Chapter 3

Ron pulled Emmi out of the lunchroom and into an empty classroom. "What makes you so sure you're not a witch?" he said. "To me, it looks like all of you have wizarding powers." Why is Emmi being a witch so important to me?

"Wh-wh-wh-What!"

"Its true, I notice when ever you get really annoyed something happens. It might be small, but it does. I've only known you for a few hours, and I could tell."

"Then how come I never got a letter to go to a school here in America?"

"If Hermione told me anything that I remembered is that in America its only open to the people who know about it. If you were born into a wizarding family then when you were of age, you would go and take a minor test, and see if you have any powers. You must be muggle born."

Emmi tried to get all this to sink in, but all the facts seemed wrong. She couldn't have even dreamed that when she woke up that morning that she would meet Ron Weasley and be thought to be a witch from her favorite books. "I don't believe you." She managed to squeak in her voice.

Ron pulled his wand out of his jean pocket, "Dumbledore, told me to use these only for emergency. Would you call this, one?" he handed her his wand.

Emmi was afraid to take it, it was the first time she actually thought what Ron was saying, was real. She was well known for her wild imagination, it would be very easy to convince her that this was the Ron Weasley and that was a real wand.
What if its all just a joke?

Carefully she took the wand out of his hand, "14 inch, willow, containing one unicorn tail, its beautiful."

"Well give it a try,"

She paused for a moment and silently prayed that this all wasn't a dream that she wasn't going to wake up. She held it out and said the first spell that came to her mind, " Alo-hamora!"

The classroom door slammed open, "Bloody hell… Do you really think that was…?" she couldn't finish her sentence.

"Try another one,"

"LUMOS!" the tip of the wand shakily started to light up.

"It's not my wand," Emmi said, as she gave it back to him. "I really am a witch. Um, ah, where can I get a wand?" It was the first thing she could think of.

"Don't you have, what you people call, malls around here?"

"I can get my wand in the mall?"

"I have to check with Hermione, but yea, I think so."

A glittery tone shown in Emmi's eyes, they looked as though they were dancing, "Will you take me?"

"Ron grinned, "It would be wicked."

"It's really simple, just like Diagon Ally," Ron said. They were both outside the local mall, two days latter, taping a bunch of bricks.

"I never really thought to try it here, after all I thought it would only work if I was in London." Emmi said. It was bitter freezing out, and they have been standing there for nearly an hour.

"Well, it doesn't work for every brick wall, bloody hell, if I could only remember which bricks it was,"

Ron started taping the wall again with a serious expression on his face.

"Ron?"

"Hum?" still taping that wall.

"Is there anyone else here? On the mission that is?"

Ron thought for a second, "Well Malfoy is here."

"WHAT?"

"You didn't notice that, that was him I was talking to with your friend in the lunchroom? Yea, he 'converted' as Harry likes to call it. I can't imagine why a bouncing ferret like him would want to change his colors, but he did, he turned in his own mother, the only person who really has ever bothered to care about him, see she was holding Death Eater meetings in the basement ever since his father was killed in Azkaban. Serves him right. He must have done something else for Dumbledore to trust him so suddenly."

"Wow. I just always pictured him a little differently, that's all. He seems to have more life in him, maybe just since he changed sides, but they always made him seem so pale in the movies, and he didn't have in any hair gel!"

Ron stopped and looked up, "There are movies too? Wonder if Harry knows about them. Doubt it, he never reads the fine print."

Emmi laughed, "Who else is here?"

"Hermione, Snape, Dumbledore comes every now and then to check on us, and there is another member of the Order who is pretending to be one of the students, but we don't know who it is, except that he is suppose to be a freshmen as well."

"Oh my God, will I ever meet them?"

"You'll have to meet Dumbledore soon, so that way he knows about you, Snape is bound to show up in one of your classes sooner or later, Hermione, who knows with her. If you ever need her, she's nearly always in the school library. There! I got it!" Just as Ron said it the brick wall slowly started to open up, into what looked like a cleaner version of New York City. The streets were busy, people running up and down in every direction. There were tall buildings that held stores for what seemed like everything. The sound was pure cacophony, and it had a nice scent of chocolate.

Emmi felt like a child in a candy shop. She couldn't decide which way to look first, there was so much to see!

"Okay, now we should only get you a wand, since no one else knows about you yet. I owled Dumbledore,-I didn't tell anyone else- just last night, he's says he'll be here as soon as possible, but with the Order and all, it could take a while."

"I don't mind. Is that it?" She pointed to a shop that said "Winely's Wands"

"Yea."

The two of them stepped inside to a cozy little room, that was warm and inviting. It had papers everywhere, continuing craps of information about who got which wand when and how many years ago, and walls piled high of wands. Out of the darkness stepped a tall, skinny man, with huge thick glasses. He had buckteeth, and a clean shaved face. "Welcome! Welcome! Now who do we have here?"

He study his two guessed then let out a joyous cry, "Why Ronald Weasley! So nice to finally meet you in person, I've heard so much about you, and the brave things that you have done! Oh it makes me feel so giddy to have you in my shop."

"Thank you, Sir," Ron replayed, trying to keep in a giggle.

Mr. Winely looked at Emmi, "Oh Miss Burner! I was wondering when you would come! Your late, my dear, your wand has been waiting for you for nearly three years!"

"I'm still trying to full understand that I'm a witch." She said excitedly as she walked over to him.

Mr. Winely nodded, "Ah, yes, now lets see, hold out you wand hand."

Emmi stuck out her left hand, as he measured it, "Now, we test out a few. You look like a charmer, and someone excellent with divination magic," he walked over to one of the walls, and pulled out one of the thousands of wands, "Try this, 11 inch holly wand, with two strands of unicorn hair, and a single plucked feather of a phoenix."

She took it and felt her fingers burn with heat. It was such a good feeling to hold it, with that gave it a twirl, just as she did to Ron's. It had to be her's.

"On your first try, oh deary we can expect a lot from you once you get your lessons." Mr. Winely walked over to the counter, and Emmi gave him the money for the wand. "My dear, I have, but one question to ask of you, how did you find out about your beings?"

"Ron let me try out his wand. I was performing some spells"

"And you knew from that? But his wand is nothing like yours! You must be very powerful to have such an achievement from someone else's own wand, yes, yes, you must. Well good evening to you both. Oh, Miss Burner, do take care of yourself."

The second they got outside Ron and Emmi burst out laughing. "He's a little insane, don't you think?" Emmi said between laughter.

Ron laughed along as well, she had a sweet sounding laugh that had a music town to it, nearly making you laugh as well, "He was off his nutter."

"He was missing one to begin with."