These initial chapters follow closely to the books, but aren't identical. So, please enjoy!

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Chapter 2 – You're a Witch
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"I saw the post arrive a short time ago. Go fetch it." Vernon said without looking away from the tele.

Hayley nodded, "I'll be right back." She said but couldn't help herself from thinking why he couldn't have gotten up and got it, if he knew it was there. She would never voice her feelings though, not wanting to know the consequences. She crouched down and picked up the mail. She unconsciously flipped through the envelopes, not really looking for anything since she never received anything anyway…she froze however, when she came upon a peculiar letter…one addressed to her.

She was so shocked, she didn't move at all for several seconds. Her immobility eventually drew her Uncle's attention, causing him to call out to her, "Well, I don't have all day, bring them over."

Hayley blinked herself back to reality and she started to make her way over to her Uncle once again, but there was only one thing on her mind, 'What is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?'

As soon as she reached the large man he said, "Well hand 'em over." He stuck out his hand expectantly.

Hayley placed all but one letter into the man's hand. He wasn't exactly paying attention to her though, so he didn't notice she was still holding something, until his son called out, "She took a letter Dad!"

Vernon finally pried his attention away from the television at what his son said, "Give the letter here, girl."

"It's addressed to me, though."

"Honestly, who would be sending you a letter?" Aunt Petunia said, laughing at the end.

Hayley looked at the letter again and read who was the return address, "It says…Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry..." She read aloud, causing an immediate end to her Aunt's laughter. Reading the words aloud confirmed that she wasn't seeing things when she read it the first time.

Vernon quickly got up from his seat and ran over to her, "Give me that letter!"

Hayley quickly sidestepped the large man and ran to the other end of the room. "It's mine, you can't have it." She said and held the paper in her hand tightly. She was so focused on her Uncle that she didn't notice her cousin sneaking up behind her until she was tackled to the ground. She struggled with the larger boy for a few minutes, until eventually his superior strength own out. He got off of her, holding the letter.

"Hey! That's mine!" She yelled and tried to grab the envelope out of her cousin's hand.

He ignored her and raced over to his father as fast as his round body could take him. "I got it Father!" He called to the larger man.

The young girl got up and ran after her cousin, but couldn't reach him until he passed the letter along. Her Uncle held the letter above his head and without a second thought tore the letter in half. Hayley's eyes widened as she watched him carelessly tear the letter to shreds, until there was nothing left but confetti.

"Now, go to your room!" Vernon bellowed out and pointed the space under the stairs.

Hayley stared angrily at her Uncle and stomped over to her 'room'. When she was inside, she laid face down on her cot, she couldn't really call it a bed. She could feel tears threatening to fell, but she forced them back. 'He had no right to tear apart my letter.' She punched her cot angrily, when the door opened.

"You are not to leave this room until I say so."

"Fine, I don't want to be let out only clean up after all of you!" She yelled back without looking up.

If steam could come out of one's ears, she was sure it would be coming out of her Uncle's, "You insolent little…" He started to say but slammed the door shut before finishing.

A little longer than twenty four hours later…

Hayley was surprise that she didn't see any sign of the Dursleys for the rest of the day or half way through the next day. 'How did they go that long without their maid?' She thought to herself as she was finally allowed to leave to get something to eat. She quickly ate her food and began to make her way back to her 'room', but she stopped to take a look in the living room. Everyone was watching the television. She shook her head, when her eyes caught sight of the remnants of what looked like a couple letters in the fireplace.

"I got another letter…and you burned it?" Hayley questioned anyone who would answer. No one said anything, but her Uncle's smile was more than enough proof for her. "What does it matter to you anyway? They were addressed to me."

"Be happy they're gone." Her Aunt said somewhat harshly.

Hayley was going to question them further, when her Uncle spoke, "Go to your room." He said authoritatively. She glared at him and ran into her 'room' under the stairs, not noticing the table lamp in the living room blowing out when she slammed the door shut.

Each of the following days were similar to the previous, Hayley was only allowed out to eat and nothing else. At least until Sunday, when there should be no post…

The final straw was when Sunday rolled around…

Hayley was finally allowed to be out of her room, but all that really meant was she had chores to do. As she left, she noticed the mail slot on the door had been nailed shut with plywood. She shook her head and continued into the kitchen and stared in disgust at the pile of dirty dishes, 'Do they think I'm their personal dish washer?' She thought and grabbed all of her essentials to do the dishes.

