Draco: Ness still doesnt own HP tho she wishes it.
Nes: Yes I do. Hey JKR can I have HP yet?
"It says that I've been accepted to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and what is required for first years. It also says that an employee would come and take me to get the stuff and take me to the train station."
"That's great mistress your life is changing for the better little by little. So when are they coming for you?"
Hazel looked over the letter again to make sure she said the correct time. "Says tomorrow at ten in the morning. Well least the bastard won't be home at that time since they planned on going to see Marge tomorrow."
"Yes Mistress that is a good thing. I think I will stay hidden in the rosebushes tomorrow while you are gone."
"Are you sure Selena?" Hazel asked with a surprised stricken face. "You normally want to go everywhere with me."
"Yes sorry mistress but I want to take a nap in one of your masterpieces here before they die again." Selena answered sheepishly.
"Well ok have fun napping."
"Oh I will mistress. You better have fun tomorrow or you'll have to deal with me when you get back tomorrow." Selena hissed while she intensely glared at Hazel.
"Ok I will. I might as well just sleep the day away. Don't have any clue how tomorrows gonna go." Hazel then stretched and laid down on the little old, grimy cot to go to sleep. I can't wait till I'm out of here.
The next morning went the same as any other morning. Hazel being rudely awakened, then being forced to fix the jackass' breakfast. The only thing different today was them leaving right after they finished eating. Hazel stood by the door until she couldn't hear the roar of Vernon's mustang anymore.
"Thank god they're finally gone." Hazel said to herself while she got a change of clothes and took a quick shower. When she got out and dressed she transfigured her clothes into better ones. She made her dark blue jeans and forest green polo shirt fit correctly and look newer. She brushed and put her hair into a high ponytail and applied glamors to her bruises and cuts that were visible. Right when she finished she heard a knock on the door. She answered the door to see a giant man, about nine feet tall, with beady black eyes.
"I'm Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Ground at Hogwarts. And I'm your escort for the day. Happy Birthday by the way." He held out his hand, and Hazel grasped it firmly with her own smaller one, shaking it firmly.
"I'm Hazel Dursley. Nice to meet you. Thank you." Hazel said still in shock of how big the man was.
"Well come on. We best be going." Hagrid said as he started walking away and towards a motorcycle. He had gotten on it while Hazel was locking the house up. Hazel turned around and just stared at him for a minute. "Well what you waiting for hop on." Hagrid said while jerking his head to the seat behind him. Hazel then ran over to him and jumped on holding onto Hagrid's coat say they drove down the road. They stopped at a pub where the sigh said "The Leaky Cauldron".
Hazel and Hagrid had just entered the dark shabby pub. "Welcome to The Leaky Cauldron." Hagrid said in a low voice. Everyone seemed to know Hagrid.
The bartender reached for a glass. "The usual, Hagrid?"
Hagrid shook his head. "No, Tom, I am afraid that I can't right now. I happen to be on business for Dumbledore. Just getting young Hazel here her school supplies." He gestured slightly to Hazel, only to find that she'd disappeared. He found her quickly, just behind him. She peered out, a bit shy, from behind his back at everyone else.
"Well hello there dear, I'm Tom. What's your name?" Hazel didn't know what to say to this. Everyone was looking at her.
"Hi, Hazel Dursley." Hazel said from her hiding spot behind Hagrid. A pale young man made his way forward, wringing his hands, looking very nervous. Having a sudden bad feeling, Hazel ducked even father into her spot behind Hagrid for safety. She hadn't even heard him say a word, but Hazel already knew that she didn't like this guy, whoever the hell he is.
Hagrid nodded his head slightly in greeting to the young man before looking around at Hazel. "Hazel, this is Professor Quirrell. He teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"D-D-Dursley, c-can't tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you." He reached out to grasp Hazel's hand, but she pulled away without even thinking about it, staring coldly at the outstretched hand without even a word of greeting. She was one to trust her instincts and her instincts didn't like him. Hagrid looked to where she was behind him and gave her a strange look, obviously wondering what was up with this girl who had been, until now, pretty friendly and polite.
Quirrell put his hand back down, taking no notice of Hazel's rudeness, and kept on stammering about stuff. Hazel paid no attention to him really. She tapped Hagrid lightly on the back and he bent down slightly to hear her. "Hagrid, could we please get out of here? I…"
"Oh Yes we need to get your school supplies, Hazel." And he led Hazel out into a small, walled-in empty courtyard.
