A/N: Just to clear somethings up before you continue reading. I know how Nessie is supposed to mature when she's eleven, meaning that she doesn't grow anymore. In this story, however, she's going to mature when she's 17. It is also the age when wizards and witches become 'of age'. You have to remember though, that her brain is smarter than the age she looks, so she is more intelligent. I hope you understand what I mean.

Harry Potter will be in this story. His life will take place after where J. left off. But I decided to make it 'Eleven Years Later', not 'Nineteen', which was the original. That means Harry is currently 28 years old. Hope that doesn't make the story confusing, I had to do it because..... well, you'll see later.

P.S. I know many of you are terribly confused. If you are, I suggest you read the HP series, and the Twilight Saga, too... They are wonderful books, and have awesome story plots.

Also A Huge Thank You to all my reviewers! (I would post up names, but it would take too long :) ) It makes my day when I check my inbox to find reviews... :)

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything, expect my plot, and the laptop i'm typing on. Though I'd love to own Edward Cullen, Mwahaha...

The Twilight Saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. The HP series belongs to Joanne K. Rowling.

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Chapter 6

Diagon Alley

Urgh. I looked at the blinding sunlight coming from behind my drapes. I had woken merely five seconds ago, jolted up by that blinding green light. This nightmare was being forced by me into the vault of forgotten dreams. Well, at least I was trying to. I really didn't want to remember it, and it didn't make any sense whatsoever.

I sat up in my bed, pulling the blankets around me.

So there had been this person called Lily in my dream. I remembered that I saw everything from her point of view. I felt her shock when she heard the man's voice, her anguish when she heard his ear-splitting scream, her fright when she was running away from the hooded figure, and finally, her pain when she was stabbed by the light.

What surprised me the most though, was how much she loved the baby. When she died, not only did I feel her pain for how much it hurt, I felt the pain of love for her son. I could tell that she loved him with all her life, enough that she was willing to give up her own.

So, what happened to this boy then? Was he killed by the hooded creature? I immediately felt remorse. That poor child! He looked to be only around a year old. His skin looked smooth, and pale. I remember how his beautiful green eyes were staring into nowhere. The poor thing didn't even know what was going on, he didn't even cry, or look frightened. I felt so sorry for that child, he lost his mother, and his father, and I think his life, too.

Wait, did he die?

This question nagged my brain. I needed an answer.

I thought of all this as I did my hair, and changed into a fresh pair of clothes. When I looked into my full body mirror, I found myself wearing a black and white striped tank top that flowed down to my thighs. For my pants I had black coated skinny jeans, and I had on these cute pair of converse-like skate shoes. Beside all this, I found a necklace on my desk. It was black and white, and consisted of beads, and circles. Overall, the outfit was fabulous. I wondered when Alice had dropped it off.

When I was done my morning essentials, and was sitting at the table eating breakfast, I thought again about my dream. Now, I realized I was being very stupid. It was a dream, after all. None of it could be real. But I still couldn't help feeling weird.

"Nessie? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, dad. It was only a nightmare," I replied. I got up from my seat and left to put away the cereal box and the jug of milk. Then I dumped the rest of my bowl down the sink, I really didn't have much of an appetite today. I was way too excited. Today was the day I would be seeing Hagrid again.

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"Hi Hagrid!" I yelled excitedly when I finally saw a giant shaggy head towering above the big, busy crowd. At least being huge had an advantage.

"Over here!" I yelled again, and this time, he heard me. He walked over to where he heard my voice coming from.

" 'ello Nessie!" he boomed, then turned around and greeted my family members.

"Hi." Said dad and Jasper.

"Hello giant."

"Oh my gosh, Hi! I'm so glad we're going shopping!"

"Nice to meet you again, Hagrid."

"Hey man, finally gonna show us some magic tricks!"

"Hello Hagrid, it is a pleasure to meet you again," Esme smiled. Mom and Jake just gave a forced-looking smile. I guess they weren't over the whole idea of me being a witch yet.

