"Disclaimer: don't own anything in the Harry Potter world, I'm just borrowing them, k. Anything else, I guess I'll claim them, they need a good home…*

Walk down memory lane…er…alley

When I woke up, the room was pitch black. For a moment there I was panicked, not knowing where I was, but after a moment, everything came back. Memories of the last couple years coming back to me: loosening most of my money on a stupid mistake, having to come back to this country to get more money, back to all the memories of love and loss. Flicking on a light, I saw it was only 3:00AM. I tried to fall back asleep but found it futile, so I went to the sitting room to watch a bit of TV. With nothing really interesting on, I guess I finally fell back asleep, seeing that when I woke again the sun was shinning into my eyes from the windows.

Dressing in a pair of gray pinstriped dress pants, a stretchy, form fitting, plain white dress shirt. I put my hair in to a loose French twist with tendrils of hair falling down, 'sexy girl, sexy girl' I joked to myself in the mirror. I looked more like I was going for a job interview or for a day at the Law Firm. Grabbing my fitted blazer, I left the Hotel at about 10:30 A.M, directing the taxi driver to take me to the Leaky Cauldron.

At least some things remain constant in the universe. This was all I thought when I saw the grubby little pub that lay before me.  Walking inside, many heads turned to see the lovely business type lady walk in, me of course. Most, I guess were thinking, is she a muggle, seeing I didn't have a cloak on, nor gave any indication that I was a witch. Once realizing this, I flicked my blazer I was wearing with my fingers and it flutter into a long navy cloak. This seemed to make every one happy seeing that they turned around and went about their business.  Not stopping to talk to the business owner who quickly asked if he could help me, I made my way to the back where the entrance to Diagon Alley was. 

"Okay, you remember this, you can do this," I assured myself, trying to remember the combination for the wall and remembering that if I got it wrong, loud sirens and other things would happen. Scratching my head with my wand, I finally remembered *tap tap tap tap tap tap* and the bricks moved to present Diagon Alley.

'Damn, what year is it again?' I though to myself, looking at the dingy and fading signs that hung in front of the aged buildings. There where many people here today, even at this early hour. There were all the wizard and witches going about their day business, school children with their friends and gazing dreamily in the widows at the Qudditch shop. Noting this, I remembered it was early July and school was out. I proceeded on my way and finally walked to the stone steps that led to Gringotts Bank.

I walked up to one of the attending Goblins.

"I'd like to make a withdrawal, I have my key," I said while taking it off my key ring, which also held my car keys and the keys to my apartment in Seattle.

"Yes, one moment," he said gruffly, "and which number would that be?" He said not looking up from his work in front of him.

"Number five," I said simply. On that other had the goblin slowly put down his quill and looked at me with squinty eyes.

"You mean five hundred or five thousand?" he said.

"No just five," I said, starting to get a little annoyed.

"Vault Five," he said loudly. Many of the other goblins looked up.

Apparently, according to the whispers, Vault 5 was notorious at the Gringotts Bank in London. All the goblins would give their left nut just to look inside of it. Greedy little bastards.

My attending goblin got out of his chair and lead me to the door to the vaults.  Seeing that my vault was very close, we didn't have to take the carts.  Besides, I don't thing we'd all fit considering the dozen or so goblins following us.

It looked bigger than the last time I saw it.  I guess they had to make it bigger considering the interest. "We had to put an Expanding Charm on your vault," one of the goblins explained.  Now my vault seemed to be comprised of many smaller vaults, I went to one of these vaults and opened it with my key again.  Inside were piles and piles of gold, silver and bronze. The goblins looked on, in silent awe, I can't really blame then, so was I. To think, there were about 5 more mini-vaults just like this one. 'Pace yourself, okay, it'll still be here…' I commented to myself, walking into the vault.

I pulled out 3 large satchels to place my money in, glancing back to the ten plus goblins that were standing around my vault door, their little eyes not wavering from the glint of thousands of piles of gold.  I reached for my wand and proceeded to full the money bags, the gold galleons flying in a stream into the bags. Once the three back were all filled up I shrank the large bags down to the size of sausage or the size of a male body part, not naming which one though.  As I walked out, the goblins separating in to a path, I turned back to the small goblin that helped me open my vault, I through him one of the now small money bags, "Here, donate that to something, something good, like the Society of Armless, Legless, or Headless Wizards, or St. Mungos. Something like that, your choice." I smiled and walked away.

The sunlight blinded me as I walked out of the bank. 'Might as well have a look around while I'm here." I thought to myself, walking back down Diagon Alley. I saw some little wizarding shops, wizarding wardrobe shops, Quidditch shops, and ah, that book shop, I smiled.

"Professor McGonagall, Professor," I heard a man shout, as I looked through the book shop window, he rushed out of the door onto the main byway of Diagon Alley.

"McGonagall?" I said to myself, I can't be… I turned around swiftly in my spot and saw who the person that shouted was talking to.  Her brownish sliver hair up in a tight bun and had square framed glasses over stern looking eyes, but I could see there was more than meets the eye. She was just leaving the book shop and must have left a book because was looked like the curator of the shop was the one that shouted and he was holding a book. Obvious huh…  She took it and proceeded to walk towards the barrier back to the Leaky Cauldron.

Debating whether or not to go over there, whether it was a good idea to drudge up the past, I though, I owe it to Abby. So I walked as fast as I could through the crowed ally way to catch up with her.

"Minerva McGonagall?" I asked finally catching up to her in front of Olivanders', slightly out of breath. She turned to me, looking annoyed, and then her eyes when huge, extending to their full width, her hand coming over her mouth. She looked as though she was in shock, and I don't blame her, I would be to if I had seen a ghost.

A/N: Thanx for reading, please review, even I you don't want to just put something down so I can know I anyone reads this. It gets lonely being the only person reading the story. This chapter was longer, yeah! Okay byeee.

~Aurora Angel~