"Is he always so nervous?" Hazel asked Hagrid after a quick pause.
Hagrid shook his head. "Yeah, he learned so much out of books, and then thought he knew all there was to know. So then he took a year off to go abroad and gain some experience in the field. Well, let's just say that he couldn't handle being out there. No one knows all of what happened, but he's been like this since he's returned."
Hazel nodded. "I see." And she did see. "Even in the Muggle world, there were some people who were meant to stay inside a safe environment, and there were some people who were meant to be out in the wild, so to say." Hagrid caught Hazel's attention by pulling a pink umbrella from his coat and tapping a particular brick on the wall in front of them. The brick which Hagrid had stared moving with others following it forming small hole which was growing larger. Just a second later, they were facing a large archway that looked onto a street that twisted and turned out of sight.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley." Hagrid said opening his arms wide open like he was presenting the world to Hazel which he was in a way. Hazel walked forward into the alley slowly, her big icy electric blue eyes wide as they drank in all there was to see; all the strange shops, all the strange people, all the strange everything. Unseen by her, Hagrid smiled at her completely and utterly innocent amazement.
Hazel looked this way and that, turning her head slowly so as to take in everything that she could around her. "Hagrid?" She asked, her voice quiet. "If you are in no hurry, could we please not rush with the shopping today? I would truly like to take the time to thoroughly take in everything, you know?"
Hagrid nodded. "Of course, Hazel. There is no need to hurry, anyway, as I have nothing else to do today. Before we can do any shopping, we gotta go get some of your money out of the bank, of course."
"My money? What money? I don't have any." Hazel said with a confused look on her face.
"Why of course you do Hazel. Your parents had a vault arranged for you with enough money to get you though of Hogwarts all the way. Didn't you know that?" Hagrid asked in a surprised voice.
"No, my parents are dead." Hazel shook her head in a no motion.
"No, they're not Hazel."
"Oh." Hazel said in a depressed voice. I can't believe it the bastards weren't lying. My parents really didn't want me...hate...hate them...I HATE THEM ALL THEY SHOULD ALL GO STRAIGHT TO HELL!
Hazel snapped out of it when she noticed Hagrid was shaking her shoulders. "Hazel are you alright?" Hagrid asked her with his voice filled with concern.
Come on Hazel think about them later. Selena will not be happy with you if you don't have fun today. Just acted happy. Hazel finished the chat with herself and smiled at Hagrid. "Yeah I'm fine Hagrid. Come on let's go." Hazel said as she started walking.
"Umm Hazel you're going the wrong way." Hagrid said with a smile.
Hazel blushed in embarrassment and turned around walking past Hagrid. "Oh, I knew that." Hagrid just smiled bigger and so the duo walked until they had came to a white building. Standing guard by its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of gold and scarlet, was a creature that Hazel knew from all the fantasy books she had previously read. Before Hagrid could give an explanation of the creature to her, she spoke up. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but that would be a goblin, right?" Obviously surprised at Hazel's correct guess he remained silent. After a few moments Hagrid's face looked a tad pleased.
Once inside, they made there way to a free spot at the counter. Hagrid was the one who spoke to the goblin first. "We have come to collect some money from Miss Dursley's safe."
The goblin looked down at Hazel, and then back at Hagrid. "I see. You have her key, then?"
"Of course. I got it in here somewhere." Hagrid said as he went searching in his coat pockets."Ah here's the little bugger." Hagrid held up a little golden key to the goblin. "This here's from Professor Dumbledore… it's about the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen." Hagrid said as he gave a letter to the goblin. After reading over the letter carefully, the goblin nodded once more before calling on another goblin, one named Griphook, to take the two of them down to both of the safes. As they followed the goblin, Hazel mentally wondered what it was that Hagrid was picking up that seemed so secret, but decided not to pry. She only did that when necessary and personally she really didn't care all that much right now.
