After lunch Ron, Abby, and Hermione headed down to Hagrids'. Hagrid was outside with his dog Fang.

"Hagrid!" shouted Abby.

Hagrid looked up and waved as the three came up to him he led them into his house. It was the coziest little home they had ever seen. It was like an extremely large cupboard. "Would you three like some tea?" "Yes please," they said. As they sat at his table Hagrid pulled out several jars. Each had different types of teas. "Go ahead and pick yer tea," said Hagrid. Each of them chose a different type as Hagrid poured hot water in cups for them.

"Thank you, Hagrid, this is Ron and Hermione." "Another Weasley and a muggle born eh. Quite the combination yeh've got there Abigail." Ron looked away and Hermione was holding in laughter. Abby had told her once because she was placed in Slytherin some might view her friendship odd, but it was nothing compared to a Slytherin and Gryffindor. "Well it shouldn't matter. We were friends before we were sorted Hagrid." "Right yeh are." The four drank in silence for a few minutes before Abby couldn't take it anymore.

"Hagrid you said you had something of my dads," said Abby.

"Well its actually something of both your parents."

Hagrid got up and went over to cupboard and pulled out a gift that was beautifully wrapped. "Lily gave this to me right before they went into hiding. She told me to give this to you when you attended Hogwarts if she didn't get the chance, but had said she hoped she was being silly. Yer mum loved you very much and not a day went by that she didn't think of you and I'm sure she still does." He handed Abby the package. She stared at it unable to decide if she wanted to open it. It was her only gift from her mum and dad. "Go on Abby open it if you don't it'll bug you," said Hermione. She carefully tore the paper off to reveal a long slender black box. As she opened it tears fell from her eyes. Inside the box sat two wands. Each labeled with a piece of paper. The light one on the right was 11 inches Mahogany was her dads and on the right 10 ΒΌ willow was her mums. Tucked in the corner of the box was what looked like a letter. As she pulled it out and unfolded it she sniffed feeling emotional over her parents' wands. The letter read:

Our Dearest Abigail Claire Potter,

These were our wands in school. Before we went into hiding we left these in our dear friend Hagrids possession to give to you if we were unable to. We never want you to feel alone. Know that these wands are part of us as we are part of them. Ollivander told me that the wand chooses the wizard. As such we hope these wands choose you too. We are giving you them to you to always be close to us. If you ask any of the teachers to perform a last spell cast on the wands there is a surprise for you on them. We hope you have an enjoyable time in school and make lots of friends. Your father says he hopes you play quidditch.

Love,

Mum & Dad

Abby held the letter close and Hermione hugged her. Ron sat there looking awkward. The rest of the visit was spent chatting about class before they knew it, it was time to head back to the castle for dinner. Dinner had passed almost as quickly as Abby having a walked to class with a Gryffindor.

"So, Abigail word is that you've been hanging around blood traitors and mud bloods," drawled Draco.

"What is it to you Draco."

"Oh, nothing but you don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort."

Abby turned to glare at him. "Maybe I wasn't meant to be in Slytherin then. If you haven't noticed in my first week I got detention from our Head of House, I'm friends with a Gryffindor and Muggle born, and I talk to Hagrid," snapped Abby. As soon as possible Abby left the great hall and ran into Hagrid as he was leaving. "Hagrid!" He turned to see Abby "What do yeh need Abigail?" "We forgot to ask is there an unused classroom you know of Ron, Hermione, and I could use." Hagrid scratched his beard. "Well you would need permission from one of the Professors, but I know that not all the classrooms are in use. In fact, some rooms haven't been used in nearly twenty-five years," he said.

"Thanks."

Abby ran down the dungeon halls to the common room. In her room she pulled out a quill and parchment. Excitedly she wrote to her Aunt and cousin.

Dear Dudley,

I miss you too. My week here has been crazy. Is there anything you would like we have a town close to the school that I can get something before I board the train for Christmas. I'm sorry you have to listen to all the arguing going on. It will be OK and get better I promise. How's Rowena is she being good?

Love,

Abby

Dear Aunt Petunia,

School is going great. I got sorted into Slytherin. I'm taking the school by storm. Because of my house everyone is surprised by friendships with Hermione and my new friend Ron. Also, I visited Hagrid and had a gift from my mum and dad to me. I can't wait to show it to you at Christmas time. The bad news is I already got detention. My mouth got me in trouble. I'm sorry. By the way who is the little boy in photos when you and mum were much younger?

Love,

Abby

Abby folded up the letters and set them on her night stand. She planned to get up early to take them to the owlery. Abby slept peacefully that night and for the first time in her eleven years she heard her Mum and dads' voices in nothing but a dream. Although she wouldn't remember it in the morning she couldn't help herself from smiling in her sleep.