Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. Harry. Potter. Clear enough? Oh, and for future chapters, I don't own the songs unless I say so. I'll put more specific things in later. I only own… myself, really.

A/N: OK, just so you know, this is really not how I, or my friends, actually act. I'm just basing their characters loosely on their personalities, likes/dislikes, etc., but for instance, all of them would be a lot more sympathetic around Sara (me). Jessi got mad at me for making her like that. Oh, and Sara is hyper in this chapter because I got really bored with writing her all sad and stuff, so I decided that for the meantime, she's hyper and happy. Let's just say that she's still sad, but it's buried (I know that would never happen in real life, and I wouldn't be like that, but I was getting tired of Sara being like that. Capeesh?).

I'm putting lots of stuff about us in there though, not a lot yet, but a lot of "Remember when…?"s and flashbacks about stuff that actually happened to us. Oh, and this is kind of my online diary type thing, so if I paint one character bad for a chapter, I probably got into a fight with them or something, or if a chapter is sad, I'm probably depressed, meaning I just got into yet another fight with my parents (which happens quite often).

Oh, I almost forgot. Amazing news! I took a Mary-Sue Litmus test on my characters in here (from ) and I got a well-developed character! Amazing, huh? I'm not a MS! *goes off dancing*

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If there was one thing that Sara loved more than Harry Potter, it was shopping. Both Harry Potter and shopping (shopping for HP stuff) combined, she was ecstatic. Shopping in the Harry Potter world, and she was hyper. Her hyperness rivaled everybody else's, although her family had died. Shopping was her cure-all.

Tonks had resigned herself to taking three hyper girls and one depressed girl, but when she saw Sara jumping up and down on the balls of her feet, she almost turned back.

"Come on, Nymphy!" Roni called. Tonks groaned. She could tell that it was going to be a long day. She shot a pleading look at Dumbledore, who only smiled at her.

"Fine. We'll Floo to the Leaky Cauldron and go from there," Tonks said crossly, "And it's TONKS. Not Nymphadora, not Nymphy, TONKS."

"OK, Nym," Sally said, grinning devilishly. Tonks clenched her teeth and said nothing, only turned abruptly and started walking towards the Great Hall. The girls caught up to her quickly but fell behind, talking. Just then, Sara had an idea.

"Nym" she called. The older witch turned with a sigh.

"What?"

"Can we see you do your Metamorphagus thing? I mean, you do it for the Weasleys, Hermione, and Harry at dinner at the HQ often enough, so why not us?" Sara wheedled.

"How did you… never mind, I don't want to know. And no, not now," Tonks answered.

"If you're Sirius' second cousin, or WERE poor Siri's second cousin, and Siri was Harry's godfather, what relation does that make you in relation to Harry?" Jessi wanted to know, "And if that doesn't make you related, and 'pure-blooded' families are often intermarried, then you would technically be related to Harry, right? And if the Weasleys are pure-blooded too, then would Ron be related to Harry?"

"ARGH!" Tonks screamed, "Stop asking so many questions! I've never bothered to trace my family back, my mother's side was trash-"

"Except for Sirius and Siri's uncle," Roni interrupted.

"Except for Sirius," Tonks agreed, "Anyway, I don't know about my relation to Harry, or Harry's relation to Ron."

"You know what?" Sally asked, "I just realized that if the Potters are pure-blooded, and the Malfoys obviously are, then in FanFictions, Draco/Harry slash could never really happen. I mean, not only is it illegal, it's incest too!"

All the girls laughed hysterically at this pronouncement.

"I knew there was a reason that I never liked slash!" Sara choked out. This made the girls laugher harder, while Tonks looked on confusedly. The girls managed to calm down mostly about ten minutes later. They continued to walk down to the Great Hall where the fireplace was, still with the occasional fit of giggles.

Tonks took out her wand and said Accio Floo Powder! A flowerpot filled with Floo Powder zoomed into her hand.

Everybody took a handful of the blue powder and proceeded as before. All the girls thought about trying to go somewhere else (think Knockturn Alley or Number 12, Grimmauld Place, or to their houses), but decided against it.

"All right girls, we have a set schedule, so we have to hurry and LISTEN TO ME!" Tonks screeched. The girls looked up from where they were whispering about a group of cute boys a few feet away. "OK, now that you're listening, we're going to Madam Malkin's first for robes." (A/N: Just so you know, Tonks doesn't hate the girls or anything, she's just irritated because they're so hyper and she doesn't want to have to take them shopping, and then there's the Nym/Nymphy thing that she hates… and pretty much, they can push her buttons and are doing a good job of it)

The quintet set off through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. They entered and a short, squat witch bustled up to them.

"Good evening, Madam Malkin," Tonks greeted the witch, "These girls need robes. Hogwarts."

"Of course, everybody needs them this time of year. And what might your names be?" Madam Malkin said.

"I'm Sara, that's Jessica, that's Sally, and that's Veronica," Sara answered.

"Of course. Now let's get all of you fitted," the witch said. She spent the better part of an hour fitting all the girls (A/N I know it would take longer but just bear with me, please). Finally, they emerged from the shop, bags in hand.

"Where now, Nym?" Jessi asked, hefting the bags in her hand to a more comfortable position, "Can we please go to Ollivanders? I really need to levitate these things. I know students aren't allowed to do magic on the holidays, but Hermione did magic before she came to Hogwarts and didn't get in trouble. So we can just use the excuse that we haven't gone to Hogwarts yet if the Ministry catches us."

