As soon as the professor had explained that she would be taking Rebecca to get her school supplies she had rushed upstairs to get ready. She doubted she would need muggle money to buy her school supplies, not that she had any money anyway. She grabbed an old, slightly tattered, dark blue rucksack before rushing back down the stairs just as quickly. She saw the professor standing patiently in the hallway by the bottom of the stairs. Rebecca gave her an eager smile as she reached her side.

"Now, to get to Diagon Alley we are going to apperate." The professor said.

"Apperate?" Rebecca asked curiously.

"In short, I'm going to make us, what do muggles call it, teleport, I think." The professor explained, "We're going to disappear and reappear somewhere else." She clarified, just in case she had used the wrong word.

"Oh, um…Okay" Rebecca smiled at the idea, she remembered wondering as a child whether it would be possible to teleport from one place to another.

"You might feel a little funny after we apperate." Explained the professor. Rebecca nodded her head in understanding and smiled at the professor once again to show that she was ready.

"Please take my hand." The professor offered her right hand to Rebecca who took quickly.

There was a pulling, squeezing sensation all over. Rebecca felt as though she was being shoved through a hamster tube that was just a little too tight for her to fit through. It was lucky that Minerva had strong grip on her hand, otherwise Rebecca would have toppled over and fallen to the ground when they landed in a small alcove in a wall, just off to the side of the bustling centre street of Diagon Alley. Rebecca felt slightly queasy for a moment and felt as though she were going to being sick. However after standing still for a moment, once the professor had steadied her, with her eyes closed the feeling passed.

Minerva smiled at her "Not many people are so fortunate when they first travel; most end up being sick."

Rebecca returned a weak smile, not really sure how to reply to that. However the moment was soon forgotten as she paid attention to the street for the first time. Shoppers were everywhere, but they weren't the kind Rebecca was used to. Witches and wizards bustled up and down the street wearing long pointed hats and robes of almost every colour. In fact Rebecca though there probably was every colour of the rainbow present. The next thing she noticed were the shops. Several of them, no, in fact, all of them sold things that Rebecca thought weren't possible to buy. Rebecca could hear a women muttering to herself as she came out an apothecary's complaining about the price of dragon liver. The next shop that caught her eye was Eeylops Owl Emporium. There were all different types of owls in the shop window and from what she could see many more inside. Rebecca thought that the Barn and Snowy owls were rather beautiful.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley." Minerva said to Rebecca, who was smiling the most Minerva had seen since she first saw her. Minerva gently took Rebecca's hand, who jumped at the contact because she had been too busy trying to take everything in. They started through the crowd. Rebecca stayed close to the professor, not used to big crowds and not wanting to get lost. She held the professor's hand a little tighter when she was bumped into by a wizard passing by.

As her eyes were scanning the crowd up ahead of them and Rebecca suddenly noticed the huge man that was walking toward them. He was wearing a great moleskin coat and had big black bushy hair that stopped at his shoulders and a big beard of the same colour that seemed to blend into his hair. Walking next to him was a boy of similar height to Rebecca. He had messy black hair that was all over the place, green eyes, which were framed by round glasses held together by Selloptape. The boy was wearing clothes that looked faded and worn and were obviously too big for him. The huge man looked ridiculously tall in height stood next to the small boy. They left the centre of the path and made their way over to a shop by the name of Ollivanders. Rebecca was unable to see them after that because the professor gave a small tug on her hand to make sure she was keeping up.

They soon slowed when they got to a tall white building that sat in-between the separating of the main street of Diagon Alley.

"This is Gringotts, a bank for witches and wizards. We shall be getting out some money from Hogwarts funds, for children like yourself." Minerva said as they reached the stone steps.

Outside the building at its entrance stood a small creature that had human-like features. It was shorter than Rebecca by just under a head and was wearing a uniform of red and gold.

"And that's a goblin." Minerva bent a little to whisper in Rebecca's ear.

Rebecca noted the long pointy feet and hands that the goblin had and the beard that almost touched the floor as it bowed them through the door. They then came across a second pair of silver doors that had 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.

A chill went down Rebecca's spine as she read the words. She was glad that Professor McGonagall had a hold of her hand; it made her feel safer when they walked into a room that was like an office. There were goblins sat down at two rows of desks that ran the length of the building to the front doors, and created a walkway down the middle. Some of the goblins were counting wizards money, while others appeared to be doing paper work of some kind and stamping the papers before stacking them on a different pile.

"Good Morning," Minerva said to a free goblin that didn't appear to be busy. "We are here to take out some money from the Hogwarts safe."

The goblin looked at Minerva and said "Do you have a key, Professor?"

"Indeed I do." Came her reply and she pulled out a small golden key from within a deep pocket of her robes. She gave the goblin the key. He examined it for a moment.

"Very well then." Said the goblin "Griphook!"

Another goblin came toward us and motioned for us to follow him. He led us to one of the doors that led off of the main hall. He held the door open and the professor thanked him as we went through. Rebecca was surprised that the door led to some small passageways that were made of bare rock of some kind. There were tracks that ran from a passage off to the right and another off to the left. It looked somewhat like a miniature railway station, only much gloomier. Griphook whistled and a cart came hurtling from the passage on the right and stooped in front of them. They all climbed into the cart. Rebecca only hesitated a little but felt reassured when Minerva smiled at her.

