I DO NOT OWN JK ROWLING'S WORK! OR ANYTHING IN THAT MANNER! ... Don't judge.

Chapter 3:

I woke up the next morning to hear the rustling of people downstairs and nervous questions. I yawned and sat up. I saw Hermione putting her hair up and applying make-up, and she turned to me saying,

"I thought you would never wake up. Here put this on," She said passing me a very pretty blue dress.

"I'm not sure if I should go. I mean I wouldn't know anyone there and…" I started but I was still a bit drowsy so I couldn't finish. So I just shrugged instead.

She just waved her hand at me in dismissal.

"Nonsense, you'll know me! And I don't know that many people either! Come one, it will be fun! And maybe you can meet someone…" She raised her eyebrows a few times and winked.

I laughed and got up and began to put on the dress. Once it was on, she applied my make up, and I got to say, we looked hot.

We walked down the stairs, and were soon bombarded with chores. I had no problem doing them. I didn't want to be portrayed as helpless or rude.

"Here, honey, can you give this to Mr. Weasley please?" It was more of a demand but I complied and walked outside to where she directed me to go. I looked at what she gave me, it was a bow tie. Ugh, I hated those.

I saw Mr. Weasley putting up a tent using his wand, along with the help of a few other men. After the tent was up and he was taking a break, I went up to him and handed him the tie saying,

"From Mrs. Weasley," He laughed and put it on.

The party was going well. The wedding for Fleur and Bill was so sweet and romantic, and almost everybody cried. Even me! And I didn't even know them.

Ginny doesn't seem to like Fleur because shetreats her like a child, but I find her nice.

Like I said, everything was going well until (There's always that word—until) a flaming blue ball popped up from the middle of nowhere.

I couldn't understand everything that it said because so many people were running and screaming out of the tent, but I managed a few words and phrases like, "ministry", "fallen", "dead," "they" and "coming". Yep. That was enough for me.

I didn't want to panic, but honestly when a flaming ball of energy tells you to run, what would you do?

I looked for familiar faces, but I could tell Hermione, Ron, and Harry Apparated away because they were there on the dance floor, then they just disappeared.

Basically everyone apparated or whatever away, except for Remus Lupin, me (duh), and the Weasley's.

"Ginny, take Trixie inside and gather all of your things. The train leaves tomorrow and we still need to take Trixie to get her wand," I could tell that she was trying to get everyone to settle down, so we left to let the adults talk.

"Oh, my God!" Ginny cried as soon as we were safely inside her house, "Harry! Oh, no what if he-?"

"Ginny!" I yelled grabbing her hands and pinning them to her sides, "You can either worry about him by saying your 'what ifs' but honestly right now, I'm sure he is worrying about you, too, so just take a deep breath and trust that he will stay safe,"

She took a deep breath, and I let go of her arms so she could wipe her eyes.

"You're right," she sighed.

"Let's go upstairs and get ready to leave for tomorrow." She smiled softly and I smiled back, and we walked upstairs to go to get ready and get to bed.

After we went to bed, I heard her cry softly and I crawled out and hugged her, "I love him so much," she cried into my arms.

"Shh, I know you do. He'll be back, don't worry," Of course I didn't really know, but what could I say?

After she fell asleep, I crawled back into my bed, and fell into an uneasy sleep.

"TRIXIE! Wake up! We have to go to Diagon Alley!" I heard a familiar voice yell and I felt someone shaking me.

I woke up and stood and stretched. "Get dressed! But take a shower first please," She handed me a towel and I trudged into their bathroom, and used some of Ginny's soap. After about a 10 minute shower, I got dressed, put on a light amount of makeup, put my cash in my jeans and headed downstairs with my trunk.

"Where are we going exactly?" I asked and set my heavy trunk down.

"Diagon Alley. We are going to use Flu powder so we can get there quicker.

"What?" I said and rubbed my eyes, still tired.

"Oh, right! You have never used Flu powder before have you," she chuckled at what I'm guessing is a memory.

"Alright, Ginny why don't you show her how to use it,"

Ginny grabbed some ashes out of a pot that her mom was holding and stepped into the fireplace.

"Diagon Alley!" She said and dropped the powder. Green flames engulfed her body, and she was gone.

I gaped. What the CRAP?

"Alright dear your next," Mrs. Weasley said and I stepped into the fireplace.

"Take some of the Flu powder, and yell 'Diagon Alley!' and throw it on the ground like Ginny did,"

"Ok," I said and grabbed the powder. I let out a breath I was holding.

"Diagon Alley!" I said and dropped the powder on the floor. My body was engulfed in flames like Ginny's was, and I screamed, but when the flames were gone, I was standing in a fireplace in a store.

I saw Ginny smiling and she said, "How was it?"

"Exhilarating," I muttered and she laughed and pulled me out of the fireplace.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Three Broom Sticks. It's like a bar, usually whenever we use Flu powder, we go here."

We walked out of the restaurant and I followed Ginny.

"Where do we go first?" I asked.

"We are going to get you a wand. You do have money right?" She seemed worried. I'm guessing she didn't have much to spare for me. "Yeah, O Crap!" I said and slapped my forehead.

"What?" She asked.

"I left my trunk at your house!"

She waved her hand in dismissal and said, "No worries, my mom is taking ours to the train station."

"Do you know how to get there?" I asked

"Yeah,"

After the conversation I really got to take a look around. It seemed like a dull dreary place. For some reason I thought of this place as…I don't know…happy?

When I asked her she frowned and said, "It used to be. Until the war started, so now this place looks like…"

"Crap?" I asked.

