So, I have a head canon that Fleamont and Euphemia are millionaires.

I have another head canon that it's the marauders fault for the cat toad or owl rule.

Everything you recognize is not mine.

Dani Potter and the Marauders

By Gavroche Scamander The Newsie/Lucy Lupin-Black

My name is Dani Potter. I am eleven years old today. I have long black hair that I style into two braids every day. My hair stops at my butt. I have hazel eyes. I am petite. I look more innocent than James and I can communicate telepathically. James and I can feel whatever the other are feeling. I have a bull mastiff dog. He is one year old. His name is Chance.

March 27 1971

I am waking up to my parents singing to James and I. We share a bedroom. It is done in yellow and black horizontal stripes because our Quidditch team is the Wimbourne Wasps. Chance joins in with barks. "Happy Birthday (bark) to you! Happy Birthday (bark) to you! Happy Birthday (bark) Dear Dani and James! Happy Birthday (bark) to you!" We get out of bed. We dance crazily around their room, chanting over and over "Today we're getting our letters!"

Mom and Dad leave so we can get dressed.

I take a shower and get dressed in a pink dress with matching shoes. I brush and style my hair into a high ponytail.

James and I go downstairs to the kitchen. The table has presents on it. They are in two neat piles. I move to my pile. I grab the present on the top.

I tear the purple (my favorite color) wrapping paper off excitedly. It is a box of chocolate frogs! My favorite candy! James got the same. "Thanks Mom and Dad!" We say. "You're very welcome." I put it on the side. I get the next present on my pile. I tear the wrapping paper off excitedly.

It is make-up! I'm a girly girl who loves Quidditch. James gets the next book in his favorite book series. "Thanks Mom and Dad." We say. "You're very welcome!" Our parents respond. I put it to the side. I tear the purple wrapping paper off excitedly. It is a broom servicing kit! James got the same. "Thanks Mom and Dad!" We say.

"You're very welcome." They say. I put it to the side. This present is by far the largest. I tear the wrapping paper off excitedly. It is the new Nimbus 1,000! The fastest broom in the world! James got the same. I really want to try it out right now but there is one more present to open.

"Thanks Mom and Dad!" We say. "You're very welcome." They respond. "This last present is for the both of you." Dad says. We tear the wrapping paper off. Something fluid and silvery grey went slithering to the floor, where it lay in gleaming folds. It was Dad's invisibility cloak. "It is very ancient. You two must be careful with it. You must put it to good use." Dad says.

"We solemnly swear that we'll put it to good use." We promise. James and I look out the window longingly into the backyard where our Quidditch pitch is. "Oh, go on you two! Mom laughs. "Pokey will bring out some toast." Pokey is our house elf. Dad would pay her if it wouldn't greatly offend her. James and I grab our brooms and run outside. Chance comes outside with us.

I put my leg over it and fly up to the sky. James does the same. We do loop the loops and dives. It's much faster than our old Nimbus 999! "Much faster than our old broom, don't you think?" I shout at James. "Yes of course!" James agrees. All too soon, we see Pokey waving her arms at us. We come down. Pokey hands both of us two slices of toast. We eat them quickly. Mine has peanut butter and butter on it. Just the way I like it!

We see two owls flying for our home. Our letters! We drop our brooms. We run back to the kitchen. The owls drop our letters on the table. They fly off. James picks up his letter. I pick up my letter. It read:

Danielle Potter

Potter Estate, Second Bedroom on The Left Bed on The Right

7 Boden Lane

Appleby, England

I open the envelope and took out the parchment that was inside. It read:

March 27, 1971

HOGWARTS School of Witchcraft HOGWARTS School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Miss Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Prof M McGonagall

Deputy Headmaster

HOGWARTS School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Uniform First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black) 2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear 3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar) 4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

Set books

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Books of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Other equipment

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOM

We are in! Mum hugs us and says "We're so proud of you." I hand my list to Mum. James hands his list to Dad. They read them to themselves silently. "Well, there's only one place to get all this and that's Diagon Alley!" My mom declares. My family and I walk over the Floo. Chance lets out a whine because he wants to come too. "No sorry. Dogs aren't allowed in Diagon Alley. Chance stay." He stays. Mum goes first, followed by me. I take a pinch of Floo powder and walk to the edge of the fire. I take a deep breath, scatter the powder into the flame and step forward. The fire felt like a warm breeze. I shut my eyes. "Diagon Alley." I say very clearly. It felt as though I was being sucked down a giant drain.

I seem to be spinning very fast. The roaring in my ears was deafening. It felt as though cold hands were slapping my face. I wish it would stop. I put my hands out so I don't land flat on my face.

I stand with my Mum. James follows shortly then my Dad. We start off for Gringotts. We had reached a snowy-white building which towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was a goblin.