It was one thing to be on a fast moving roller coaster but it was something completely different to be on a fast moving cart that seemed to look like it was going to crash every couple of seconds. It is also not very helpful if the speed of the moving cart was unexpected, and Rebecca, who had never been on a roller coaster before, definitely did not expect it. The second the cart had left and her brain caught up, she had grabbed hold of Minerva's elbow for dear life and sat rigid in her seat holding tight. Minerva looked to Rebecca and saw the fright within her green eyes that looked like saucers, and again she couldn't help that strange feeling from filling her. She felt as though she should comfort the poor girl. She pulled her elbow free and grabbed hold of Rebecca's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Rebecca gave her a tight smile in thanks, which looked more like a grimace.

Once Minerva had grabbed the money they needed from the vault they sat once again back in the cart. Rebecca this time was ready for the speed and the crazy route of tracks they had taken. She did however brace herself against the cart before it took off again. Rebecca didn't look so pale once they were outside again and in the open air. They continued shopping for the rest of Rebecca's school supplies and brought all of the required items on the list, except her wand, which Minerva had left to last on purpose.

She held open the door for Rebecca who stepped inside the shop. A bell rung above their heads as they entered. Rebecca frowned slightly as no one immediately came to the front of the shop, but didn't question it. Instead she took to letting her eyes wonder about the place. There were small piles of discarded wands here and there. However what took Rebecca's attention the most were the shelves that lined the walls of the shop, save the front window. Each was crammed full to the top of each section with smallish boxes. Rebecca was in absolute awe and didn't notice the small ageing man who appeared at the front desk. She jumped when he greeted them.

"Good morning Professor McGonagall." He said, "Or should it be good noon?" Then upon looking at a small pocket watch he announced that indeed it was still morning, but only just.

"And who might this be that you have with you?" He asked politely.

"This is Rebecca Jefferson," The professor told the kindly looking man. She then turned to me, "And this is Mr Olivander, Rebecca, the best wand maker in Diagon Alley."

Rebecca said a very quiet hello and looked at the floor afterwards. The professor put an encouraging hand on Rebecca's shoulder.

"Right, let us get to it then." Mr Olivander smiled kindly at Rebecca.

Rebecca sighed sadly after Mr Olivander took away yet another wand she tried. She was beginning to think that she wasn't magical at all and the professor had got the wrong person somehow. Mr Olivander placed the wand onto the slowly increasing pile of wands. He saw the disheartened look on Rebecca's face and said,

"Don't worry, dear. Nothing like a tricky customer." He smiled broadly as Rebecca looked at him as if he were mad. Rebecca supposed he probably was judging by the glint he got on his eye when mentioning 'a tricky customer'. He then continued, "I had one in earlier, a Mr Harry Potter."

Professor McGonagall smiled at the mention of the name, and Rebecca supposed that she knew him. Rebecca not understanding the importance of that name, smiled politely at Mr Olivander as he went off again searching for a different wand.

He reached the very back of an isle that looked like it hadn't been touched in years. He brushed away some of the dusk and looked at the boxes in concentration. After looking for a good few minutes he came back with a box in hand. He eyed Rebecca curiously, while murmuring under his breath to himself, so quietly that even Minerva couldn't catch what he was saying, even with her heightened sense of hearing.

He opened the box and presented the wand to Rebecca, who carefully took it from the box. She held out in front of her and gave it a wave. She nearly dropped the wand when sparks of red and gold came shooting out the end. The professor gave her a small round of applause, as Mr Olivander gave her grin.

"It is curious that a wand should choose its owner Miss Jefferson," He said to her, "for whatever reason it may be, and I do not think yours picked its guardian merely by coincidence."

Rebecca frowned in confusion and so did Minerva as well. Mr Olivander looked between the two for a good while and then smiled at Rebecca.

"11 and a half inches, Pine and phoenix feather. A reliable wand I dare say." He told them of the make of wand, "Also a wand, which I have found hard to place for many years. Though trust you will be perfect for it. 8 galleons if you please."

Minerva stared at him for a while, "Only eight?"

"Indeed only eight. Young Miss Jefferson here surly is something of a mystery to me." Then he looked Minerva dead in the eyes. "It's like watching again the selling of your wand but it being not quite you, rather more someone close to you."

Minerva frowned at his words but stared back all the same, trying to get just a hint as to what it was he was inferring. She knew that Mr Olivander was often one for giving people hints about things to come or the things that are. However what he said made no sense at all to Minerva, and it was quite obvious that it was intended for her. She pursed her lips as she didn't know how to reply, or rather what to reply with.

Instead she picked out eight galleons from the small money bag and handed them to Mr Olivander. As she did so he whispered under his breath loud enough for only her to hear, "Let's hope she doesn't take to your mischievous tendencies, or your temper."

She pulled back rather shocked and confused to see him smiling at her kindly. She looked to Rebecca rather confused by his words. Then her eyes widened slightly as she realised what he was telling her, but that was no way possible. She was dead. This was simply a girl who happened to share her name.

She pursed her lips at him in a disapproving manor and gave him a tight thank you as she beckoned for Rebecca to follow her from the shop. Rebecca unbeknownst to the small conversation that had happened waved a shy goodbye to Mr Olivander as they left, smiling as she put her new wand in her bag for safe keeping.

A/N:

Sorry for not updating sooner. Hopefully that will be the longest time I ever leave a story without updating.