Hey, so here is the next chapter. I hope you like it.

Everything belongs to J.. I don't own anything, except Serena. Anything in this story about Mr or Mrs. Weasley came straight out of the book. I did not write that. J.K. Rowling did.

Thank you for those of you that reviewed on the first two chapters. What you said gave me some ideas for later on. If you didn't review, feel free to do so.

Now on to the story.

Serena P.O.V.

Exactly when she touched the tin can, she felt like she was being magnetically pulled toward to the tin and like a giant hook was pulling her forward. She could distantly feel the presence of Professor Snape. Just when she thought she could bear it no more her feet slammed onto the floor and she fell over.

She stood up, brushed the dirt off her clothes and bent down to retrieve her trunk, which had fallen open and her mother's scrapbook lay open on the sidewalk. She ran over to get it, hoping that it was unscathed. It was fine and she let go of the breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

As she was returning to her trunk, the bag Professor Snape had been holding, which she hadn't realized until now, broke. Out tumbled three books. He swooped down to grab them, but she got their first. She looked at the book on top. Emblazoned on the cover, was the silver title The Portrait of Dorian Gray.

"Good book," she said handing it back to him along with the other two, " It really shows how a man can get sucked into the devils plan, yet repent and let his soul be saved. It is quite clever actually. Like man, but more intense."

At first, the Professor didn't say anything, but then he sneered a "shut up" before snatching the books back.

Serena then bent down to pick up her trunk.

"Get up, girl. We have a schedule," said Professor Snape, with a sneer that made her blood chill.

"Okay," she said standing up a little taller. She was not going to let him bully her.

"You will refer to me as sir or Professor. We are not friends," He said staring down his abnormally large nose at her.

"Yes, but I thought you liked me," she said, as his eyebrows raised. She quickly added a "sir" to cover her rudeness. He ignored her and started heading out of what she realized was an alley and into the busy street. Immediately, she realized the different things from Britain to America. Things were so different, yet so the same. She liked the change. It was like an adventure.

Professor Snape then turned and entered an old run down looking bar. Above the door, were the words Leaky Cauldron. Inside was no better than the outside. The walls were gray and it looked kind of gloomy, but the people in it were not. She could see a couple of witches talking in the corner about the "new price of lacewing flies". Some of the elderly wizards were talking about the "uncertainty of their families safety with that Sirius Black on the loose". She wondered who this dangerous Sirius Black guy was, but she didn't have time to dwell on it.

Professor Snape finally stopped in front of the most extraordinarily big man she had ever seen. He had a chubby face with rosy cheeks. He looked quite happy, not matter what kind of a horrid face Professor Snape was giving him.

"Hello Hagrid, this is Serena," said Snape with utter boredom dripping from his voice.

"Hello, Serena. My name is Rubeus Hagrid," he said with an odd accent. She decided that she liked him.

"Hello, Hagrid. It's nice to meet you," she said.

" Thank yeh," he said, before turning serious," Now yeh got yer book list, then lets be off."

She was so excited, she almost forgot about her trunk.

"Umm, Hagrid," she faltered," What about my trunk?" She gazed up at him waiting for an answer.

"Well, we'll just take that up ter yer room. I'll wait fer yeh down here," he said," Oh and here's yer room number and key."

She took them and went off to find her room. She walked down deserted halls and down the wrong flight of stairs until she found hers. When she looked inside, she found that it was very plain. It had gray walls and gray floors. In fact, the only thing that was not gray was the blanket, which was a sickly brown color.

She quickly put her trunk by the bed and ran out the door with her wallet ready to shop in the Wizarding World. She again tried to navigate the maze of hallways and stairs, but this time it was easier. Pretty soon, she was back where she had started.

"Alright then, yer ready ter go," said Hagrid, making an awful crunching noise as he pushed the chair out to stand up.

"Yup," she said and they were on their way.

Severus P.O.V.

Great, she was back with Hagrid. Now he could go find his room. It took him no time. He knew this pub. He had come here several times with Her. He couldn't understand why she did it. Why she had chosen him over James, but he was proud of it, then. Now it was killing him inside. One piece at a time because in the end she had run back to James.

He fell on the bleak, creaky bed and summoned about ten bottles of fire whiskey. He didn't want to think. It was too painful. He took his first drink. It burned as it went down his throat, but he didn't care.

Serena P.O.V.

Hagrid led her out into a closed courtyard. In front of them was an old trash can and a brick wall.

"Umm, Hagrid, how are we supposed to get my school supplies in a closed courtyard?" asked Serena looking around her for some sort of opening, but she didn't see any.

In response to her question, Hagrid pulled out a pink umbrella and tapped the brick three up and two across. Almost immediately, the bricks melted away to form an archway. She almost screamed in delight. There were dozens upon dozens of magic shops. She stepped through the arch and gazed down at her list wondering what to buy first.

Hagrid, noticing that she was staring at her list, said," Don' worry about that yet. We got ter get yer money from Gringotts firs'."

"Wait, Hagrid. What do you mean by get my money?" said Serena looking inquisitively up at Hagrid.

