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Chappie One:

Diagon Alley

or

Dumbledore Sings

"Here it is," a fifteen year old Lily Evans stated as she looked up at a sign hanging above the busy London street, "the Leaky Cauldron." She stepped into the dark, dank pub and looked around for the man Señora Ana had described. Sitting in the far corner she saw him, pulling lint off of his grey wool socks. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry Headmaster Dumbledore! I got lost on the underground. I didn't mean to be late, sir, honest!"

"Ah, it's quite all right Miss Evans," Dumbledore chuckled. "And please, call me Dumbledore, but come, sit, I assume you have some sort of business with me. Señora Ana has informed me about your, ah, situation. Oh, my dear, don't try to hide your tears, it's quite all right to cry. Here, take my handkerchief."

"Thank you, sir," Lily sniffed into the kerchief. "I'm so sorry, I'm such a mess."

"No, no, quite alright, but I think there is something more perhaps?"

"Yes, oh yes, well, as may know my parents were killed by, by Volde-, by Him over the summer and I am now in the custody of my older sister. You see, sir, she is a muggle and doesn't fully understand the importance of me continuing my magical studies. She insisted on coming back to England, for this is where both of us grew up, and I conceded to follow her. Hogwarts, sir, I believe is a very good school and the only one in the area, unless of course Señora Ana has misinformed me, and I was hoping to transfer there to continue my studies. If that's okay with you and all."

"Yes, yes it's fine, of course we have quite a few openings after last year when everyone was turned into raisin bran muffins. . ." he trailed off. "But, yes, I'll help you get your supplies, and then we'll head off to the castle. Don't worry, Miss Evans, I'll send someone to you sister's flat to explain everything and pick up your belongings, that is if you don't mind living at the school for a couple days before term starts."

"No, that would be wonderful! Thank you," she told him. "Where do I get my supplies?"

"Well, Diagon Alley, of course!" he sang. "Let's go!" He led her around back to the brick wall, tapped it and held out his arm. "After you."

Lily had never seen anything that resembled Diagon Alley in her life, (going to a private school, her supplies had always been provided for her) and yet now, as she looked around the crowded, merry street, she wished that she had.

"Oh, but Sir, I'm so sorry, I don't have any money. How will I pay for the books?" Lily questioned.

"Don't be silly, my dear, it has all been arranged. You have been awarded a scholarship, no worries!" He told her with a wink of his eye. "Now, what classes were you planning on taking?"

"Well, I suppose I'll be taking Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology, Arithmacy, Care of Magical Creatures, Astronomy, and, oh yes, Potions. That is, of course, if Hogwarts offers such courses, otherwise I would be happy to change my schedule. I wouldn't want to impose upon anyone."

"Yes, yes. Very good courses. Do you mind if I leave you here so that you can get fitted for your robes, I've just remembered something I need to do." And without waiting for her reply he set off down the street towards a large green building.

"Oh, well," Lily sighed to no one in particular, "I suppose I should get my robes." Lily stepped inside and was immediately greet by a large rotund woman.

"Nice t' meecha, deary, which school?" the lady inquired.

"Umm," Lily pondered, not quite sure what the lady had asked her.

"Which school ye from? Come on I heven't got all day."

"Oh, Hogwarts, I suppose."

"Okay, up on the stool." She directed Lily to a small stool near the back of the store where another girl was already being fitted. "Arms out as such. Dontcha mind the tape measure. And try not to move!" She called over her shoulder as she returned to the storefront.

"Don't' mind her," the other girl said, "she's always like that: too much time and not enough things to being doing with it." She leaned over and held out her hand, "Hi, I'm Maggie Mangrich, what's your name?"

"Well . . ."

"Haven't you ever done this before? I suppose not," Maggie chuckled, "otherwise you would know that you can move as much as you want, or at least I always have, and my robes have always fit perfectly." With this Maggie started doing an Irish jig right on top of her stool.

Lily laughed, "And won't it just serve you right if now you robes come out all crooked on the bottom!"

"That's how I like them!" Maggie retorted as she joined in the laughter.

"My name is Lily Evans," she said as she reached over and shook Maggie's hand.

"Nice ta meet cha Lily! Are you transferring to Hogwarts?"

Lily nodded, "Uh huh, I used to go to Escuela de Señora Ana de la Brujería, in Spain you know?"

"Really, wow! That's so super! I've never met anyone from Spain before! And you don't even have an accent! Weird!"

"Well, I grew up here, but when I was abouteight my parents moved there because of work. My old school was way fun because it was so small. I knew practically every girl in the whole place! What's Hogwarts like?"

"It's really big, and all formal like when you first get there but soon it wears off and it's just really big. It's my home away from home. A really big version." Maggie made huge sweepingmotions with her arms. "I live in a small cottage in Cornwall with my mom Sarah and pop Benjamin. My older brother John lives with us too but he's a dork so I won't bother you with stories about him. What's your family like Lily?"

Tears welled up in Lily's eyes and her voice grew shaky, "I don't like to talk about it."

"That's okay," Maggie said as shestepped off her stool and hugged Lily. "You don't have to share anything you don't want to with me.But I've gota shoulder to cry on."

"Thanks Maggie, but now your robes will be messed up for sure," Lily sniffled into Maggie's shoulder.

"Ah, that's okay. I always grow out of my robes before Christmas so it won't matter much anyway."

"Maggie," an older lady with curly black hair and cat's eye glasses called from the front of the store, "she says you're done and if you don't get your pahtootie down here this instant we are not going for ice cream."

"Ah, that's my mom," Maggie explained. "I gotta go Lily, but I'll see ya at Hogwarts. Bye!"

"All right, you're done,"the lady told her, "Hop on down now. Your robes will be owled to you in two days time."

Lily stepped off her stool. "Thank you. I'm staying at Hogwart though. Will you be able to send them there?"

"It has already been aranged, deary," she said as she pointed out the window to a man standing outside with a large parcel and two ice cream cones. "Albus hasmanaged it all. On your way now, I've got customers waiting."

Lily stepped out of the store and was greetedwith a choclate chip cookie dough ice cream cone thrust at her. "Thank you, Professor, but you didn't have to. How much were they? I'll pay you back."

"Don't think of it, my dear. My treat. I also took the liberty of getting all of your books and school supplies. No, no, Lily, don't worry about the expenses, it is all taken care for. Not to worry. It's a long trian ride to Hogwarts, we should be leaving soon."

And so the prefessor and the student left Diagon Alley, went to King's Cross Station, and boarded the trian to Hogwarts. Lily was exausted from her busy day and soon fell asleep. She never noticed the train stopping at odd intervals to let secretive passengers on, and then off. She never heard the whispered conversations between the Headmaster and those strange passengers. But most importantly, she missed seeing Jimmy as he walked by her compartment and saw her for the first time in seven years.

'Could it be?' he thought to himself. 'Surely she wasn't-'

Someone ahead of him motioned him on.

'Nah, couldn't be.'

It's too bad he missed something, too. As soon as he walked by, she stirred. Her jacket, that had previously been lying on her breast, slipped to the floor and revealed the silver locket he had given her those seven years before.

A/N: Escuela de Señora Ana de la Brujería- Madame Ana's School of Witchcraft

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