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Chapter 2- Year One: Diagon Alley

Haylee Bark

My feet pounded against the cobblestone ground, a big smile lit up my face. I had been accepted to Hogwarts and was going to get supplies for school. Mom went to buy me books and the boys, Kendall, Cedric, Fred and George all went with me to get my wand. I ran down the street, much fast than any of the boys ever had, my long brown hair flowing and tangling behind me. I waited outside of the shop for them. "Slow down, Haylee. You'll get your wand." Kendall was breathing heavy as he said this, trying to regain what little breath he had.

I put my arms to my side and let out a sweet smile. "I'm sorry! I'm so excited!" I patted my pocket, expecting to feel the galleons in there, but instead found nothing. "I forgot money. I'll be right back!" I started to run off, but Cedric ran after me.

"You can't go all by yourself, Haylee." I rolled my eyes and walked down the street with Cedric. Then the boy stepped out in front of us.

"Fancy meeting you here, Ced. Who is this? Your little girlfriend?" He looked terrifying. He had pale skin, dark hair and ice like blue eyes.

"Bug off, Zaine. She's not even in school yet, and neither are you. Last thing I want is you scaring her." Cedric looked at the boy with hatred in his eyes, a look I'd never seen him give anyone.

The boy came closer to me, his eyes hungry. "Cute little thing, huh? She looks like she'd made a hell of a Slytherin, by the looks of it." He loomed over me. I could smell his breath landing on my face. "Come on, you're better than those bunch of Hufflepuff losers, what do you think?"

I gulp and step closer to Cedric. "They aren't losers."

The boy turns his sly smile into a less than appealing frown. "If that is what you think," he stepped back and pointed his wand at me, "Alarte Ascendare!" Cedric pushed me out of the way and took to spell full force, launching him about ten feet into the air and dropping him down with a thud. I knew Cedric was alright (him and I both had fallen from much greater heights while playing Quidditch) but I was angry. Before I could figure out what was happening, Zaine's teeth began to grow until they were too big for his mouth. The boy ran off and I helped Cedric to his feet.

"What did you do, Haylee?" He asked, shocked.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just preformed magic for the first time."

Cedric laughed and brushed himself off. "Yeah, you sure did."

"Ced, how did he know magic? If he is my age then..."

Cedric shook his head. "His family is a very powerful line of Slytherins and they have been teaching their children spells from the moment they could talk. He probably practiced using his mom or dad's wand. The wand he had looked brand new." I nodded as I thought about this. "Come on, let's go get some money. Wands cost seven galleons."

We found my mom in Flourish and Botts buying the books I would need for the school year. She was holding a list with eight different books on it, all of them sounding boring. I would much rather have my wand. I ran back to Ollivanders, once again leaving Cedric in the dust. Fred, George and Kendall were laughing so hard they looked like they were about to fall over. "Did you guys see that Zaine kid? I wonder what happened to him!" Kendall said between breaths of air and laughs.

I looked down at my shoes guiltily. "It was an accident."

The twins looked at one another and started laughing once again. "Sweet little Haylee has a bite!" George announced.

"Who knew?" Fred high-fived his twin and then managed to catch his breath. "I got some ideas, George."

George nodded. "Indeed, indeed."

I walked into Ollivander's shop, followed by the boys. "Well, she finally made it! Got all your body guards with you, missy? Or are they all your boyfriends?" All of us said eww, gross, or something to that degree. "Well, are you ready for your wand?" I nodded eagerly and the man came back with three different wands. "I promised you a great wand, lass, so you're going to get one."

The first wand he gave me was a reddish wood. "Twelve and a half inches, swishy, rosewood with a unicorn hair core. Give it a wave." He passed it to me and it did nothing. He took the wand back from me. "Never mind that. I thought that one would be fun to try." He looked at the two remaining wands and passed me a lighter colored one. "Rowan, eleven and three fourths inches, unicorn hair core, quite flexible." He passed the wand to me and I waved it. Out of the wand came pleasant pink and white sparks. Ollivander had a huge smile on his face. "Unicorn hair and rowan may not be the most rare or the strongest types of wand wood and core, but I have never see rowan turn evil and unicorn hair is the most loyal." I smiled and nodded as another girl walked into the shop, looking nervous and clutching her books close to her.

As we walked out I turned to her. "Don't worry. He's really nice. You'll get a great wand." The girl smiled at me and walked further into the store while we all walked out.

We met up with the moms outside of the sweet shop where we stopped for ice cream, which was quickly becoming a tradition. We went to the tailor to get me robes and adjust the boys robes as well. "Do I get an owl, mum?" I asked her as I licked my ice cream.

She smiled. "Yes. Go pick one out that suits you." I looked at all the owls and settled on a smaller barn owl who wouldn't stop giving me a sad expression.

"Alright, I'll get you, you silly thing." The bird cooed at me and hopped onto my shoulder and started nuzzling me. "You're sweet. Might as well call you Cream Puff."

George gave me an amused expression. "You seriously aren't going to name him that, are you?"

I shook my head and smacked him lightly. "Pay attention, George! I said might as well, meaning that's not what I'm going to call him. His name is," I thought for a moment before coming up with the perfect name, "Commander."

George started laughing. "That little guy, a commander! As if! Private, maybe, if you stretch it."

"Well do you have any better ideas?" I say to him, crossing my arms.

He nods. "I just told you, Private! You could also call him Fluffy or Butterbeer!"

I purse my lips at the last one. "Butterbeer, huh? I could call him BB for short."

George shakes his head. "Oh, Haylee no! I meant that as a joke! Don't name the poor thing Butterbeer!"

I look at the owl on my shoulder. "Blink once for Commander and twice for BB." The owl turned his head to the side before blinking twice. "Butterbeer it is then! Thanks, George." He muttered something that sounded faintly like animal abuse.

I turn away and go to purchase the happy animal before turning away to go see where everyone else was. Everyone congregated outside, waiting for my return. Mom was smiling. "What a lovely owl, dear. Did you name him?"

I nod. "I named him Butterbeer! Call him BB for short. George came up with the name!" I gave him a pointed look and a sweet smile and he started whistling.

Mom looked taken aback but swallowed whatever thoughts she had. "That's lovely dear. Well, we're finished here. We will go back home and get you packed up.

That night I grabbed my wand, BB, and as many blankets my arms could hold and made my way down the the fort that I had discovered all those years ago. I could hear Kendall following me and the wings of Dutchess lazily flapping up and down. When I got dow there, Cedric, Fred, George and Ron were all sitting there, waiting for Kendall and myself. I couldn't stop the smile from crossing my face. They were all here for me. Fred and George had managed to sneak bottles of Butterbeer down to our hide away and filled goblets, provided by Cedric, with the sweet liquid. George raised his goblet before we all took a drink. "To Haylee!" Everyone laughed and prepared for me to join the elite's at Hogwarts the following day, and get sorted into my house. Ron sat beside, looking jealous, but he knew it would be him next year. Before we all fell asleep, everyone took wagers on my house. Kendall was convinced I'd be Slytherin, though I'll admit he probably meant it more as a joke, Cedric yelled throughout the cavern he would no longer be the only Hufflepuff in the group, Fred said since I was the smartest I would be Ravenclaw (though with the company I kept, being the smartest wasn't exactly a huge achievement) and George told everyone I would be Gryffindor, just like the rest of them. I had a hard time sleeping that night, knowing the day that decided my entire fate was tomorrow.

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