Anck-Su-Namun with narrowed eyes followed the purple fool through a hole in his office to a street with cobbled brick that twisted from another hole in the wall and turning out of sight. The twentieth century of the A.D. time period put houses taller and closer together. She felt claustrophobic at the close proximity of all the buildings.

She followed the elderly wizard to a world of people dressed to the hilt in silks just as she was – wearing something borrowed from that stiff woman Professor Dumbledore had introduced her to as Minerva McGonagall. She would have preferred her Egyptian-wear.

It was even worse that another one of his demon inspired Professors had insisted that she cut her hair in the English style. Her mood kept getting more and more sour. The argument regarding her name had continued. Dumbledore had not relented in his insistence that she be called "Harriet Potter." She had refused to budge. She loved her Egyptian name, and she was no longer Harry Potter so why try to be anything like Harry Potter.

Dumbledore strode ahead in quiet, looking for – hoping for – something or anything to make an impression on the young lady and gain him some standing with the girl.

"Welcome," Dumbledore said, "to Diagon Alley."

Dumbledore seemed to hope that this would make an impression on the young priestess of Sekhmet, but she just looked ahead as if she wer on a business trip.

He handed her the list that had been in the invitation he had addressed to Harriet Potter. Her perfect eyes looked down again at the letter. Then, she unfolded a second piece of paper she had seen and read the list of things needed again.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Uniform

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plan pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please not all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

Course books

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginnings' Guid to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Draughts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by New Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

The girl turned as she heard a soft hooting come from Eeylops Owl Emporium.

"What do you use owls for?" She asked again with what Dumbledore thought at first must be keen interest.

"They can be companions or they can carry letters for you. They are very handy." He said, and then his eyes got that twinkle. "Perhaps you might like one?" He hoped he could get her excited about something from this world. But her eyes looked straight ahead.

"I don't have need of frivolities, Headmaster," she said. "Lead the way to what we need."

"We need Gringotts, first he said."

They walked to the largest building in the so-called alley. It was a white building that towered high into the sky. She looked at the golden doors and then saw goblins in uniform of scarlet and gold. She had only seen a goblin once when she was young in Egypt. She bowed in respect as she passed the goblin as they made their way inside. Then, they were facing a second pair of doors, silver with words engraved upon them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So, if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

The goblin bowed back as she passed through the silver doors and made her way into the vast marble hall. A hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large books, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these. Dumbledore and his charge made it to the counter.

"Morning," said Dumbledore with a twinkle to his eye at the free goblin. "We've come to withdraw funds from Harry Potter's vault."

The goblin was about to start making marks in his ledger and begin the process to do just then when he did a double shake of his head at the Headmaster.

"I have always heard that you were an eccentric one, Albus Dumbledore, but no one has ever accused you of trying to claim a treasure of someone else. You are attempting Line Theft."

"Nonsense," Professor Dumbledore said, "With a clear sweat going down his face. This person was Harry Potter, but now she is Harriet Potter."

"Surely, this is a jest," The goblin said.

"May I interject?" The young lady finally spoke up.

The goblin looked at her and nodded.

"The Headmaster has this idea," she started. "He thinks if I declare something to be then it shall be. My name is Anck-su-Namun. I would prefer to use the proper name for the thing that it is."

The goblin chuckled at the Headmaster. Then the goblin behind the counter started to turn his head to look for the next person of business.

"But surely –" Dumbledore said, "An inheritance test can be done –"

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," the goblin said with pure anger. "If –" then he turned to the girl. "What is your name again?"

"Anck-su-Namun," she said with a smile.

"If Anck-su-Namun is not named in the Potter will, then other family will be inheriting the vast Potter fortune." Then he stopped with a thought, "and if you have the key to that vault, then you should hand it over now. There is no reason since I have read the Potter will why you of all people should have that key."

The Headmaster's face turned redder as he pulled the key out of his robes and handed it over to the goblin.

"If there is no other business –" the goblin began.

But the girl cleared her throat.

"Excuse me, Master Goblin," she said with a smile, "by Divination I had ascertained that there would be trouble. So, I have brought something I think I can use to open a vault of my own."

She reached into a pocket in her purse and pulled out the most exquisite jewel.

Professor Dumbledore stared in wonder at the girl and the jewel, shaken that he was so outmaneuvered by an eleven year old girl.

The Goblin reached out his hand to take the jewel, "May I see?"

She nodded. He inspected it carefully.

"It will need to be inspected, but we normally have a contract we offer that grants the user funds from a possible vault until the full value of the jewel is given."

