Hailey found herself on the boat with Hagrid. She had eaten the left-over sausages and had had been so excited she even wore her light blue shirt and dark blue skirt, since it was the only colours in her wardrobe besides the grey clothes.

She had to ask Hagrid the questions that she needed answered. It was a perfect time to get the questions out of the way. "You said my parents and I are famous. What exactly are we famous for?"

"Well, it's best that yeh know, but I'll tell yeh as much as I know. I can't tell yeh everythin', it's a great part myst'ry," Hagrid started.

"I'll be fine," Hailey replied. She was brushing her auburn hair out of her face, because it kept getting in her face.

"It begins, I suppose, with a—with a person called—but it's incredible that you don't know his name, everyone in our world knows—" Hagrid started explaining.

Hailey asked, "Who?"

"I don' like sayin' it, if I can help it. No one does," Hagrid stated.

Hailey couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

"People are still scared," Hagrid explained, "blimey this is difficult. There was this wizard who went…bad. As bad as one can go. Worse than worse. His name was…" He trailed off.

The Potter girl waited for Hagrid to continue, but he didn't. She suggested, "How about writing it down?"

"Can't spell it," Hagrid said. "All right—his name was Voldemort." He shuddered, "Don' make me say it again. Anyway, this wizard started looking for followers and he got 'em too. Some were afraid and some just wanted power, 'cause he was getting a lot of it. Dark days and yeh didn't know who ter trust. No one dared to get friendly with strange witches and wizards…terrible things happened. He was taking over. 'Course some stood up to him—he killed 'em, horribly," Hagrid explained.

Hailey realized that she may have asked the wrong question, but it was best that she got the whole "famous" thing over with. She nodded her understanding and for Hagrid to continue explaining.

"One o' the safe places left was Hogwarts. Reckon Dumbledore's the only one You-Know-Who was afraid of. Didn't dare try takin' the school, not jus' yet. Now yer mum an' dad were as good witch an' wizard as I ever knew." He sounded a little proud, "Head boy an' girl at Hogwarts in their day. Suppose the myst'ry is why You-Know-Who never tried to get 'em on his side before…probably knew they were too close ter Dumbledore ter want anythin' ter do with the Dark Side."

Hailey felt a little better knowing that her parents weren't evil and gone to the Dark Side, but she got a sinking feeling knowing that the story ends up with her parents dead and her being left with the Dursleys.

Hagrid continued explaining, "Maybe he thought he could persuade 'em…maybe he just wanted 'em outta the way. He turned up in the village where you was living, on Halloween ten years ago. You was just a year old and he came ter yer house an'—an'—" He suddenly pulled out a very dirty, spotted handkerchief and blew his nose, which sounded like a foghorn.

Hailey looked around, not knowing what to do and tentatively reached over. She awkwardly patted his knee twice, "There…there." Hagrid apologized. "It's okay." She took her hand back.

"It's that sad—knew yer parents, and nicer people yeh couldn't find—anyway, You-Know-Who killed 'em. An' then—an' this is the real myst'ry of the thing—he tried to kill you, too. Wanted ter make a clean job of it, I suppose, or maybe he just liked killin' back then. But he couldn't do it. Ever wondered how yeh got that mark on yer forehead? That was no ordinary cut. That's what yeh get when a powerful, evil curse touches yeh—took care of yer parents an' yer house, even—but it didn't work on yeh, an' that's why yer famous, Hailey. No one lived after he decided ter kill 'em, no one except you, an' he killed some o' the best witches an' wizards. The McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts—an' you was only a baby, an' you lived."

Hailey stared at Hagrid. She had a headache as something painful happened in her head. She saw the blinding flash of green light, more clearly than before and something else too; a high, cold, cruel laugh. She winced at the laugh and her stomach started churning. She noticed that they were coming to land.

"Took yeh from the ruined house myself on Dumbledore's orders. Brought yeh ter that lot…" Hagrid said.

"What happened to You-Know-Who?" Hailey asked. Was this guy still running around?

"He disappeared, on the same night he tried ter kill you. Makes yeh even more famous. Some say he died," Hagrid explained. "Codswallop in my opinion, dunno if he had enough human in him left to die. Some say he's still out there, bidin' his time, but I don't believe it. People who was on his 'side came back ter ours. Some say he's just bidin' his time, to weak ter carry on. Somethin' 'bout you finished him off and stumped him alright."