It took her nearly an hour to finish the dishes, and that was double her usual time. She thought they had purposely been more messing than usual, just to make her have more work to do. She walked over to the closet and pulled out the vacuum cleaner, because the carpet was in bad need of it. She uncoiled the cord and walked over to plug the machine in when she paused. She caught a glimpse of outside and was a little confused to see an owl sitting on the fence in front of their house. 'I thought they only hunted at night…' Hayley thought and pulled back the curtains to get a better look. Outside, there were at least a dozen owls perched around the house and if she didn't know any better she'd say they looked like they were getting comfortable.

A loud noise could be heard on the roof. Hayley quickly moved away from the window. The loud noise got the attention of everyone else in the house because all the Dursleys came into the living room to check and see what had caused it. Vernon immediately looked at Hayley, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." She denied, when the sound was heard again. Everyone looked around the ceiling until the sound was heard again. The third time the noise occurred, Hayley looked away from the ceiling and walked over to the fireplace. Again there was banging noise from above, but now Hayley was sure where it was coming from, 'It's coming from the chiminey…' She thought when all of a sudden the bang happened one more time. Seconds later, letters began to pour in to the house from the fireplace. She watched in wonder, as soon she was ankle deep in letters. Hayley couldn't help but smile at the chaos. Everyone was freaking out by all the letters flying out of the fireplace, but she thought it was amusing. She tried to grab one, only to be grabbed by her Uncle. "Hey, let me go!" She called and tried to free herself, but was unsuccessful.

"That's it! We're leaving!" Vernon called to his family and started to carry Hayley out of the house. She tried to hold in her laughter as her Uncle had to virtually swim through the letters to get out. Once they were outside, Dudley and Petunia followed shortly thereafter. "Get in the car!" He commanded, while still carrying Hayley. He threw her in the backseat and quickly jumped into the driver's seat, soon after her Aunt and cousin got in as well. As soon as their doors were shut, Vernon was already speeding out of the driveway.

Hayley looked back at the house and marveled at what had to be around a hundred owls perched around the house.

At the Dursley vacation house…

"Why did we have to leave my gameboy?" Dudley whined.

Hayley rolled her eyes, this was probably the first time he didn't get what he wanted when he wanted it. Hayley looked away from them to her Uncle. He looked on edge and honestly it scared her a little. She'd never seen him like that before.

"We'll go back soon, once things die down." Petunia said, trying to reassure her spoiled son.

There was a loud noise outside, causing the Dursleys to jump. Hayley sighed, "It's probably just lightning. It looked like it was going to rain earlier."

Suddenly the door burst open, scaring the all the occupants. Hayley was first to recover from the shock and carefully made her way over to the front door. She looked at the entryway and stumbled back at the silhouette of a huge man standing there, with his hands on his hips. He stood there for a moments, and then entered the small cabin. The huge man walked over to Hayley and extended his hand, "Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the keys and groundskeeper at Hogwarts."

She looked confused at his introduction, but reached out and shook the man's hand anyway. "Hayley Potter." She introduced herself as well.

"You've certainly gotten big since I last saw ya. But I guess since you were a baby then…" He said and dropped to a knee, so he didn't tower over her quite as much. He reached behind himself and pulled out a small box, "Happy birthday, Hayley."

The black haired girl smiled. She'd never been wished a happy birthday as far as she could remember and yet this man she didn't even know was wishing her one. She took the offered box, "Thank you." She opened it to see what was inside and smiled even wider when she saw a small cake with 'Happee Birthdae Hayley' written across it. Despite the poor spelling, this cake was the sweetest thing she'd ever been given, though she hadn't been given much previously to this, she definitely never been given a birthday cake.

"I don't know who you are, but you will leave here at once!" Vernon yelled, clearly having recovered from the shock of the door being blown open.

Hagrid stood up and took a step towards Uncle Vernon, making the man cower slightly. "I haven't even gotten started on you!" He said and took a deep breath, "Forcing her to live under the stairs and treating her like a house elf! I'm sure Professor Dumbledore told you to treat her better, far better than you've been at least."

"We gave her a roof over her head, clothes to wear, and food to eat! We've done more than enough!" Vernon Dursley yelled, gaining some courage from somewhere.