Hagrid started walking down a busy, ordinary looking street. The Cullens hesitated, not knowing whether to trust him or not. Only Alice followed him.

Hagrid turned around when he didn't hear any footsteps, "C'mon now! Don' wanna waste any time, now!" He gestured for us to follow him, and we did, reluctantly. I could see hamburger restaurants, book shops, music stores, libraries, and cinemas, but nowhere looked like a place where you could walk in and purchase a magic wand. The people were all dressed in normal clothes, nothing that anyone would expect wizards and witches to be wearing. This didn't look like a very magical place. After ten minutes of human paced walking, he abruptly stopped.

" 'ere we are," he said, pointing at a tiny wooden door, "this is the Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place for witches and wizards." He whispered that last part.

It was a teeny, grubby-looking pub, definitely not something that would catch anyone's attention. If Hagrid hadn't pointed it out, I doubt I would've even noticed it. The bustling crowd of people walked by without even a second glance, their eyes slid from the big book shop on one side to the record shop on the other as if the Leaky Cauldron didn't even exist. I suddenly had a funny feeling that maybe it was invisible to human eyes.

"Hagrid, what are you talking about?" asked Esme. Huh?

"Yeh'll see wha' I mean," he said, a grin plastered on his face. He turned around to steer everyone through the main door, which was very battered-looking.

"Aaaaah!" Rose screamed, "Where are you taking us?"

"It's alri'e, it's safe, don' worry," said Hagrid reassuringly. I was confused.

"Why did we just walk through a wall?" asked Alice. Oh, so they couldn't see it. How convenient.

"Only wizards and witches can see the entrance," answered Hagrid. Once inside, they could see the little place. For something so famous, it was very dark and shabby. A few elderly people were sitting at a tiny table, drinking glasses of yellowy liquid. There were people smoking pipes, and they were all dressed in robes. Some were even wearing pointed hats. Alice gasped when she saw their outfits.

Hagrid walked over to the bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut.

"The usual, Hagrid?"

"Not today, Tom, I'm actually going ter take little Nessie 'ere ter buy her school supplies," he said, giving me a little nudge, which made me wobble a bit.

"So, is this the vampire clan everyone's talking about these days?" asked Tom.

"People are talking about us?" I asked, surprised.

"Oh, yeah, Nessie. Yeh're a little famous. We haven' ever come across vampires like yeh in our histories, before. Yer family has been all over The Daily Prophet recently." Hagrid said excitedly.

"Wait, is that like a wizard newspaper or something?" mom sounded suspicious, "how would they know about us?"

"They have their ways, ma'am." Said Tom, and with that, he led us over to another battered door. We stepped out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds.

"So, am I like, famous, or something?" I asked eargerly.

"Yeh definitely are a little famous! Just be careful when people ask questions." Hagrid turned to the wall above the trash can, and started counting the bricks.

"What are you doing?" asked Emmett, amused. He just ignored him.

"Three up…two across…" he muttered. "Oh, 'ere we go! Stand back folks."

He tapped the brick he was looking at three times with the point of his flowery umbrella. It quivered, causing someone to hiss. Then, the brick started wiggling, it moved aside, and a small hole appeared. I vaguely saw a sign that said, Cauldrons. The hole grew bigger and bigger. Soon, it was big enough for us to fit through, even Hagrid.

"Welcome," he said, "to Diagon Alley." He grinned at our amazed faces, and Emmett's huge, mischievous grin. We stepped through the archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight. I gasped internally.

The minute all of us were on the other side, the brick wall started fixing itself up, and soon, the hole disappeared, becoming a brick wall once again.

I fixed my gaze in front of me, there were tons and tons of shops around. The nearest one had cauldrons stacked up by the entrance. Cauldrons---All sizes---Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver---Self-Stirring---Collapsible, said the big sign hanging atop the door.

"We'll come back later. First, we gotta get yer money." Hagrid led us down the street.

