August 12, 1996

Holy crap, did I take a long nap! Guess that's what I get for doing all that magic.

Guess I should probably start at the beginning, too. I actually woke up yesterday, and out of my bag I applied muggle make-up, covering up my scar, and I bleached my hair and cut it, too. Then I made a trip to Diagon Ally and visited several bookshops. Then I got all my school supplies and snuck into Nocturne Ally and got a few books on improving my wandless magic.

But low and behold, who owed this specific store? None other than-

"Neville?" I asked, shocked. He laughed.

"Close," he answered, "I'm his older cousin from the States. My uncle, not related to Neville in any sort of way, died and left this place to my parents and I needed a summer job… so they 'hired' me. By the way, how do you know him? I don't remember him talking about any blonde in his grade…"

"That's because I'm not… well, I am in his grade…" I started.

"Oh," he said, "I get ya. That'll be 37 galleons, and 17 knuts. "Say," he said in an undertone voice, looking around cautiously as another costumer entered the store, "do you need help with this stuff? I just graduated from Chicago's Instutit of Fine Witches and Wizards last year and will be attending their College this year for study under wandless magic and the dark arts. I've always wanted to become a teacher, and since I excelled in those subjects…"

"They teach wandless magic in the states?" I asked, shocked for the second time today.

"Not really, but it was an extra class offered for those who held the top five percent for three straight years, so I took it. But the college offers it, yes. It's a great class. Why, doesn't Hogwarts offer it?"

I shook my head and he rung up the same costumer and watched as they left.

"So, what'd you say?" he asked. I just looked at him.

"How can I be sure I can trust you?" I asked.

He laughed. "Well, first off, I'm Neville's cousin. Second, I'm about four years older than you. And third, you can follow my family line all the way back, and not one of them was a dark wizard. Maybe crazy," he said, seeing my look, "especially my uncle, owning this store and all, but never once did he sell any dark books. You want proof?" he asked, rolling up his left sleeve, which bored no mark.

"I have to find somewhere safe, first," I said, and seeing his confused expression, added, "you'll have to find out later. I'll be back, don't worry. But there are two things you can do to help me gain your trust just a little bit quicker. First, your name, and second, you could place this spell on my wand or you could let my use your wand to place it, either way would be fine with me."

me garder sûr, et me garder bien, ne pas les dire de me fascino! Poiché me ha tento, et me garder bien, et ne pas les permettre d'attraper il fascino… non userò questo per malvagio, pour si je fais, Nessuno troverà ciò che è successo a me.

(keep me safe, and keep me well, do not tell them of this spell! since you kept me safe, and kept me well, and didn't let them catch the spell… i shant use this for evil, for if i do, no one will find what happened to me.)

With the spell cast and Neville's cousins's name (Chard), Harry left but kept his promise to Chard and showed up after he found a safe place... the Shrieking Shack, to be more specific...

It's made up, by me… half French, half Latin and half made up words that sounded cool! Lol. Actually, its all real words but it would make no sense to a foreigner or in a translator… I had fun, so sue me.