Hagrid took a moment to look back at the scrawny girl. She was swimming in a t-shirt that was at least two sizes too big for her. She wore baggy pants that also appeared to be oversized as well and he couldn't be sure due to the loose clothes, but she definitely looked too thin. He was struck by how similar she looked like her father despite being a girl. Her hair was short and black and a bit wild, like her father's. She even had round glasses, though he frowned at their condition. They were clearly poorly repaired on the bridge of her nose. The only thing that wasn't a spitting image of James was her eyes; they were just like her mother's, a striking emerald green. Hayley fidgeted nervously at the large man's stare, she didn't like being studied and that's exactly how she felt. "That's a load of hog wash! She barely has any meat on her bones! I should go straight to Professor Dumbledore and tell him how you've been treating her. He'll set you straight…"

"Everything we did was to prevent this foolishness from happening. We're not about to let her mind be filled that all that rubbish. She is not going to that school for freaks!" Vernon said.

She looked at her Uncle and Aunt is shock, "You knew? You kept all of this from me?"

Petunia scoffed at the girl's questions, "Of course we knew. I still remember when prefect Lily got her letter…oh our parents were so proud." She said in disgust before pausing for moment and adding, "But I was the only one to see her for what she really was…a freak."

"How could you talk about my mother like that? She was your sister wasn't she?" Hayley asked as she looked at her Aunt.

"Yes, she was my sister, by blood at least." She said before continuing her earlier rant, "Then she got involved with that Potter guy and then she had you. I just knew you'd be just as strange as her…just as much of a freak. And then just a couple months after you were born, she went and got herself blown up, so we got stuck with you."

Hayley stared at her aunt, "What do you mean 'got blown up'? You told me my parents died in a car accident."

Hagrid looked surprised by what the young girl just said. He turned to the Dursleys, "Why would you disgrace their memories like that? There's no way a car crash would have killed James and Lily."

"Better a car accident than whatever foolish mess they got involved in." Petunia said, not hiding her disgust.

Hagrid was going to go off on the woman, when Hayley spoke up and cooled the large man's temper, "Wh-What really happened to my parents?" She approached him cautiously. She want to know what had been withheld from her, what really happened to put her in their care.

The large man's eyes softened as he looked at the young girl before him. He sighed and sat on the chair beside Hayley. "I knew your parents all the way since they attended Hogwarts. They were good people, but back then there was a very bad wizard. They were among a group of wizards who opposed that evil wizard." Hagrid said and paused briefly, before getting to Hayley's question. "All three of you were targeted by him and your parents died protecting you. That is the night you got that scar…" He said and pointed at her forehead.

Hayley stared at the man in shock, it all seemed too fantastical. She reached up and gently touched the lightning bolt shaped scar, she'd always wondered where she got it from and now she knew.

"You're a witch, Hayley. Just like your parents." Hagrid said almost happily. "And I'm here to give you your acceptance in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, since none of our letters were replied to." He said and glared at the Dursleys when he said the last part.

"That's enough! I'll have no more talk of that freak school or that Hayley will be going anywhere of the sort!" Vernon yelled, seemingly gaining some courage again. The large man stood up and approached Hagrid before raising a shotgun at him. Hayley always thought her Uncle was big, but he was dwarfed by the other man.

"Uncle, please don't…"

"Shut up! You will not going anywhere!" Vernon yelled, silencing Hayley quickly.

"That's not your choice. She'll be goin' to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world and she'll be under the guidance of the greatest headmaster Hogwarts has ever had….Albus Dumbledore!" Hagrid said quickly.

"I will not be paying to have some crackpot old fool teach her silly magic tricks!"

Hagrid looked beyond angry by Vernon's least comment, "You will never…insult…Albus Dumbledore…in front of me!" He said furiously and reached out to grab the gun pointed at him. With what looked to be an incredible amount of ease, he crushed the barrel in his hand and broke it completely off. Seeing the gun break was enough to destroy any courage Vernon Dursley had found. He stumbled away and Hagrid pointed at him, "You may consider yourself a strong muggle, but you will not stop Hayley from doing what is her right."

Hayley looked confused at a term she'd never heard before, "Muggle?"

"Non-magical folk." He explained to the young girl. "I'm going to take her to get her school supplies and when she comes back, she will have a proper room and you'll treat her better. Or else." He said and pointed his umbrella at the chair he'd just gotten up from. In a moment the chair was blown smithereens. The young girl jumped back in shock, it was then she realized that wasn't simple umbrella. "Let's go, Hayley." The large man said and offered her his hand. She looked back at the Dursleys for a second before taking the hand in front of her.

