They looked at each other again, before Liz let out a big breath, and said, "Well, here goes nothing." They pushed open the door together and stepped into a whole new world.

Stepping into the pub was a bit underwhelming. There were a couple of people who all seemed to know Hagrid and a bald bartender. He asked, "The usual, Hagrid?" "Can't Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business," Hagrid said, clapping one hand on each of their shoulders, and their knees buckled. "Good Lord," the bartender breathed, peering at Harry, "is this-can this be?" The bar had gone deathly silent, and Lizzie wasn't sure some people were even breathing. "Bless my soul," whispered 'Tom', "Harry Potter… what an honor."

He rushed out from behind the bar, and grabbed Harry's hand, shaking it with tears in his eyes. "Welcome back, , welcome back." Harry looked a bit dazed and confused, and Lizzie shared the sentiment. Everyone was staring, and Hagrid was beaming down at them. Why were they treating him like Jesus or something? Suddenly there was a great scraping of chairs that made her cover her ears, and they were surrounding them, everyone wanting to shake Harry's hand.

He looked overwhelmed, and a bit uncomfortable with so many people crowding around him, and she couldn't blame him. She knew they didn't mean any harm, but it was still rather odd and unsettling. Harry looked lost, and she was feeling a bit overwhelmed herself, never liking crowds, so she grabbed his other hand that was behind his back, and squeezed it. He turned around and looked at her, and she nodded with a small smile. He practically beamed at this small act of kindness and turned back to the surrounding witches and wizards, and she kept holding his hand, anchoring him as much as herself. There was one man that Harry seemed to recognize, a short man named Dedalus Diggle.

A young man stepped forward nervously, one of his eyes twitching. For some reason, she instantly disliked him. He looked unassuming, but something screamed to her that he was dangerous. There was something dark about him. She narrowed her eyes at him, and he looked a bit taken aback about her dislike of him. She felt sorry and backed off. Hagrid appeared to recognize him, saying, "Professor Quirrell! Harry, Lizzie, Professor Quirell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts." "P-P-Potter," Quirell stammered, grasping Harry's hand, "c-can't t-tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you."

Harry stared at him curiously. "What sort of magic do you teach Quirell?" "D-Defense Against the D-D-Dark Arts," muttered Quirrell. "N-Not that you n-need it, eh P-P-Potter?" He laughed. "You'll be getting your equipment I suppose? I've got to p-pick up a new b-book on vampires, m-myself." He seemed to look frightened at the very thought.

It took another ten minutes to get away from the crowd. "Must get on- lots ter buy. Come on Harry." Hagrid led them outside to the back of the bar into a small, rather claustrophobic courtyard. He grinned at Harry. "Told yeh, didn't I? Told yeh you was famous. Even Professor Quirrell was tremblin' ter meet yeh - mind you, he's usually tremblin'." Clearing her throat, Lizzie said, "Sorry to but in, but could someone please explain what just happened. And how did they even recognize you." Hagrid threw a sideways glance at Harry, before saying, "Er, we'll tell you after we get your things." Satisfied Lizzie nodded her head, and Hagrid turned back to the courtyard wall. Harry leaned in and whispered, "cause of my scar. It's rather noticeable." She looked at him, before saying, "would you like me to hide it?" He looked rather flustered, but said, "I would love that, but how do you plan on doing that." Reaching into a hidden pocket in her skirt, she pulled out a small circular thing, opening it up to reveal a sort of powder. "This is called foundation, it's a rather expensive makeup, used to hide stuff on skin. They hit us sometimes at the orphanage but didn't want anyone to know, so they gave us this to hide the bruises. You aren't exactly my shade, but it's close enough." She said while rubbing her thumb in the powder, then rubbing it on his forehead. Showing him himself in the little mirror, the scar was concealed, not perfect, but not noticeable if you weren't looking.

He beamed, and looked at her, saying, "Thank's," before engulfing her in a hug. She smiled almost as wide as him and hugged him back. Hagrid threw them a rather small, sad smile, overhearing their conversation, but neither noticed. Clearing his throat, they both turned to him, where he tapped his umbrella on the wall three times. The bricks shifted, and seconds later, an archway big enough for Hagrid to walk through comfortably appeared, revealing a cobbled street.

