Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter belongs completely to JKR, no matter how hard I wish. But I own Cloe!

So, I just want to clear up something. I have slept on all my ideas and have finally decided on one. Therefore, I want to clear up Cloe's appearance. She has a pale, pointed face, stormy grey eyes (I know in the last chapter, I said she had brown eyes, but I had to change it), and dark brown hair that is in a boyish cut. There. I'm happy now, so, on with the story!

Chapter 2

The Golden Trio

Cloe stepped, awestruck, into the street. Colours and shapes were floating about in the air, making it look livelier. There were shops that sold robes, broomsticks, books, animals, ingredients and of course, a wand shop. Cloe had never seen so many strange things in her life before, and she had to admit, it was also intimidating to think that there was this whole magical world that she had never known about until now, and what's more, she belonged to it! Hagrid stepped beside her, his eyes twinkling down at her.

"Follow me."

Cloe obliged. They stopped in front of a dazzling white building that towered over the rest of the shops.

"Gringotts. Probably the most safest place, apart from Hogwarts, o' course."

Cloe stared up at it, drinking in its size. They went up the marble steps and walked into a hall full of working... working what?

"Hagrid, what are they?" she whispers.

"Goblins." he whispered back.

They reached a goblin sitting right at the end of the hall at a desk, writing something on a piece of parchment.

"Sir, Cloe Maysbury would like to reach her Gringotts vault."

The goblin looked up and peered over the desk at her. Hagrid hands him a small, golden key and he checks it over, then calls over a goblin.

"Take them to vault number 189."

They follow the small goblin onto a cart and seat themselves.

"I hate these ruddy carts." Hagrid grumbled.

The cart started and it was like a roller coaster ride, except it was more thrilling. Cloe couldn't help being excited by the cart ride and was disappointed when it ended, stopping in front of her vault.

"Vault number 189." the goblin announced.

They got out, Hagrid resting against the wall to steady his knees. The goblin inserted the golden key and swung the door open. Cloe peered inside and, for the second time that day, her jaw dropped. Inside was three piles; a small pile of bronze coloured coins, a small pile of silver coins, and a small pile of golden coloured coins. She never knew she had all this... money in a vault that her mother had left for her! That must've mean that her mother was a witch. But that still left the question of her father. Was her father a wizard?

"Take a small amount of each." Hagrid instructed, and handed her a small pouch. "The bronze ones are called Knuts, the silver ones are Sickles and the golden ones are Galleons. There's seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle."

Cloe did as she was told and in a few minutes, they were back in the cart. Cloe was practically jumping with excitement when they got of the cart and went back outside.

"Ok, I think we should get yer school robes firs'."

Cloe nodded. She didn't doubt the wizarding world now. They reached a shop and Cloe read the title. Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

"Listen Cloe, would yeh mind if I left yeh here for a bit? I can get yeh yer pet. What would yeh like?"

Cloe thought and looked down at the list.

"An owl please."

Hagrid nodded.

"Useful, owls. Carry yer mail an' everythin'."

Hagrid walked off in the direction of the animal shop, grumbling something about 'two years ago' and someone with the name 'Potter' and the word 'birthday'. Cloe watched him go, then stepped into the shop. A squat, smiling witch dressed in emerald green robes walked up to him.

"Hogwarts?" she asked.

Slightly nervous, Cloe nodded.

"Back here. We've also got someone else having their robes fitted."

Cloe followed Madam Malkin to the back of the shop where a boy was standing on a stool and a second witch pinning up his long black robes. He had a pale, pointed face and platinum blonde hair that flopped over his grey eyes. He had a slight sneer on his face that Cloe did not like at once. Madam Malkin stood Cloe on a stool a meter away from him and slipped a long black robe over her head and started pinning it up.

"Hogwarts, are you?" the boy asked.

Cloe eyed him warily and nodded.

"What year are you in?"

"First. You?"

"I'm in my third year." he said smugly.

Cloe couldn't help thinking that he looked awfully familiar. There was something about that face and hair, but she couldn't think of where she saw them before. But she was definitely sure that she had. Cloe squinted at him, earning a weird look in turn.

"What's your name anway?" he asked.

"Wha-? Oh, Cloe Maysbury."

"I'm Draco Malfoy. Pureblood."

Cloe blinked at him. Pureblood? Thankfully, Cloe didn't have to talk any further because Draco Malfoy's robes were finished and he walked out without a backward glance. A few more minutes later, Cloe's robes were ready too. She payed for them and walked back out to find Hagrid standing outside the door, holding a cage that had a chestnut brown owl.

"It's beautiful." she breathed.

"Yeah. What would you like to name her?"

"Um..." Cloe thought for a moment. "I would like to name her... Jazymn. After my Mum."

"Jazymn... Very fitting." Hagrid nodded.

They went to get Cloe's textbooks, cauldron and basic potion ingredients. Now all that was left was her wand. A wand! Hagrid led her to a narrow and shabby shop that had peeling gold letters that read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC. Hagrid pushed her inside and followed, sitting down on a spindly chair. Cloe looked around her. The shelves were filled with long, narrow boxes, presumably holding wands. Cloe turned back around and fund herself face to face with an old man with wide, pale eyes.

"Good afternoon." he said softly.

"Er... Hi..." she replied nervously.

"And what is your name, my dear?"

"Cloe Maysbury, sir."

"Ah... yes... I remember your mother coming in here. Ten and a half inches long, mahogany, quite whippy."

Cloe blinked at him.

"Yes... I remember every wand I've ever sold, Cloe Maysbury. Every wand."

Cloe kept blinking at him. Every wand? Wow, he must have a long memory.

"Now, lets see... Wand arm please."

