FlamingStar1, godofall: Here you go! Thank you so much!

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Guest: Yes. I'm sorry, you made me realize his identity isn't really all that clear. He's Lee Jordan, from Harry Potter.

percyjacksonfan135: I guess that depends. I think later on he might witness her doing something particularly Lily like and begin to realize she isn't quite as much like James as he thought. At first, however, she'll remind him even more of James than Harry does, because she's a prankster.

lucy claxton: Thank you!

harryislife: Thank you again! She is actually a lot more of a big sister figure than she seems at the moment, kind of like Harry was. Speaking of which, this seems like it's going to be the most canon compliant of these stories. (Yes, it's going to be a series, but not for a little bit.) She's actually a bit more like Harry than you might think. (For more, see the bottom of the page.) She will have some different friends. Also, I wasn't planning on having her with the Weasley twin. I thought about it, but it didn't seem right.

"There it is! The Leaky Cauldron. Quite a famous place, actually." Lee said, before starting to fish around in his bag. Wylie raised an eyebrow at the building. It was a tiny, grubby-looking pub. If Lee hadn't pointed it out, Wylie wouldn't have noticed it was there. The people hurrying by didn't glance at it. Their eyes slid from the big book shop on one side to the record shop on the other as if they couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron at all. In fact, Wylie had the most peculiar feeling that only she, Lee and Onyx, who was on her other side, could see it. Before she could mention this, Lee cried out in triumph and steered her inside.

For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut. The low buzz of chatter stopped when they walked in. The bartender chuckled at them.

"Coming back for another year, Jordan?" Someone in the back asked. "Where's your mother?" Lee smirked, replying,

"On a job in Ireland. Besides, I couldn't pass up the chance to show my best friend around Diagon Ally for the first time." He put a hand on Wylie's shoulder.

"Good Lord," said the bartender, peering at Wylie, "is this — can this be —?"

The Leaky Cauldron had suddenly gone completely still and silent.

"Bless my soul," whispered the old bartender, "Wylie Potter… what an honor." He hurried out from behind the bar, rushed toward Wylie and seized her hand, tears in his eyes.

"Welcome back, Ms. Potter, welcome back."

Wylie didn't know what to say. Everyone was looking at her. The old woman with the pipe was puffing on it without realizing it had gone out.

Then there was a great scraping of chairs and the next moment, Wylie found herself shaking hands with everyone in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Doris Crockford, Ms. Potter, can't believe I'm meeting you at last."

"So proud, Ms. Potter, I'm just so proud."

"Always wanted to shake your hand — I'm all of a flutter."

"Delighted, Ms. Potter, just can't tell you, Diggle's the name, Dedalus Diggle."

"I've seen you before!" said Wylie, as Dedalus Diggle's top hat fell off in his excitement. "You bowed to me once in a shop."

"She remembers!" cried Dedalus Diggle, looking around at everyone. "Did you hear that? She remembers me!" Wylie shook hands again and again — Doris Crockford kept coming back for more.

A pale young man made his way forward, very nervously. One of his eyes was twitching.

"I'm P-p-p-professor Q-Quirrell, Ms. P-P-Potter. I c-can't t-tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you."

"What sort of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?"

"D-Defense Against the D-D-Dark Arts," muttered Professor Quirrell, as though he'd rather not think about it. "N-not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter?" He laughed nervously. "You'll be g-getting all your equipment, I suppose? I've g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on vampires, m-myself." He looked terrified at the very thought.

But the others wouldn't let Professor Quirrell keep Wylie to himself. It took almost ten minutes to get away from them all. At last, Onyx managed to make herself heard over the babble.

"Must get on — lots to buy. Come on, Wylie."

Doris Crockford shook Wylie's hand one last time, and Lee led them through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds. Onyx was scowling heavily. She swiped a hand across her throat-to cancel the voice enhancing spell-before turning to glare at Lee. He winced.