I wished that I could stop and investigate every single thing we had passed. I saw a pet shop, with a sign overhead reading Eeylops Owl Emporium---Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy owls! Several people were crowded against a window with various types of brooms in it. Oh, do we get to actually fly in them? This was so cool. We passed shops selling robes, which Alice shook her head disapprovingly at, shops selling books of all sorts with titles never seen before, and shops selling stuff like potion bottles, rolls of parchment, quill pens, and dried herbs.

We stopped at a little box office infront of a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. A big, huge sign painted in scarlet and gold read, Gringotts.

" Do yeh have money with yeh? Yeh'll have ter exchange it ter wizard money," said Hagrid. Alice reached into her designer label leather bag, and pulled out her pink, studded with rhinestone, overstuffed wallet. She handed two thousand dollar bills to him. Do we actually need that much money?

Hagrid handed the cash to a little man. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard, and very long fingers and feet. Hagrid told him how much we wanted, and the little creature handed back seven overflowing bags of coins. Hagrid handed them to Carlisle, and I watched as he undid the strings, and pulled out a golden coin.

"Wow," gasped Esme.

"I've never seen anything like it," muttered Rose.

"That, my bloodsucking friends, is a galleon, the biggest of wizard money," Hagrid reached over to the bag Carlisle was holding, and pulled out two more coins.

"This one is a Sickle, and seventeen of 'em equal ter one galleon," he said, picking up the silver coin, "and this one is called a Knut. Twenty-nine of 'em ter a Sickle," he gestured towards the tiny bronze coin. He put them back in the little sack.

"So, who's got the list?"

Jasper shuffled into his pockets, and retrieved the envelope I had received in which seemed like ages ago. He handed it to Hagrid, who opened it quickly, wasting no time, and pulled out the letter that I had yet to read.

"Ah," he said, "let's go ter Madam Malkins first, we need ter get yeh yer uniform."

Alice had a disgusted look on her face as we walked into the store. Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, read the sign. Inside, I could see racks and racks of robes in all different colours. Alice and Rose both made a disgruntled sound.

"Hello, dear," said a voice. It was coming from a squat, smiling witch dressed in a sky blue cloak, "I'm Madam Malkin, are you off to Hogwarts?"

I nodded, "Yes, I'd like to get my school uniform please."

"Oh, my! Are you Miss Cullen? I've heard all about you and your family's ways, what a great choice to make!" she beamed. We all nodded.

She put her hands on my shoulders and guided me to a small stool, and I stepped on. Then she ran into the back of the store.

"Well, at least we are trusted here," said Carlisle, relieved.

"That's good," said Dad just as Madam Malkin came sauntering back. She was holding a bundle of black cloth in her hands. She slipped it over my head, and smiled. I looked at my reflection. I was wearing a robe, and I actually liked it. I felt like I fit in. Alice snorted, then became quiet. Her forehead creased in deep thought. Oh no, I'm definitely not letting her touch my uniform.

After the clothing fitting, we left to get our shopping done. I looked down at my list, and sighed. By the look of it, this was sure going to be a long day.

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A/N #2: Yes, yes, i know! That wasn't the best chapter ever, it was kinda boring. I just needed to write something, because I was suffering from Writer's block (it's a terrible disease) for the past two weeks. I hope you forgive me. I was also really desperate to get to Diagon Alley, because at this point, I'm estimating this fanfic to be really long... Like say at least 30 something chapters.

If I get enough reviews to motivate me, I hope I won't give up halfway, because I have a REALLY good plot :) hehe

And If you guys could help me please, I need to know which house to put Nessie in. Should I do the Griffindor route? Idk...

Is she brave? Loyal? Wise/Smart? Would do anything to achieve what she wants?

(Griffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin)

P.S. I have come across this AMAZING fanfic... It is so good, that I was crying while reading. A World Apart by lolagirl ... It is a Dramione fic, tho...Even if you aren't a fan of Dramione, I still think you should check it out, as it is absolutely beautiful. Oh, and if you ever come across a really good fic, please don't hesitate to reccomend it to me, I promise I will read it. :)

I'll stop blabbering now...

Ciao ;)