I'm here~! HIYAH hIYA~~~~! Hiya! Seems like I've taken a liking for that word.

Anyways, enjoy.

p.s i haven't used the proofreading program on this yet

Dumbledore whisked us both to Cokeworth in a blink of an eye with a 'Pop!' After I recovered from the dizziness, I saw my family huddled together with various expressions on their face. Lily's was the most comical. I let go of Dumbledore hand and reached out to Lily, and she immediately ran to me. When I held her, I could smell her shampoo. It smelled of lilies.

"I'm back!"

"Tuny!"

Her silvery laugh greeted me. Our parents stood next to us and looked at Dumbledore suspiciously. I couldn't blame them. He was a strange man.

Dumbledore greeted them like a natural in his unnatural fashion. His peculiarity along with his twinkling eyes made them loosen up. Within minutes, they were listening to him intently like a pair of start-struck students.

He plainly explained how I was a witch, that he was the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and briefly demonstrated some magic, and our parents were thrilled as expected.

I felt uneasy for I believed I was taking away Lily's special moment, but Lily was simply thrilled that she would be attending the same school as I and that she was right that I was a witch. I didn't know what to feel that the emphasis of her victorious glee was on the latter.

Slightly heavy with guilt, I went to buy my school supplies with my family on the weekend as per scheduled as that was when father was free. Dumbledore helped us find and get on the Knight Bus, handed us a map of moving pictures, and vanished to see another new student.

The ride was bumpy, but - thank the gods - we arrived early. When we got to Charring Cross, Lily and I 'saw' the Leaky Cauldron between a bookstore and an old record shop as Dumbledore's map showed. Our parents seemed too dazed to notice it, though. We pulled them to the old and dusty building. When we entered I handed Tom Dumbledore's note. He scanned it and looked at us. I met his eyes.

"…Hello?"

"Ah, yes. Of course."

He grumbled but guided us to the back of the pub where the entrance to Diagon Alley was, and briefly introduced himself as Tom.

"Stand back. And you two, watch carefully."

He used his stick to tap three times. The bricks magically came alive, relocated themselves, and made a hole - an entrance - big enough for all of us. As soon as the door opened, Tom nodded at us and went back to his pub, leaving me with two gaping parents and a sister.

"Oh. My. Word!"

They kept remarking about the marvel of the foreign and - for the lack of choice of words - magical scenery, and although it did seem childish on some occasions I could understand them. After all, it was not everyday you could see witches and wizards in their colourful robes, swirling buildings, and owls of various shape and sizes swooping here and there. There was a certain air of adventure to this place.

Even I, who had went through so many lives, found Diagon Alley enthralling, and kept lurking and eyeing at stores and their displays. The first to recover from the marvel of the place was - of course - mother.

"Oh my, we should get going! At this rate we won't get home for supper. Let's get your stuff, Petunia."

"Yes, of course! Tuny, show us the map and list, will you?"

Taking the piece of paper, they started to check the list of school equipment. Mother gulped after one look at the long list, while father looked around to see if any stores were nearby.

"At least they tell us what to do first. Let's see…"

"There. We need to exchange money first."

"Of course."

We exchanged at Gringotts. Father was initially quite shaken at the goblins' appearance but soon got over it, and bombarded them with questions, and not surprisingly the goblins became very annoyed. Muggles! Our guide had muttered under his breath. But he was friendly enough to still answered every question we had, which was a pleasant surprise.

As we headed to Flourish and Blotts to buy my books, Lily and I indulged ourselves with the fascinating displays. After we got the books, we went to Madam Malkin's to get my robes. Then we went for ice-cream. We both got big cones of strawberry ice-cream with peanut toppings. While I quietly helped myself with ice-cream, Lily kept chattering about how wonderful the alley was, and that she looked forward to next year when she would buy for her first year.

Since it was the only was to stay in contact, our parents decided to get an owl. There were many shops that provided with various pets. In one shop there was a cat that kept purring and it rubbed its head on my hand. I really didn't want to leave that shop.

Finally we arrived at Eeylop's Owl Emporium. As we scoured around to find a suitable owl, I spotted a little puff of pink. I turned around but Lily saw the little thing as grabbed my hand and pulled me towards it.

"Tuny, look! It's pink!"

"Oh the horror…"

"What?"

"Oh, it's quite the wonder."

Lily still firmly believed that I liked pink, and I hadn't figured a way to convince her otherwise.

"But, I…er, don't really want that stupid, whatever, that one….I p, prefer this!"

"Hm? Which one?"

I grabbed whatever was within my grasp. It was a tawny owl that was at least five times the size of an average owl. Oh god….my eyes widened in shock, but Lily clapped her hands in glee and commented on how I had impeccable taste.

The shopkeeper gave us a special discount as no one was willing to take that owl. The owl was just that huge. I eyed the colossal owl in its cage nervously, while the owl seemed happy that it finally got an owner and bumped at me in its cage.

"….If this bird ever charges into me mid-flight, I am going to be hospitalized for sure."

"Tuny, Tuny, what are you going to name him?"

"Hm…"

To be honest, I immediately thought of naming it Dursely or Dudley, but I set that thought aside. It would be cruelty to name the bird with those names.

