~~~Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling, and I don't write like her, or think like her. None of these characters are my own, except for the ones I made up, so um yeah. -Scrapps.~~~
Julie and her mother had to give up many luxuries and sacrifice many things in order to get enough money to send Julie to Hogwarts. Julie's mom, Mrs. Foster, got 2 other part time jobs as a secretary and a McDonald's chef on top of being a waitress. She would get home very late and become very tired, but she would do it for her daughter. Julie started getting little jobs in the neighborhood, like walking dogs and mowing lawns. She also gave up the ice cream sudaes she had every day after school. But it was all for the belief that Julie could be a person who went from rags to riches.
Mrs. Foster had already written a response to the school, delivering it with the owl that had come with Julie's letter. A man by the name of Rubeus Hagrid was apparantly coming on the 25th of July to take Julie shopping, because, being muggle-born, she and her mother wern't even sure of how she was supposed to get her supplies.
At last, or as it seemed to Julie, the man named Rubeus Hagrid, magically appeared in Julie's small kitchen. Julie called her mother, and Mrs. Foster greeted the giant man warmly.
"Alrigh' then. I'll be takin' Julie wit me. We'll be back in 'few hours.
"Okay," Mrs. Foster said. "I'll see you soon then." Mrs. Foster smiled.
Hagrid led Julie to the living room, and stood by the firplace. Julie was completely confused. How were they going to buy supplis when all they were doing was standing by the fireplace?
"Um, Hagrid? I'm a little confused. Wht are we standing next to a--"
"Shhhh...." he said. "You'll see. We'll be at Diagon Alley faster than you can say Hogwarts."
Hagrid threw something in to the fireplace that looked like powder, and yelled, "DIAGON ALLEY!" He grabbed Julie by the arm, and pulled her into the fireplace with him. She screamed. She was going to burn to death!!! Someone help!! She was going to die!! But she didn't. In fact, it seemed to be that she was, well--flying. How weird, she thought. Is this how all wizards get around?
After 3 minutes, Hagrid and Julie came flying out of another fireplace covered in soot. Julie landed on a chair, and somehow, it didn't break, or she didn't fall off it. SHe suspected use of magic. Hagrid crashed into a table, and it broke into millions of pieces. "Reparo," Hagrid muttered, looking quite embarassed. "I know that wasn' quite a pleasant ride, Julie," he said. "But we got heres anyway, so lemme show 'ya round. We landed in whats' called The Leaky Cauldron, a famous pub, an' by far, mah favorite." Julie looked around. She finally undestood why it was called the Leaky Cauldron when a several drops of water landed on her head and her jeans. She quickly moved out of the spot. "So I'm gon' take you tah' by your wand first, an' then we'll buy all of yeh books," said Hagrid
Then walked into a small, out-of-the-way shop. "Ollivander's Wands--Since 312 B.C." was written in peeling gold letters. Julie felt the familiar feeling of fear wash over her body. An old, balding man stepped out, and said, "Ahhh...Julia Foster. I've been expecting you since Dumbledore first told me the lost one would arise once again...." Lost one? He must've been confused. But that didn't matter. He was old and probably was confusing her with another customer. But she didn't know that Mr. Ollivander didn't make mistakes--at least not when it came to his customers and their wands. Mr. Ollivander started measuring her for a few minutes, until he left to fetch some boxes, but the measuring tapes still kept on measuring. He opened the lids on the boxes, and stopped the measuring tapes with a flick of his wand. "Here," he said. "Oak, dragon heart string, 12 1/2 inches good for charm work. Give it a flick." She felt rather foolish waving around a wand that she didn't even hear what it was made of. In less than 3 seconds he snatched it from her and handed her a new wand. That didn't work either. Julie thought that she was going to have to stay here forver until they found a wand for her. But they did eventually find a wand for her. "Ok, this is the last wand compatible for you. Holly, crystalized phoenix tears, 15 inches. Give it a wave. If it doesn't work...well it will work, or at least I hope." The man's creepy silver eyes showed his fatigue. Julie waved it, and instantly felt a warmth at her fingertips. She felt it move down from her fingertips and into the wand. A purple light blasted out of the tip of the wand in full force. Mr. Ollivander carefully studied her wand. "Wow," he said softly. "That was quite powerful for someone who's never done magic. Well I guess it's just another one of the signs...." Julie paid for her wand and left the shop pondering all the things that Mr. Ollivander had said to her....
Julie and Hagrid bought the rest of the supplies needed to attend Hogwarts, and Julie went home feeling happy, but unsatisfied. It wasn't that she was ungrateful or anything, it was just--well, she wanted so badly to find out what Mr. Ollivander was talking about. But she knew the answer would come in time, just like everything else did. Just like everything else did.
A/N: Alright, so this is my second chapter of Julie's first year at Hogwarts. I'd really love some reviews, so plz, plz, PLZ, just take the time to leave one little comment and tell me what u think. -Scrapps.