"Kids," Hagrid said, "Welcome to Diagon Alley." He beamed at their utter amazement.

They ran through the archway, and looking back, they saw the archway was gone, replaced by a solid wall. The sun shown on the nearest shop, containing cauldrons, and Hagrid said, "You'll be needin' one, but we gotta get your money first." Lizzie whipped her head around to see everything so much her neck started to hurt. They passed so many odd, amazing, crazy things, and Lizzie had never been somewhere so different, so odd, so right feeling. This just felt like where she was supposed to be. She could practically feel the happiness inside her when they passed 'Eyelops Owl Emporium'. This felt like home. They walked for a while longer, passing one amazing sight after another, before stopping in front of a large, white, pristine building. "Gringotts," Hagrid said.

Standing beside the burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold was a short figure, with a clever face, and long toes and fingers. "Yeah, that's a goblin," Hagrid said quietly as she walked up the steps. He bowed to them as they passed, and Lizzie bowed back. The goblin stumbled back, a shocked look on his face, before smiling and nodding his head. They stopped, facing a second set of silver doors, with words engraved on 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.

"Like I said, yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it," Hagrid said.

Another pair of goblins bowed to them as they passed the doors, and again Lizzie bowed back, and again they seemed rather shocked. There were maybe a hundred more goblins sitting behind a long counter, and many doors leading off the hall, with even more goblins showing people in and out of them. The three of them made their way to an open counter.

"Mornin," said Hagrid. "We've come to take some money outta Mr. Harry Potter's safe, and the Hogwarts Scholarship safe."

"You have his key, sir."

"Got it 'ere somewhere," he said as he emptied his loads of pockets from his coat, scattering dog biscuits over the goblin's work. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Got it," Hagrid said at last, holding up a tiny golden key triumphantly.

The goblin assessed it closely, before saying, "That seems to be in order."

Hagrid held up a small letter, saying, "An' I've also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore. It's about the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen."

The goblin read the letter carefully, and said, "Very well, lastly, I need the name of the student making a withdrawal from the Hogwarts Scholarship Fund." Lizzie stepped forward, and said, "Elizabeth Stoll." The goblin paused in his writing abruptly, and leaned over the counter, scrutinizing her suspiciously, before saying, "Stoll. Was your mother named Kira Stoll?"

Lizzie nodded, saying, "Yes. What about her."

"Your mother left you a significant amount of money and a letter. I shall have someone take you down to all three vaults. Griphook!"

Another goblin walked towards them, and said, "this way." Hagrid and Harry followed him, but Lizzie hung back, and asked, "Please, how did you know my mother. What did the letter say?" He smiled at her, before reaching down and clasping her hand with both of his. "It was an honor to meet you, . Open it when you are alone." At that, he straightened up and acted like she never existed. She walked away, following Hagrid and Harry, and opened her hand, where there was a small envelope resting in her palm. She was curious but decided to follow the goblin's instructions.

She caught up with them just as Hagrid was squeezing himself into the cart. The cart took off as soon as she stepped into the cart, hurtling down passageways, and taking turns at breakneck speeds. Griphook wasn't steering, so she assumed the cart was magical. She saw a burst of fire, and for some reason, felt a strange pull towards it, before they hurtled past and the strange feeling was left behind. They passed by an underground lake, and Harry started talking about stalagmites and stalactites, and Hagrid, who looks a little green, tells him he's gonna be sick. She's almost tempted to laugh, but she figures that would be cruel. "Face the direction your going, keep your eyes on the horizon, and breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth." Hagrid nodded and did as she told him, and after a couple of minutes his color returned to normal, and he nodded his thanks. She threw him a small smile in return.

When they finally stopped, the three of them jumped out of the cart and followed Griphook, who unlocked the door, which open with a billow of green smoke. She heard Harry gasp, and she had to admit, it was impressive. Columns and piles of gold, silver, and bronze coins glinted in the faint light, and she was pretty sure it all amounted to a small fortune. Hagrid helped Harry pile some coins into a bag, explaining how WIzarding currency works all the while. They exited the vault and headed to vault seven hundred and thirteen.

They went even deeper, gathering more speed, and passed an underground ravine, which Harry stupidly tried to lean over and see all the way to the bottom, before Hagrid grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and deposited him back in the cart. She threw him a look that very clearly said, 'what the hell were you thinking you idiot, and he just shrugged back. Boys.

