A/N: Okay, so how did you like the prologue? Here's the first official chapter, though I fear it might be shorter than the prologue. The others will be longer, don't worry. I know that Diagon Alley wasn't really in the third year, but like I said before, this fic won't really reflect the third year as it is in the HP universe. Again, that's why this is AU. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Yeah, so…still not mine. Too bad, cause if they were, I'd be rich.

Chapter 1: A Trip Down the Alley

"I am that merry wanderer of the night.

I jest to Oberon and make him smile…"

-Puck, aka Robin Goodfellow

Midsummer Night's Dream, Act II, Scene 1

Diagon Alley was filled with the usual pre-school year hustle. Children and parents filled the streets, moving from one shop to the next, ooing and ahhing over new items and checking things off of school lists. Among the crowd moved two individuals, a man and a girl. The man was tall and dark, relatively young, though there was something ageless about him. He guided the girl in front of him silently with his hand on her shoulder. She was small for her age, and her chestnut curls framed her heart-shaped face perfectly. From the duo's clothing it was impossible to tell if they were of wizard or Muggle blood, as their clothing was a strange mixture of the two.

Oberon bent low to Robin's ear, speaking softly to her as they moved through the crowds. "I've changed the records at the school. No one will notice your prescence there as a student." Robin nodded, moving toward the bookshop. They paused in front of it, and Robin turned to Oberon's prodding.

The lord glanced around before stepping close to the disguised sprite. "I'm going to find some things you'll need. You stay here and get your books." Oberon handed her a list out of his jacket pocket, before bending low so that their faces were level. Pointing his finger at her for emphasis, he added, "Behave yourself. I want no mischief out of you right now. I'll be back in a few minutes." With one more stern look to emphasize his point, Oberon turned and merged into the crows.

Robin Goodfellow sighed heavily and turned to enter the bookstore. Over the centuries Oberon had learned that a direct order was best to prevent the Puck from mischief, and she had been hoping that he would forget to issue such an order before leaving her alone. She had been looking forward to causing a bit of trouble among the mortals. But Robin resolved herself to play her role as she had been assigned. One must follow the rules of the games, after all.

The sprite entered the bookstore and mingled in among the crowd, weaving in-between the people to the shelves and tables of books. She glanced down at the list of books in her hand, alternatively scanning the list and the shop for the needed titles. Just as she began gathering the books she needed, she noticed that there was a peculiar commotion surrounding one particular table. Students and parents alike surrounded the table, some dropping books and shrieking, often moving away as quickly as possible. The chaos drew Robin's attention like a magnet, and she smiled impishly. Oberon had said that he wanted no mischief out of her, not that she couldn't take part in the mortals' trouble.

Robin moved over to the table. Stacks of brown books were on the table, looking terribly innocent. However, the moment one of the children or parents tried to open one of the books, vicious teeth emerged and the book attacked its holder. Robin grinned as a blond-haired boy dropped a book and gave a girlish shriek as it tried to bite him.

The sprite noticed that she needed the book to complete her collection. She picked up one of the books and carefully ran her finger over the spine before opening the clasp. The title intrigued her—a book about monsters, she couldn't help but wonder exactly what it included. The book purred softly in her hands, much to the astonishment to those around her.

"Oy, Hermione, look at this. This girl's figured out these confounded books!" A red-headed boy stared at Robin and called out to his companion. Robin quickly slammed the book shut.

"Yes, well...I have a way with animals," Robin answered, looking around for a quick escape. She spotted Oberon at the window, an impatient expression on his face. Robin quickly hurried past the children to the counter to 'pay' for her books. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small mouse. She closed her fist around it briefly, and when she opened it again, wizard money lay in her hand. Though wizards had spells to detect such trickery, only a supremely powerful spell would be able to break fey magic.

Robin paid the cashier and hurried out to meet Oberon. They still had much to do.