Hayley looked up at the giant of a man beside her, "Where are we going, Hagrid?"

"To Diagon Alley of course!" He said cheerfully.

She stared at Hagrid completely confused, "Am I supposed to know what or where that is?"

The large man shook his head, "Sorry, I keep forgettin'." He said and paused for a second, "Diagon Alley is like a wizarding market place. To get there, we have to go to the Leaky Cauldron first, that's in London." He said and usher her out of the house.

"There it is, the Leaky Cauldron!" Hagrid said and pointed toward a very regular looking building.

Nothing about it drew any attention to it, but maybe that was on purpose. Hagrid and Hayley entered the pub and she could see there was something different about this place, once they were inside. They walked by a man stirring his coffee with spoon he wasn't even touching. They passed someone who likely worked there, cleaning a table with a flick hand. Everyone seemed to be going about their business though and they were passing through without anyone really paying attention to them, until the man behind the bar called over to Hagrid.

"Oh, hi Tom! No time for a drinks unfortunately…on official Hogwarts business." Hagrid said, motioning to the young girl with him.

"Who is your young companion?" Tom asked curiously.

The giant of a man leaned forward and whispered as quietly as he could, "This is Hayley Potter."

"Hayley Potter!" The barkeep said loudly, drawing the attention of all the patrons inside. The entire bar went silent and Hayley unconsciously drew closer to Hagrid, not liking being the center of attention. "Blimey! It's been eleven years already!"

Just then a loud bang resonated throughout the previously quiet pub. Hayley quickly looked around the groundskeeper. She spotted a chair on the ground beside and particular looking man. He was tall and wore a turban around his head.

"S-S-Sorry…" He stuttered as he backed away from the chair.

"Professor Quirrell?"

Hayley looked up at the man next to her, 'He's a Professor?' she thought to herself.

"S-S-So s-s-sorry Hagrid, I n-need to be g-g-going." Professor Quirrell stuttered once again, before rushing out of the Pub.

"It's truly a pleasure to finally meet you in person."

Hayley heard the man behind her voice, prompting her to turn and face him once again. She saw that he had his arm extended, so she reached out and shook the man's hand. He seemed nice enough and he seemed to be friends with Hagrid, so that was enough for her.

"We really should be going Tom…loads of supplies to buy." Hagrid said and put his large hand on Hayley's shoulder.

"Oh right, right. I won't be keeping you any longer then." Tom said warmly. Hagrid began to lead the young girl from the pub when the barkeep spoke one more time, "It was a pleasure to have met you, Hayley Potter!"

As they were nearly out of the building, Hayley could hear whispering among the patrons. She frowned and looked up at the large man, "They're talking about me aren't they?"

He nodded, "They are." He confirmed and looked at his charge, frowning. "You are quiet famous. You ended You-know-who's reign of terror. I know you don't remember, but the whole wizarding world knows and so they all know you, at least by name."

'You-know-who?' She questioned herself, but the problem was, she didn't know. She simply nodded her head slightly, 'I still don't like people talking about me behind my back…' She thought but remained silent. 'I'll have to ask him who You-know-who is…' She thought but she continued to follow the man in front of her until they came upon a brick wall. "Umm…Hagrid why are we at a dead end?"

Hagrid smiled, "Just watch." He said and lifted his umbrella to the wall. He began tapping several different bricks before he lowered his arm. After a moment, Hayley could hear a grinding sound followed by the brinks before them starting to move. She watched in wonder and the bricks shifted positions until they reformed into an entryway. "Let's go." Hagrid said and started to enter the passageway, followed closely behind by the much smaller girl.

A thought struck Hayley as they entered a completely new area. Diagon Alley. "Hagrid, I don't have any money to buy any of my school supplies."

"That's why we need to go to Gringotts. Did you think your parents wouldn't make sure you were taken care of?"

Hayley shook her head, "I'm not really sure what to think…this is all new to me." She said and paused for a moment, "What is Gringotts?"

"Oh, yeah I should 'ave explained that. It's a wizarding bank." He said and pointed ahead. "It's that large building up there." They continued in silence until they reached the bank. "I'll tell ya, the bank is run by goblins. They're a mean and conniving folk, but because of their ways and the security measures they have in place that makes Gringotts the second safest place in the world."

Hayley couldn't help up ask, "What's the safest place then?"

"Hogwarts, of course." He said before pushing open the doors to the bank.

