…" Vilde said. "My mom said we had to catch a plane, and I've not even heard of a trip to Oslo in the last days." Julie laughed in the other end of the phone. "You don't know yet? You really aren't curious," she snorted,

"We aren't going to Oslo, we're going to London on Kings Cross to take a train from platform nine and three quarters. And you want to know why? We are going to HOGWARTS!" Julie screamed. On the other end of the phone, Vilde aka Crazy, was really going crazy. But she couldn't help but let a smile tug her lips. "Well, I got to talk to mom," Vilde said and hung up.

Julie smiled like hell when she arrived at the airport. Yeah, maybe this was a dream and all, but it was a good dream, until she would wake up. Julie saw Vilde stand leaning against the wall, looking like she had the most boring experience of her entire life. Julie ran over to her.

"Okay, that's just weird," Vilde said, looking at Julie with round eyes. "You're a little baby!" Vilde yelled and started laughing. It was not her cruel laugh that she almost always used, but it was still somewhat scary. "You're one to talk," Julie said, smiling sarcastically. "Well, you are even smaller than you usually are. I'm like ten centimeters lower, you're like one meter!" Vilde laughed. "But why aren't you happy about going to Hogwarts?" Julie asked Vilde.

Vilde smiled sadly, and said: "Well, it's because it's a dream, and I will wake up when we see the castle or something. And that is why this isn't a dream. It's a nightmare." Julie nodded in understanding, but said: "But enjoy it when you can, right?" Vilde smiled and punched Julies arm. "Ouch!"

Once they landed in London, Vilde was smiling just as hugely as Julie. The time was twelve in the morning, and they followed their parents to, well, somewhere. Then they were suddenly in a backalley. And both girls had a feeling that they were going to a special bar. A very, very special bar.

The Leaky Cauldron. And right we were. "We're sleeping here for the rest of the weekend, and you need to go shop for the right things. Here is the list. I thought you would want to go on your own, so please do. There's a lot to find out of," Julie's mom said.

Their parents were down in the bar to get something to eat, when Julie and Vilde went to find a wand (!!! This is so cool!!!), cloaks, owls and books. Mr. Olivander was busy with another customer with deep red hair. She turned to look at who came in, and Vilde and Julie smiled to the girl.

Then Julie gripped Vilde's upper arm, tight. Vilde glared at her, but Julie nodded towards the girl, who still looked curious at the two girls. That's when Vilde noticed her red hair all over again and her shining green eyes. "Lil…" she yelled but was interrupted by Julie's hand closing her mouth. "We might know who we are, but she had no idea of who we are," Julie urged. Vilde nodded.

Lily Evans was standing no more than a few feet away from them. The mother of Harry Potter. Vilde couldn't bear it. She bowed down and said: "It's an honor to meet you, Lily Evans!" she exclaimed. Lily looked shocked and Julie slapped her forehead. "Do I know you?" Lily asked. "No, not at all," Julie waved away.

"We've just heard of you from someone that we don't remember the name of. He talked about you like a God, though. And his hair was really slimy…" Lily smiled. "That was probably Severus Snape. He is a good friend," she explained. Julie snorted. "Yeah, I guess… But he really should wash that hair. What is it with him anyway? Is he afraid of the water?" Julie asked. Lily tensed.

"He is perfectly fine, thank you very much. Now don't go around talking about people you don't know, okay?" she said, trying weakly to defend him. Oh, we know him more than you think we do. Okay, I'll cut him some slack, Vilde thought. "Yeah, Julie, he deserves better acquaintance. Right?" she urged. Julie got it, and immediately looked like she swallowed a fox, and she loves foxes. Aka, she was feeling guilty. "Yeah, you're right," Julie said. Then the guilt disappeared as fast as it had come. Lily looked from one of them to the other. "Okay, no offence, but you're weird," Lily said. Julie laughed and Vilde said: "None taken."

Three girls walked out of Mr. Olivanders and smiled and talked about their wands. Julie's was 10 inches, almost longer than herself, Vilde teased, with a unicorn-hair. Vilde's was 15 inches with a spiderstraw, which creeped her out. If there was one thing Vilde was afraid of, than it was spiders. Lily's was one of unicorn too, and 13 inches long. Vilde was the tallest of them, and Julie, the smallest, and Vilde loved teasing her about her height.

They said bye to Lily as she ran off to her parents, and walked past a broomshop. "Oh, I want that broom so badly!" a boy yelled. "Forget it, James, you won't get a broom your first year," an older man said, and Vilde's heart skipped a beat. "James…?" she said silently. "James POTTER?" she now yelled, and the boy jumped around.

A/N: So how was that? I hope you like it, and I will upload as soon as someone add one, and I repeat, one review. So please do! This is my first long story that is put up here, and I would really like some comments from other than my friends. They have to be nice. But please, keep it real. I will delete any insults. Constructive criticism is more than welcomed. Thanks.