Cloe frowned slightly at him before she realised what he wanted. Hastily, she held out her left hand. Ollivander measured her arm then hurried off to a shelf.

"Try this. Yew, eleven inches, unicorn hair." he held out a wand. "Just wave it."

Cloe took it and waved it. Ollivander snatched it out of her hand almost immediately.

"Mahogany, eight and a quarter inches. Pliable."

Cloe waved it again but it too was snatched back.

"Willow, nine and a half inches. Supple."

Cloe took the wand. She felt a sudden warmth in her fingers, raised it above her head and swished it down. Red and gold sparks shot out of the end of the wand, the colours explosive in the air for Cloe, leaving after images behind her eye lids. Hagrid beamed at her and clapped and Mr Ollivander was smiling at her.

"Yes, yes... You weren't too hard. However, your mother, on the other hand, was in here for at least fifteen minutes before she found her wand. You see, the wand chooses the wizard. Always."

Feeling slightly uncomfortable with his gaze, she payed for her wand and he bowed them out of the shop.

"Great wanmaker, Ollivander." Hagrid said.

"He's..." Cloe hesitated.

Thankfully, she didn't have to finish her thought as a group of people swarmed up to them.

"Hagrid!"

"How are you?"

"It's nice to see you again!"

Cloe partially hid herself behind Hagrid, peeking round his waist to see who they were. There were a group of redheaded people, a boy with untidy, black hair, green eyes and round specs, and a bushy, brown haired girl.

"What are you doing here Hagrid?" the black haired boy asked.

"Hogwarts business Harry. Guys, meet Cloe Maysbury."

Hagrid pushed her to the front so they could all see her. The redheads smiled at her, apart from the redheaded boy that was standing to the right of the black haired boy. He had a look of surprise on his face. The black haired guy, Harry, had his eyes narrowed, and the brunette was looking at her oddly. Blushing, Cloe smiled shyly.

"Cloe, this is the Golden Trio. This one here is Harry Potter."

Hagrid pointed to the black haired guy.

"Harry Potter..." she said softly.

She felt uneasy with the double 'r' in his name, and the last 'r' in his surname. He too had a very unpredictable side. But then, the letter 'h' also said that he was unsure, and the letter 'a' said that he was kind.

"This here is Ron Weasley."

The redheaded boy next to Harry stepped forward. She studied him. She wasn't sure if she could trust him, seeing as he had the letter 'r', which also means he had an unpredictable side. But then, he was also hot tempered (the letter 'o'), but kind (the letter 'a' in his surname).

"And this one is Hermione Granger. She's the smartest in their year."

The brunette smiled kindly at her. She too had the letter 'r' in her name, but she too was kind, and also hot tempered.

"I trust you's." Cloe said, pointing at Hermione and Harry. "But I'm not too sure about you." she pointed at Ron.

Twins (also redheaded) laughed loudly at this.

"These two trouble makers are Fred and George Weasley."

The Weasley family has too many 'r's' in their name, she thought.

"Can-can I meet them all um, later?" she asks faintly.

They all look taken aback by her request.

"I-I'm sorry... It's just, they have too many 'r's' in their names..." she trails off.

They're all looking at her oddly now, but Hermione is looking at her with a weird expression.

"Hagrid, I met this boy in Madam Malkin's." Cloe says suddenly. "And he said that he was a pureblood."

"What was his name?" Harry asks.

"Draco Malfoy."

Harry, Ron and Hermione looks at each other, all with distaste in their expressions.

"What? What's wrong with him?"

"Yer best to stay away from the Malfoys, Cloe." Hagrid says darkly.

"Why?"

"Purebloods are what they call a family of wizards that doesn't a Muggle-born in their family." Hermione explains.

"What are Muggles?"

"I suppose you're new to the wizarding world, huh?" Ron says.

"Muggles are what we call 'non-magic folk'." Harry says.

"Are you muggle-born then?" Ron says curiously.

"Um, I'm not really sure..."

"How can you be not sure?" Ron asks, frowning.

"My dad left me and my mum when I was three. My mum is a witch though."

"Oh... Is she here?" Hermione asks.

"Of course not... She's with Hagrid, isn't she?" Harry says.

Cloe shakes her head sadly.

"My mum died when I was six. I was left with this violin at an orphanage."

One of Hermione's hands fly up to cover her mouth. She has tears in her eyes.

"You look like a boy." Ron comments.

"Ron!" a redheaded girl smacks his arm.

"Ow! What the bloody hell was that for?"

"You're being insensitive." the girl says. "I'm Ginny, by the way. Ginny Weasley."

Cloe smiles.

"Um, no offense, but you look a bit... Well, scruffy..." Harry shuffles his feet.

"No offense taken. And yeah, about that, I ran away from the orphanage when I was ten."

Now they all have wide eyes.

"Well, we've got ter get going. Got to get her a room at the Leaky Cauldron." Hagrid announces.

Cloe breathes a sigh of relief. She was getting uncomfortable with all their staring. Cloe waves at them all, even to the other Weasleys that she didn't meet, then follows Hagrid back to the Leaky Cauldron. Hagrid fix her up a room and hands her another envelope.

"This has yer train ticket inside. It says on it what time it leaves, and in the letter, it says what day the term starts. Yeh know yer way to King's Cross Station?"

Cloe nods. She had slept there once, on a bench.

"I've asked the Weasleys ter meet yeh there. Is that OK?"

Cloe nods again.

"Well, got to go now. See ya' when term starts!"

"Thanks Hagrid. Bye!"

He lumbers out of the Leaky Cauldron and when she blinks her eyes, he's gone.

Thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter! I was very happy when I got my first review practically two minutes after it was up. Keep those coming, and I hope you's enjoyed this chapter, and will enjoy future chapters!