As we walk up the white stone steps towards him. The goblin was about a head shorter than James and I. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, very long fingers and feet. He bows as we walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with 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 pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins on brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these.

We make for the counter. "Morning!" greets Dad to a free goblin. "We've come to take some money out of the Potter safe." Dad hands over our tiny golden key. The goblin looked at it closely. "That seems to be in order. I will have someone take you down to your vaults. "Ragnuk!" Ragnuk was yet another goblin.

We follow Ragnuk towards one of the doors leading off the hall. Ragnuk held the door open for us. We were in a narrow stone passageway lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downwards and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Ragnuk whistles and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks towards them. We climb in and were off.

I try to remember, left, right, right, left, middle fork, right, left, but it was impossible. The rattling cart seemed to know its own way, because Ragnuk wasn't steering. My eyes stung as the cold air rushed past them, but I keep them wide open.

I see a burst of fire at the end of a passage from the dragon. We plunge even deeper, passing an underground lake. We were at our vault. We get out of the cart. Ragnuk unlocks the door. A lot of green smoke came billowing out, and as it cleared, we see our money. We have a lot of money! Mum steps in and puts some Galleons into her money bag. One wild cart-ride later We stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts. "Might as well get you two your uniforms." says Mum, nodding towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "We have an errand to run. We will be back shortly." Dad informs us. "We'll see you soon." James and I say. Once our parents are gone, we step into the shop. The shop was empty except for Madame Malkin and another witch.

Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve. 'Hogwarts, dears?' she asks when I started to speak. "Yes, Madame." I answer politely. Madam Malkin stood me on a stool next to James slipped a long robe over my head and began to pin it to the right length. The other witch did the same to James. We talk about our Quidditch team the Wimbourne Wasps. Mum and Dad return both carrying something with a cover. "Happy Birthday Dani and James!" Our parents say.

Our parents whip off the covers. Mine is a female white snowy owl. James gets a male tawny owl. "Thanks Mom and Dad. She's brilliant." I say. "Yes thanks." James adds. "Why don't we name them Merlin and Morgana?" I suggest. James chuckles. "That's brilliant."

Madam Malkin says, "That's you done, my dear." I hop down from the footstool. It is not long until James can hop down too. We stop to buy parchment and quills. I find a bottle of ink that changed color as you wrote.

We got our school books, a massive book for fun for me and a homework planner. I can't wait to get home so I can start reading my new book. We got a nice set of scales for weighing potion ingredients and a collapsible brass telescope. Then they visited the apothecary's, which was fascinating enough to make up for its horrible smell, a mixture of bad eggs and rotted cabbages. Barrels of slimy stuff stood on the floor, jars of herbs, dried roots and bright powders lined the walls, bundles of feathers, strings of fangs and snarled claws hung from the ceiling.

While Mum asks the man behind the counter for a supply of some basic potion ingredients for us, we pull a prank by switching the price tags. Dad caught us and he merely gives the shop keeper more Galleons. Outside the shop Mom checks our lists again. "Just the wands left." A magic wand ... this was what Harry had been really looking forward to. The last shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 BC. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as we step inside. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single spindly chair which Mum sat on to wait. James and I look at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. "Good afternoon." says a soft voice. My family and I jump. An old man was standing before us. "Hello." says James and I as one. "Mr Potter. Let me see."

He pulls a long tape measures with silver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm?" "My right." James says. "Hold out your arm. That's it." He measures James from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course," I suddenly realize that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.

"That will do." he says and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then. Mr Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."

My twin took the wand and waves it around a bit, but Mr Ollivander snatchs it out of his hand almost at once. "Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try." My twin tries but he had hardly raises the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr Ollivander. "No, no – here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out." My twin tries. And tries. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the floor but the more wands Mr Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become. "Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere. Mahogany. Dragon heartstring. Eleven inches."

James took the wand. He raised the wand above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. Mom and Dad whoops and claps and Mr Ollivander cries, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well. He put my wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper.

Now it's my turn! "Which is your wand arm?" "My right." I say "Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured me from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round my head. Mr Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes. "That will do." he says and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then. Miss Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."

I took the wand and wave it around a bit, but Mr Ollivander snatched it out of my hand almost at once. "Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try." I try it but I had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr Ollivander. "No, no here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out." I try. And try. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the floor, but the more wands Mr Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become. "Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere.

Hazel. Dragon heartstring core. 11 and one quarter inches. Reasonably supple flexibility." I raise the wand above my head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls. Mom and Dad whoops and claps and Mr Ollivander cries, "Brava! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well. He put my wand back into its box and wrapped it in brown paper. Mum and Dad pay fourteen gold Galleons for our new wands. Mr. Ollivander bows us from his shop.

Then we go home for our birthday party.