The boat hit the land and Hailey managed to get out. She went to the nearest rubbish bin and threw up in it. Hagrid tapped the boat with the pink umbrella and the boat started moving towards the island with the shack on it; all on its own, as if it was being pulled towards the shack by a magnet.

Hagrid walked over to Hailey, looking concerned for the eleven year old. "All right there, Hailey?"

She nodded and gave him a shaky smile. Her legs were wobbling, "Everything's good." She forced a chuckle and gave a thumb's up.

"Good, we got to get yer supplies," Hagrid said. They headed to the street to get to the little town towards the station.

"Um—I don't have any money. My uncle said he won't pay for me to go and learn magic," Hailey stated.

"Ssh," Hagrid shushed her. "You don't want to use that word around the Muggles. You don't want the Ministry of Magic to catch wind of you exposing magic."

Hailey frowned, "What does the Ministry of Magic do?"

"Their main job is ter keep it from the Muggles that witches an' wizards are still up an' down the country," Hagrid explained.

Hailey was still confused, "Why?"

Hagrid said, "Blimey, Hailey. Everyone would want solutions to their problems. We're best left alone."

Bystanders stared at the pair, because Hagrid was twice as tall as any human, there was a little girl with him, and Hagrid kept pointing at ordinary objects, like a parking meter as he said, "The things that Muggles come up with."

Hailey panted as she tried to keep up with Hagrid. "What about my money solution?"

"Don't worry about that. D'yeh think yer parents left yeh without anything?" Hagrid replied.

Hailey started, "If their house was destroyed—"

"They didn't keep their gold in the house. Nah, first stop fer us is Gringotts." Hagrid said and continued when he saw that Hailey looked puzzled, "wizards' bank."

Hailey nodded and left it at that.

They reached the train station and Hagrid gave her the "Muggle money" since he didn't understand it. Hailey counted out the money for the tickets before the ticket master could ring up the total. There was a train going to London in five minutes time.

On the train, more people stared at them than usual, because Hagrid had taken up two seats and started knitting what looked like a canary-yellow circus tent. "Still got your letter, Hailey?" he asked as he counted stitches.

She took out the letter and looked at the second part that she glanced at, but never read last night. "Yes," she looked at the list.

"Good," Hagrid said.

She reread the list again baffled. Where did one get stuff like a cauldron or dragonhide protective gloves? She looked up at Hagrid. "Can you buy this stuff in London?"

"If yeh know where to go," Hagrid answered.

Even though Hailey had never been to London before, Hagrid seemed to know where to go, but just not in an ordinary way. He got stuck in the turnstile in the Underground and complained about how the seats were too small.

When they were climbing down the broken escalator, Hagrid complained, "I don't know how Muggles manage without magic."

Hailey wanted to say, "we get used to it" but didn't. She didn't have a hard time keeping up since Hagrid was so huge, he parted the crowd, and all she had to do was stand close to him.

They passed a bunch of places that didn't look like they could see cauldrons or wands.

Hagrid stopped walking and Hailey bumped into him. "Here we are. The Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place."

Hailey thought that it sounded nasty and looked up at the grubby-pub. She would've walked right by and not even notice it until Hagrid stopped in front of it. She noticed how other people didn't even look at the pub.

Hagrid steered her in and the chatter stopped. She looked around and thought that for a famous place it was dark and shabby. A few old women were drinking what looked like wine, one of the women was smoking a long pipe, and a man in a top hat was talking to the bartender.

The patrons waved at him and the bartender grabbed a glass, "The usual, Hagrid?"

"Can't, Tom," Hagrid replied. He put a hand on Hailey's shoulder, nearly sending her sprawling to the floor. "I'm on Hogwarts business."

The bartender peered over at Hailey and did a double-take. "Is this—can it be—?" Tom looked at her, "Bless my soul…Hailey Potter…What an honour."

Tom rushed out and hugged Hailey, tears in his eyes. "Welcome back, Miss Potter. Welcome back," the man said, hugging Hailey a little too tightly. She winced and noticed that everyone was staring at them. She awkwardly patted Tom's shoulder blade, unsure of what to do. It was odd that a complete stranger was showing her more affection than her actual relatives. In fact, this was probably the first hug she had ever received; Tom released her and looked her in the eyes, "You have your father's eyes."

She had her father's eyes? She smiled a little at the mention of it, Tom gasped, "You even have his smile. I recognize that smile."

