Chapter three:
The Midnight Hour
Bunny held the letter in her hands tightly, as she stepped out of the Candy shop later that day. There was no one out in the streets, which left her alone on the small road.
The sky was pitch black, and Bunny never realized how frightening London looked at Midnight.
She stood at the edge of the sidewalk, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced down at the letter, as if seeking it for guidance.
If she remembered correctly, all she had to do was raise her right hand, and she would have her ride.
It had been so long since she had done this, not since she was seven, and even then, she had her mother with her.
Bunny hesitantly raised her right hand into the air. There was a loud bang, which echoed off the shops, and whirled around the air. She gasped, stepping back, as a bright light appeared out of nowhere.
Her blue eyes bulged, as a triple-decker, violently purple bus, came to a screeching halt in front of her. The windshield was decorated with gold lettering that read, 'Knight Bus.'
"Its as ridiculous as I remember." She shook her head, as if suddenly changing her mind. But the door to the bus opened, and a conductor in an ungodly purple uniform stepped out.
He looked no older then fifteen, his face marred with bad acne, which was visible even in the darkness. He flashed her a wide smile, and spoke loudly for her, even though she was two feet away from him. "Welcome to the Knight Bus, the names Stan Shunpike, and I'll be your conductor this evening."
Bunny pursed her lips together, and hoped she had enough money to pay for her trip. She pulled out an old leather pouch; her mother had given to her on her seventh birthday. It had held strange coins, and a golden key.
She poured the coins into her palm, "I need to go to the Leaky Cauldron."
Stan nodded, "All right, then hop on board, that will be two sickles." Bunny frowned, not sure what sickles were. She followed him onto the bus, and stood behind the driver's seat.
"This is our driver Ernie Prang."
Bunny smiled kindly at the older man, as he gave her a wave. "Bunny Moon." She handed Stan some money, and moved away from the door as it closed.
The bus was unlike she had ever seen. Instead of seats, there were bunks, and the walls were lined with lit candles. It was like something out of a fantasy book.
Stan pointed to a bed near the front, and stated, "You 'ave this one." Bunny nodded, and thanked him as she took a seat. "Take er away, Ern."
She let out a yelp of surprise, when there was a loud bang, and she was thrown off the bed by the lurch of the bus. She hit the floor on the other side of the bed, with the thud.
Slightly dizzy, she pulled herself up, and looked out the dark windows. They were flying down a street she couldn't recognize.
"Pretty spectacular eh? Was enchanted the first time I road, now its just routine." The voice which came from behind her, was very feminine, but elderly.
Bunny looked over, to see an old woman, with green skin, and wrapped in a cloak of some kind.
The old woman nodded her head to the window, "Funny how muggles never hear this old thing. Something like they don't listen, or don't look close enough.
"There you are Madam Marsh." There was a loud bang, and the bus careened to a halt. The old woman nodded her thanks, and slowly took the stairs. Once outside, Stan tossed her trunk out after her.
Bunny waved, as there was another Bang, and the Bus took off.
Looking back outside, she watched as the bus barreled down the street. She stared dumbstruck, as telephone poles, mail boxes, cars, and even trees moved out of the buses way, before going back to their places.
It was the strangest thing, to see a tree jump out of the ground, to move for a speeding bus, and then reroot itself in the ground.
Yawning, Bunny crawled into the bed, and shut her eyes. It was late, and she was really tired.
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There was a loud bang, and then someone was shaking her. Bunny opened her eyes to find herself still on the knight bus. Stan was standing over her, a smile still on his face.
"We 'ere, Bunny Moon."
Bunny sat up, and looked out the window. It was daylight, looked late enough in the morning to have people walking about.
She climbed out of bed, and started for the door. "Thanks for the ride." She flashed them a bright smile, as she bounded down the steps.
Stan waved, "Bye Bunny Moon. See you."
Bunny stood on the sidewalk, as the familiar sounding bang, and the knight bus was gone.
She was standing outside a grubby looking pub. She remembered the street, and the bookstores on either side, but she didn't remember the bar. And she was sure, if she had been walking by, she wouldn't have taken a second look at it, or might even not have seen it. It was there, and yet it wasn't.
It was a strange feeling, and not one she wanted to dwell on. Glancing at her watch, she noted the time. It was turning seven am.
Looking over, she suddenly realized, she wasn't alone, as she had thought. When she had first stepped off the bus, it was like there was no one around, but now, as she stood there, she could see people passing her.
Bunny pulled out her letter, and reread what it had. She needed to find a man named Tom.
With a shrug, she headed inside. She wasn't too impressed on her first glance at the place. It was very dark, and smelled musty. Most of the people inside were old, like two women sitting in the back, enjoying a glass of dark liquid in a clear wine glass. A man sitting near the entrance was nursing a beer, and there was a sneer on his unshaven face.
Bunny sucked in a deep breath. The pub smelled of rotting wood, cigarette smoke, and whiskey.
