A beautiful tawny flew right up to her window and started tapping the glass with its delicate beak. Megan let the owl in through her window and much to her surprise it didn't try to peck her to death. It stuck out its leg and Megan took the parchment off of it. She opened the letter, it read:

Dear Miss Johnson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1st; we await your owl by no later than July 31st.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

When Megan reached into the envelope, two things came out. One was a written note that read:

Due to your unusual circumstances, you will come to the school a week early so the teachers may test you on your magical abilities so they can see which class to put you in. We will send someone along to pick you up on July 25th. Please wait by your fire for our gamekeeper, Rubeus Hagrid. He will take you to Diagon Alley (a wizarding shopping place,) so you may get acquainted with the shops, for you must go there before school starts to get your supplies. Thank you.

Albus Dumbledore (Headmaster)

"Auntie! Did you know I was a witch!" Megan asked her aunt while she walked down the stairs.

"Well, I suspected you might be, seeing as your parents were. So, I guess it's time to give you the book of spells. It should help you before school starts."

"Bu-" Megan started.

"This house has a spell on it so the ministry can't track down any spells cast by the people that live in it. So you can practice them freely." When she finished saying this, she handed a book to Megan that was very thick. On the inside cover, it had the initials G.G. Wondering what these stood for, she tried to figure it out. When she couldn't, she cast it to the back of her mind.

Megan opened the book to the first page, it read: Possibly the simplest spell there is, the levitating spell will lift any object with extreme ease. The wand movement is a simple swish and flick. The incantation is Wingardium Leviosa! After reading this passage, Megan practiced the spell with ease and quickly mastered it. She did this throughout the entire book. The only one she couldn't do yet was the patronus; but this was probably because she had NO idea what a dementor was.

.:ONE WEEK LATER:.

Megan waited by the fire like Professor Dumbledore had instructed her to. Suddenly, the flames in the fire turned emerald green and a dark shape emerged. When it tried to stand up it hit its head on the fire mantel. Megan automatically assumed this large shape was none other than Rubeus Hagrid, the gamekeeper. "'Ello there!" Hagrid called out, beaming. "You mus' be Megan Johnson, eh?" He asked.

"Yes, I am. And you must be Rubeus Hagrid?" Megan meant for the last part to come out as a statement, but it sounded more like a question. "So, how will we get to this Diagon Alley? Walking?"

"No, we're going to floo there." Hagrid said, but added this when he saw her quizzical look. "Floo is how I just arrived. Here take a handful of this powder, throw it in the fire, step inside, then clearly state, Diagon Alley." He said while offering a brown sack.

Megan took a handful and did as he said.

When Megan stepped out of the fireplace, she appeared to be in a pub. A second later, Hagrid stepped out and announced, "This is the Leaky Cauldron. Follow me and don' speak to anybody."

"Why not?" Megan asked.

"There's a lotta strange folk in this pub. Don't trust nobody except people you've known for a LONG time." When he finished saying this, he stopped dead in front of a wall and drew out a pink umbrella. He tapped three up and two over. Megan got confused at this, but then saw why he did it. The bricks were moving and making an entrance to a humongous town! "Welcome, to Diagon Alley." He said with one swift movement of his arms.

"Wow." Megan whispered. She looked around. There were shops upon shops of things you wouldn't see in the muggle part of England.

"HAGRID! HAGRID!" Came a mixture of three voices. "HAGRID!" This yell caught his attention. Hagrid turned slowly a mixture of confusion and delight on his face.

"Why, blimey, it's Harry! How ya doing you old rascal?" Hagrid asked the boy, but he wasn't paying attention, he was too busy looking at Megan.

"Who're you?" He asked, looking just as confused as the other two.

"I'm Megan Johnson, and you are?" Megan responded, while tossing her glossy black hair around.

"Harry Potter, nice to meet you. This is Ron Weasley," he gestured to the redhead. "And Hermione Granger." With this he made a movement with his hand towards the girl with frizzy brown hair.

"Nice to meet all of you, Hermione, Ron, Harry." She said as she nodded to each in turn. "Would you like to shop with Hagrid and I?" You ask, just trying to be polite.

And so the day begins . . . . .. next chapter, the four grow a lot closer. Also, Furuba4eva, could you email me at ? I would like to talk about your review. Also, what's your story called, it sounds interesting.