"Large. I'll go with Large."

"Large? As in…large?"

"Yes."

Everyone besides me laughed. As Lily wiped a tear, she grinned at me and the owl.

"Promise me you'll write everyday, okay?"

"I'll try."

I answered her honestly, and she was already droopy.

"I'm probably going to be very busy with school and homework. I might get too busy and tired to write everyday. Sorry, Lily."

"…..Oh no! Wait a bit. Mum! Dad!"

Lily dashed towards the counter and grabbed our parents by their sleeves.

"Can I have an owl, too? Please?! You don't have to buy me a birthday present this year or next year! Please, please!"

"Lily!"

Our parents tried to reason with Lily, but they became nonplussed when they saw Lily's watery eyes. She even started to stutter from her overwhelming emotions.

"Lily, there's no need for two owls in our family…and there's always better pets like a cat or a bejeweled turtle. Another owl might be a waste."

"But..but I want to be with you! And, and, and with you at school all I have left are letters! You don't have do answer if you don't want to! I'll just send you a letter everyday! I'll be going to school next year too, and….I'm going to send a lot of letter home anyways and —"

"Hm..Lily, calm down…"

Of course, mother and father were uneasy about spending more money. They had spent plenty on my books and robes, of course they'd be unwilling to spend more on a pet. I had no choice on this matter. I reached for my pocket.

"Choose one."

"…Tuny?"

"I'll buy it, mother. I'll just think of it as Lily's early birthday present."

"Are you sure, Tuny? Those owls are quite expensive."

"It's fine."

I didn't have much desire for dolls or children makeup-kits like my fellow girls, so it had been easy to gather a considerable amount of money. It was supposed to be used as future investment, but I suppose using it for Lily counted as future investment anyways. Three years worth of pocket-money, and a bit of more from our parents were enough to buy one more owl.

"Are you really sure about this, Tuny?"

"Well if you don't want it — "

"No, no! Of course I want one!"

"Which one?"

"This!"

She pointed at the ugly pink ball of fluff for a owl we saw before. I hesitated for a moment. Did she really want to buy that owl? Really? And was I willing to spend money on that?Sensing my hesitation, Lily latched onto my arm and begged, and of course I gave in.

"Tuny, Tuny, Tuny~~~! I really want that owl! Look at it! Look at its colour! And its the only one of its kind! Look how cute and pretty it is! Right, right, Tuny?"

"No."

"Tuny~just this once!"

Lily's favorite colour was a burning shade of red. I knew just why she picked that pink ball of terror.

"Lily…I am not going to answer more often just because you have a pink owl."

"aK! hOW did you know?"

"….I just did."

One did not have to be a Legilimens to read Lily. She was practically an open-book. No amount of coaxing changed Lily's mind. We exited the shop with an extra bag of owl treats, and Lily trotted along besides me holding a cage with a small puffy pink owl in it.

0

The old shop looked like it could collapse any second. Despite that I quickly became fond of the old but warm air of the shop. Mr. Ollivander muttering to himself as he danced around the shelves when I entered. I shrugged at the sight. I was a Muggle who got to go to Hogwarts. My very existence was absurd. Some weird quirk was seemed nothing compare to that.

"Sir, I'm here for my wand."

After about a hundred wands, I asked if it was possible for there to be no wand fit for me. Mr. Ollivander very firmly said that it was impossible.

"Wait! I've got it!"

And he stomped further into his shop. As I waited alone, I eyed the opened boxes and wrapping papers. I had insisted on coming here alone. I wanted at least Lily to have one new experience of her own when it was her time to come here. Everyone had gave up after my persistence, and now the rest of my family were waiting at a strange tea shop.

"How peculiar. How very peculiar. How about this? Ash, unicorn hair, nine inches. She is more light and sturdier than her fellow ash wood wands."

He handed me a wand from a box that seemed relatively new. The wand had a vine-like design on its handle. I immediately took a liking to its strong and sophisticated look. As soon as I held out my hand, it jumped into my grasp and practically glued itself there. I felt a sense of security with the wand in my hand; it was like a piece of my soul had returned. I twirled it in the air, and sparks of various colours erupted like fireworks from the tip of my wand.

"Wow…"

"Indeed, quite a sight, isn't it?"

He pushed his glasses into place and smiled. He seemed content, but his eyes seemed a bit misty.

"One thing I must tell you, my dear, is that this wand has a limited lifespan. Very peculiar, isn't it? This little one is obstinate and loyal to a fault, so I thought she will never meet her match…Be careful not to let it get into any other's hand, child. That will be seven galleons."

Despite what Mr. Ollivander said, I could tell. It was not the wand that had a limited lifespan. I looked at the wand in my hand, and could help but wonder. Why had this wand chosen me?

I dropped seven gold coins into Mr. Ollivander's hand. Before I could withdraw my hand though, he grasped it tightly. His face looked so placid as he said the next few words.

"When the time comes and her spark goes out, would you mind coming here again? I would like to pick another wand for you."

I nodded, but I couldn't meet his eyes. He bowed, and I left the shop heavyhearted.