Near the back of the pub, was a long counter, which lined most of the far wall. Behind the counter, was an old bartender, with a balding head, and when he smiled, it was obvious he was missing many teeth.
Nervous, she head to the back, where the Bartender eyed her, with sharp beady black eyes. When she stopped in front of him, he asked, "Yea, can I help you little girl?"
Bunny flushed bright red, and directed her eyes to her feet. "I'm.I'm looking for Tom."
The bartender's steely gaze narrowed, "I'm Tom."
The blonde looked up at him, as she nervously held out her letter. "I was told to come talk to you. I'm shopping for.for my first year at Hogwarts."
Tom's eyes scanned the letter briefly, before his greasy wrinkly old face spread into a horrid grin, "Well why didn't you say so in the first place. You must be Bunny. I was told you would be visiting some time soon."
His eyes looked her over carefully, before he jerked his head towards the door behind him. "Through there. Head on back, and you'll find yourself in a dead end. Above the trashcan, count the bricks. Three up, and two across. That brick you tap three times, and you'll be led to Diagon alley."
Bunny glanced at the door, as she folded her letter, and stuffed it into her pocket. "Thank you Tom." She waved, as she headed to the back door.
She slipped out into the brisk morning air. She found herself in a dead end, like the bartender had told her.
She noted the trashcan, and counted up three bricks, and then counted two across. "I hope this works."
She tapped the brick three times, and waited. She stepped back in alarm, as the brick she had touched, trembled, and a small hole appeared. She watched in shock, as the hole grew bigger, forming into a doorway, just big enough for her to fit through.
She felt a tug in her heart, as she stepped through the entrance. She jumped, when the bricks behind her, formed back into a wall, locking her away from the human world.
She stared at the bricks, wishing she could just head back home, where it was safe, where she understood everything that was around her. But it was already too late; she was here, here at Diagon alley.
Bunny slowly turned around, and was faced with an unusual site. It reminded her of a market place, with quaint little shops, and people filling the streets, shopping.
She followed the alley, pushing and shoving her way through. She wasn't sure where she should go first, but in order to buy, she needed money.
"How am I going to get money to buy all this stuff?" She pulled out her letter, dropping her key as she did so.
She heard it hit the floor with a clang. Frowning, she bent over, and picked it up. As she stood, she bumped into someone.
"Watch where you're."
"Sorry about that." She didn't look up, but instead, looked at the list of supplies, as she continued walking.
She stopped, and looked up to see where she had ended up. The alley split into a fork. One continued straight, while the other pathway took a turn to the left, going down.
A bell jingled next to her, and looking over, she found herself standing outside a large building. Looking up, she spotted a sign. 'Gringotts Wizarding Bank.'
She stood outside it, her mouth opened in awe. Who would have guessed they had their own bank.
Figuring this was a good a place to start than any, she started up the steps. She paused outside the door, to read the sign. The words were warning people from breaking into the bank, and almost sounded like a threat.
Bunny pushed the door open, and stepped into the cool aired building. It wasn't until she stepped into the nice breeze that she realized how hot it had gotten outside.
Looking around, Bunny got her first look at a real goblin. Not just one goblin either, but a mob of them. Over a hundred goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter in front of her. Some were writing, others were weighing jewels, while more were studying gems with eyeglasses.
Cautiously, she moved to a goblin that looked free of customers. He peered down at her through his spectacles, "Yes?"
Bunny paled slightly, as the sound of annoyance in the goblins voice. She hadn't even done anything, and he was already upset with her.
She looked over, wondering if there was another goblin free, she could talk with. Hopefully one that was nicer.
"You have you're key miss?"
Bunny looked up at the goblin, and then glanced down at the golden key in her hand. Hesitantly, she held it up to him, "I only have this one on me sir."
The goblin swiped it from her fingers, and inspected it closely. "Seems to be in order. I'll fetch someone to take you to your vault. Griphook!"
The blonde haired girl frowned, "I have a vault?"
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Bunny emerged from Gringotts an hour and a half later, with a sack full of coins. Who would have guessed, she had her own vault filled with gold coins, gems and jewels.
She felt surer of herself, than she had when she had first arrived. She pulled out her list of supplies, and inspected what would be the best thing to shop for first.
The top of the list was a uniform. She looked up at the stores around her, and spotted 'Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions.'
Shrugging, at the odd name for a clothing store, she headed inside. The first thing she met with, was an old woman, dressed all in mauve. She had a big smile on her face, and her eyes sparkled with kindness. "Hogwarts, dear?"
Bunny nodded, and pointed at her list, "Um, I need all of this."
The woman, who Bunny assumed was Madam Malkin, ushered her into the store. "Yes yes, I have another young girl being fitted up just now, in fact."
Bunny was led to the back of the shop, and was forced to stand on a footstool.
Madam Malkin slipped a robe over her head, and went to work on Bunny's uniform.
Bunny turned her head to the side, to see who was with her in the small shop. "Hey, are you going to Hogwarts too?"
