Chapter two:
Stuck with Meatball Brains

"What do you MEAN we only have one month before the school starts?!?!"
It was a cold Saturday morning, with the wind blowing against the three lonely travelers, as they made their way down town. In fact, downtown England, wasn't the best place for two young women and a young boy.
Usagi stared exasperated at her aunt, and shook her head. "I'm suppose to be on vacation, NOT getting ready to go back to school!!!"
She whined, dragging her feet as she followed her aunt and brother. She wanted to scream at how unfair this was. All her friends would be taking the next three months off, while she would be taking a month to get ready for next year. Next year at Hogwarts.
She looked up at the seedy bar they were walking into, "Uh Obason, why are we here?" The name on the sign read 'Leaky Cauldron.'
Usagi looked at her surroundings, and her skin crawled. She straightened her back, as she followed her aunt closely.
The small building was packed with men and woman of all kinds. Most were dirty, and sick to look at. Their hair stringy, they skin blemished, and the clothes tattered. The room smelled of beer, and greasy food.
Shingo held onto Usagi's hand, his fingers squeezing her hand in a death grip. "Usagi what are we doing here?"
"Ah, 'ello Setsuna. What might yeh be needing here, on such a day?" The gangly man behind the counter, flashed Setsuna a crooked smile, and Usagi noted he was missing all of his teeth. His voice was rich with a British accent, which reminded Usagi of her best friend Molly at school.
Usagi stared at the bartender, as he dried a clear glass with a dirty old rag. She swallowed the lump in her throat, and made a mental note not to ever come here when she was older.
Setsuna braced her hands on the counter top, as she leaned in for only him to hear. "Hello Tom, sorry but this is just a short visit. My niece and nephew are in need of supplies for their first year at Hogwarts." Usagi was semi shocked to hear the perfect English, which came from the young woman's mouth. She felt as if she really knew nothing about this woman, nothing at all.
The man turned his beady eyes on the two kids, and he gazed at them wearily. "Never would've guessed yeh were an aunt Setsuna. Well, head on back, yeh know yeh'r way." He waved them off, but his eyes strayed to Usagi, and he wrinkled his nose.
Usagi paled, wondering half frightened if she had done something wrong. Looking around, she searched for something she might have knocked over with her clumsiness.
"Niece and Nephew, huh?"
Setsuna nodded, and led the two away from the counter, to the back. She pushed the back door open, and stated, "Come on, we are almost there." She followed them out, letting the door slam shut behind her.
"Obason, what are we doing in an alley?"
Setsuna led them to a dead end. The wall that stood before them was made of bricks, and was at least seven feet tall.
"Um..."
Setsuna stepped out in front of them, and touched the bricks in a certain sequence. Usagi and Shingo watched in awe, as the bricks moved, forming a doorway. Shingo suddenly grinned, "That was sugoi! Do it again!"
Setsuna smirked, "Another time Shingo, come we have a lot of things we have to do today." She placed a gentle hand on their backs, and led them through the doorway. The brick wall reformed itself behind them, locking them away from the human world.
Usagi gapped, as she stared at the street they were in. It was as if they had walked into a street market. Shops were set up out on the street, and merchant shops lined the sidewalks. "Obason where are we?"
Setsuna waved her hand to the long road, "Usagi, Shingo, welcome to Diagon Alley."
Usagi glanced around the busy street, as kids, younger than her raced in and out of stores.
A scrawny woman pushed passed them, shrugging her shoulders as she muttered, "If they keep rising these here prices, I wont be able to send those kids to school next year..."
Usagi watched the woman push through the crowd, making her way to a shop nearby, which held a sign that read, 'Cauldrons.' Outside, stacked in piles, were cauldrons all sizes, and kinds, or at least Usagi assumed they were cauldrons.
"Usagi can you give me your invitation." Usagi looked at her aunt, and nodded, pulling out the letter the owl had brought her yesterday morning. "Hai Obason, here." She handed the woman the invitation, and watched her pull out a sheet of paper Usagi had missed.
"Here, you hold onto this." She looked at the sheet of paper. "I brought money, but we will still need to stop by the Gringotts Wizard's bank."
Usagi raised an eyebrow, "Wizards have their own bank?" Setsuna looked at the blonde, and nodded, "Hai, how else do you expect them to hold their money? Come now, lets get what we need and go."
Usagi looked at all the small little shops, and wondered which ones they would go to first. She always loved shopping, especially with a lot of money.
