THIS IS CHAPTER THREE I HOPE YOU ARE ALL ENJOYING IT?

Chapter 3

Sarah rushed down the narrow street searching for Madam Malkins Robe shop. She walked down the street passing all the shops she needed to go into, until she saw the Robe shop.

She walked into the shop. A bell rang lightly overhead. Sarah looked for someone in the shop that could help her, but seeing none she walked deeper into the shop.

"Hello," a woman said from behind Sarah. "My name is Madam Malkin. Would you like some help?"

"Yes, I need to get a robe?" Madam Malkin looked at Sarah with bright happy eyes.

"I would be happy to help you! Come with me." The woman said. Sarah followed the woman to a little platform. "Step up here. Oh gosh, I forgot to ask what your name was."

"My name is Sarah Blackwell." Sarah said. She felt as if her name was being worn out. She had told so many people her name.

"That name sounds mighty familiar." The woman said as she pulled fabric out.

"I don't know why. Both my parents are not wizards." Sarah said confused.

"Ah. So you are Muggle born?" Madam Malkin said.

"Yes I guess." Sarah said, though she seriously had no idea what a Muggle was.

"Let me see." The woman said, as she put the fabric over her shoulders. Madam Malkin began to measure Sarah. She worked for at least an hour.

At the end of that hour, Sarah had three robes. "There you are," Madam Malkin said enthusiastically. "That will be three Galleons."

"Yes Ma'am." Sarah fished out three galleons from her heavy pockets. She handed them to Madam Malkin and said. "Thanks so much for being so kind to me. Have a wonderful day." And with that she left the building.

As Sarah walked from the building she ran into a boy, she knocked him to the ground. Sarah looked down to see who she had pushed to the ground. It was a boy, and he was quite attractive. He had dark hair, almost black, that fell just a little over his eyes. What Sarah could see of his eyes was, beautiful, to say the least. They were emerald green, which was a magnificent color.

"I am so sorry." Sarah stammered.

"Don't worry about it, it was highly my fault." The boy said.

"No, I was not looking and I barreled into you." Sarah said loudly. The boys face became amused.

"Don't worry about it. My name is Albus." The boy said, as he extended a hand. "Albus Potter."

"Hello, Albus. My name is Sarah Blackwell. I am still very sorry for barreling into you." Sarah said apologetically.

"Albus! You cannot go running off like that!" A man, whom Sarah guessed was the boy"s father, said.

"I am sorry Father. I let my excitement get a hold on me." Albus said.

"Who is this?" The man said.

"Hello, my name is Sarah Blackwell." Sarah said to the man. He looked as if he had been through a lot in his lifetime, the understatement of the century.

"Hello, Sarah. I am Harry Potter." Albus' father said. Albus was looking at Sarah, almost as if he was expecting Sarah to say something.

"Hello, Mr. Potter. It was very nice to meet you, but I must go find Hagrid."

"Hagrid is here?" Harry Potter exclaimed.

"Yes. I just do not know where he went to."

"I will help you find him. Hagrid was and is a very close friend of mine," Harry said.

"Dad, I need to get my robes." Albus said.

"Oh yes. I am sorry. Here," Harry said grabbing three Galleons form his coat. "Pay for your robes with this. I will be back to get you within the hour." Harry strutted out of the building with Sarah close on his heels.

Sarah and Mr. Potter had only been walking a short time when the large form of Hagrid came into view. Sarah looked at this Harry Potter person, and saw excitement on his face. "HAGRID!" Mr. Potter yelled.

Hagrid's big form turned to see what the ruckus was. When he saw Harry his face brightened by at least, six shades. Sarah would have kept walking towards the two men, but she decided she didn't want to ruin their excitement.

Sarah turned on her heels and walked to the closest shop, which turned out to be the pet shop. "Hello, Missy. What type of animal are ye searching for?" a man with a thick irish accent said.

Sarah pulled out her supply list and looked to see what animals were permitted. It was the choice between a toad, an owl, or a cat. Sarah was highly allergic to cats, and found toads very ugly, and stupid, so she chose an owl.

"Sir, do you have any white owls?" Sarah asked politely.

"Do we ever! Owls are going out of style now, so we have a large selection of them." The man said. He walked from behind the counter, to the back of the store. "Here is our selection." About forty owls, sat in the cage.

"That one is magnificent!" Sarah pointed to a large Snowy owl.

"I can give ye that one for two galleons." The man said.

"I will definitely take him." Sarah said. "And I will name him Snowflake." Sarah pulled out two galleons and handed them to the man. He let the owl out of the cage. The owl flitted about the shop a little, before settling onto Sarah's shoulder.

"Thanks so much for doing business with us!" The man said excitedly as Sarah left the building.

Hmm.. I need to get a wand. Now where would I get a wand? While Sarah thought she noticed a little skirmish between two men. She did not think anything of it.

Sarah walked down the alleyway until she saw a store dubbed Olivanders wands. The place looked promising so Sarah walked in.

"Hello?" Sarah said when she had been in the shop for a little while, without seeing anyone. No one answered. So she tried the bell sitting on the counter. ding.

Out of nowhere someone materialized. "Hello, I didn't hear anyone call. I am very sorry, I must be going deaf." The person who had materialized said. It was an old man, though he looked quite young.

"Hello, I was wondering if you could help me. I am looking for a wand.

"Then you have come to the perfect place. You, to me, are looking like a wand made from redwood, and unicorn hair, would work best for you." The man walked to a shelf and began to shuffle things around.

"Ahh, found it." The owner of the shop pulled out a deep purple and black box. "Here you are." He handed the box to Sarah. She took the box graciously, but she really had no idea of what to do with it.

"I am new to the wizard world; both my parents are Muggles, so I do not know what to do." Sarah said quietly.

"Oh, yes. Just pull it out of the box and wave it around. Just point it that way. I don't want to be zapped again, like last time." The shop owner was pointing the opposite way.

Sarah pulled the wand box open and lifted the wand. Sarah's heart was racing in her chest. She waved the wand in a circle, and a graceful arc lighted the air. "I knew it! It's the perfect one! That's exactly it! I must be a genius!" He was quite excited. "That is the right one for you. It costs ten sickles." The man's voice changed from delighted to an all business demeanor.

Sarah pulled ten sickles from her pocket, and handed it to the shop owner. "Thank you so much for helping me!" Sarah said delightedly. She walked from the shop in exuberance.

Sarah went to the rest of the stores that carried her supplies. Once she had everything she needed she went to find Hagrid.

"Sarah. Where have ye been?" Hagrid said, as she walked up to him.

"I went and bought everything. See I even got an owl." Sarah said excitedly.

"That's a might fine owl yer got there." Sarah smiled brightly.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Sarah said.

"I believe we should head back into the inn." Hagrid said lightly.

"Yes sir." Sarah walked towards the inn entrance.

That night, after Sarah and Hagrid shared a dinner of Pot roast, Sarah Fell asleep. But before she did she found herself saying a prayer. "Thank you God for giving me such an opportunity. Today was a great day." But as Sarah said these words she felt a pang of regret, and sorrow. She felt in her heart that she was wrong, for becoming a witch, but she couldn't be doing anything wrong, in becoming a witch, could she?