The girl standing next to her nodded, a soft smile on her face. "Yes. Mother is very happy I was invited to Hogwarts."
The young girl had light blue hair, and bright blue eyes. "Mother is right now shopping for all of my books. I wish she would have let me come." The girl frowned slightly, "But I need to get my robes done."
Bunny nodded, and held out her hand, "Well I'm Bunny Moon, it's a pleasure to meet you." The girl next to her smiled shyly, "Ami, Ami Waters."
Ami took Bunny's hand, and firmly shook it. Bunny turned back, glancing down at the black robes she wore.
Madam Malkin smoothed a hand down the clothe, "That's you done, deary. You may leave."
Bunny hopped down from the stool, and paid the woman the amount for the robes, and other items she needed. Turning to leave, she waved to Ami, "Bye Ami!" She hurried out of the door, as she called over her shoulder, "See you at Hogwarts!"
Bunny entered the alley once more, and looked down at her list of things to buy.
The next shop she went to was Flourish and Blotts, where she bought eight new books for the classes she had to take. It didn't take her long to find all the books she needed, since barely anyone was in the store.
Next she stopped at the Cauldron Shop, and bought her pewter standard size 2, even though the gold one looked more appealing.
One her way back through Diagon alley, she bought her crystal phial, telescope, and brass scale.
Following the road, she found herself outside Ollivanders. All she had left to buy was a wand, and an animal of her choice.
She stepped into the store, and found herself in a wand store.
She smirked the thought was mildly funny. Shopping for a wand?
Bunny shook her head, as she scanned the tiny shop. There was a chair near the door, which seemed to have seen better days. And in front of her was a counter. Behind the counter, were boxes, shoebox sizes stacked to the ceiling.
She leaned closer, wondering what might be inside them.
"Good afternoon Miss Moon. I didn't expect you till later, but I believe now is a good time as any." A short old man, with wide pale eyes, was standing behind her as he replaced wands back into boxes.
"Looking for a wand that suits you eh?" He moved behind the counter as he added, "I knew your mother well. Tough one there. For once, in my career, I couldn't find a wand for someone. She had to make her own from scratch. Hope I have better luck with you."
The door to the shop opened, and Bunny felt two more people step into the shop. She heard the creep of a chair, the one near the door. She heard it groan beneath something heavy.
"I'll be right with you. Now Miss Moon, lets start with this wand." He handed her the wand, he had been holding.
Attentively, Bunny took the wand. "Go ahead, give it a wave." She nodded, and raised the wand up.
"No, no, no." He snatched the wand from her, "Lets try another one." He placed the wand back into its box, before he ducked behind the counter. He searched the boxes, looking for a certain one. "Lets see.ah yes let's try this one."
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Bunny yawned, feeling the strain of being on her feet most of the day. She had spent about an hour looking for wands, and so far no such luck.
Olivander shook his head, "I don't believe it, I've gone through every wand in this here store." He looked at the mess, where wands littered the floor in piles.
He shook his head, "Just as stubborn as your mother." He continued to shake his head.
Bunny sighed, "Does that mean I have to make my own wand?" She didn't like the sound of that, or the idea she might have to search another store for a wand."
"Mr. Olivander, why don't you give this wand a try?" The soft, but arrogant voice came from the back of the room, and Bunny suddenly realized she had been holding them up for the passed hour.
"Ah yes, yes indeed. Thought I'd never get to try this one. But lets give it go shall we."
Mr. Olivander moved to the front of the room, and retrieved a wand, before he came back to her. "Yes, here we go."
Bunny looked at the wand he held delicately in his hands. "Willow and unicorn hair, ten and three quarter inches long." She studied the old wand, noting the chips, and the worn through look it held.
"Cant remember who made it, but I remember them saying there was something added to the wand. Well give it a go will yeh."
He handed her the wand, and Bunny felt heat seep into her fingertips. Olivander nodded, "Yes, yes."
She lifted the wand, and waved it downward in an arch. Light shot out of the end of the wand, and snapped like firecrackers. Her face broke out into a grin, as Olivander clapped with joy. "Very good, Miss Moon, very good."
Bunny pulled out her heavy pouch full of coins, her face still glowing with joy. She got a wand!
Olivander sighed, "Bout time we found you a wand. Almost feared I'd have to lend you the recipe on how to make your own. You are as tough as your mother was Miss. Moon."
Bunny smiled sheepishly, as she paid the man the cost of her wand. "Thank you very much Mr. Olivander."
He shook his head, "Not a bother, not a bother. Now off with yeh, got a mess to clean up." Bunny looked at all the wands, "Do you want any help."
He waved her off, shaking his head, before he directed his eyes over her shoulder, "All right then, Mr. Malfoy, welcome."
Bunny froze at the name. "It couldn't be." It was impossible, the Malfoy family here, in the same store as her. Slowly, she turned around, and came face to face with a boy her age.
He had pale blond hair slicked back from his pretty face, and bright blue eyes. He had pale skin, and was dressed in his robes like herself. He held a sneer on his face that sent chill up along her spine.
