Chapter 2



I realized you could be a muggle born witch. What if I could trick Hogwarts into thinking I was one! I could tell them I used to go to Durmstrang or some other wizarding school I could tell them I wanted to transfer! I sent in an E-Owl to the Hogwarts administration telling then I was from Durmstrang. That I wanted to transfer and that I'd see them next year.

After reading about the Leaky Cauldron and how you could only see it by looking for it in the right location. I walked through london until I finally found the location. Sure enough there was a black door. I walked in.

I decided to apply for a job. I would need money to make it in their wizarding world. I was accepted and told to start next week.

I realized I'd have to run away from home. So when I got back home I packed a backpack with some toilettries and under clothes and one other muggle outfit. Witch robes would be the first thing I'd buy with my paycheck. The manager gave me a room about twice as large as my old room. It had a big window open to view Diagon Alley. A place I'd never be able to visit until I got a wand. Magic mostly comes from the wand and heart so I'd probably be able to do a few small spells and open the brick wall the diagon alley. I probably wouldn't be able to get into platform nine and three quarters unless I went in right behind a real wizard/witch. About three months into work I was able to afford some robes to wear and school supplies(including a wand). Hogwarts would start in two weeks.

One evening I was working in my black witch robes with my waist apron over them. I had my pale blond hair braided in a braid that went almost to the back of my knees. I have very long hair. I walked up to one of my tables to find Mr.Malfoy (who was always in the Daily Prophet for his donations) and his son ( who was very sexy looking) . They were sitting with a few witches and wizards a few I recognized and some I did not. I asked," May I get you anything". Mr.Malfoy paused to count the members of his group and said finally said " eight firewhiskeys". His son couldn't be old enough to drink that so I said to the boy my age (Malfoy's son),"Can I see your W.I (wizardind Identification). Since he was not of age he answered "I dont have any". I smiled because I did think he was hot and said "Well l'll trust you this time". He sneered but in a friendly way. Mr.Malfoy nodded approvingly.

I gave their order to Maureen another waitress who would take over for me for the rest of the eve. I had a meeting with Dumbledor to decide my house.