Disclaimer: Just because I'm a poor college student does not mean I'm going out of my way to steal other people's intellectual property to make a profit from it. In other words: NOT MINE!

Author's Note: If it feels like it's taking a long time for this story to take off, my apologies. I want Toby's journey as a character to be more important than the fact that she's joining the Harry Potter world.

Author's Note 2: Just to make sure there's no confusion, Toby is 13.

The months after receiving Molly's letter passed quickly and uneventfully for Toby. People still avoided her like the plague, but she didn't care so much anymore. She had exchanged a few letters with Molly. All of them had mostly been Molly asking Toby about things like Io, activities she enjoyed and foods she liked, and Toby would send her answers and ask her own questions about Molly's children, the house, and Hogwarts. She had to admit to herself that she was actually becoming excited about moving to England.

Before Toby knew it, the end of the school year rolled around in mid-May, and Toby was on her way back to Wisconsin on the train. This was something she was not looking forward to. The station is where Joe had snatched her. He had hidden in the shadows and grabbed her and took her away before anyone had realized what happened. Now, stepping onto the platform, Toby felt panic well inside of her. Her heart started to race and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Io started to whine at her feet. She sat down on a nearby bench just as her grandparents came rushing towards her.

"Toby! Toby, are you all right?" Grandma Donato sat down next to her, stroking her hair and trying to calm her down.

"Just give me a minute," she choked out between gasps.

He's not here. He's six feet in the ground in Nevada. No one is here who wants to hurt you. Just take deep breaths. She slowly coached her heart and her breathing down to a more manageable rate.

Her grandparents sent each other a worried glance. "Toby?" her grandfather asked tentatively.

She took a deep breath, "I'm OK. Really. Can we go?"

"Sure. I didn't park too far away," her grandpa said.

As they drove home to Oshkosh, Grandpa Donato tried to ease some of the tension in the car.

"So, Toby, let's make a list of all things you need to have done before you leave for London on June 19th."

"Well, let's see. I have to pack my things, apply for a wizard passport and a visa, pack away Mom and Dad's things, make sure Io's things are in order, and sell the house."

"You want to sell the house?"

"I'm not gonna need it all the way in England. If I come back to visit I'll probably be staying with you, and if I move back after graduating I want my own place. I don't think I could live in that house after all that's happened."

Her grandpa nodded. "So, now that you've had some time to think about things, how do you feel about moving?"

"I'm ok with it. I'll miss you guys a lot though," she answered.

"We'll miss you too. How do you think Io feels about moving?"

Toby looked at her dog whose head was in her lap. Io looked up at her with an indifferent look in her eyes, and Toby couldn't help but let out a chuckle, "Honestly, I think that as long as she has food and space to run around, she'll be fine. We'll both be fine."

Toby spent the next three weeks scrambling to get everything set before she took an international portkey to London. So far, she packed away everything in her house that had sentimental value and put it in a personal storage unit, packed her things that she needed for the move, and she'd gotten her passport and visa. The only thing left was her parents' house. It had been on the market now for two weeks, and nobody seemed interested. Toby was hoping that she would at least get an offer before leaving. It didn't seem likely at that point and she was starting to worry.

In the midst of all the stress, Toby was starting to have weird dreams. She couldn't really call them nightmares, but they left her unsettled when she woke up. For example, one night she dreamt that she had witnessed the harvesting of Joe's organs after the healers took him off life support. The healer had looked at her, smiling, and had said "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have gotten these". What's that supposed to mean? she had thought. She blamed it on the stress.

To make matters even more difficult, three days before she was scheduled to leave, she received another letter from Molly saying Arthur won a money drawing from their wizard newspaper and they were going to Egypt the day after she was to arrive there and they would be staying for two weeks. Toby wanted to go. She really did, but she wasn't too keen on going on a "family" vacation with a family that wasn't really hers. There was also the matter of selling the house. It was with a heavy heart that she had to tell Molly she wouldn't be able to go.

It wasn't until another week and a half when Toby finally got an offer for the house. She felt so relieved to not have to worry about it anymore. She had a good four days to relax before leaving.

Before she knew it, it was the day of her departure. She had to get up obscenely early that morning. The portkey was scheduled to leave at 5 in the morning, which was 10 o'clock in the morning Weasley time, as she called it. They would pick her up at the Ministry's portkey station, and then they'd floo back to their house, The Burrow. Toby anxiously double checked to make sure she had everything she needed and she checked that Io was in her pet carrier all set to go. She dressed in her favorite light blue jeans, teal tank top and purple Converse Chuck Taylors and put on her dad's Italian horn necklace for good luck.

They drove to the portkey station in silence. Toby was too lost in thought to say anything anyway. When they got to the portkey Toby would be using to go to London, Grandpa Donato handed Toby her going-away present. A new sketchpad and charcoal.

Toby's eyes filled with tears, "Thanks, Grandpa," and she threw her arms around him.

He hugged her tightly, "I want you to sketch anything and everything, and send us a few of them. We are going to miss you so much".

"I'm gonna miss you too," she let go of her grandpa and turned to say goodbye to her grandma.

"I'm gonna miss you, Grandma".

"And I you. Everything will be fine. You'll be in good hands".

"I know, but I still can't help feeling absolutely terrified".

Grandma Donato smiled down at her, "Of course you're scared. You're scared because you're starting something new, but I promise you, it will all work out".

Toby hugged both of her grandparents one last time. With her duffle bag and Io in tow, she approached the portkey, which was an old, ratty handbag. Toby checked her watch; it was 4:59.

Well, here goes nothing she thought as she touched a finger to the broadside of the handbag.

3…2…1…

In a flash, she felt a tugging behind her navel, and she was off to start her new life.

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