"Miss Moon?"
Bunny was jolted from her thoughts, and turned to look at Mr. Olivander. He waved a hand to the two customers in the room. "You know of Mr. Malfoy, and young Mr. Malfoy, eh?"
She looked back at the boy, and found him glaring at her.
Quickly, she looked away, and she stuffed the box with her wand in it, into the bag she had her books in.
"Moon?"
Bunny frowned, as the same voice as before echoed through the small shop. She moved her gaze from the floor, to another man in the room.
The man was tall, and lean, dressed in elegant black robes. In his right hand, he held a cane that looked expensive, all in its self.
His face was narrow, with a slightly pointy nose. He was staring coldly at her, his cool gray eyes narrowed with suspicion. His hair was white, like the boys, but much longer.
"Bunny Moon?"
Bunny looked at the man, feeling unnerved. How could he know who she was? "Yes?" The white haired man smirked, "Well, well, well, what a pleasure. See Draco, there is another famous witch out there besides Potter."
Bunny went red in the face, "F-F-famous? L-like Harry P-Potter?" She shook her head vigorously, "You must be wrong sir." She ducked her head, trying to make herself as small as possible.
"No one is as famous as Mr. Potter." She chanced a glance at the boy, only to find him staring at her, with an intrigued gaze. She gasped, her body going warm all over with embarrassment. "I-I have to g-go sir."
She hurried passed them, nearly running to the door. "But Miss Moon." She heard Mr. Olivander call after her, but she didn't turn around.
Bunny shook her head, and left the shop quickly. She was shaking all over, as she stepped out into Diagon alley once more.
Her as famous as Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived? Impossible, she was a parentless child, who lived in a basement beneath a candy shop, and dreamed of better days.
That's all she ever was, and all she ever would be.
How could someone like herself be famous, and not know about it?
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"Hey Bunny welcome back! Did you have fun at that new school of yours?"
The blonde looked up, slightly startled to find Vicki still hanging around. The red haired girl was seated at a table outside the shop. When she had seen the blonde, she had leaped to her feet, a bright smile on her face.
Bunny glanced down at her watch, and noted how early it still was. But usually they closed up the shop early on Tuesdays, and took Wednesdays off.
"It was okay. Thank you for covering for me." She was suddenly grateful; that she had stuffed everything she'd bought into her new trunk, before getting off the knight bus.
Vicki waved it off, "No biggie. So what did ya buy?" The red haired girl curiously peered over Bunny's shoulder to get a better look.
"Just my supplies." She started for the shop, and called over her shoulder, "I'll see you Thursday."
Vicki whirled after her, "Speaking of Thursday." Bunny sighed, and shook her head. She should have known there was a reason why Vicki would wait for her.
"Can you cover for me? Frank wants to take me out."
Bunny glanced at the older girl, and nodded, "Sure Vicki. G-night." Bunny pushed open the door, and disappeared inside the shop.
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Hey everyone. Tyvm for all the reviews. Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I like it, cause well I sort of introduce Draco, and his father, plus an added character. The other senshi are in this story, inners and outers. No Darien. Unless you want him in the story, then I think I can squeeze him in.
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Christina: I have put that into consideration. And have done what I believe is somewhat original. I think I have only seen one story that has put her in the house, and I think all of you will agree with me. I have placed each senshi in the houses I see fit for them. Some will be Quidditch player, others not. I think Bunny will be a seeker, but I'm not sure. I'll think about it some more.
Callisto Star: Her mother, well its sort of a secret, but it will come out, soon. Since I am rewriting all seven or so books, when they come out and all, her mother will be revealed, and Bunny will take on an important role. And I do have to say, her father, is all original. I don't think anyone has come up with the plan I have for Bunny's father. Its perfect!!! Why was she murdered? Well I can't say much on this subject, because the answer is the plot of my story. Lets just say, there are subtle hints; I think is chapter 4-6, one of those three I think. Can't remember. It's a little hint, if you can figure it out, well you can pick your prize, I don't have much, but I'm sure I can whip something up. I don't think I will hook up all the senshi. As for hooking Bunny with Neville, I don't think I could if I wanted to. Not a Neville fan sorry. But I plan to make most of this story original. I do plan to make a triangle, or rectangle whatever romance. Where several guys show a liking to Bunny. Some it wont be more than admiration, while others.well. Hehe wait and see.
Water Angel: Yes the Candy shop owner is a witch. He/she not sure yet, is a dear friend to Bunny's mom. When her mother died, the owner took Bunny in, on one condition, if Bunny worked there, to pay rent and stuff.
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Bunny held the letter in her hands tightly, as she stepped out of the Candy shop later that day. There was no one out in the streets, which left her alone on the small road.
The sky was pitch black, and Bunny never realized how frightening London looked at Midnight.
She stood at the edge of the sidewalk, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced down at the letter, as if seeking it for guidance.