The vault had no keyhole.

"Stand back," Griphook said. He stroked it gently with one finger, and the door simply melted away. She was sure there was something rather extraordinary about the vault, but all she saw was a grubby old package wrapped in paper lying on the floor. Hagrid grabbed it and shoved it deep in his giant coat, and she wished she could ask what it was, and so did Harry by the look of it, but they both knew better.

Jumping back into the cart, they headed to her vault. Griphook grabbed a set of keys hanging from his belt and opened it. There wasn't as much gold as Harry's, and she knew she'd have to ration it out to stretch through all her school years, but a thrill went through her, knowing her mother had left her this. While she may have acted like she didn't care with Harry, her mother had only died a few years ago, and her heart still hadn't healed from her absence.

She heard someone clear her throat behind her, and turned around to see Griphook holding out a bag for her to fill with coins. She took it with trembling hands, and whispered a small thank you to him, turning back around with small tears in her eyes, scooping a couple of handfuls of coins into her bag, before wiping her eyes and turning back around. She climbed back into the cart, the letter warm in her pocket, the bag on her lap.

(This is time skip Greg. Say hello to Greg.)

One cart ride later, they stood outside Gringotts, Harry looked like a little kid on Christmas, and Hagrid took them to get their uniforms. Stepping into the robe shop, she turned around to hear Hagrid asking to go back to the pub, for a 'pick-me-up.' He did look a bit sick, so they entered the shop alone, feeling nervous.

Madame Malkin, the woman who owned the shop, was a squat, smiling witch, dressed in all mauve.

"Hogwarts, dear?" She asked when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here - another young man being fitted up just now, in fact. You go back there and wait for me. Olivia, take this girl to the other fitting room." Harry and the women left, and another woman stepped in to take her to another room, where another girl with curly brown hair was being fitted for robes as well.

Stepping onto a footstool, the woman slipped a robe over her, pinning it around and measuring.

The other girl inclined her head towards her, and said, "I'm Hermione Granger. What's your name."

"Lizzie Stoll. You going to Hogwarts too."

"Yes. My parents were shocked when I got a letter, and Professor McGonagall came with it, to explain everything. They're Muggles, you see."

"Professor McGonagall came with a letter for me too."

"Oh. Well, I've heard she's nice. Strict, but nice. What did your parents do when they found out."

"They're dead."

The girl- Hermione, looked a bit shocked at the turn in the conversation, and her gaze dropped, saying quietly, "Oh. I'm sorry."

Waving it off, she said, "it's fine. You couldn't have known."

Deciding to change the topic, Hermione said, "what house do you think you'll be in. I wouldn't really care, either way, but, who knows."

Looking at Hermione bewildered, she said, "houses?"

"Yeah, there are 4 houses. Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. Ravenclaws are smart, Hufflepuffs are nice, Gryffindors are brave, and Slytherins are ambitious. So, which one."

"Does it matter? I'm still going to a magic school. I mean, how cool is that."

Hermione nodded her head. "It is pretty awesome. My parents are getting my books and then we'll get my wand, and I can't wait to read up on everything I can. I think I'll convince them to buy a couple of extra books to catch up on Wizarding history."

She laughed. "I definitely peg you for Ravenclaw. Hey, when we get to the school, wanna hang out."

The girl looked shocked. "D-Definitely."

"Well, your all set, the both of you. Thank you for shopping with us," Olivia said. The girls thanked her profusely for their robes and left the shop, where Hermione ran off to two adults laden with packages, who she assumed were her parents, and Lizzie walked to Hagrid and Harry, who was eating ice cream. "What took you so long," Harry said as soon as he spotted her. She shrugged.

"Where's my ice cream." Hagrid looked rather ashamed, and said, "I would have gotten yuh some, 'cept I didn't know what you liked, and It would've melted.

She nodded, smirking. "Sure."

They went to get their books next, in a shop called Flourish and Botts, where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones and bound in leather, ones the size of postage stamps in silk, ones with peculiar symbols in them, or nothing. Hagrid had to drag Harry away from a shelf of books on how to curse people, or his cousin Dudley, from what she gathered.