"Sorry Wylie. I didn't realize they would swarm you like that." Onyx hit him. "Ouch! What the heck, Declan! I meant that! Ouch! Quit that! Wylie help me!" Wylie laughed.

"Alright, Onyx, you can stop now. Lee's the only one who can get us into Diagon Ally." Onyx hit the poor boy one more time for good measure, then stepped back, pulling a pair of perfectly round glasses out of her bag.

"By the way, Wylie, here are those glasses you asked for. Charmed to counteract the dyslexia and everything."

"Thank you Nyx!" The poor visioned girl gushed. She took the pair already on her face and slipped the magical ones on. Blinking slightly, she looked around. "Thanks so much!" Lee finally found a finely carved piece of wood.

"Wand?"

"Yep." He held the wand up. "Three up...two across..." He tapped the wall three times with his wand.

The brick he had touched quivered — it wriggled — in the middle, a small hole appeared — it grew wider and wider — a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for a giant, an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.

"Welcome," said Lee, "to Diagon Alley."

He grinned at Wylie's amazement. They stepped through the archway. Wylie looked quickly over her shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly back into solid wall. Onyx harrumphed, grumbling about easier ways to open a door. Wylie rolled her eyes, although she knew her best friend was right.

The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons — All Sizes — Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver — Self-Stirring — Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them.

"You'll need one, Wye" said Lee, "but you gotta have money first."

Wylie wished she had about eight more eyes. She turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, "Dragon liver, sixteen Sickles an ounce, they're mad…"A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium — Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys of about Wylie's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. "Look," Wylie heard one of them say, "the new Nimbus Two Thousand — fastest ever —" There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Wylie had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon….

"Yoohoo! Earth to Wylie! Hello?" Wylie came to attention as Onyx snapped her fingers in her face. "I think we're here." Lee nodded.

"Gringotts. Wizarding bank. Run by goblins."

"Goblins." Wylie repeated disbelievingly. Lee nodded towards the bronze doors. A goblin stood there, clad in a scarlet and gold uniform. He was about a head shorter than Wylie. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Wylie noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

"That's lovely." Wylie said. Lee and Nyx both gave her strange looks that became amused as she finished lowly. "Ominous."

"Anyone trying to rob this place would have to be insane."

"Pretty much."

A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Wylie, Onyx, and Lee made for the counter.

"Hello, Paizo." Lee greeted a goblin formally. The goblin sighed and looked up.

"Mister Jordan."

"My friend Wylie needs to get some money from her vault."

"And does Ms. Potter have her key?" Lee nudged Wylie, who slid a golden key across the counter. Biting her lip, she watched as Paizo studied it. Finally, he nodded.

"That seems to be in order. Is there anything else you require, Mister Jordan?"

"No thank you, Paizo." Here, Lee said something unintelligible. Whatever it was made Paizo's eyebrows shoot up in surprise and gobins around them to fall silent. With a pleased tone, Paizo replied in the same form before speaking in English again.

"I see your mother taught you well." Lee smiled slightly. "Griphook!" Griphook was yet another goblin

"One more thing, Mister Jordan." Lee turned back to Paizo. "Try to work on your pronunciation. A few of your words were wrong, though you did get your point across." Lee swore very quietly.

Griphook held the door open for them. Wylie, who had expected more marble, was surprised. They were in a narrow stone passageway lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downward and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Griphook whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks toward them. They climbed in and were off.

At first they just hurtled through a maze of twisting passages. Wylie tried to remember, left, right, right, left, middle fork, right, left, but it was impossible. The rattling cart seemed to know its own way, because Griphook wasn't steering.

Wylie's eyes stung as the cold air rushed past them, but she kept them wide open. Once, she thought she saw a burst of fire at the end of a passage and twisted around to see what it was, but too late — they plunged even deeper, passing an underground lake where huge stalactites and stalagmites grew from the ceiling and floor.

"What was that?!" Onyx asked Lee. He leaned away from her slightly, calling,

"Gobbledegook."