If she remembered correctly, all she had to do was raise her right hand, and she would have her ride.
It had been so long since she had done this, not since she was seven, and even then, she had her mother with her.
Bunny hesitantly raised her right hand into the air. There was a loud bang, which echoed off the shops, and whirled around the air. She gasped, stepping back, as a bright light appeared out of nowhere.
Her blue eyes bulged, as a triple-decker, violently purple bus, came to a screeching halt in front of her. The windshield was decorated with gold lettering that read, 'Knight Bus.'
"Its as ridiculous as I remember." She shook her head, as if suddenly changing her mind. But the door to the bus opened, and a conductor in an ungodly purple uniform stepped out.
He looked no older then fifteen, his face marred with bad acne, which was visible even in the darkness. He flashed her a wide smile, and spoke loudly for her, even though she was two feet away from him. "Welcome to the Knight Bus, the names Stan Shunpike, and I'll be your conductor this evening."
Bunny pursed her lips together, and hoped she had enough money to pay for her trip. She pulled out an old leather pouch; her mother had given to her on her seventh birthday. It had held strange coins, and a golden key.
She poured the coins into her palm, "I need to go to the Leaky Cauldron."
Stan nodded, "All right, then hop on board, that will be two sickles." Bunny frowned, not sure what sickles were. She followed him onto the bus, and stood behind the driver's seat.
"This is our driver Ernie Prang."
Bunny smiled kindly at the older man, as he gave her a wave. "Bunny Moon." She handed Stan some money, and moved away from the door as it closed.
The bus was unlike she had ever seen. Instead of seats, there were bunks, and the walls were lined with lit candles. It was like something out of a fantasy book.
Stan pointed to a bed near the front, and stated, "You 'ave this one." Bunny nodded, and thanked him as she took a seat. "Take er away, Ern."
She let out a yelp of surprise, when there was a loud bang, and she was thrown off the bed by the lurch of the bus. She hit the floor on the other side of the bed, with the thud.
Slightly dizzy, she pulled herself up, and looked out the dark windows. They were flying down a street she couldn't recognize.
"Pretty spectacular eh? Was enchanted the first time I road, now its just routine." The voice which came from behind her, was very feminine, but elderly.
Bunny looked over, to see an old woman, with green skin, and wrapped in a cloak of some kind.
The old woman nodded her head to the window, "Funny how muggles never hear this old thing. Something like they don't listen, or don't look close enough.
"There you are Madam Marsh." There was a loud bang, and the bus careened to a halt. The old woman nodded her thanks, and slowly took the stairs. Once outside, Stan tossed her trunk out after her.
Bunny waved, as there was another Bang, and the Bus took off.
Looking back outside, she watched as the bus barreled down the street. She stared dumbstruck, as telephone poles, mail boxes, cars, and even trees moved out of the buses way, before going back to their places.
It was the strangest thing, to see a tree jump out of the ground, to move for a speeding bus, and then reroot itself in the ground.
Yawning, Bunny crawled into the bed, and shut her eyes. It was late, and she was really tired.
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There was a loud bang, and then someone was shaking her. Bunny opened her eyes to find herself still on the knight bus. Stan was standing over her, a smile still on his face.
"We 'ere, Bunny Moon."
Bunny sat up, and looked out the window. It was daylight, looked late enough in the morning to have people walking about.
She climbed out of bed, and started for the door. "Thanks for the ride." She flashed them a bright smile, as she bounded down the steps.
Stan waved, "Bye Bunny Moon. See you."
Bunny stood on the sidewalk, as the familiar sounding bang, and the knight bus was gone.
She was standing outside a grubby looking pub. She remembered the street, and the bookstores on either side, but she didn't remember the bar. And she was sure, if she had been walking by, she wouldn't have taken a second look at it, or might even not have seen it. It was there, and yet it wasn't.
It was a strange feeling, and not one she wanted to dwell on. Glancing at her watch, she noted the time. It was turning seven am.
Looking over, she suddenly realized, she wasn't alone, as she had thought. When she had first stepped off the bus, it was like there was no one around, but now, as she stood there, she could see people passing her.
Bunny pulled out her letter, and reread what it had. She needed to find a man named Tom.
With a shrug, she headed inside. She wasn't too impressed on her first glance at the place. It was very dark, and smelled musty. Most of the people inside were old, like two women sitting in the back, enjoying a glass of dark liquid in a clear wine glass. A man sitting near the entrance was nursing a beer, and there was a sneer on his unshaven face.
Bunny sucked in a deep breath. The pub smelled of rotting wood, cigarette smoke, and whiskey.
Near the back of the pub, was a long counter, which lined most of the far wall. Behind the counter, was an old bartender, with a balding head, and when he smiled, it was obvious he was missing many teeth.
Nervous, she head to the back, where the Bartender eyed her, with sharp beady black eyes. When she stopped in front of him, he asked, "Yea, can I help you little girl?"
Bunny flushed bright red, and directed her eyes to her feet. "I'm.I'm looking for Tom."