Soon, chairs started scraping and she had a rush of people running to her. A woman hugged her, "Doris Crockford, Miss Potter. I can't believe I'm meeting you at last."

"So proud, Miss Potter. So proud," a person said.

Someone shook Hailey's hand, "I always wanted to shake your hand. I'm all aflutter."

The man with a top hat shook her hand. "Delighted, Miss Potter, just can't tell you, Diggle's the name. Dedalus Diggle."

Hailey looked at the man with the top hat, "I remember you!" she exclaimed, remembering seeing the man before. "You bowed to me in a shop."

"She remembers!" Dedalus exclaimed, looking happy. "Did you hear that? She remembers."

More people kept coming for handshakes, but Doris kept going back for more hugs.

Hailey was starting to feel a little overwhelmed with all the attention and the pub was starting to feel a little warm inside.

A pale young man stepped forward, very nervously. His eye was twitching.

"Professor Quirrell!" Hagrid said and turned to Hailey. "He's going to be one of yer teachers at Hogwarts."

"P-P-Potter," the teacher stammered and grabbed Hailey's hand. His hand was oddly warm and sweaty. She tried not to show her disgust at the warmth. "C-can't t-tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you."

Hailey nodded at him. "What magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?"

"D-Defense Against the D-D-Dark Arts," he said, looking terrified, "N-Not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter?" He laughed nervously. "You'll be g-getting all your equipment, I suppose? I've g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on v-vampires, myself." He looked terrified, but Hailey wasn't sure if he scared at the thought of vampires or getting a new book.

The others didn't want Professor Quirrell to have Hailey to himself and went back for more handshakes or hugs.

Ten minutes later, Hailey and Hagrid managed to leave the pub, even though Doris Crockford went for one last hug. They got to a small, walled courtyard with a rubbish can and a few weeds. Hailey was breathing hard, sweaty, and she was unnaturally warm. Her heart was beating rapidly and her stomach was churning again. She stumbled and leaned against the wall of the pub to catch her breath.

"Yeh all right there, Hailey?" Hagrid asked, sounding a little concerned.

"Just…overwhelmed," she stated. "I wasn't expecting that at all." In fact, she wasn't expecting anything like that.

He grinned, "told yeh, yeh was famous. Even Professor Quirell was trembling. Mind yeh, he's always trembling."

"Is he always like that?" Hailey asked, watching Hagrid look for his umbrella.

"Oh, yeah, poor bloke. Brilliant mind. He was fine when he was studin' outta books but then he took a year off ter get some first-hand experience. They say he met vampires in the Black Forest and there was a nasty bit o' trouble with a hag. He's never been the same since," Hagrid explained. "He's scared of his students and his subject." He looked at the eleven year old girl. "Ready ter go?"

She nodded, "Yeah."

Hagrid tapped the wall muttering, "Three up…two across…"

A small hole appeared and then it started growing into an archway, large enough for Hagrid. The cobblestone street twisted and turned out of sight.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley." Hagrid said and they stepped through the archway.

The wall shrunk back into a solid way and she noticed a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop.

Cauldrons—All Sizes—Cooper—Pewter—Silver—Self-Stirring—Collapsible, a sign said, hanging over the cauldrons.

"Yeah, you'll be needin' one, but we need ter get your money first," Hagrid said.

Hailey wished she had more eyes so she'll be able to look at everything at once. There were crooked buildings and some buildings looked like they shouldn't be standing. The sun made everything look shiny. She saw a plump woman at an Apothecary, shaking her head, while saying, "Dragon liver, sixteen Sickles an ounce, they're mad…"

Her first thought was the farming sickle and looked at Hagrid, "Sickle? Like the harvesting tool?"

Hagrid chuckled, "No. Yeh'll see when we get ter Gringotts."

She heard a soft hooting and turned to the noise. There was a dark shop that said Eeylops Owl Emporium—Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy.

She noticed several boys her age looking in a shop with broomsticks. "Look, the new Nimbus Two Thousand—fastest ever—"

She saw shops that were selling books, quills, rolls of parchment, robes, telescopes, potion bottles, globes of the moon, and strange silver instruments she never saw before. She also saw windows with bat spleens and eels' eyes.