When they reached the cart, they climbed in. As the cart sped along the track, Hagrid then turned to Hazel and pulled from a pouch inside his cloak three coins; a bronze one, a gold one, and a silver one. "I should explain our currency to you, Hazel." He said. First, he held up the first coin; a large gold one about the size of a US silver dollar. "This coin is worth the most of the three. It is called a Galleon. Some of the poorer families of our community actually have very few of these." Next, he held up the second coin; a medium-sized silver one about the size of a US quarter. "This, Hazel," he said, "is a Sickle. There are seventeen of these in a Galleon. This is, of course, more common than the Galleon." Lastly, he held up the last coin; a little bronze one that was slightly smaller than the US penny. "This is called a Knut, and is worth the least of these coins. There are twenty-nine of these to a Sickle." He pocketed the three coins once more. "Understand, Hazel?" Hazel nodded. Its not hard at all! Hazel thought. About then, they reached Hazel's safe. Once the goblin had unlocked the door, Hagrid and Hazel got out of the cart and walked to the door. Once they got inside, Hazel's jaw dropped. Hagrid smiled slightly, amused at her reaction. "It's all yours, Hazel." He said quietly. "Every bit of it." Wordlessly, Hazel began loading some of each of the coins into her bag, then they left the safe and climbed back into the cart. They went faster and deeper into the tunnels, and Hazel shivered slightly as the air became colder. When they had reached the vault that was their destination, Hazel waited in the cart. As Hagrid and the goblin made their way to the door, Hazel was surprised to see that it had no keyhole; instead, the goblin simply stroked it with one of his long fingernails, causing the door to just open. Hagrid came out a moment later, and Hazel noticed that he was tucking a little grubby brown paper-wrapped package into his coat. She wondered what it was that could be so important, but again decided not to pry.
A little later, as the two stood on the pavement outside of the bank, Hagrid stood there for a moment, thinking, and then turned to Hazel. "I have some business to take care of, Hazel, so I'll see you off to get your robes first, alright?"
"Alright," Hazel agreed. He pointed towards the shop where she would be going, Madam Malkin's Robes for all occasions, and Hazel walked towards it, looking around as she walked. Hagrid waited until she had entered the shop before he took off walking himself. As soon as Hazel walked in, she met Madam Malkin; a short, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.
"Hogwarts, dear?" she said, before Hazel could even say a word. "Got the lot here – another young man being fitted just now, in fact." In the back of the shop, a boy was standing on a footstool while another witch pinned up his long black robes. The boy had a pale, pointed face, white-blond hair that was currently slicked smartly back, and pale blue-gray eyes. He watched as Madam Malkin stood Hazel on a stool next to him, slipped on a long robe over her head, and began to pin it to the right length.
"Hello," said the boy, smiling slightly as he looked Hazel up and down curiously. "Hogwarts, too?"
Hazel nodded, smiling back. "Yeah."
"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll ask father to get me one. Have you got your own broom?" the boy went on.
"No," Hazel answered, shaking her head.
"Play Quidditch at all?"
"No," she answered. "Honestly, I don't really know what Quidditch even is. You see…" she blushed slightly. "I'm rather new to all of this."
"Oh, you're a Muggle-born, then?"
"No, not Muggle-born, simply Muggle-raised." She said while she pointed her index finger to the ceiling.
"What?" The boy seemed confused by this.
"Well, you see, I was orphaned as a baby when my parents didn't want me," Hazel tried to explain. "And so I was given to my Muggle relatives to be raised by."
The boy nodded, now understanding. "I see."
"My name's Hazel." She tilted her head slightly, curious. "May I ask your name?"
The boy gave a cute smile before answering. "The name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
"Pleased to meet you, Draco," Hazel said, then added, looking thoughtful, "Draco… If I remember right, that's Latin for 'Dragon', right?"
"Yes. And it was a pleasure meeting you, also, Hazel." Madam Malkin finished with Hazel then and Hazel stepped lightly down off of the stool. Before she left the shop with her packaged-up robes, the boy, who was also getting ready to leave, gave her a genuine smile. "I look forward to seeing you at Hogwarts, Hazel."
Hazel smiled back before leaving. "The same goes for you, Draco." When she walked out, she found Hagrid waiting for her. When she spoke to him of Draco, he looked thoughtful before speaking.
"The Malfoy family are..."
Draco: Well least Hazel got to meet a strapping young man in this chapter.
Nes: Oh get over yourself already Draco. That was it for chapter 2.