They both entered the bank together, Hagrid keeping his head forward, but Hayley couldn't stop herself from looking at the goblins that lined each side of aisle they walked down. They seemed to be absorbed in their paperwork in front of them, but all of them still looked angry for some reason. She looked forward and saw a particularly angry looking goblin sitting at a large desk. When they reached the desk, the goblin sitting there addressed them.

"What is your business at Gringotts today?"

"Ms. Potter needs to make a withdrawal." Hagrid answered quickly.

The goblin seemed to ignore the large man and looked over to Hayley, "And does Ms. Potter have her key?"

There was silence for a few moments before the giant of a man spoke. "Ah…yes…I've got it here somewhere…." He said and began to reach into several pockets before he said, "Ah ha…here we are." He said and handed the key to the goblin.

He looked over the key for a moment, "Everything seems to be in order." He said and started to get up when Hagrid spoke once more.

"And also…" The large man reached into his over coat, pulling out an envelope. "This is from Dumbledore. It's about the…you know what in the…you know where." The goblin looked over the letter briefly and gave a quick nod before getting up and ushering them to follow. He led them down a hall until they reached a cart sitting on a monorail. Hagrid was already getting on board when he motioned for Hayley to join him.

She looked over the cart warily before stepping on board. She had just sat down when she felt a jerk forward. Hayley grabbed the railing in front of her as tightly as she could when the vehicle began to move. In seconds it was moving incredibly fast, so fast it didn't seem like it was very safe. Jagged rocks flew by as the zoomed along the rail, but they kept descending. It felt like they were never going to reach her vault, where ever it was. All of a sudden, though they came to a quick stop.

"Here we are Miss Potter." The goblin said and opened to the door.

Hayley stepped off the machine that took them to her vault, vault 687. She stumbled a little when she finally stepped on solid ground, but held on to the cart to maintain her balance. After taking a deep breath she took a step away from the vehicle that took them to her vault, she was happy to know her feet were much steadier now. She approached the vault slowly, until she reached the entrance. Her jaw dropped. The vault was full of coins as far as her eyes could see. She didn't know anything about the denominations of each so she looked over her shoulder and called to her companion, "Hagrid!"

The large man quickly made his way over and looked around to see if something was wrong. When he didn't see anything, he looked at the girl curiously.

"Is this right? This is really all mine?" Hayley asked in wonder.

"Yep. Your parents made sure that you were provided for."

Hayley shook her head, "I don't know what to take. I don't have any idea of how much I'll need."

Hagrid smiled and pointed to one pile of money, "Those are knuts." He then pointed to a pile of silver coins, "Those are sickles, twenty nine knuts equal one sickle." He then pointed to another pile of coins, the largest pile, "Those are galleons. Seventeen sickles or four hundred and ninety three knuts make one galleon." He said and paused for moment to think, "I'd say a sack of galleons and sickles with a handful of knuts should be more than enough." He then handed the young girl a sack to put the coins in.

Hayley nodded and took the offer bag. She quickly filled it with the desired coins. "Okay, I'm ready." She said and walked out of the vault with Hagrid.

They both were in the cart when the giant smiled warily at the young girl, "We have to go to one more vault before we can return to the surface." He said, obviously noticing her discomfort with the ride down so far.

Hayley simply nodded, but before she could say anything the vehicle jerked forward and they were zooming forward again. Fortunately, this ride down didn't seem quite as long and at least she knew what to anticipate, unlike before. When they came to a stop this time, the goblin guiding them down, told them to stay where they were. Hayley took this opportunity to investigate where they were this time. The number by the vault read, 713. 'The numbers must increase as we descend.' She theorized, but it also made her wonder exactly how many vaults there were and how deep they went down. She saw the goblin approach the door and bring out a dagger. She winced as he cut his hand and rubbed it on the door.

As soon as his hand touched the door, it began to dissolve, revealing the room. It was extremely small compared to her vault. It didn't appear to have anything inside expect for a stone bench with a small sack sitting on it. The goblin went inside and retrieved the small sack before returning to the cart and handing it over to Hagrid.

"It would be best if you kept this to yourself, Hayley." The giant of a man said and tucked the small bag into an inner pocket of his jacket.

"Okay." Hayley said quietly, though she couldn't deny that she was extremely curious about what Hagrid took from vault 713. She didn't know if she was getting used to riding the 'machine from hell', as she dubbed it, but the ride back to lobby of Gringotts didn't seem too bad. Having gotten what they came for the pair left the bank.