The bartender's steely gaze narrowed, "I'm Tom."
The blonde looked up at him, as she nervously held out her letter. "I was told to come talk to you. I'm shopping for.for my first year at Hogwarts."
Tom's eyes scanned the letter briefly, before his greasy wrinkly old face spread into a horrid grin, "Well why didn't you say so in the first place. You must be Bunny. I was told you would be visiting some time soon."
His eyes looked her over carefully, before he jerked his head towards the door behind him. "Through there. Head on back, and you'll find yourself in a dead end. Above the trashcan, count the bricks. Three up, and two across. That brick you tap three times, and you'll be led to Diagon alley."
Bunny glanced at the door, as she folded her letter, and stuffed it into her pocket. "Thank you Tom." She waved, as she headed to the back door.
She slipped out into the brisk morning air. She found herself in a dead end, like the bartender had told her.
She noted the trashcan, and counted up three bricks, and then counted two across. "I hope this works."
She tapped the brick three times, and waited. She stepped back in alarm, as the brick she had touched, trembled, and a small hole appeared. She watched in shock, as the hole grew bigger, forming into a doorway, just big enough for her to fit through.
She felt a tug in her heart, as she stepped through the entrance. She jumped, when the bricks behind her, formed back into a wall, locking her away from the human world.
She stared at the bricks, wishing she could just head back home, where it was safe, where she understood everything that was around her. But it was already too late; she was here, here at Diagon alley.
Bunny slowly turned around, and was faced with an unusual site. It reminded her of a market place, with quaint little shops, and people filling the streets, shopping.
She followed the alley, pushing and shoving her way through. She wasn't sure where she should go first, but in order to buy, she needed money.
"How am I going to get money to buy all this stuff?" She pulled out her letter, dropping her key as she did so.
She heard it hit the floor with a clang. Frowning, she bent over, and picked it up. As she stood, she bumped into someone.
"Watch where you're."
"Sorry about that." She didn't look up, but instead, looked at the list of supplies, as she continued walking.
She stopped, and looked up to see where she had ended up. The alley split into a fork. One continued straight, while the other pathway took a turn to the left, going down.
A bell jingled next to her, and looking over, she found herself standing outside a large building. Looking up, she spotted a sign. 'Gringotts Wizarding Bank.'
She stood outside it, her mouth opened in awe. Who would have guessed they had their own bank.
Figuring this was a good a place to start than any, she started up the steps. She paused outside the door, to read the sign. The words were warning people from breaking into the bank, and almost sounded like a threat.
Bunny pushed the door open, and stepped into the cool aired building. It wasn't until she stepped into the nice breeze that she realized how hot it had gotten outside.
Looking around, Bunny got her first look at a real goblin. Not just one goblin either, but a mob of them. Over a hundred goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter in front of her. Some were writing, others were weighing jewels, while more were studying gems with eyeglasses.
Cautiously, she moved to a goblin that looked free of customers. He peered down at her through his spectacles, "Yes?"
Bunny paled slightly, as the sound of annoyance in the goblins voice. She hadn't even done anything, and he was already upset with her.
She looked over, wondering if there was another goblin free, she could talk with. Hopefully one that was nicer.
"You have you're key miss?"
Bunny looked up at the goblin, and then glanced down at the golden key in her hand. Hesitantly, she held it up to him, "I only have this one on me sir."
The goblin swiped it from her fingers, and inspected it closely. "Seems to be in order. I'll fetch someone to take you to your vault. Griphook!"
The blonde haired girl frowned, "I have a vault?"
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Bunny emerged from Gringotts an hour and a half later, with a sack full of coins. Who would have guessed, she had her own vault filled with gold coins, gems and jewels.
She felt surer of herself, than she had when she had first arrived. She pulled out her list of supplies, and inspected what would be the best thing to shop for first.
The top of the list was a uniform. She looked up at the stores around her, and spotted 'Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions.'
Shrugging, at the odd name for a clothing store, she headed inside. The first thing she met with, was an old woman, dressed all in mauve. She had a big smile on her face, and her eyes sparkled with kindness. "Hogwarts, dear?"
Bunny nodded, and pointed at her list, "Um, I need all of this."
The woman, who Bunny assumed was Madam Malkin, ushered her into the store. "Yes yes, I have another young girl being fitted up just now, in fact."
Bunny was led to the back of the shop, and was forced to stand on a footstool.
Madam Malkin slipped a robe over her head, and went to work on Bunny's uniform.
Bunny turned her head to the side, to see who was with her in the small shop. "Hey, are you going to Hogwarts too?"
The girl standing next to her nodded, a soft smile on her face. "Yes. Mother is very happy I was invited to Hogwarts."
The young girl had light blue hair, and bright blue eyes. "Mother is right now shopping for all of my books. I wish she would have let me come." The girl frowned slightly, "But I need to get my robes done."
Bunny nodded, and held out her hand, "Well I'm Bunny Moon, it's a pleasure to meet you." The girl next to her smiled shyly, "Ami, Ami Waters."
