A/N: Wow! I finally got to write a chapter. Laziness is a horrible thing, but a disappointed writer is even worse. My apologies to anyone who has been waiting. I won't promise regular updates but I do hope I would get passed these first chapters and get to the fun part. I had lost my motivation. But I think I might have got a new one. Read and….(I don't dare ask for reviews after such a long delay.)

I could hardly sit quiet for a minute when Thursday finally arrived; so much so that Bessie got crossed and threatened me with no breakfast. I had woken up early, much earlier than anyone else that morning, and had tossed and turned a lot the night before, before I could fall sleep. But excitement deprived me of a peaceful slumber.

At last Bessie woke up and helped me dress, but said that I had to wait for others to wake for breakfast. I didn't mind since I could not, I was sure, eat anything.

Minutes felt like hours and I found it hard to concentrate on anything but the prospect of a new life; a world entirely different to what I had yet known.

I mumbled a good morning to Mrs. Reed, when Bessie took me down for breakfast, and sat silently at the table, careful not to make any remarks as John harassed me as usual lest I make Mrs. Reed angry and she would change her mind and not let me go with Professor Dumbledore. I felt nauseous too, but tried to eat just to satisfy Bessie. I would be "good" today.

When breakfast was over at last, Mrs. Reed and her children went out "carriage riding" as Georgiana told me with her tongue sticking out, and Bessie told me to go and get ready as she finished packing my clothes. As I started meddling with my hair in front of the looking glass, worry crept over me. What if he changed his mind? Or forgot?

"What are you doing Miss Jane? Not that way!" Bessie scolded as she took the comb from me. I let her smoothen my hair as I looked at her with anxious eyes.

"Bessie, Mr. Dumb…er…Brockelhurst is coming today?"

She narrowed her eyes "yes he will come today. You won't forget that you would be a good girl?"

"No, I won't forget."

Her lips twisted with some sort of emotion that I could not place. "come here" she said. And I did, suddenly realising that with leaving Gateshead, I would never see Bessie again. I put my arms around her neck.

"You are a strange child, Miss Jane" she said as she looked down at me. "A little roving, solitary thing. And you are going to school"

I nodded.

"And won't you be sorry to leave poor Bessie?"

"What does Bessie care for me? She is always scolding me."

"But you are such a queer, frightened shy little thing. You should be bolder."

I gave her one of my childish smiles "I promise I will be"

"But you're glad to leave me?"

"Not at all Bessie. Indeed, just now I'm rather sorry."

"Just now? And rather! How coolly my lady says it. And I daresay she won't give me a kiss if I asked her. She will say she would rather not."

"I will give and welcome you. Bend your head" She did and as we mutually embraced, the door bell ring.

I jumped. "He's here!"

"Come now." Bessie said.

And there he was at the door; The tall aging man with the long beard and Blue eyes twinkling from behind the odd looking half-moon spectacles; Smiling at me.

"Ah good morning"

"Good morning, sir."

"Ready?" he said and looked at Bessie for confirmation.

"Yes" I answered gleefully.

"Good bye Miss Jane." Bessie said and when I looked at her, I realized her eyes seemed wet.

"Good bye Bessie." I said as I kissed her cheek.

She looked around confusedly for a moment, and then turned to Professor Dumbledore. "Where is the couch-man, sir?"

"Oh you can give her luggage to me." He said smiling. Bessie looked uneasy but did so, and after another moment the door was closed, and I bid Gateshead farewell as I fell into step besides the Professor.

"Is the carriage very far?" I asked.

"We shall not be going in a carriage."

"Then how are we to get to London?"

"Well, Wizards have their own way of travelling."

I looked around but there were no trace of brooms around either. Besides I wouldn't go with one, I didn't know how and would fall.

"Sir, are you going to carry that all the way?" I asked looking at my luggage. "It must be heavy." He only chuckled and looked at the fields around. There was not a soul there, except if one counted the birds. Then he took his wand out again like last time, and tapped at the luggage. And it vanished!

"Where did it go?" I exclaimed.

"To the Kings Cross Station."

I did not know where that was, but assuming it was somewhere in London, I did not ask any more questions.

"Hold on to my arm" he said. I was reluctant wondering what wonders he was about to do now, but I did as he asked.

I felt suffocated as all around me span into darkness and I felt enclosed within some dark walls pressing on me. I closed my eyes and tried to scream but there was not sufficient air. However it did not last long as in mere seconds I was released.

I wanted to burst out with fear and curiosity, but the moment I opened my eyes, we were no longer near the gates of my aunt's house, nor in the fields of _shire anymore. But in a crowded room with many unusually dressed people sitted at round tables and talking aloud. It looked like it would be an inn, except it was strangely different than the little I had seen of other inns. I moved closer to the professor instinctly.

"Where are we?"

"The Leaky Cauldron. We are going to buy you what you will need for school, as I promised you."

"From here?"

"No, my dear. From Diagon Alley. This place is only a connection from the muggle London to ours."

"Professor Dumbledor!" said a man from the other side of the room as he came towards us.

"Oh hello, Tom."

"New student?" he asked gesturing at me.

"Yes."

"Wonderful! Care for a drink?"

"No thank you we have to go." He said, as he headed towards a door I hadn't seen and followed close behind.