Setsuna held out two pouches, and stated firmly, "Here you go. There is plenty enough in each to buy everything on this list. With the extra, you can get what you want." She gave them both a knowing look, "First you will get your uniforms."
Setsuna waved a hand to a quaint little shop across the street, the sign reading, 'Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions.' She looked back at the two kids, "I have a few things I will pick up, while you two try on robes. I'll meet you two out here in front of the store.
"I wont be gone long."
Shingo looked at Usagi, while Usagi stared at Setsuna's retrieving form. "I guess we are on our own Shingo." The smaller boy sighed, and muttered under his breath, "Why do I get stuck with Meatball brains?"
Usagi heard him non-the-less, and glowered at him. "Why you little...spore!" She lunged at him, causing him to yelp. He stumbled back, turned and ran for the shop.
Not backing down, Usagi chased after him, yelling, "I'll get you for that, you spawn of Satan!"
She burst into the small shop, stopping short, as she stared at the shop in awe. Shingo was standing near a short woman dressed in all mauve. Usagi stepped further into the room, and hoped the lady was friendly.
The woman, Usagi assumed was Madam Malkin, broke out into a wide grin. "Hogwarts my dears?" Shingo nodded, followed by Usagi. The old woman smiled friendly, "Then stand on there, and I'll get your measurements."
The two followed the orders, and stood side by side, as the woman worked. "Usagi, do you understand any of this that's going on?" Usagi looked at a sewing needle, which was sewing cloth together, on its own. "Nope."
The boy looked down at the floor, his face flushed with embarrassment, "Either do I. Why would this school pick kids, who know nothing about magic?"
Usagi frowned, her eyes hardening as they gazed at the wall. "I don't know Shingo, but there is something Obason isn't telling us.
"Did you see the way that man at the Leaky Cauldron stared at me? It was as if he recognized me or something." Shingo looked at his sister, and noted the vacant look in her eyes. "Iie Oneesan I didn't. I guess I was too afraid to notice."
The blonde turned her gaze to the boy, and she smiled, "It's okay Shingo, I was scared too. But if we stick together, I know we can make it through."
Shingo raised a single brown eyebrow, "Yea right Odango! I'll be dragging you out of harms way every second!" Usagi shot her brother a heated glare, "And what's that suppose to mean?"
Before Shingo could comply, Madam Malkin interrupted their argument, "That's yeh done, my dears."
Usagi looked down at the black robes she wore, which matched the ones Shingo was wearing. She turned in them, looking at them in every aspect. Pleased, she flashed the woman a smile, "Dome artigato Madam Malkin."
Shingo nodded, and repeated Usagi's thanks. He followed behind Usagi, letting the older girl lead the way. Usagi pulled out coins from her pouch, and handed the old woman the amount her uniform cost.
The boy followed suit, and paid the amount as well from the coins in his pouch.
"Good luck dears."
Usagi waved to the woman, as she skipped from the shop, tugging Shingo along behind her. "Now where to?"
Shingo didn't look up from his list, as he replied, "We wait for Obason remember." Usagi sighed exasperated, "Oh all right!" She plopped down onto the ground, and pulled her knees to her chest, so she could rest her chin on her kneecaps.
"Well I see that Madam Malkin still lives up to her expectations." Usagi scrambled to her feet, as Setsuna joined them. "Good you both have gotten your robes, before I got back."
Usagi glanced down at them, and smiled hesitantly, "Hai. What was it you had to get Obason?" She lifted her eyes to the older woman, who was smirking. "Curious as ever. I saved us a trip down that way, so we wont have to back track later."
Usagi stared at the several pouches the woman carried, "What's in them?" Setsuna shook her head, "Most of the things on that list of yours. Now time to get your wands, and we shall be off."
Usagi blanched, "You got all that within the twenty minutes we were in there, being fitted?"
The woman nodded, "hai, I just hit two birds with one stone, so to speak. Come now, off to Ollivanders, to get your wands."
Usagi shook her head in disbelief; things were getting stranger by the second. She glanced at Shingo, and frowned. Turning left, then right, she spotted him standing in front of a window. Looking inside, she realized, he was drooling over the brooms that were for sale. Usagi sighed heavily; the boy was having way too much fun with this.
The blonde hurried after the two, and followed them to a narrow shop, with dusty windows.
They entered the room, which reminded Usagi of her school library. It was neat and tidy, a chair, which looked as if it had seen better days, sat near the door. A long counter lay before them, with narrow boxes piled neatly to the ceiling behind it. Usagi wanted to count them, but realized that there had to be a thousand of them.
"Good afternoon."