"We can go to Ollivanders, but you may not levitate the bags, if the Ministry catches you using magic on the holidays with me as your currant guardian, I'll get fired," Tonks said.

The girls agreed not to use magic in Diagon Alley, but each girl was thinking Just wait until we get to Hogwarts.

(I was thinking of ending the chapter here, but I really want to get their whole Diagon Alley experience done in one chapter, that way I can get to when they meet Harry faster. That part will be so fun to write!)

The girls and Tonks walked to Ollivanders. It was a shabby shop and a bell tinkled as they walked through the door. Mr. Ollivander was standing there, as if he were waiting for them.

"Hello," he said softly.

"Hi!" Roni said brightly, "We've come for our wands, obviously. We're on a time constraint, so could you please get measuring?"

"Of course, of course," Mr. Ollivander replied, "Which arm is your wand arm?"

"Right," Roni answered impatiently. The magical tape measurer did its thing while Mr. Ollivander looked for wands. He found a likely one and walked back to where Veronica was standing.

"Oak, phoenix feather, ten inches," he said, giving the wand to her to try out. She waved it and a window broke.

"No, no, not this one… here," he said, snatching the first wand back and thrusting another wand into her hand, "Ash and dragon heartstring, twelve inches."

She waved it and a myriad of colors trailed out from it.

"Perfect, perfect," Mr. Ollivander murmured, putting the wand back in its box and giving it to Roni.

Jessi and Sara went though much the same procedure, Jessi taking five tries and eventually ending up with a wand made out of rowan and a phoenix feather, eleven inches long, and Sara getting lucky on the first try with a wand of willow and unicorn hair, ten inches long (A/N That's my wand from the official website of Harry Potter. It's also my favorite wand, the wand that I would choose even if I had something totally different on the website).

Sally, however, was having a hard time finding a good wand. There was a pile of wands taller than she was on the floor next to her.

"Elm, dragon heartstring, eight inches," Mr. Ollivander said in an exasperated voice, putting the wand in Sally's hand. Sally waved it around but nothing happened.

"Hmm…" Mr. Ollivander murmured softly, gazing around his shop. His eyes lit up as he looked in a corner of the room. He pulled out a wand from a high stack and brought it over to Sally.

"Holly, phoenix feather, ten and a half inches," he said. The girls' eyes widened as the description registered. It was the same wand as Harry Potter had, except for the length!

Sally took it and waved it around. Red and gold sparks shot out of the wand, making everything else dull and dim by comparison. The girls' eyes widened further as they remembered that Harry's wand had the same reaction. (A/N: No, Sally is not Harry's long-lost sister or anything, it has a significance later in the story, but she's not a relative of Harry's or anything. Just a bit of foreshadowing that Sally asked me to put in is all)

The girls all paid for their wands, instructing Mr. Ollivander that the charges were to be sent to Dumbledore's vault, showing him a letter as proof. They were still spooked but waited until they were outside the shop before they exploded.

"OMIGOD! Sally, do you realize what your wand is?" Sara exclaimed.

"Uh-huh," Sally responded. She looked too much in shock to say anything very coherent.

Somehow, the girls managed to get though shopping for cauldrons all right. The big pick-me-up was going to the book store, Flourish and Blotts, where they all went a little crazy buying books (they love to read, what can I say? Their real counterparts love to read too), getting more books than Hermione. The store clerk looked happy as he rang up their order. Once they were outside the shop, Jessi had a good idea.

"Hey! I just remembered! Fred and George's shop is in Diagon Alley! Can we go? Please?" she wheedled. The girls all whined with her until Tonks gave in, after making the girls promise that they weren't going to buy anything ("I don't want you missing lessons of your first year of Hogwarts. You will be extremely far behind, and you need all the schooling you can get." To which the girls answered, "But we already know how to do things! If we could use our wands," glaring at Tonks, "we could show you.").

"Number ninety-three, Diagon Alley, here we come!" Roni cried as the girls set off.

Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes was at the far end of town, so all the cross-country practice really paid off. When the girls got there, panting slightly but not very tired, the shop was full of Hogwarts kids of all ages. They entered with some difficulty and looked around, again with difficulty. It seemed that the Weasley twins were doing very well. The girls spotted a wall full of Skiving Snackboxes, and other wall full of candies that had 'interesting' effects, like Canary Creams. There was even a corner of the story devoted to regular candy, with a plaque dedicating that part to Harry Potter "for financial backing and support". It was just how they had imagined it. They could have stayed for a long time, but Tonks grew impatient and quickly herded them out.

They finished the rest of shopping without great incident, except for the part where the girls wheedled ice cream out of Tonks (she's soft! I wish my parents were like that…) and Roni accidentally dripped hers onto Sara, which led to Sara throwing some of ice cream at Roni, who ducked and the ice cream hit Jessi, who launched some at Sara, who moved just in time and it hit a couple behind them. Eventually, it led to a food fight and lightened everybody's mood (doesn't that sound fun? I gotta add that to my to-do list!)

Finally, it was time for the girls to go back to Hogwarts; plus, Tonks had Auror duty that night (let's say she had the night shift that day). They all trooped back to the Leaky Cauldron, tired but satisfied, and Flooed uneventfully back to Hogwarts, where they all proceeded back to Dumbledore's office.

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