"Well you got ter go ter Gringotts ter get that money changed in ter Wizarding money and yer mother left yer some money as well."

"Wow, I have Wizarding money!" she said eyes sparkling.

By now, they had reached Gringotts. It was huge, white and absolutely breathtaking. They passed two interesting creatures on the way in, which she later learned were goblins Goblins!

She followed Hagrid inside and tried to take in everything she was seeing. There were goblins everywhere. Some where weighing odd gold coins and others were examining rubies. Some were walking around helping different people. It looked like a regular bank, but instead of people there were goblins.

Hagrid went up to the closest counter.

"Yes?" asked the goblin peering down at them.

"Miss Serena Evans wishes to enter her vault," said Hagrid. Serena wanted to interrupt and say that her last name wasn't Evans, it was Weber, but it looked like Hagrid knew what he was doing.

"Does Miss Evans have her key?" the goblin asked wrapping his long finger nails over the edge of the desk.

"Yes, she does," said Hagrid handing the goblin an ancient looking key.

"Very well," replied the goblin.

Serena lost track of how many times they turned or entered weird tunnels. She had her hands in the air and was screaming. One thing about Serena was that she loved roller coasters. Most of the time she was quite, so most people didn't know this about her. She started laughing as she looked over at a green faced Hagrid.

Too soon for Serena, the cart ride was over. The goblin driving the cart stuck the key in the door and opened it. Serena heard herself gasp. There were mounds upon mounds of gold, silver and bronze coins. It was amazing.

Hagrid handed her a bag and she loaded it up with as many of the coins as would fit. After another amazing, magnificent, awesome cart ride, they were ready to get shopping.

"Umm Hagrid, do you need to sit down?" asked Serena half laughing as he stumbled across the cobbled street.

"Ya, that would be great," said Hagrid sitting on and breaking the nearest bench.

"Umm, I guess I'll just go get my wand," suggested Serena and with permission from Hagrid, she was off. However, she didn't make it four feet until she bumped into a boy. They both fell over and she immediately tried to get up, while muttering her apologies

Harry P.O.V.

He was walking out of Madam Malkin's when, someone ran into him. They both fell down and he heard someone muttereing apologies repeatedly. He realized it was a black haired girl, so he got up fast and helped her back up.

"Sorry," she said again, but Harry waved it off.

"No, it's fine. Hey, do you go to Hogwarts?" he asked. He had never seen her before. As she moved her hair from her face, he gasped. He heard her gasp too. They had the same eyes. They were identical.

"Who are you?" they asked at the same time.

"Oh,I..."

"You first"

"OK..."

Harry, who was done with all the weirdness, said," I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He was amazed when her eyes didn't dart to his forehead. It felt nice to know someone who didn't want to see his scar. It was refreshing, like a glass of lemonade.

"I'm Serena. Serena Weber," she replied and he realized she wasn't from England.

"Is that an American accent?" he asked.

"Ya," she said looking down.

"So, do you go to Hogwarts?" he asked a second time.

"Ya," she replied.

"So, why is this the first time I am seeing you?" he asked. He could tell she looked uncomfortable.

"It's a long story," she said again dropping her head.

"Well, I got time. Why don't you tell me and I'm assuming you're still school shopping," when she nodded, he continued," then you can tell me while we shop."

They did all her shopping while she explained that since she was in America it took them longer to track her magic and that she was adopted and how Professor Snape brought her here. When Harry said he was sorry that the first teacher she met was Snape and not all of them were like that, she told him that she didn't think he was that bad. Sure he was short-tempered and creepy, but she thought he was relatively nice. Harry then explained Quidditch and, when a witch came up to shake his hand, about his fame and why he had it. Then they resorted to talking about random nonsense. Harry had never met anyone quite like her. He felt like he knew her.

They were just finishing talking about the stupidity of invisible books, when he heard a familiar voice.

"Harry!HARRY!"

There sat Ron and Hermione right outside of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. Harry started walking towards them and he motioned for Serena to follow.

"Finally," said Ron, " We were looking every where for you."

"Harry, did you really blow up your Aunt?" asked Hermione in a very serious voice.

"Wait, you blew up your Aunt. Nice going," said Serena starting to clap and Harry burst out laughing.

"Uhh, who are you?" asked Ron.

"Ronald, don't be rude," said Hermione.

"It's totally OK, I'm Serena," replied Serena trying to keep from laughing at Ron being scolded by Hermione.

"Oh, are you American?" asked Hermione.

"Yep," replied Serena smiling.

Harry felt bad for Serena as she was assaulted by questions from Hermione about odd American stereotypes. He was relieved, though, that she was getting along with his two best friends.

Serena P.O.V.

She couldn't believe all she had seen. They had explored the Apothecary, gotten new robes at Madame Malkin's and were now buying her spell books at Flourish and Blott's.

She was currently looking at an interesting course book titled Unfogging the Future. She took it off the shelf and opened it.

Those who are Seers often show signs of this magic in their early years. Examples could be a child's dream coming true or hearing words before they are spoken. These slight little things can blossom into this amazing unique form of magic ar just coincidental. It is best to watch the child over time...

