Yay! Now I have a reason to continue this fanfic! I got my first reader!

Aprilflowers: hehe, ^^ your find out, thankys

Disclaimer- I am NOT-in any shape, size or form- J.K. Rowling, I own nothing! ^^ Except my OC's and plotline...oh wait...what is my plotline...? Oh yeah! I remember now! i gotta work on that...

Chapter 3

*Natalie's POV*

I rubbed my eyes and noticed the guy wasn't wearing his homeless guy rags anymore, he had a yellow suit on, he had thinning grey hair and pale skin. He was also quite tall, an inch or so taller then that Minerva lady.

"Are you a Sorcerer or something?" I asked.

The man laughed again. "We call it wizards here,"

"So they lady that came to my house was a witch?"

"Did this lady have a firm jaw and looked stern but nice?"

I nodded. "She said her name was Minerva McGonagall..." I trailed. Where had i heard that name before? Oh yeah! On my acceptance letter! "She's Hogwarts Headmistress!" I exclaimed.

The man nodded. "Yes Ms. Sinclare,"

"So who are you really? and why were you in New York?" I asked, wanting to find some answers.

"I'll tell you everything, but I don't think you want to talk in an alleyway?"

I looked around. We were in front of a run down looking building that was in a dark alleyway, they were dark wet puddles and a lot of trash cans. This place stank. I've always wanted to go to Europe. but not exactly these parts. I nodded.

The man led me into 'The Leaky Cauldron.' When we were inside I saw it wasn't rundown at all. The lighting was pretty dim but enough to see by. It wasn't very crowded but I supposed it normally was. It looked like a bar or tavern, something like that. There were many empty tables and chairs. Only a few people sat around, drinking, eating, both, or neither.

"Good afternoon Xenophilius, who do you have with you today?" the man behind the counter asked. He looked a little bored, but his interest piped when we walked in. Anyways...what kind of name was Xenophilius? It was weird...

"Good afternoon to you too, Just working on my muggle-born article, this is Natalie Sinclare of New York,"

"All the way from the states? Surely you just couldn't have found a muggle-born in London?"

"Alas, there seems to be a decrease..."

"What a pity..."

We sat down at one of the tables. I looked around, confused and fascinated.

"Do you want anything?" Xenophilius asked me.

I shook my head. I wasn't really hungry or anything.

"Well first, I am Xenophilius Lovegood, editor and author of the Quibbler, have you heard of it not?"

I shook my head, haven't the faintest clue of what he just said.

He laughed. "Of course you wouldn't, I'm just teasing, anyways, I'm doing an article on muggle-borns-wizards and witches whose parents do not possess magic- I wonder...how do Hogwarts pick out muggle-borns? and how do they convince their parents to let them come? And Lastly, the most important, if their family never possessed magic, why do they? I'm not anti-muggle-born or anything, I'm just curious," Mr. Lovegood explained. Lovegood was a funny name as well, haha.

"Well don't ask me, I'm just learning about all of this," I said.

"Indeed, my second question I have found an answer already by your help, the headmistress-or master- goes to them...I still have a lot of answers to figure out still..." he trailed, lost in thought.

"Ahem?" I coughed.

He looked up, a little puzzled. "Wha-Oh! Right. We need to get you to school by September first, we better get going to Diagon's alley," Mr. Lovegood said standing up.

He walked to a small closet in the back of the main room and I followed. We entered the small room and he closed the door behind us. I looked around, the room was empty, we faced a grey, stone wall. Mr. Lovegood walked up to the wall and pulled out his stick.

"My wand," he said to me before tapping a few bricks. I didn't really pay attention to the order, I was kind of focused on something else.

A huge entrance way was forming in the middle of the wall. It grew wide and tall into an archway.

"We have to go to Gringots Bank first, do you have your own bank account in the muggle world? We can exchange your muggle money for wizard money and set you up a vault," Mr. Lovegood explained.

"I do," I told him.

He nodded as we walked straight forward to the hugest building in 'Diagon's alley.' We walked up the stone steps and entered a building full of...Goblins! I looked around, they looked like bankers...mean, grumpy bankers. Well what do you expect? When magic, wizards, and witches exist surely other mythical creatures have to as well. Oh! Maybe Dragons exist too!! Awesome!

"Are dragons real?!?" I asked.

"Yes, I would recommend you not to go to Romania," Mr. Lovegood answered me.

Oh, they weren't nice like in Eragon series or whatever it was called. They were like the dragons in those stupid fairy tales. Maybe Unicorns are nice...if they are real, Unicorns can't be evil.

Mr. Lovegood went up to the head goblin-or he appeared to be the head goblin-and spoke to him. I just looked around amazed, not really paying attention. The Goblin looked down at me and nodded and typed a few things into his computer. (They had an upgrade, lol...sorry for the authors note in the middle of the chapter!)

The Goblin hopped off his chair and walked over to a door on the far side of the bank. "Come on," he said gruffly.

"Go on," Mr. Lovegood said giving me a slight push.

I ran to the goblin and followed him through the dark, eerie hallways of the wizards bank, my shoes slapping against the hard, dirty stones.

The goblin stopped in front of a silver colored vault. "I'm sorry if we messed up your amount, were trying a new system for muggle-borns, magic and computers, neh," he said muttering the last part to himself.

I nodded as he unlocked the door. I walked in. There were small piles of gold, silver, and bronze coins all over. I wonder, in the the wizard world, did this make me rich or poor?

I picked up two handfuls of gold, silver, and bronze coins that the Goblin told me were called Galleons,sickles, and knuts. Strange names for money.

I followed him out made my way outside of the bank. I caught a glimpse of Mr. Lovegood in a shop by the window. I ran over there, he drank something called a 'butterbeer.' Strange...

