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Chapter 8: Diagon Alley.
The next morning Ellouise's head was a lot clearer, even though she was at first a bit confused about where she was. Things seemed better. But she desperately missed her family, they had been her entire life for so long. She couldn't think about them she was in a new life now. Soon she was downstairs eating breakfast with her cousin.
"How are you feeling?" asked Harry as they sat down to the first meal of the day.
"Better." She said smiling across the table at him. "So what's the plan for today?"
"Shopping for school stuff." He told her
"Cool." Oh no she thought. "Harry, I've no money. How can I buy things?" she said worrying.
"That's not a problem. I've got enough for the both of us."
"But Harry, that's your money." She said in guilt. She couldn't take his.
"Ellouise, when I told you I'd take care of you I meant it." He told her seriously.
"Only if you're sure." She said feeling bad still.
"I am." He said laughing at her slightly. "So are we ready to get going?" he said seeing that her plate was empty .
"Yep." She said enthusiastically.
The street was full of people talking excitedly of the new school year as they made their way to Gringotts bank. When they got here Harry asked for a goblin to take him to his vault but then the weirdest thing happened. Just as they were about to leave the desk the goblin stopped them.
"I assume young Miss Ellouise wants her key as well." He said
"No I don't have a vault." She said to the goblin.
"Yes you do miss. Do you really think your parents as great as they were would leave everything to your brother?" He said motioning at Harry.
"What do you mean? Harry's just my cousin." She said in confusion.
"Cousin…" the goblin mused." Well, in that case your aunt and uncle set you up a vault any way. Try holding the key." He said passing it to her.
"See…" said the goblin. "The key did not reject you as it would if the owner did not want you to hold it. Take it Ellouise. They wanted you to have it." Eh told her.
When they go in the cart the cousin looked at each other.
"How did they know I was a witch, Harry? Do you think they set Dudley up a vault?" She looked at him in curiosity.
"I don't know." He murmured. "But something isn't right."
After the bank everything seemed to get better as they went in and out of shops nothing really out of the ordinary happened (well for Diagon ally.) As a birthday present from Harry for the last two years that he had missed he brought her a black kitten who she instantly named lucky. Finally the bit Elle really wanted to do come around. The buying of her very own wand. They walked in to Ollivanders and he crept out from the selves of wands just as he had when Harry first meet him.
"Hello, Miss Dursley." He chuckled. He heard the rumors, oh yes he'd heard them. The poor girl thought she was Lily and James niece. The sweet, naive girl. She had a instant dislike for the man. "I expected you were on your way."
"Did you?" she said shyly intimidated by him.
"Oh yes. I did. I think I have found your wand already young miss. Eleven inches. Swishy and made of willow. Does it sound at all familiar, Master Potter?"
"Yes. Dad's wand was eleven inches long. Mum's was swishy and made from willow."
To Elle's great surprise it was the right wand. She was so like her aunt or mother some would even say. It freaked her out. Then she began to wonder. Was she a Dursley after all or was she the Potter's daughter? Her Hogwarts letter said Dursley. What was she thinking she mused to her self. Her dad would never lie to her. But what about what Hagrid had told her all those years ago. So as she crawled in to her bed again that night she was once again confused.
A/n: yay! Another chapter done. You know what to do. Please . I need more than 2 reviews. Next chapter in 2 weeks-ish. Maybe earlier.
I know the idea about the wand was a bit lame but i needed a way to show a bond between elle and the potters.