"I'll go get some of your basic supplies, your cauldron, parchment, quills, and the sort. You should go to Madarn Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, for your school robes." Hagrid said and pointed to a building just down the way.

Hayley nodded and slowly made her way to the shop. She stepped inside and looked around, "Anybody here?" She had barely asked her question when a woman appeared behind the counter.

The woman looked her over for a moment before saying, "First year at Hogwarts?" Hayley simply nodded, "Right then. I'll be back in a moment." She said and disappeared, only to appear again just a couple seconds later with a box.

Hayley took the box and put it down one the table beside her and opened it to see exactly what the woman gave her. As she removed each article of clothing, she thought of how they looked like any other school uniform she'd seen. She frowned however when she pulled out a skirt. She held the skirt in her hands and looked over to the lady who handed her the articles of clothing, "Do I really have to wear a skirt?" She asked.

The woman looked at her strangely, "The girl's uniform includes a skirt. The boy's has slacks."

She frowned, "Is it against the rules for girls to wear pants?"

"Well…no, but…"

"Then let me have the pants." Hayley said and handed the older lady back the skirt she had just given her. She'd always been forced to wear hand me downs for her cousin, so she'd never had the opportunity to wear a skirt and honestly she didn't really have a desire to, she was comfortable in pants. The woman took the skirt, but still shook her head slightly. She walked away but she was barely gone before she returned.

"Here you are."

Hayley took the clothes and gave the woman coin in exchange, "Thank you." She said and was about to leave when she heard a snicker behind her. She turned around to see who it was and came face to face with a young boy who had to be about her age. The boy had blond hair and was slicked back with what looked to be entirely too much hair gel. He had a crooked smile on his face that made him look smug to her. "Is something funny?"

He laughed again, "No. But you are strange."

She glared at him when he said that, "I am not strange…I just prefer pants."

"What's your name?" The boy asked, changing the subject.

"Tell me yours first." She countered.

He snickered again, annoying Hayley, "Draco. Draco Malfoy."

She was actually surprised that he actually told her, so she did the same, "Hayley. Hayley Potter." She said and extended her hand.

Draco didn't do anything immediately. He just stared at the offered hand for several seconds, before he eventually shook it. Once they separated Draco said, "Potter, huh? First year at Hogwarts?" He asked and got a slow nod. "Well let me tell you something then…" He paused before adding, "There are two sorts of wizards, be sure you choose the right sort to hang around with." He said before quickly departing the shop.

His statement left Hayley completely confused, but after just a few seconds of thought she shook it off and exited the shop as well. As soon as she was back on the street, she saw Hagrid just a short distance away from the shop. She walked over to him and pulled out her school list. She looked over the items she needed, her eyes were drawn to the one in particular, "I need a wand."

"You'll want to head to Ollivander's for that. He has the best wand shop there is." He said and once again pointed her in the direction she needed to go. "Give me your robes. I have one more place to go, but I'll meet you outside Ollivander's when you're done."

"Okay." Hayley said with a quick nod and made her way over to the wand shop.

As soon as she entered the old building it looked empty. There looked to be millions of boxes on shelves from the floor to the ceiling. She walked further inside and looked around, "H-Hello, is anyone here?" She said, but no more than a second later she found herself jumping back in fright as and a disheveled old man appeared from behind a shelf.

"Miss Potter…I've been waiting for you."

Hayley stepped back until she tripped over a stack of boxes on the ground, landing on her bottom. The old man approached her until he stood over her, "Wh-What do you want?" She asked and filched as he extended his hand toward her.

"Calm yourself girl. I'm Ollivander and this is my shop." He said and continued to hold his hand out until she took it. He pulled her to her feet, but didn't immediately let go of her hand. Instead, he turned it over and inspected it before he turned it palm side up, examining her palm extensively. Hayley thought for a moment that he was going say something about her future like a phony psychic, but he did nothing of the sort. Once he released her hand, he made his way over to a shelf not too far away and pulled out a box. He opened it and pulled out a wand from it and handed it to Hayley. She looked at him with a confused expression, "Well, give it a flick…" The wandmaker said and watched.

Hayley shrugged her shoulders and did as she was told. Upon giving the wand a quick flick, several boxes flew off the shelves, surprising her and making her drop the wand.