Ami took Bunny's hand, and firmly shook it. Bunny turned back, glancing down at the black robes she wore.
Madam Malkin smoothed a hand down the clothe, "That's you done, deary. You may leave."
Bunny hopped down from the stool, and paid the woman the amount for the robes, and other items she needed. Turning to leave, she waved to Ami, "Bye Ami!" She hurried out of the door, as she called over her shoulder, "See you at Hogwarts!"
Bunny entered the alley once more, and looked down at her list of things to buy.
The next shop she went to was Flourish and Blotts, where she bought eight new books for the classes she had to take. It didn't take her long to find all the books she needed, since barely anyone was in the store.
Next she stopped at the Cauldron Shop, and bought her pewter standard size 2, even though the gold one looked more appealing.
One her way back through Diagon alley, she bought her crystal phial, telescope, and brass scale.
Following the road, she found herself outside Ollivanders. All she had left to buy was a wand, and an animal of her choice.
She stepped into the store, and found herself in a wand store.
She smirked the thought was mildly funny. Shopping for a wand?
Bunny shook her head, as she scanned the tiny shop. There was a chair near the door, which seemed to have seen better days. And in front of her was a counter. Behind the counter, were boxes, shoebox sizes stacked to the ceiling.
She leaned closer, wondering what might be inside them.
"Good afternoon Miss Moon. I didn't expect you till later, but I believe now is a good time as any." A short old man, with wide pale eyes, was standing behind her as he replaced wands back into boxes.
"Looking for a wand that suits you eh?" He moved behind the counter as he added, "I knew your mother well. Tough one there. For once, in my career, I couldn't find a wand for someone. She had to make her own from scratch. Hope I have better luck with you."
The door to the shop opened, and Bunny felt two more people step into the shop. She heard the creep of a chair, the one near the door. She heard it groan beneath something heavy.
"I'll be right with you. Now Miss Moon, lets start with this wand." He handed her the wand, he had been holding.
Attentively, Bunny took the wand. "Go ahead, give it a wave." She nodded, and raised the wand up.
"No, no, no." He snatched the wand from her, "Lets try another one." He placed the wand back into its box, before he ducked behind the counter. He searched the boxes, looking for a certain one. "Lets see.ah yes let's try this one."
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Bunny yawned, feeling the strain of being on her feet most of the day. She had spent about an hour looking for wands, and so far no such luck.
Olivander shook his head, "I don't believe it, I've gone through every wand in this here store." He looked at the mess, where wands littered the floor in piles.
He shook his head, "Just as stubborn as your mother." He continued to shake his head.
Bunny sighed, "Does that mean I have to make my own wand?" She didn't like the sound of that, or the idea she might have to search another store for a wand."
"Mr. Olivander, why don't you give this wand a try?" The soft, but arrogant voice came from the back of the room, and Bunny suddenly realized she had been holding them up for the passed hour.
"Ah yes, yes indeed. Thought I'd never get to try this one. But lets give it go shall we."
Mr. Olivander moved to the front of the room, and retrieved a wand, before he came back to her. "Yes, here we go."
Bunny looked at the wand he held delicately in his hands. "Willow and unicorn hair, ten and three quarter inches long." She studied the old wand, noting the chips, and the worn through look it held.
"Cant remember who made it, but I remember them saying there was something added to the wand. Well give it a go will yeh."
He handed her the wand, and Bunny felt heat seep into her fingertips. Olivander nodded, "Yes, yes."
She lifted the wand, and waved it downward in an arch. Light shot out of the end of the wand, and snapped like firecrackers. Her face broke out into a grin, as Olivander clapped with joy. "Very good, Miss Moon, very good."
Bunny pulled out her heavy pouch full of coins, her face still glowing with joy. She got a wand!
Olivander sighed, "Bout time we found you a wand. Almost feared I'd have to lend you the recipe on how to make your own. You are as tough as your mother was Miss. Moon."
Bunny smiled sheepishly, as she paid the man the cost of her wand. "Thank you very much Mr. Olivander."
He shook his head, "Not a bother, not a bother. Now off with yeh, got a mess to clean up." Bunny looked at all the wands, "Do you want any help."
He waved her off, shaking his head, before he directed his eyes over her shoulder, "All right then, Mr. Malfoy, welcome."
Bunny froze at the name. "It couldn't be." It was impossible, the Malfoy family here, in the same store as her. Slowly, she turned around, and came face to face with a boy her age.
He had pale blond hair slicked back from his pretty face, and bright blue eyes. He had pale skin, and was dressed in his robes like herself. He held a sneer on his face that sent chill up along her spine.
"Miss Moon?"
Bunny was jolted from her thoughts, and turned to look at Mr. Olivander. He waved a hand to the two customers in the room. "You know of Mr. Malfoy, and young Mr. Malfoy, eh?"
She looked back at the boy, and found him glaring at her.
