A/N: I know small pieces of this chapter will be from the book, but I take no credit that all belongs to J.K. Rowling.

By Wednesday everyone was eager to go to Diagon alley. Molly made sure that everyone had a filling breakfast and the group stood in front of the fireplace. Molly grabbed a flower pot with some gray colored powder in it. "Guests first! After you, Abigail dear!" She offered her the pot. Abby stared at the pot feeling embarrassed.

"She's never traveled by floo powder before mum," said Fred. "Really dear I'm sorry I didn't know. How about you travel together with Fred," said Molly. Fred and Abby stepped into the fire place together. Fred took her hand in his and with the other grabbed a handful of the powder and threw it to the ground. With a roar the fireplace was engulfed in emerald green flames that rose higher than Fred.

"Diagon Alley!" he shouted. The two of them spun past grate after grate. At one-point Abby almost let go, but Fred pulled her closer to him and she couldn't help but smile. Eventually Fred stepped out and pulled Abby with him. She fell, face forward, onto a cold stone floor and felt the bridge of her new glasses snap.

Dizzy and bruised, covered in soot, she got gingerly to her feet. Once she was on her feet the rest of the Weasley family came through one after another. Mrs. Weasley took one look at Abby and dusted her off as the boys were dusting themselves off Hermione ran over to them.

"Abby! Ron!" Hermione ran up to the two and threw her arms around them. "How have you been? What happened to your glasses Abby? Oh, it's wonderful to see you again- Are you heading to Gringotts?" rambled Hermione. The two of them smiled as Hermione released them. "Did you want me to fix your glasses?" Abby nodded, and she pulled out her wand.

"Oculus Reparo"

In a flash of red Abbys glasses were fixed and placed them back on her face. The group headed off to Gringotts. Upon entering Abby caught sight of Petunia and Daphne changing out money. "Petunia!" she shouted. Petunia looked up and smiled. Abby ran up to her aunt and hugged her. "I didn't know you were going to be here today." "Well Mr. and Mrs. Granger phoned me and told me everyone would be here." She said. "What are you doing?" "Well I am opening a new vault for Daphne since she has been disowned she no longer has access to the Greengrass vault," sighed Petunia. Abby understood that this would take a toll on her aunt financially, so she walked up to the goblin and put her key on the counter "I would like to make a transfer to another vault from my account," said Abby confidently.

The goblin looked over the counter at her. "And where would Miss Potter like to transfer it to?" questioned the goblin that Abby recognized as Griphook. "I would like to transfer one hundred thousand galleons each to the vaults of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Weasley anonymously and to Miss Daphne Greengrass," said Abby. "Abby no you can't. That's too much," said Daphne. Abby turned to Daphne and smile. "Daphne you are like family and family takes care of each other. I'm glad to do it for you."

At this point Daphne was crying and threw her arms around Abby to hug her. Unknown to Abby, Daphne was afraid she wouldn't be able to afford her books this year and her generosity made her day. The goblin cleared his throat. "Miss Potter the transfers are complete will there be anything else?" asked Griphook. "I just need to visit my vault as well if that is possible please." He nodded and sent her over to the Weasleys to wait for a goblin to take them to their vaults.

They traveled down to the Weasleys vault first. When the door opened Abby smiled at their shocked faces. "What is this?" asked Arthur. "An anonymous donation was made to your vault earlier today. They had strict instructions that you were not to return the money and they wished to remain unknown," said the goblin. Mrs. Weasley started to cry as did the other Weasleys. Abby was sure now that they had never seen that much money in their vault ever. After they grabbed some handfuls of galleons the group headed over to the Potter vault. Quickly Abby put a handful or two in her bag and headed back to the top.

Back outside Mrs. Weasley gave each of her children some spending money. All of them smiled which made Abby smile. Ron, Hermione, Daphne, and Dudley went to pick get quills and parchment while the George went with their friend Lee Jordan and the grownups went to get the books. Fred and Abby were walking behind George and Lee heading to the Quidditch shop. "So, Abs there is only one person I know of that would give us that much money. Tell me did you do it as charity?" asked Fred. "No, I did it because I care. Call it a feeling, but I think your mom and dad will be around to care for me for a long time," she said smiling. As they grabbed what they needed they left and ran into the others. Ron wanted to stop in the Quidditch shop to buy some care supplies for his Nimbus so the four waited for them. "Ron speaking of quidditch do you think you'll stay on the Gryffindor team or join Blackstark if they have a team this year?" asked Hermione.

Ron stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes widened as if a realization hit. "I never thought about that Hermione." Ron bought what he needed, and everyone headed over to Flourish and Blotts. Upon arrival they saw a huge crowd and had to squeeze into the shop. Carefully they looked for their families and found them halfway up the line.

"Oh, there you are, good," said Mrs. Weasley. She sounded breathless and kept patting her hair. "We'll be able to see Gilderoy Lockhart in a minute. . .." Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a table surrounded by large pictures of his own face, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd.

A short, irritable-looking man was dancing around taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash. "Out of the way, there," he snarled at Ron, moving back to get a better shot. "This is for the Daily Prophet —" "Big deal," said Ron, rubbing his foot where the photographer had stepped on it. Gilderoy Lockhart heard him. He looked up. He saw Ron —and then he saw Abby. He stared. Then he leapt to his feet and positively shouted, "It can't be Abigail Potter?"

The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Abbys' arm, and pulled her to the front. The crowd burst into applause. Abbys' face burned as Lockhart shook her hand for the photographer, who was clicking away madly, wafting thick smoke over the Weasleys. "Nice big smile, Abigail," said Lockhart, through his own gleaming teeth. "Together, you and I are worth the front page."

When he finally let go of Abbys' hand, she could hardly feel her fingers. She snuck back to where her Aunt was and hid behind her. She didn't want to deal that man ever again. Once the books were paid for the group was heading out when she was stopped by a man "Well, well, well if it isn't the famous Abigail Potter herself," said the man.

Abby looked up and saw a man with platinum blonde hair and steel gray eyes. If Draco were older Abby was sure he would look like this man. Just then Arthur came forward. "Mr. Malfoy I would appreciate it if you stepped aside so we may pass," said Mr. Weasley icily. "Arthur how ever did you pay for these books? You and Molly must have to go hungry for a month," sneered Malfoy. Mr. Malfoy had picked up a book that was in Ginnys' cauldron before dropping it back in.

Abby couldn't take it anymore. If there was one thing she didn't stand for was her friends and families being insulted. One moment Mr. Malfoy was sneering the next he was on the ground holding his face. Abby had jumped and punched him. When her hand connected she heard a crack but was too angry to care. Just then Draco came down the stair of the bookstore to see his father on the floor and Abby breathing heavy standing over him. Looking between the two he could only figure what had happened.

"Well Miss Potter I see you inherited your fathers' irritating habit of defending people. I just hope you don't meet the same end as them." "I would rather have his irritating habit than not Mr. Malfoy. As it seems you have an irritating habit of insulting people." Mr. Malfoy righted himself and took Draco with him who gave a glance back to see Abby holding her hand and smiled sadly.

The group traveled back to the Leaky cauldron where Molly fixed Abbys' hand while Petunia held her as she cried in pain. The punch she had dealt Malfoy broke her hand. After everything was done everyone said their good-byes promising to see each other on the train. The Weasleys and Abby headed back to The Burrow and the rest headed back into London to go home.