She smiled and said, "Not the word I was looking for but yeah. Crap."

We walked up to a store and stopped. The sign read Ollivanders.

"Wait," I said before we walked in, "Home much do wands cost?"

"Seven galleons," She said and walked in. Great.

"Do they take American money?" I yelled and walked in.

"I do," came a voice from behind me. I gasped and shot back.

An old man with a 5'oclock shadow came from out of the shadows and said, "Money is money is it not?"

"I-I guess," I stuttered.

He smiled and said, "Well, I have never seen you before in my life, so I am guessing you are getting your first, and hopefully the only and last, wand. But you seem a bit old to be getting your first wand don't you?"

I signed and said, "I found out that I was a witch a few days ago, so needless to say I didn't need a wand for the first 16 year of my life,"

"Makes sense," He mused as her walked up and down the aisles of wands.

"You do not seem British. You are…?" He asked, still paroozing through the aisles.

"American," I finished and sat down in a chair next to Ginny.

He pulled a box from a shelf and walked over to me. He opened it and looked at me. As if I knew what I was supposed to do!

"Umm, thanks," I reached to grab it but he pulled the box with the wand away.

"The wand must choose you. Take it in your hand,"

I stood up and took the wand in my hand. I looked at Ginny who just shrugged. I asked, "What do you want me to do with this?"

"Well, give it a little swish!" He said and I swished it. Or whatever. Immediately a flower pot exploded. He grabbed the wand out of my hand, and muttered, "Alright not Unicorn Hair,"

After a few more minutes of rustling around his shop, he handed me a wand and said, "Veela Hair,"

I swished it, and gold sparks flew out of the tip. He smiled, "that will be $68.25 please."

I smiled and handed him the money. After I got my change and my wand, I left the shop with a huge smile.

I have a wand! That is so sick! I took it out of the bag, and I slipped it into my tall black boots. It was a nice place to keep it.

"Now where?" I asked and skipped to catch up with Ginny.

"Hmmm," She started. Do you have a school supply list?" She asked.

"No. I don't think so. Do you remember what you needed?" I asked.

"Well there are basics like quills, ink, parchment, notebooks,-" She started.

"I have all that," I said, "But I have like muggle pens if you will. And regular paper. Would they care?"

She shrugged, "Honestly, as long as you do the work neatly and completely, they wouldn't care if you wrote it on a piece of tree bark,"

"Cool," I said, "What books should I get then?"

She paused, but kept walking before saying, "The owner of the book store over there should have a list for Hogwarts. I'll go ask him."

We walked in and I was surprised to see at least a hundred of people in the store. At least this place looked happy.

"Go over to that aisle over there!" Ginny yelled over the shouts of other people. "I'll meet you there with the list,"

I nodded and headed over to the section. Nobody was there except me and a tall, dark looking man. By dark I didn't mean like, African, I meant like….mysterious.

Creepy.

He wore a long cape, and his nose was in a book called Advanced Potions Making. Hmm. Potions? Like medicine? Damn. I really didn't know much at all.

A few shelves over I saw a cool book that interested me. It was called One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.

I have always wanted to be a doctor, so maybe I could still be one even though I am a witch.

Alright so I am only 5 foot 5, so couldn't grab the book that was about 6 and a half feet in the air. I didn't want to try and jump to get it, because I didn't want to seem like a child.

I looked around for some sort of stool, but none were in sight.

I looked over at the creepy man. He wasn't engrossed in the book, he actually seemed quite bored.

I walked over to him and asked in a voice that I hoped didn't come out cracked or weak, "Sir, can you help me please?"

He looked up, totally annoyed, but I stayed emotionless. I was used to those kinds of stares from other people. Again—I was friendless for the first 16 year of my life.

"What do you need?" He said in a deep, annoying British accent.

"Can you get a book for me, I can't reach it," I backed up a bit, trying my best not to piss him off. Which is something I do often—apparently.

He sighed and set his book down.

He walked over to it and droned, "Can you not use magic? You seem old enough to,"

I blushed crimson and pinched the bridge of my nose. Damnit, "I...um…don't know how?" I said looking down. Great.

"What do you mean," I couldn't see his face, but I could feel his eyes penetrating me—as if he could see right through to my soul. Which is something most people probably wouldn't want to see. Not that I'm bad or anything, I'm just different.

"I told you. I don't know how," I said and looked up at his face. British people really need to reword some of their questions.

No offense.

He rolled his eyes and said, "What book?" I told him and he grabbed it and handed it to me.

"Thanks," I said and looked at the book. Herbs. That sounded medical.

"Your accent, where are you from?" he suddenly asked in a softer voice. Weird. I'm really getting mixed feelings about this guy.

"The U.S." I said still looking at the book.

"That explains the…" He started and I glared up at him. I swear if he makes fun of my accent…

"hat." He finished. Hat? Oh yeah! My cow girl hat! My mom gave it to me a month ago and it's like, my face piece of clothing.

"Gee, thanks," I said and rolled my eyes when he wasn't looking. I outstretched my hand and said, "Trixie Rayner,"

His eyes shot up and he said, "Rayner, did you say?"

I thought of something sarcastic to say, but decided against it and said, "Yes, why?"

"No reason," He droned. Creeper. My hand was still outstretched and when he wouldn't take it I slapped it on my book, as if that was what I was going to do in the first place.

"Well, thank you," I said and walked away.

What a creep.

YAY! I finished chappy three! Whoo hoo! I'm going to continue, and who do you think she met? Honestly if you don't know there is something wrong with you… Hahaha jk I love all of ya'll!

R&R and no flames please,

CaRo!