"You're telling me!" The other female grumbled at Lee's laughter. "Another question, Nyx, would be why is his mother so well known? What does she do?"

"Wizard representative to the Goblins. That how I know- okay fine, that's how I almost know how to say a salutation in Gobbledegook, which, by the way is the language of the Goblins." The cart jerked to a stop beside a small door. Griphook unlocked the door. A lot of green smoke came billowing out, and as it cleared, Wylie gasped. Inside were mounds of gold coins. Columns of silver. Heaps of little bronze ones.

"All yours," smiled Lee.

All Wylie's — it was incredible. This entire time there had been a small fortune belonging to her, buried deep under London?

Lee helped Wylie pile some of it into a bag.

"The gold ones are Galleons," he explained. "Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle, it's easy enough.

"That right there should be enough for a few school years." He turned to Griphook. "Back up now please."

Lee directed her and Onyx around Diagon Alley for the rest of the morning. First robes for all three of them-Onyx claimed she might need them some day- then parchment and quills, books, and potions supplies. Finally-

"Wand!" Onyx winced.

"Geez, MOA, not so loud." Wylie glared at her friend for the nickname.

"Giglet."

"WHAT!?" Lee sighed as his companions began arguing good-naturedly. Putting a hand on each one's shoulder, he guided them towards the wand shop. By the time they got there, both had quieted down and were letting Lee show them way. The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders:

Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single, spindly chair. Wylie felt strangely as though she had entered a very strict library; she swallowed a lot of new questions that had just occurred to her and looked instead at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of her neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic. She vaguely noticed that Onyx had gone still at her side

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice. Wylie jumped. An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Hello."

"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Wylie Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand.

Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work." Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Wylie.

"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it — it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."

Mr. Ollivander had come so close that he and Wylie were almost nose to nose. Wylie could see herself reflected in those misty eyes.

"And that's where…"

Mr. Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Wylie's forehead with a long, white finger. Onyx began to make a low growling sound in her throat.

"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly. "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands… well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do…" He spotted Lee, and started speaking eagerly to him about his wand. Wylie slowly looked at Onyx. The daughter of Hecate was glaring daggers at Mr. Ollivander. Wylie put a hand on her shoulder and shook her head slightly. Onyx scowled, but reluctantly relaxed.

"Well, now — Ms. Potter. Let me see." He pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?"

"Er — well, I'm right-handed," said Wylie.

"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Wylie from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round her head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Ms. Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."

Wylie suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between her nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.

"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Ms. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."

Wylie took the wand and waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of her hand almost at once.

"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try —"

Wliey tried — but she had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.

"No, no — here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."

Wylie tried. And tried. She had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.

"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere — I wonder, now — yes, why not — unusual combination — holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

Wylie took the wand. She felt a sudden warmth in her fingers. She raised the wand above her head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. Lee whooped and clapped and Mr. Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well… how curious… how very curious…"

He put Wylie's wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper, still muttering, "Curious… curious…"

"What's curious?"

Mr. Ollivander fixed Wylie with his pale stare.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Ms. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather — just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother — why, its brother gave you that scar." Wylie swallowed.

"Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember… I think we must expect great things from you, Ms. Potter… After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things — terrible, yes, but great."


By the way, 2898 words! Almost five pages!

Okay, here we go. I've been waiting for this. Snape and Wylie's relationship... I'm honestly not quite sure how it will just yet. I know at first, he'll be surprised, if only at her memory. Then things will probably go downhill. Wylie's main motivation for pranking at Hogwarts will be revenge or getting attention for something she feels she's actually done and worked for, which mean lots of pranks. Which is something extremely reminiscent of James. He might come to see the Lily in her later, though.

Wylie is actually a bit more like Harry than you might think, without the tendency towards anger. That has been replaced with impulsiveness. She's obviously much more playful and scheming than his was.

And on that note, I have one more announcement! I am now open to and asking for votes as to what House Wylie should be in. There may or may not be an actual poll on my profile, but please feel absolutely free to vote in the reviews.