"Hey Natalie, could you handle shopping by yourself? All this tires an old man like myself, find me when your done and I'll take you to Kings Cross Station, I didn't realize how late in the month it was," he said.

Before I could answer he disappeared in the crowd of the shop. "Sure?" I mumbled walking out. I made my way to a shop called 'Olivanders.'

I walked in and looked around. It was a wand shop. I did need a wand, it would be best to get that first, I guess.

But where was the store manager? I walked over to the counter and rested my arms on the counter. "Hello?" I called out.

No one answered. I waited a few minutes, still no answer. I was getting a little annoyed. Maybe it was self buying or something?

I walked through a door and to the wall covered in rows of boxes. I pulled one out and opened it. I pulled out a short, thick brown wand. I waved it around grinning when BOOM! the part of the store around me collapsed, piling me under boxes of wands and shelves.

Just then an ancient looking man scrambled out of a back room. He had really wrinkly skin and white, messy hair. His eyes were old, like they have seen to much, but they showed that he was nice, if not flickered with anger.

"What are you doing to my store!?" he asked, enraged.

I scrambled out from under the boxes and knelt, clutching the brown wand. I dropped it. "I-"

"Muggle-born?"

I nodded.

He sighed. "I'm Olivander, wand maker, second best in Europe-- let's get you a wand," he said helping me up. I walked back to in front of the counter, Olivander behind.

"Well we know that one doesn't suit you, the wand chooses the wizard, not the other way around," Olivander said turning around to face the shelves.

"But I'm not a wizard, I'm a girl, I would be a witch" I pointed out.

Olivander shrugged. "The saying still works does it not? Ah," he said pulling out a long, slender, black wand. He turned around and handed it to me.

I waved it around in a circle. A sonic blast in the form of a circle blast forward and hit the shelves, causing them to fall.

"Not that one!" Olivander said snatching it away from me.

He picked another one up and handed it to me.

With a flick of my wrist the light on the counter exploded, glass flying everywhere.

I squeezed my eyes shut, i felt Olivander taking the wand from me and handing me another.

--

I had been there a while and we still hadn't gotten me a wand. We must have gone through all the wands in his shop.

"There must be a mistake or something, I'm sorry--oh, maybe this one..." Olivander said pulling a almost clear but cloudy slender, average length wand to me. It was pretty.

"Unicorn hair, dragons skin and a single phinox feather," he informed me, a hopeful expression on his face.

I nodded and took it as he handed it to me. I waved it around in a circle, I like that motion. A ring of fire appeared. Olivander winced, but it looked different, a healing fire, not a destructive one. Then the fire changed to a flash of white light.

"That's the one," Olivander breathed.

I nodded and put it in my pocket after paying him for it.

I left the shop and looked at my list. One item down, a bunch more to go.

--

I left the animal shop, pushing my now full trolley out on to the paved stone road. I don't know why they call carts trolleys, English people are strange. No offense intended. I had all of my school supplies and I just bought an Owl. The man there said they brought mail back and forth between people. My owl was really pretty, it was all white and had a cute little pink spot on one of it's wings. It was small, a snowy owl or something I think it was called.

I was heading back to the shop where I last Mr. Lovegood when a shop caught my eye. It looked like a prank shop or something. I walked in and it was bustling with people. There were a bunch of items that my jokester of s brother Ryan would love to get. There were things that made you puke, nose bleed, and such. Then there were these candie spray things that girls were crowded around, their ages ranged from about my age to seventeen. I rolled my eyes, something about love potions, that crap. I could probably use some of this stuff..eh..maybe later. I walked back to the shop where Mr. lovegood was. He was waiting outside the shop.

"Ready to go to Kings Cross Station?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I guess," I was ready as I'll ever be.

We apperated to a train station. This time I didn't throw up.

"Go to platform 9 and 3/4, and be quick, you have 2 minutes until ten" he said before apperating away.

I sighed, wondering what he possibly could mean.

--

I walked around and saw two teenage girls standing by a platform.

"Are you ready?" One asked.

"You go first," the other said.

The first girl nodded and ran at the brick wall.

I winced, but she went through! My eyes widened as I ran to the second girl. "How did she do that?" I asked.

The girl looked at me confused. "Oh," she said looking around. "First year muggle-born?"

I nodded.

She sighed. "My name's Elizabeth, my friend's name is Emma, were fifth years, here, you can run onto the platform with me,"

I slowly walked next to her as we broke into a run, crashing right through the brick wall between platform nine and ten.

We emerged in a new train station, platform 9 and 3/4.

"Who did you bring along Liz?" the girl who I presumed was Emma asked.

"First year muggle-born," Lizzy said.

Emma nodded to me as they walked to the train. I followed them as they entered a compartment.

"Were sitting with our friends and the prefects-your find what that is later- I'm sure there's a seat somewhere in the back," Lizzy said to me.

I nodded, wringing out my wet reddish-brown hair. I now lugged my school trunk to the back of the train. The last compartment wasn't full. I slid the door open and it hit the wall with a crash. I saw three kids in the seats. There was a blond boy, a redhead girl with freckles, and a black haired girl, his green eyes wide in his glasses.

"May I sit here? There's no more seats..." I trailed.

"Sure," the redhead girl said.

"Thanks," I said putting my trunk above the seat, latching the door closed.

I sat in the same green seat a little ways away from the blond boy that was staring out the window. The other boy and the girl sat in the seat across from us.

"Hi, I'm Rose, this is Albus, are you a first year as well?" the redhead girl said. She had cute little red curls.

"Yeah...I trailed. "I'm muggle-born...Natalie,"

^^ Finished! Hopefully this gets more readers as the chapters get more interesting! ^.~