They reached a snow-white building in the middle of the alley with large columns. She would've thought it was out of place in Diagon Alley, except that it was crooked as well. The building towered over all of the other little shops and had burnished bronze doors. There was a creature wearing a scarlet and gold uniform. The creature was a—

"Goblin," Hagrid said to Hailey, as they walked up the large white stone steps. "They're not the friendliest of creatures, but they're clever things."

Hailey nodded and looked at the goblin. The goblin had a swarthy, clever, pointed face, and long hands and feet. He bowed to them as they walked in and there were silver doors with words engraved on them. Apparently, if she tried to steal something that wasn't hers, something bad would happen to her.

"Yeh'd have ter be mad to rob it," Hagrid said to her as they walked through the marble hall and up to a counter.

"Why?" Hailey asked.

"There's dragons protecting the bank," he said, and almost to himself, "I've always wanted a dragon."

She noticed that there were about a hundred more goblins sitting on high stools.

"Morning," Hagrid greeted a free goblin, "We've came ter take some money outta Miss Hailey Potter's safe."

Hailey ran her hand down her bangs and moved them to the side a little as Hagrid started riffling through his coat pockets. She looked over to see a goblin weighing a pile of rubies. Her breath caught in her throat as the rubies were big like coals and she stared at them. They were the most beautiful things she had ever seen.

"Got it," Hagrid said and Hailey looked at him as he held up a tiny golden key and passed it to the goblin. The goblin looked at it closely and Hailey looked at the rubies again. "An' I've got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore. It's about the You-Know-What in vault seven-hundred and thirteen."

"I will have someone take you down to both vaults." The goblin said, "Griphook."

Hagrid and Hailey was lead by the goblin to a door leading off the hall.

"What's the You-Know-What in vault seven-hundred and thirteen? Does it have something do with You-Know-Who since it's "You-Know-What?" Hailey asked confused.

"Can't tell yeh that," Hagrid said. "It's top secret, Hogwarts business. Moren' my job's worth ter tell yeh that."

Hailey nodded, and they stepped in a stone passageway lit with torches. It sloped downward and there were little tracks on the floor. Griphook whistled and a railway cart hurtled up to them. They climbed in and Hailey looked around for a seatbelt. There wasn't any and before she could voice her concerns on if this thing was safe, they were off. Hailey screamed in surprise and managed to close her mouth. They hurtled through a maze of passages and she tried to memorize the route but she lost track. They plunged deeper and past an underground lake where stalactites grew from the ceiling and stalagmites grew from the ground.

She turned to Hagrid, "Am I correct on the fact that a stalactite is icicle shaped and have pointed tips? And that stalagmites have round or flat tips?"

"Don't ask me questions, I think 'm going to be sick," Hagrid replied and Hailey noticed that he did look green.

They came to a stop and they got out Hagrid leaned against the wall and Hailey knew the feeling. She leaned against the cart to calm down and managed to get her bearings.

Soon the vault door opened, billowing out green smoke, and she gasped at the sight. She saw mounds of gold coins, columns of silver and even small piles of bronze coins.

Hagrid helped pile some of it in a pouch. "Galleons are the gold ones, silver ones are Sickles, and the bronze ones are Knuts. Seventeen Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle. Right, that should be enough for a couple of terms and the rest will be kept safe here."

Hailey nodded; even though she would probably need to write it down to memorize it.

They got back in the cart and they were hurtling to Vault 713.

They got out and Griphook told them to stand back. The vault had no keyhole and the goblin stroke the door with a long finger and it melted away.

"If anyone but a Gringotts Goblin tried that, they would be sucked in and trapped in there," Griphook explained.

"How often do you check and see if anyone's trapped in there?" Hailey asked.

"Once every ten years," Griphook said.

She nodded and looked in the vault. There was no coins or beautiful jewels, but a brown shabby bag, and she felt sad. Hagrid picked it up and put it in his coat.

One wild cart rid later, they were back in broad daylight.

"Do you mind if I slip off fer a bit o' a pick me up at the Leaky Cauldron?" Hagrid asked.

"I was wanting to get my books first," Hailey said.

"You can do that at Flourish and Blotts and I'll see you there." Hagrid said and walked towards The Leaky Cauldron.

She went straight for the book shop, after buying a new messenger bag, which was blue, her favorite colour.

Flourish and Blotts had stacks of books to the ceiling. There were books as large as paving stones, some as small as postage stamps, some with symbols on it, and a few had nothing in them either.