"Nope, not that one." Ollivander said and was off to grab another box before she could even ask what happened.

She quickly crouched down and picked up the wand she'd dropped. She placed the wooden object on the desk in front her. By that time, she already had a new wand being handed to her. She did as she did before, only this time instead of sending boxes off the shelves, she blew up the lamp across the room. She didn't drop the wand this time, this time she carefully placed it on the desk, a little worried about causing further damage with it.

"Definitely not that one." Ollivander said and walked a short distance away. He found his hand drawn to one box and pulled it down. He looked at the box and read the wand contained inside, 'Holly…eleven inches…Phoenix feather…' He looked over to Hayley for a moment before whispering, "I wonder…" He quickly made his way back to the young girl and handed her the wand.

Hayley was a little concerned as to what may happen with this one, after the first two, but as soon as her fingers touched the wood, she could tell there was an immediate difference from this one to the others. It was visually different than the others as well because rather than exploding anything, the wand emitted gold and red sparks.

"Curious…most curious indeed…" Ollivander thought aloud, drawing Hayley's attention.

"I'm sorry, but what's curious sir?" She asked.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, every one. It just so happens that the Phoenix who gave its feather in your wand also gave one other…and only one other. That wand, your wand's 'brother' is the very same wand to that gave you that scar." The old man said in wonder.

Hearing what the wandmaker said only brought one question into her head that had been in there since she learned the true fate of her parents, "What is his name, the owner of the other wand?"

The old man shook his head slightly, "I…can not say the name. I will say that the wand choices the wizard, that is how it has always been. I think if its 'brother' is any indication, we can expect great things from you. For He-who-must-not-be-named did great things…truly terrible things, but great nonetheless."

Hayley simply nodded, "How much?"

"Seven Galleons." Ollivander replied.

Hayley reached into her sack of coins and pulled out a handful. She picked through them until she found seven gold pieces. She handed the old man the money for her wand and put the remainder back in her sack. "Thank you." She muttered before making her way out of the building. She wasn't really paying attention to where she was heading, because her thoughts were on the man who she'd yet to hear the name of, man who killed her parents. 'I'll have to ask Hagrid…he'll tell me.' She thought, when she heard a booming voice call her name.

"Hayley! Come 'ere!"

The black haired girl looked up and saw Hagrid a little in front of her. She looked at him curiously because he appeared to be hiding something behind his back. "Hey Hagrid! What do you have there?"

A big smile appeared on the man's face as he revealed a bird cage with a stunning white owl inside.

"Wow…she's beautiful…" Hayley said as she admired the snow white owl.

"I'm glad you like 'er, cause she's yours." Hagrid said and handed the cage over to the young girl.

"I-I couldn't…" Hayley said quietly.

The large man shook his head as he said, "Nonsense. She's my birthday present to you."

At the large man's statement her eyes filled with tears and she quickly hugged him. Her arms don't even make it half way around the large body she was hugging, but she held him tightly anyway, burying her face the large man's clothes. "Thank you." She said softly, although Hagrid still heard her.

Hagrid patted the young girl's back softly, "We should be heading back, it's getting late."

Hayley nodded and released the giant sized man, before he took her hand and lead her from Diagon Alley.

End Ch.2

Well that's done far quicker than I can remember doing chapter in a long time. This chapter is more similar to how all future chapter will be than the first chapter, which was more of a prologue than anything. If it wasn't obvious enough by this update, I plan on continuing this. The next chapter will definitely take longer than this one did because I want to finish the next chapter of 'Our Fuure' first.

I don't normally reply to reviews in the story, because it is technically against the rules, but I will this time…

Middlen, I hope this one can live up to my SM stories, because I've learned a lot from writing them.

Bunnies Galore, Thank you for your interest. The impacts of gender change is something I look forward to exploring. Also, I will do my very best with this and I can promise an epic story at the very least. I like to write and put my all into everything I write.

Just Passerby, yes it is my intention to go all the way through Deathly Hallows (maybe even beyond). I fully anticipate this will be very long upon completion; my calculations put the word count somewhere around 700,000 words, likely even more though. I enjoy writing long stories though. The first two books won't take a large amount of time to get through, but from Prisoner of Azkaban onward, those will take some time. I find long stories fun to write, more so than one shots. You can weave a story so much better if it is longer. Also, yes, there are so few yuri stories in HP fandom, especially compared to yaoi…of course there are so many more possibilities for yaoi than yuri, which would explain that.