A/N: I hope everyone likes this. I was thinking how amazing it would be to live in Harry Potter's world, and especially to meet Dumbledore and Snape, etc. so I just went out and did it! Or rather, I typed it. This is my rendition of what it would be like to find out you are magical, and never have known. And of course, what it would be like to meet the undeniably sexy Professor Snape. There are obvious twists and turns from my life, but you gotta do what you gotta do it you want a half-decent plot. So here we go!

Albus Dumbledore

"I am afraid, Miss Fraser, that you are indeed a witch."

I froze. Obviously it was that man, Albus Dumbledore, but how did he know my name? I poked my head out to the main room, but was unprepared for what I saw. Standing in the archway was a very old man, dressed in plain black robes with a pointy midnight blue hat covered in stars. Stars…. they were twinkling. Actually twinkling at me from his hat. That was impossible!

"How did you know my name? I told Tom that my name was Rhiannon."

He chuckled gently, and suddenly I felt more at ease than I had before I'd even entered this strange place. "Miss Fraser, do forgive me for startling you, but in answer to your question, it is my business to know. Some seem to think that I know everything, but that is not the case at all. I am often left wondering why no one can see the value in giving warm woolen socks as Christmas presents. That, however, is irrelevant to the matter at hand. What is important, Miss Fraser, is how you came to be in the Leaky Cauldron." He left off there, as if waiting for me to fill in the rest, and I did not disappoint.

"I was just walking through London, when I noticed it. Or should I say, it jumped out at me. I had given a glance at the book and record stores when all of a sudden it just seemed to be there. It looked odd, but sort of interesting, so I decided to take a look. It seemed like no one else could see it but me." I stopped and he immediately picked up.

"That is because no one else could see it. You see, Miss Fraser, this establishment can only be seen by those who are witches and wizards. Before you protest, yes, they are real, as is magic. It may not seem possible, but I assure you it is. Normally, at a much younger age, the closest magical school to you would have contacted you and made you aware of the fact that you are a witch by nature. Am I correct in assuming that you are from America?"

"Yes. This can't be possible. You say that a school would have tried to contact me… I don't know how that would have been possible. I've lived in an orphanage for as long as I can remember. They told me that my parents had died, that I had no living relatives, and that the only thing they knew about me was my name. Rhiannon Elladora Fraser. It's an odd name, to be sure, especially for the U.S., but maybe this explains it."

Dumbledore nodded. "I know this is difficult for you to comprehend, but hopefully the shock won't be too much for you. If, at any time, you feel this is too much for you, please let me know, and we'll see what can be done."

I smiled. I was really beginning to like this man. He seemed to be very much alive and alert for his seemingly ancient visage. There was something about his eyes that made him seem younger. "So… now that I know this, what happens? Do I just go back to my life? I don't see how I can stay here. I mean…" I looked down, finding myself embarrassed. "I'm only in London on a scholarship. Like I said, I was in an orphanage all my life. They sent me to school, but the only way for me to go to college was to get a scholarship. The one I got happened to be here, and who was I to complain. The thing is, that pays for everything. And, as I don't really have time for a job, I don't… have any money to call my own." I finished my little pity party by sitting down unceremoniously on the bed, which was rather squashy.

Afraid to look at the old man –no, the old wizard – I stared at my feet until I heard his next words. "Miss Fraser, money is not an issue right now. It is far more important that you learn who you are. Admittedly, there are some elements to your education that are costly, but not so many that it can't be overlooked. I will make a deal with you. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you. Come with me, and learn about the wizarding world. Meet others like yourself. Learn all that you can, and work to the best of your ability. If you do all these things for me, I shall be more than happy to provide you with the necessities along the way."

I had been watching him as he spoke, and everything he was saying seemed to good to be real. I sat for a few minutes, letting what he had just sink in. "I don't really have anyone in my life to come back to, but does this mean I'll be in the wizarding world forever?"

Again he chuckled. "Not at all, Miss Fraser, not at all. In fact, once you are settled in comfortably, you'll find that you will have many occasions to travel into the Muggle world."

"The Muggle world?"

"Muggles are people who are not magical, not witches or wizards. That is what we call them at any rate. Miss Fraser, let me warn you of something here and now. In our world there is as much prejudice as there is in yours. Only, it is of a different breed. You see, some families have all magical members, and they are called pureblood families. Others have, for example, a husband who is a wizard, and a wife who is a Muggle. Their offspring would be what we call half-bloods. That in itself is not a bad thing; someone who has a Muggle background is no less powerful than any pureblood. There are also some who have lived as Muggles their entire lives, and their whole families are Muggles, but turn out to be witches and wizards. This is not your case, as far as I can tell. I will have to do some research into your family's history. However, my point is that some of the older pureblood families hold more… selective values. Meaning that they do not hold half-bloods, or muggleborns, as their equals. There is no truth behind this prejudice, just ancient grudges held into present times. I warn you now that some may consider you to be among this group simply because you were raised in the Muggle way, even though you don't know what your heritage is. Try not to become upset at anything untoward, for it is just the way of some."

"Mr. Dumbledore, I think I'll be ok, I've faced equally nasty things just from being who I am in the… "Muggle" world. I think I'll be ok."

"Wonderful. First order of business, as you know, I am Albus Dumbledore. I am the Headmaster at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. However, you may call me Professor, for I was once a teacher."

Professor Dumbledore continued to tell me about Hogwarts, and the teachers there. He told me of Quidditch, which sounded fascinating though I'd be hard pressed to try a broom, and the Ministry of Magic, which sounded much better than my government in America. In general the whole wizarding world seemed to be much more personal than anything I'd ever known. He also told me of Dark magic, and, finally, after telling me the many horrors that had once occurred during the reign of Voldemort, who had recently been defeated, he paused.

I looked up at him, wondering why he had stopped. He smiled at me. "Perhaps you would care to have something to eat with me in Diagon Alley? I'm sure you must be hungry by now."

"Food would be great, but what exactly is Diagon Alley?" I wondered if this was a little street that had a great place to eat.

"Come, Miss Fraser, and I shall show you the first of many wonders you will find upon your entrance into wizarding society."

And the end of first person POV. Yay!!!! Back to third person POV in the next chappie!