She got the book Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling off the shelf when she turned around and crashed into someone, sending all of their books tumbling all over the ground. "Ah, bloody hell," she said and they both went to the get the books but knocked their heads together.

"Ow," they both said and she realized the person was a guy with shaggy black hair, who may have been the same age as her. He had brown eyes and his face was narrow, too. She rubbed her forehead and they both said, "sorry," at the same time and they chuckled at that.

"I'm Hailey," she said to him, running her hand through her bangs.

"Michael," the boy said. A tall, blond hair man walked in the aisle, grabbed a book from the shelf, and looked at the two, who were both crouching down on the ground with books around them, with disgust before he walked on.

Hailey made a face, "What crawled up that guy's arse?" She realized that Michael was looking at the lightning bolt scar on her forehead.

"That's a cool looking scar," he said, pointing at her forehead.

"Thanks," Hailey replied. They gathered their books and Hailey handed him one of the copies. He grabbed it and their hands brushed into each other. She ignored that and they gathered their books. He helped her up off of the floor.

"Michael! Where are you?" A woman shouted and he flinched a little.

"I better get going, before my mum gets impatient." Michael asked, "See you around?"

Hailey smiled at him, "We'll see." He walked away and she gathered herself from the incident and met Hagrid outside where he was holding ice cream.

As they sat down to eat it, she told him about the incident in the bookshop with the tall, thin blond man. "He looked at me all disgusted like for some reason." She scooped out the ice cream and ate it. She chewed on some peanuts as she tried to figure out why the man was disgusted.

Hagrid looked at her, "I bet if he knew who yeh are, he would've been helping yeh up. Yeh saw how everyone reacted in the Leaky Cauldron."

Hailey shrugged, and thought about Michael and his "cool scar" comment. She felt her cheeks warm up a little and ate some ice cream to ward it off.

Hagrid looked at Hailey's list, "We still got a ways to go. I'll tell yeh what, you go get your robes fitted and I'll get you the cauldron, basic potion ingredients, and parchment, then we'll meet up, and get your wand. Does that sound good? I'll meet yeh outside Madame Malkins's."

Hailey nodded and after they finished they went separate ways again. She went into the robe shop feeling nervous, but she handled the bookstore pretty well.

Madame Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed in mauve and asked, "Hogwarts, dear?" Hailey was about ready to speak, "Got the lot in here—another young lady is being fitted right now, in fact."

In the back, there was a blonde haired girl wearing a sky blue headband with white clouds on it, standing on a stool getting robes fitted by another witch.

Madame Malkin had Hailey stand on the stool and put a long robe over her head, then went to pin it to the right length.

The blonde girl smiled at Hailey, "Hello. Are you going to Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes," the Potter girl replied.

"My father's next door buying my books for me," the blonde said. "He said that I'll be in Ravenclaw just like him. My mother wasn't a witch. I'm a half-blood. What about you?"

"My parents were a witch and wizard if that's what you're asking," Hailey said.

"Which House do you think you'll be in?" the blonde asked, smiling. She had green eyes, her face was round, and she seemed excited over the fact she was going to school.

"I'm not sure," Hailey said.

The blonde frowned and looked at her, "Which House were your parents in? My dad told me that kids usually end up in their parents' former Houses."

"Uh…I don't know," Hailey replied.

The blonde looked at her and frowned, "Oh. The Houses are Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gyffindor, and Slytherin. Ring any bells?"

"Not really," Hailey said. She felt stupid, which she didn't like.

The blonde sounded stunned, "Your parents never told you about which Houses or House they were in?"

"They're dead," Hailey whispered.

"You poor thing," the blonde said, actually sounding sad. "I would hug you, but…" she gestured to the witch that was fitting her robes.

"I'll be fine," Hailey stated. She already had too many strangers hugging her to last her a week.

The blonde gasped and Hailey looked at her confused. "Who is that?" She pointed to Hagrid who was looking in through the window.

"That's Hagrid. He's Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts," Hailey said, glad that it was at least something she knew.

The blonde gave a huge smile, "He looks cuddly!"

Hailey thought, this girl is kind of odd. I like her. If she was going to Hogwarts, she might as well learn her name just in case. "I'm Hailey."

"I'm Mandy," the blonde said, smiling at her. "I hope to see you at Hogwarts soon." Mandy's robes was finished getting fitted, she paid for them, and left the shop.

After Hailey's was finished, she went outside where Hagrid was waiting for her.