Harry then proceeded to try and buy a solid gold cauldron, which Hagrid also wouldn't let him buy, but they got scales and brass telescopes. They went to the Apothecary for potions ingredients, which smelled horrible but was pretty cool.

Hagrid looked at their lists again. "Just yer wand left - o yeah, an' I still haven't got yeh a birthday present." Harry went red, and Lizzie said, "It's your birthday! Why didn't you say anything?" He just shrugged again, what was it with him and non-verbal answers. Hagrid was talking about getting him an animal, an owl, which she thought was pretty cool, but when she went into the store to get him one, it was even more awesome.

There were owls flying around the store, sitting on perches by the desk, or in large cages sleeping, with their head tucked under their wing. They all flew to her, landing on her arms, pecking at her hair except for one. A gorgeous snowy owl flew right to Harry, landing on his arm and nuzzling him with her head.

"This one", Harry said, looking at her in adoration. Hagrid paid for her, and they were given a cage which she flew into and fell fast asleep in, Harry stammering his thanks as they left, sounding like Professor Quirrell.

They went to an old shop, peeling gold letters proclaiming it 'Ollivanders'. They stepped inside, a bell ringing somewhere in the shop. It was quiet, like a library but Lizzie could almost feel the magic buzzing in the air, like static electricity. It made the hair at the back of her neck stand up slightly.

"Good afternoon," a soft voice said. They all jumped, Hagrid most noticeably, as they heard the crunching noise. An old man stood before them, wide pale eyes shimmering like moons.

Harry said hello rather awkwardly, while she took a second to compose herself, before saying hello as well.

"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday that she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."

Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Harry. "Your father on the other hand favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it - it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."

Mr. Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose, and Lizzie was getting ready to tell him to back off.

"And that's where…"

Mr. Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long white finger. This guy seriously needed to back off.

"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly. "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands… well if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do…"

He shook his head, but thankfully caught sight of her.

"Lizzie Stoll. I sold your mother her first wand too. Chesnut. Unicorn hair core. Ten-and-a-half inches long. Flexible." Her head snapped up at the mention of her mother, but he had moved on to Hagrid. "Rubeus! Rubeus Hagrid! How nice to see you again...Oak, sixteen inches, rather bendy, wasn't it?"

"It was, sir, yes," Hagrid said.

"Good wand, that one. But I suppose they snapped it in half when you got expelled?" He said, suddenly stern.

"Er- yes, they did, yes," Hagrid said, shuffling his feet. "I've still got the pieces, though," he added brightly.

"But you don't use them?" said Ollivander sharply.

"Oh, no sir," said Hagrid quickly. She noticed he gripped his umbrella tightly as he spoke. Ollivander gave him a piercing look, before turning back to them. He started on both of them, telling them to hold out their wand arms, his tape measurers floating and measuring them almost everywhere. "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter and Ms. Stoll. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and dragon heartstrings. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you'll never get such good results with another wizard's wand." The man said while flitting around and grabbing boxes. "That will do," he said, and the tape measurers crumpled into heaps on the floor.

"Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beech-wood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible, just take it and give it a wave." Harry gave it a wave, but he snatched it out of his hand almost instantly. "Now, Ms. Stoll, Ash, Unicorn, Ten inches, strong." She gave it a wave, but it was also snatched out of her fingertips. Harry was handed a wand of ebony, and she got a cedar wand, which also didn't work apparently.

Time passed by, and the two mountains of tried wands piled higher and higher. Odd enough, he seemed to be happier the more difficult they proved to be. "Tricky customer's eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect matches here somewhere -

I wonder, now - yes why not - unusual combinations - holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple, elder and phoenix feather, eleven-and-a-half inches, quite flexible." They took the wands, and Lizzie felt a sudden rush of warmth in her fingertips. Harry raised his wand above his head and brought it swishing down, a stream of red and gold sparks flying out of the end. Hagrid whooped and Mr. Ollivander clapped, but they waited expectantly for her to do something. She held her arm out and flicked the wand, and a stream of blue light shot out and encircled her so that everything in the shop was in some shade of blue. When it disappeared, everything looked a little starstruck for a couple of seconds, before Hagrid leaped to his feet, hollering for both of them, and Mr. Ollivander clapped even harder.

"Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well… how curious...how very curious…"

He put their wands into their boxes and wrapped them in brown paper, still muttering, "Curious...curious…"

"Sorry," Harry said, "what's curious?"

Mr. Ollivander fixed Harry with his pale stare.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, . Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand gave another feather - just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when it's brother - why, its brother gave you that scar."

Harry swallowed, and she grabbed his hand again, squeezing it in comfort, and he again squeezed back.

"Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember…. I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter…. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things - terrible things, yes, but great.

Harry shivered, and Lizzie decided she did not like this Mr. Ollivander. He turned to her next, his eyes glinting like full moons. "And you, Ms. Stoll. An elder wand. In all my years as a wandmaker, there has never been a single person that possessed an elder wand, that did not go on to have a great destiny. Some wandmakers refuse to work with elder, superstitious, 'wand of elder, never prosper,' but it is truly a remarkable witch or wizard to keep an elder wand in their possession for a length of time. That is a rare wand and an even rarer pairing of core and wood. Very powerful wand you have there. I think it is safe to say you have a great destiny ahead of you, both of you, Ms. Stoll, Mr. Potter."

Shivering slightly, they both paid for their wands and left, and Lizzie came to the conclusion that she did not like Mr. Ollivander very much.

(This is time skip Frank. Say hello to Frank)

The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky as the trio made their way to the Leaky Cauldron, now empty. Harry wasn't speaking, so she grabbed his hand again, anchoring him. They stopped outside the station, and Hagrid bought them burgers. Hagrid asked if he was alright, and Harry looked a bit flustered for a second, before answering. "Everyone thinks I'm special. All those people in the Leaky Cauldron, Professor Quirrell, Mr. Ollivander . . . but I don't know anything about magic at all. How can they expect great things? I'm famous and I can't even remember what I'm famous for. I don't know what happened when Vol-, sorry - I mean the night my parents died." She remembered that they were supposed to explain to her everything, but she decided now might not be the best time to ask. Hagrid leaned across the table, telling Harry, "Don' you worry, Harry. You'll learn fast enough." He turned his head to face her, and said, "both o' yeh. Everyone starts at the beginning at Hogwarts, you'll be just fine. Just be yerself. I know it's hard. Yeh've been singled out, an' that's always hard. But both of yeh'll have a great time at Hogwarts - I did - still do, 'smatter of fact."

Hagrid helped Harry onto the train back to this family, and handed him an envelope, containing his ticket for Hogwarts. Lizzie flung herself into his arms, hugging him tightly, before letting him go, and saying, "I'll see you on the 1st, alright. Meet me right in front of the ticket booth, and we'll board the train together." He nodded his head and smiled wide, before climbing back on the train. The train pulled away from the station, and Harry waved goodbye to them.

Once the train was out of sight, Hagrid turned to her and said, "right Lizzie, time t' get you home." She nodded and followed him out of the train station, him carrying most of her packages. "Hagrid, how is Harry famous." He sucked in a breath, and said, "Years ago, there was this bad wizard. He was bad as you can get. Killin people had all these pureblood notions." Seeing her confused look, he elaborated. "Pureblood is what they call themselves, wizards whose family is magic, whole family line is, don't have any muggle relatives. Well anyway, this bad wizard, V-Voldemort, and don't make me say it again, he was a very powerful dark wizard, and Harry, he killed him. This little baby killed the darkest wizard of the age. And he's famous for it. Books have been written about him. His parents died, everyone died, and this little baby escaped with only a scar, while Voldemort was killed. And that's why he's famous. It's a sad reason to be famous, but it's the reason."

Lizzie nodded in understanding. They stopped in front of the orphanage, and Hafrid handed her all her packages of supplies, before leaning down and giving her a big hug. "This is where I leave you, Lizzie. Don' let anyone see this stuff, and here's your train ticket. Stick to it. I'll see you in a bit," he said, before giving her one last bear hug, and a kind smile, and walking off. She smiled, ready for Hogwarts, and to not have to hide anymore.

A/N So, my dog is great, and my ankle is broken, not sprained, so that's less great. Sorry I made you wait a week, I had to catch up, I was falling behind in my writing schedule. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. All 9 pages and 4575 words in Google Docs. Leave reviews down below.