She kept reading, her mind working a thousand miles per minute. Dumbledore had said something about unique magic. Was this what he was talking about? The questions kept coming and memories of walking to the phone before it ringed or telling her mother when her dad would get home from work. She even remembered a time when she was very little when she had had a nightmare about a girl dying in a car accident. The next day it happened.

Harry P.O.V.

He raced over to where Hermione and Ron were when he saw Serena begin to read. Pulling them behind a bookshelf, he motioned for them to be quiet.

"Harry, what the bloody hell is going on?" Ron whispered rather loudly.

"Listen guys, I don't know about you, but I don't trust Serena. She shows up out of nowhere with my eyes and acts like she's from America."

"Harry," said Hermione," I think you are just overreacting. She seems perfectly fine."

Instantly, Harry regretted telling them. He should have known they wouldn't listen.

"Nevermind," he said," Forget it,"

The rest of the day they all hung out and laughed. Serena was staying at the Leaky Cauldron, as well as Hermione and the rest of the Weasley family. They had met up with Hagrid, who Serena had totally forgot she was supposed to meet, and had to reassure him that Serena was fine. Altogether, this was one of the best days Harry had ever had. He was upset when it had to end.

He was heading down to grab Ron's rat tonic, which he left at the bar, when he bumped into Serena for the second time that day.

"We really need to stop doing that," said Serena. He just laughed.

"So what are you doing up?" asked Serena.

"Ron left his rat tonic at the bar," he replied.

"I'll go with you," she said and he faked a laugh.

When they got closer to the bar, they heard shouting and Harry realized it was Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. He was about to tell Serena they should leave when he heard his name. He turned to her and realized by her face that she had heard it too.

"- makes no sense not to tell him," Mr. Weasley was saying heatedly. "Harry's got a right to know. I've tried to tell Fudge, but he insists on treating Harry like a child. He's thirteen years old and-"

"Arthur, the truth would terrify him!" said Mrs. Weasley shrilly. "Do you really want to send Harry back to school with that hanging over him? For heaven's sake, he's happy not knowing!"

" I don't want to make him miserable, I want to put him on his guard!" retorted Mr. Weasley. "You know what Harry and Ron are like, wandering off by themselves – they've ended up in the Forbidden Forest twice! But Harry mustn't do that this year! When I think what could have happened to him that night he ran away from home! If the Knight Bus hadn't picked him up, I'm prepared to bet he would have been dead before the Ministry found him."

" But he's not dead, he's fine, so what's the point."

"Molly, they say Sirius Black's mad, and maybe he is, but he was clever enough to escape from Azkaban, and that's supposed to be impossible. It's been three weeks, and no one's seen hide nor hair of him, and I don't care what Fudge keeps telling the Daily Prophet, we're no nearer to catching Black that inventing self-spelling wands. The only thing we know for sure is what Black's after-"

"But Harry will be perfectly safe at Hogwarts."

" We thought Azkaban was perfectly safe. If Black can break out of Azkaban, he can break into Hogwarts."

"But no one's really sure that Black's after Harry."

There was a loud thud on wood. Harry turned to Serena and her face had a look of sheer panic. He was almost tempted to laugh because she looked so worried. He realized that she wasn't used to being threatened by a new and even more gruesome death every year than the year before it.

He ushered for Serena to move as he realized that they weren't yelling any more. They climbed behind the bar and out of sight. When the last of the retreating footsteps was silenced, they crawled out a grabbed their stuff.

Serena P.O.V

They both heard a crash and Harry ran forward to see what it was. She decided she didn't want to be alone with odd things going on, so she followed him. Out in the hall stood Professor Snape. He looked like he was trying to open the door, but couldn't figure it out. He wreaked of alcohol. Just as she took one step forward, he passed out and hit the floor with a thud.

"Harry," she said running toward her unconscious professor, "Help me get him in his room."

"What?" he almost shouted, "Can't we just leave him here?"

"No," she replied, " He could do something stupid and get really hurt."

"Fine," said Harry as he ran over to help.

It took them a while to get him into his room and onto the bed, but eventually they got it. Serena then looked around his room.

"Well, what do we do now?" asked Harry

"We stay here," said Serena.

"No way," said Harry.

"Well, you don't have to stay, but I am," she said not willing to give into Harry and knowing he wouldn't leave her here alone.

She continued looking around the room until she found The Portrait of Dorian Gray sitting on the desk. She picked it up and sat down to read it aloud to her currently unaware Professor.

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the dusty gilt horns of the straggling woodbine, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive. The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.

In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.

As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there. But he suddenly started up, and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.

"It is your best work, Basil, the best thing you have ever done," said Lord Henry languidly. "You must certainly send it next year to the Grosvenor. The Academy is too large and too vulgar. Whenever I have gone there, there have been either so many people that I have not been able to see the pictures, which was dreadful, or so many pictures that I have not been able to see the people, which was worse. The Grosvenor is really the only place."

She didn't get very far until she dozed off in the chair she was sitting in.

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