Quickly, she looked away, and she stuffed the box with her wand in it, into the bag she had her books in.
"Moon?"
Bunny frowned, as the same voice as before echoed through the small shop. She moved her gaze from the floor, to another man in the room.
The man was tall, and lean, dressed in elegant black robes. In his right hand, he held a cane that looked expensive, all in its self.
His face was narrow, with a slightly pointy nose. He was staring coldly at her, his cool gray eyes narrowed with suspicion. His hair was white, like the boys, but much longer.
"Bunny Moon?"
Bunny looked at the man, feeling unnerved. How could he know who she was? "Yes?" The white haired man smirked, "Well, well, well, what a pleasure. See Draco, there is another famous witch out there besides Potter."
Bunny went red in the face, "F-F-famous? L-like Harry P-Potter?" She shook her head vigorously, "You must be wrong sir." She ducked her head, trying to make herself as small as possible.
"No one is as famous as Mr. Potter." She chanced a glance at the boy, only to find him staring at her, with an intrigued gaze. She gasped, her body going warm all over with embarrassment. "I-I have to g-go sir."
She hurried passed them, nearly running to the door. "But Miss Moon." She heard Mr. Olivander call after her, but she didn't turn around.
Bunny shook her head, and left the shop quickly. She was shaking all over, as she stepped out into Diagon alley once more.
Her as famous as Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived? Impossible, she was a parentless child, who lived in a basement beneath a candy shop, and dreamed of better days.
That's all she ever was, and all she ever would be.
How could someone like herself be famous, and not know about it?
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"Hey Bunny welcome back! Did you have fun at that new school of yours?"
The blonde looked up, slightly startled to find Vicki still hanging around. The red haired girl was seated at a table outside the shop. When she had seen the blonde, she had leaped to her feet, a bright smile on her face.
Bunny glanced down at her watch, and noted how early it still was. But usually they closed up the shop early on Tuesdays, and took Wednesdays off.
"It was okay. Thank you for covering for me." She was suddenly grateful; that she had stuffed everything she'd bought into her new trunk, before getting off the knight bus.
Vicki waved it off, "No biggie. So what did ya buy?" The red haired girl curiously peered over Bunny's shoulder to get a better look.
"Just my supplies." She started for the shop, and called over her shoulder, "I'll see you Thursday."
Vicki whirled after her, "Speaking of Thursday." Bunny sighed, and shook her head. She should have known there was a reason why Vicki would wait for her.
"Can you cover for me? Frank wants to take me out."
Bunny glanced at the older girl, and nodded, "Sure Vicki. G-night." Bunny pushed open the door, and disappeared inside the shop.
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Hey everyone. Tyvm for all the reviews. Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I like it, cause well I sort of introduce Draco, and his father, plus an added character. The other senshi are in this story, inners and outers. No Darien. Unless you want him in the story, then I think I can squeeze him in.
Vote for couples.
Harry/Bunny: 5 and he's off in the lead like usual
Draco/Bunny: 1 LOSER!!!!! Hahaha srry couldn't help myself. LUV ya Draco!!!!
Ron/Bunny: 2 hahaha Ron is kicking Draco's ass. Go get 'em tiger!!! Woot!
And for something different, and if you want. Snape/Bunny:
Right now I have a triangle going on, but you can decide whom she chooses. C(= Review questions!!!!
Christina: I have put that into consideration. And have done what I believe is somewhat original. I think I have only seen one story that has put her in the house, and I think all of you will agree with me. I have placed each senshi in the houses I see fit for them. Some will be Quidditch player, others not. I think Bunny will be a seeker, but I'm not sure. I'll think about it some more.
Callisto Star: Her mother, well its sort of a secret, but it will come out, soon. Since I am rewriting all seven or so books, when they come out and all, her mother will be revealed, and Bunny will take on an important role. And I do have to say, her father, is all original. I don't think anyone has come up with the plan I have for Bunny's father. Its perfect!!! Why was she murdered? Well I can't say much on this subject, because the answer is the plot of my story. Lets just say, there are subtle hints; I think is chapter 4-6, one of those three I think. Can't remember. It's a little hint, if you can figure it out, well you can pick your prize, I don't have much, but I'm sure I can whip something up. I don't think I will hook up all the senshi. As for hooking Bunny with Neville, I don't think I could if I wanted to. Not a Neville fan sorry. But I plan to make most of this story original. I do plan to make a triangle, or rectangle whatever romance. Where several guys show a liking to Bunny. Some it wont be more than admiration, while others.well. Hehe wait and see.
Water Angel: Yes the Candy shop owner is a witch. He/she not sure yet, is a dear friend to Bunny's mom. When her mother died, the owner took Bunny in, on one condition, if Bunny worked there, to pay rent and stuff.
Brightness: Thank you so much!!!!! That makes it easier to fit this character into the story. And for all of you to know, all Slytherins are decedents of people who worked for Voldemort in my story. Well except for one. Hehe
To the rest, thank you for the votes, and liking my story. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. LP signing out