Hagrid stated, "Now we have to get yeh a wand—and I still need to get yeh a birthday gift."

"You don't have to do that," Hailey said, quickly. "I'll be fine."

"When was the last time yeh got a present?" Hagrid asked. Hailey didn't have the heart to tell him that she never received a present. Hagrid nodded, "Thought so."

Twenty minutes later, they left Eeylops Owl Emporium, Hailey carrying a cage with a beautiful snowy owl that was sleeping with her head under her wing, stammering her thanks.

"Don' mention it," Hagrid said. "I bet yeh never got a lot of presents from the Dursleys." She decided to keep her mouth shut on the fact she never received anything from them. "Now only place for wands—Ollivanders."

The last shop was narrow and shabby. In peeling gold letters it said: Ollivanders: Maker of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the window.

They entered the shop and a tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop. It was empty except for a spindly chair that Hagrid sat on.

Hailey felt as though she stepped in a library and looked at the thousands of narrow boxes that were piled high to the ceiling. The back of her neck prickled as the air and silence seemed to tingle with some sort of secret magic.

"Good afternoon," a voice said behind her. She jumped up and whipped around. There was a crunching sound and she looked over to see Hagrid standing up.

"Hello," she said awkwardly to the old man. The old man had wide pale eyes that seemed to shine through the gloom like moons.

"Ah yes," the man said. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon, Hailey Potter." The man looked at her, "you have your father's eyes and your mother's hair." That caused Hailey to blush and smile. "You also have your father's mischievous smile. It seems only yesterday your mother was in here, herself buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Great for charm work. Your father on the other hand, favored one made out of mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for Transfiguration. Well, I say he favored it—but it's really the wand who chooses the witch and wizard."

Hailey didn't realize that the man had came so close to her, to where she can see herself in those silvery eyes.

"And that's where…" the man said and reached over and touched Hailey's scar with a long finger. He removed it. "I'm sorry to say that I sold the very wand that caused that scar. Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands…well, if I'd known what was going to do out in the world…" he shook his head.

He noticed Hagrid and Hailey was left to look at the boxes of wands, wondering how she was supposed to pick one out. Ollivander had spoken to Hagrid about what Hagrid's wand was, and she gathered that Hagrid had been expelled and apparently the Ministry snapped his wand in half. Apparently he wasn't allowed to do magic.

Ollivander looked back at Hailey, "Let's see now, Miss Potter." He pulled out a tape measure with silver marking. "Which is your wand arm?"

Hailey didn't know what he meant by wand arm, so she said, "I'm right-handed."

"Hold out your arm," Ollivander said and Hailey did as she was told as he started measuring her arm.

He started explaining that no two wands were the same, just as no unicorn, phoenix, and dragons are the same. He was taking down boxes of wands and Hailey realized that the tape measure was measuring her nostrils.

Soon, Hailey was waving a bunch of wands around, but Ollivander kept taking them away, muttering to himself or to her about what the wands were made off. Soon the pile of wands was growing higher and Ollivander was getting more pleased.

"Tricky customer, eh?" Ollivander said, "Not to worry. We'll find the perfect match." He muttered to himself, "unusual combination…holly and phoenix feather…eleven inches…nice and supple." He handed the wand to Hailey, who took the wand.

She felt warmth in her arm and she gave it a swish. A stream of blue and red sparks shot out like fireworks, and seemed to dance. Hagrid whooped and clapped.

"Curious, curious," Olivander said as he put Hailey's wand in a box.

"Sorry, but what's curious?" Hailey asked, getting confused.

Ollivander looked at Hailey, "I remember every wand I sell, Miss Potter. Every single wand. It happens that the phoenix that made your wand, whose tail feather that's in your wand gave another one—just one other. It's very curious that you would be destined for this wand when its brother wand gave you that scar." Hailey swallowed and felt her stomach churning again. "Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed on how these things happen. The wand chooses the witch or wizard, remember. I think we must expect great things from you, after all, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named did great things…terrible yes, but great."

Hailey paid seven Galleons for the wand, but she wasn't sure how to feel about Ollivander.

By late afternoon, Hagrid had given Hailey the train ticket for Hogwarts which was for First of September at King's Cross station. He told her that if she had trouble with the Dursleys, he should send the owl out because she'll find him and that she'll see him soon.

A/N: Holy crap, this was the longest chapter I have ever written in my lifetime.