"How much?" She asked.

"One million galleons," he said, "would be a safe number, but I feel that this jewel is worth one hundred times more."

As he pulled out the document, he asked, "What name would you like this vault set up as?"

"Harriet Potter –" Dumbledore blurted out.

The Goblin waited for her response.

She turned with a dismissive look at the Headmaster. "Since, we use the proper name for things –" she said, "Open the vault in the name of Anck-su-Namun."

"Yes, miss –" he said. "Consider it done."

Once Anck-su-Namun was finished filing out the forms, she handed them back to the goblin. He handed her a card.

"This card represents your account with Gringotts. It will work with any business in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade."

Then, he handed her another card.

"This is what Muggles call a credit card." She took this with a queer look, but didn't say a word. "It will work in the Muggle world."

She nodded her head in understanding. She realized – a Muggle is a non-magic user.

With their business at Gringotts finished, a white-faced Albus Dumbledore led Anck-su-Namun out of the bank and back into Diagon Alley. Next, he walked them in Madam Malkin's. This time he remained in the back and stayed quiet.

A squat witch with a huge grin on her face stepped up to her as a chime went off at their entry.

"Hogwarts, dear?" she said.

The girl nodded. "That is what I am told," she replied. "First year, and she added – I am short on a full wardrobe for a young lady of pureblood station. Would you be willing to help me with that as well?"

The woman led her to the back where she put her into a room and a robe was placed around her head and she began to pin it to the right length. She hummed quietly as she pinned and moved. Anck-su-Namun stood perfectly still as she waited for the woman to finish her work. After she was properly measured, she led her back to the front where she was given the choices of fabrics and a book on fashion.

Professor Dumbledore remained quiet as Anck-su-Namun looked over the fashions for someone of her age and station, chose colors and cloths and even a few items of jewelry. When it was all done, Madame Malkin spoke to Anck-su-Namun and the Headmaster. "To where should I have these items sent?"

"To the Leaky Cauldron," Dumbledore said. He looked at her and seemed to debate something in his head. "To the name of Anck-su-Namun."

The girl nodded as she finished paying. "They shall be delivered tomorrow, fair lady."

"Thank you," she replied.

Dumbledore led the girl out and down to a candy shop at the end of the street.

"Would you like some candy, Harriet?" He asked.

She leveled her eyes at him, but did not correct him.

"No thank you, Sir."

Dumbledore grabbed several chocolates and other of his favorite candies, then they were off again.

He led her to Flourish and Blotts. This store had shelves upon shelves of books from floor to ceiling. From there, he led her to a place where she bought her cauldron and her potion ingredients. Once outside the Apothecary, Dumbledore started to cheer up.

"Time to get you a wand," he said.

She followed him to a narrow shabby shop. Golden letters falling off the sign read Ollivanders: makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

When they walked in a tinkling bell somewhere in the depths of the shop rang through. Dumbledore led her to a single, spindly chair where they both sat to wait.

She felt the little sticks seeming to jump around them, eager to touch her hand.

"Good afternoon," said a soft voice that did not surprise either Dumbledore or Anck-su-Namun.

The man looked at her and frowned. "Who do we have here?"

She was about to say her name when Dumbledore again chose to interpose his identity for her.

"This is Harriet Potter," he said, "The daughter of James and Lily Potter."

Mr. Ollivander studied her carefully.

"She has Lily Potter's eyes – that is for sure."

"She has the same color of hair as her father, but it is made up perfectly."

He nodded as if that was proof enough for his words. "It seems like yesterday when your mother was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. It was perfect for charms."

He examined her more closely.

"Your father," he said, "favored his mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. It had a little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well – " he chuckled as if he had said a joke. "The wand chooses the witch, so I misspoke."

She sat back at attention preparing herself for a long ordeal.

Mr. Ollivander turned to look at Dumbledore. "I never gave you a wand in your youth, Headmaster –" he said.

"We aren't here for me," the Headmaster chuckled. "Let's work on Miss Potter, please."

"Well, Miss Potter," he said. "What is your wand arm?"

She reached out her right hand and held it.

He measured her from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Ms. Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another witch's wand."

She watched as the tape measure did its work all on its own. Mr. Ollivander began flitting around the shelves, taking down a few boxes.

"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Ms. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."

"I understand the concept, Mr. Ollivander," she replied. She took the wand, waved it, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it right out of her hand.

"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy. Try –"

She was about to try. She had just raised the wand, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it right back.

