**Author's Note- ARGH!! Silly fanfiction dudes and dudettes locked my uploads because of something I did, but they wont tell me what!! So how do I know what I shouldn't do next time if they don't tell me? HONESTLY! Anyway, I'll get on with this next chapter so that by the time Sarah comes back from her bath I can send it to her to Beta-ise!

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Chapter 3- Diagon Alley!

It was hard for Hermione to say goodbye to all her friends in America, her best friend Jessica came over and helped her pack up all her stuff, before they both ended up on the floor looking through photo albums crying.

Finally after she'd used some magic to help her pack, they had one final girls night out that started at the mall, where Hermione bought lots of cool new clothes to take with her to her new home. Then they all went to the movies and then out to dinner before hitting some clubs and eventually crawling into bed at Jessie's Dad's place at 4am.

When she woke up the next morning Hermione's head was pounding and she could actually distinguish loud thumps and bangs that sounded like someone pounding on wood.

Then suddenly as she parted her eyes a little further and got used to the light that streamed in from the living room window she realised there was someone banging on wood! There was someone at the front door.

She looked over at Jessie who was lying with her face down into the pillow; Hermione gently rolled her over and saw that she was fast asleep. Hermione didn't want to open the door at somebody else's house, but Jessie's dad was at work and everyone else was asleep! And the person at the door was still pounding on it.

Sighing, she sat up and rubbed some sleep out of her eyes and pulled her messy bed-hair into a ponytail.

She got up and walked down to the front door, wishing she'd never convinced Jessie's Dad to let his house elves go free.

She opened the door and squinted immediately as the sunlight poured into the dark room.

It was far too early in the morning for sunlight! After her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked at the people, who had been waiting at the door, it was her mother and father!

"Mum, Dad? What are you doing here? It's like..." she looked down at the gold watch on her wrist, "11:15! Crap! I didn't mean to sleep that long! Sorry mum I'll just grab my stuff!" Hermione dashed off, ignoring the stern look her mother had given her.

She ran back into the living room and pulled a white boob tube over her head covering the bra she slept in. she untied her hair and pulled a brush through it before throwing it into her bag along with her pillow and teddy bear and camera! As she walked around the living room to find all her things she 'accidentally-on-purpose' tripped over her friends and kicked them lightly in the head, causing them to wake up.

She picked up her mobile phone off the floor and tucked it into the waistband of her baggy tracksuit pants while she tried to pull her socks and trainers on. She said one last goodbye to all her drowsy friends before running through the kitchen and grabbing an apple then running out the door.

"Hermione, we told you to be ready by 10! You promised you wouldn't drink last night because you knew we had a lot to do today!" her mother scolded as Hermione threw her things into their Muggle car and drove to their house for one last time.

When they got to their house, Hermione saw that all their furniture and stuff was already gone. Her mother noticing that she was looking around, explained.

"I sent our stuff over on a airplane, is that what muggles call that thing that flies? Well yeah, I sent our stuff over by that last night it should be there when we get there, we just have to pick it up from the airport!" she said, as she pushed Hermione to the fire-place.

"We're floo-ing to the Ministry of Magic in Britain because I have to go into work today while you and your mother go shopping for your school things!" said her father as he pointed his wand at the fireplace and lit a small fire.

He stepped into the fireplace and called "Ministry of Magic is Britain!" as he threw the dust down into the flames that suddenly flickered green.

She stepped in after her father and repeated what he'd said, getting one last look at her birth home before she shot out of a fireplace in the large room she'd been in the day before.

She got up onto her feet and dusted herself down before looking around for her father. She saw him waving at her then bustling off towards a lift on the other end of the room. She stood and waited until her mother stepped graciously out of the fireplace she had just been thrown out of. Then they walked out of the building together and down the street to the entrance to Diagon Alley.

Hermione had read all about Diagon Alley in a wizard tourist book about Britain that she'd bought the day before. It was a very busy wizard street full of shops that were usually full of things for children going back to school. She couldn't wait to see what it was like, from the pictures it looked very busy indeed and very exciting!

They walked down the streets of London until they came to a very dingy looking pub. The sign on the door said "The Leaky Cauldron" and Hermione had read that this is the main entrance into Diagon Alley.

Hermione was bubbling with excitement as they walked into the bar and through to the back room. They walked through towards a brick wall where they would get through to Diagon Alley.

Her mouth touched her wand on a pattern of bricks and Hermione stood back and watched in amazement as a archway unfolded in front of them.

"Wow!" she breathed; it looked just like the picture in her book.

They walked through the street, stopping at shops to but the things she needed for her new school.

While she was at the bookshop called 'Florish and Botts' she bought a really cool looking book called 'Hogwarts, A History' which was all about her new school.

After a long shopping day they made their way back into the bookshop 'Florish and Botts' and floo-ed to their new home.

Stepping out of the fireplace as graciously as she could, Hermione looked around at the living room she'd just entered. It was large with high ceilings, and beautiful dark carpet. Hermione could tell it was something of a mansion, but too exhausted to explore it all she carried her shopping up the stairs and pushed open the closest door she could find.

It was a big bedroom, and her white metal 4-post bed was already in there, along with most of her other furniture from her old room. Dumping her bags at the door she collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep!

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A/n: What ya think?