Usagi jerked back with a yelp of surprise, as a short man appeared before her. She clutched a hand over her heart, which raced in her chest. Swallowing nervously, she tried to sooth her nerves by counting to ten.
"Oh sorry didn't mean to scare you." He flashed her a crooked grin, before directing his pale eyes to Setsuna. "Ah Miss Meiou, I was expecting you sooner or later. These must be your niece Usagi, and nephew Shingo, am I correct?"
The woman smiled, as she nodded her head, "Yes you are Mr. Ollivander."
The man nodded, "good, good. Young lad." He turned to Shingo, his pale eyes glittering in the lights of the room. "Which is your wand arm?"
He pulled out a tape measurer with silver markings out of his pocket. He stared at Shingo expectantly. Confused, Shingo asked, "I have a wand arm?" He stared down at both his hand bewilderedly.
Mr. Ollivander shook his head, "No, no boy. Which hand do you use?" Glancing up, Shingo replied hastily, "Oh...I'm left handed sir."
The man nodded, "Hold out your arm then, yes just like that." He then began to measure Shingo from shoulder to fingers, then wrist to elbows, shoulders to floor, knee to armpit, and around his head.
Shingo frowned, "are all of these measurements necessary?" Mr. Ollivander paused as he pulled a box from the stacked pile. "Of course boy, everything I do is necessary. That will do." To Shingo and Usagi's shock, the tape measurer, which had been taking measurement on it own, dropped to the floor.
Mr. Ollivander held out a box to Shingo, "Ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go ahead take it and give it a wave."
Shingo raised the wand above his head, and waved it in the air smoothly. Sparks licked the air from the end of it, and Mr. Ollivander grinned. "There you be lad."
Shingo nodded, a soft smile on his face as he stared at the wand.
"Now for Miss Usagi's turn. Which is your wand arm?"
Usagi lifted her right hand, "this one I think. I use it to write with, if that's what you mean..." the man nodded, "it will do."
Usagi lifted her arm out beside her like Shingo had done, and let the tape measurer take her measurements. When it was done, it dropped to the floor, by the simple command from Mr. Ollivander.
She swallowed the forming lump in her throat, wondering which wand would be hers.
Setsuna stepped forward, "Mr. Ollivander, you've always trusted my judgment. To save both of our time, I recommend trying the wand in the window."
The man turned from the box he was looking in. "That old thing? Are you sure?" He glanced at the wand, which lay in the window, and noted the soft glow it was emitting.
"Hmm maybe."
He climbed down from the ladder, and moved to the window display. He removed the wand from its box, and handed it carefully to Usagi. "Maple and heartstrings of dragons. Eleven inches, nice and supple."
Usagi felt her heart quicken, as she felt the warmth from the wand seep into her skin. She raised it slowly above her head, before bringing it back down in a swift wave. Silver sparks shot from the end lighting up the room in an instant, as if the very Moon had landed in the building.
Usagi opened her eyes, seeing spots flash before her. "What happened?"
Mr. Ollivander replied confidently, "The wand chooses you as its next master." Frowning, Usagi asked, "next?"
The man nodded, "Yes, which is strange indeed. Never before in my time have I ever had a wand choose a second master. But in your hand, is the very wand a sorceress used, before she died in a battle against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
Usagi frowned, "Who?" Setsuna placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, "Pay Mr. Ollivander, so that we can take our leave."
Usagi frowned, not liking the idea that Setsuna was keeping her and Shingo in the dark. What are you hiding from us Obason?
Hey readers, and writers, thank you for all of the lovely reviews. I really appreciate it. I hope u enjoyed this chapter as much as the last one.

Usagi/Harry: 7 Woot go Harry, its ur b. day!
Usagi/Draco: 1 Poor, Poor Draco!!!
Usagi: No one: 0 Now how did I see that coming, hmmm
Usagi: Dies: 2 Not such a bad idea, I'll think about it.

I agree with some of these reviews, I would have to say, I have yet to see a story with Harry Potter, and Usagi. But that doesn't mean I don't like Draco/Usagi. In fact I think they make a great couple, since I think Draco is cute *sigh* to bad he is so young. Like I said before it is your choice, either one will do fine, since I'll have fun trying to hook them up or such hehe.

Haha tyvm Buns, I just got ur review, just as I was going to update hehe. U r right there, I have noticed that. But I have to say, that Draco somewhat reminds me of Heero, in a weird way. *Drool* But maybe that's just me. I donno, they r both cold to those around me, and I donno. (Just ignore the dumb write, she likes to ramble).