He went to the back and brought out many other boxes. The pile of the wands she had tried was getting higher and higher. Each time a wand was rejected, the crazy man seemed to become happier.

"We'll find the perfect match for you – I wonder, now – yes, why not – unusual combination – holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

Anck-su-Namun knew it the minute she touched it. She felt warmth, like she felt from a stave made just for you. She raised the wand above her head and brought it down through the air. This brought streams of red and gold and blue and green flying as fireworks above her head. Dumbledore's eyes had that twinkle they had when something was going the way he wanted it to go.

Mr. Ollivander was jumping up and down like a little boy.

"Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well … how curious … how very curious."

He put her wand into its box and wrapped it into brown paper. Still he said, "Curious … curious …"

"There is a story here," Anck-su-Namun said, "Isn't there?"

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Ms. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather – just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when its brother – why, it's brother killed your parents."

Her eyes leveled at the wandmaker.

"Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the witch, remember…. I think we must expect great things from you, Ms. Potter…. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things – terrible, yes, but great."

Anck-su-Namun nearly shrugged. "I think I have enough history for today."

So, she paid the seven gold Galleons for her wand, Mr. Ollivander bowed, and he showed them out.

Dumbledore led her to the Leaky Cauldron.

"I have made arrangements for you to stay at the inn here," he said. "The innkeeper, whose name is Tom is expecting a young girl."

"Named Harriet Potter, right?" She asked with amusement.

The Headmaster chuckled. "You understand, my girl."

He led her back through the Alley to Leaky Cauldron. He tapped the wall outside the building and it moved until an archway appeared and allowed her into a tiny, grubby-looking pub.

She tried not to sneeze at the dusty dirty building. She didn't look at the old women in the corner or the young man sitting and drinking his small glass. Dumbledore walked right up to the man behind the bar.

"Tom, my boy," he said. "Let me introduce you to Harriet Potter."

"Oh yes," Tom replied. A few people peeked up to look at Dumbledore and the young girl with them, but did not connect the name Potter with a girl. They went back to their business.

"You have her room ready, my boy?" He asked.

Tom shook his head, eager to please.

"My stuff isn't coming for Harriet Potter, Headmaster," she said with an edged voice.

"Oh yes," the Headmaster said. "Her name is truly Anck-su-Namun – a difficult name to speak for sure. She has some items arriving from Madame Malkins under that name. They are to be brought to Miss Potter's quarters."

"It won't be a problem, Sir," He replied.

Dumbledore made his exit quickly after that. "I will see you on September 1st, my dear," and then he was out of the pub as quickly as possible.

"Let's show you to your room," he said. He helped her with her heavy carriage of books and equipment down the hall.

"I usually save these rooms for students this week. There are a few in rooms nearby, who travel from far away just to be near the Hogwarts Express."

She inclined her head a gesture of command that he lead the way. He led her to the back of the inn and down a hall to a room. Then, he took the key and opened it for her, pulling her stuff in. He led her to the room and helped her put away all her stuff.

"If I could be so bold, Miss," he said, "But you might do well to get a bottomless chest in the alley tomorrow."

"An easier way to carry all my stuff, I take it," she replied.

Tom grinned widely.

"Would you like me to bring some food up?" He asked.

"That would be delightful. Some of that bread, soup, and this butterbeer I was told about." She replied.

"Of course," he said as he began to turn around. "And one more thing – " he said. "What should I call you?"

"My name is Anck-su-Namun, Tom," she replied. "But if it is easier for you, I will permit you to call me Harriet."

"Thank you, Harriet," he said with a grin, then he turned the door behind him and walked away.

Anck-su-Namun sighed at the way she had been maneuvered into that name change and started to resign herself to being called Harriet Potter. Even though this was the case it still irritated her that the Headmaster had not worked with her on a name, but simply declared it to be. She would need to watch out for his maneuvers in the future. She wondered whose good he was watching out for.

She took her little stick out, the thing the wizards and witches of this time called a wand. She pointed it into the sky. She could feel it bond with her. She could feel something in it trace her somewhere else. She smirked, recognizing the crafty method of observing her magic. She put the wand back into its box. She pulled a small stick from her purse and with a twirl watched it stretch out into a long stave with the Uraeus on its end.

"Protect me – " she began to hiss as she moved the stave. "Allow none who would do me harm to enter," she continued to hiss." Then she pounded the stave to the ground. She would allow any to enter, but any who thought to do her harm would run into an invisible wall or be pushed gently but firmly out. Then, she slowly began to loosen her stiff clothes and prepare the table for the small dinner that was coming up.