Hey everyone! This is awesome Erin here! I wanted to apologize that I'm not doing an update a day, but have decided to do an update per week. sorry...

JK : This Alien does not own Harry Potter, and never will.

Erin: Harsh much?

Alison: I think she went to easy on you actually, I mean, You only own me and a couple people in this chapter, along with the poem thingy.

Fred: And that book, don't forget that one book!

Erin: Anywho, I don't own the series, I don't own a lot of things. And I hate this chapter. I hate how it goes... carry on...

Alison silently cursed in her mind as she stumbled again. The stupid robes she was forced to wear to blend into Diagon alley were horrendous. They were like those stupid ball gowns her parents made her wear at special occasions, like when her god family was visiting. But the major difference was that at least in those, she had enough room, but the robe her mother handed her, was so tight. It didn't show anything, and yet gave her very limited leg room, and it was an annoyance. I swear, Alison thought, I hate knowing I'm a wizard already.

But to any pedestrian, she seemed rather okay, better than okay actually; she looked confident, beautiful, and charming. They would see a small smile, and a hidden glint in her eyes. They would think she was going somewhere important, when in actuality, she was just roaming around grabbing her school supplies when she found them. The things she was able to get was very few, and also limited at that. Yet stopping in front of a store, Flourish and Blotts, she checked her list again. Noting the few she already had, and had marked off.

Uniform:

Three sets of plain work robes (black)

one plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

one pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

one winter cloak

**Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags!**

Course Books:

The Standard Book of Spells

A History of Magic

magical Theory

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration

one Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

magical Drafts and Potions

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart

Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart

Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart

Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart

Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart

Other Equipment:

- 1 wand

- 1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

- 1 set of glass or crystal phials

- 1 telescope

- 1 set of 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!

Realizing she only had to get a couple of things left, she quickly decided to go get her wand. But instead of heading towards Olivander's, she headed toward Knockturn alley. She passed by all sorts of things, vampires that flinched away from her glare, werewolves, that could smell, the power on her, and all the wizards who when looking at her, saw a pure-blooded, confident young woman, not realizing till she passed that she was only eleven years old.

In no time, she arrived in front of a place called, Thyrsos fati, which when translated to English, said Wand's fate, on the window by the store, a sign said,

(Skip next part if you don't want to read Latin)

Rixas inseruisse date

Get baculo tuo fati

Utrum ad bonum aut malum

Hi thyrsos sunt pro optimus pythones weve unquam

And written by it, was the English version.

Pick a date

Get your wand of fate

Whether for good or bad

These wands are for the best wizards we've ever had

Alison felt a small smile come onto her face as she walked in. Unlike in Olivander's, the wands were kept behind a wall reinforced with magic, but that is expected, seeing as to how powerful these wands were compared to those the ministry supplied to Olivander's.

A gruff looking man walked out, and froze when he saw her. "I've only had one other first year come here to get a wand, and from the looks of it, your related to him." Alison let a smirk appear on her face. "You sure about that? Who knows, I could just be a random child lost, and looking for help, I may even be a muggle born." He raised an eyebrow, then replied, "Then I can not give you a wand."

Alison thought. This man was known as Latin, seeing as to how he never gave out his real name and how he always seemed to involve things with them and their culture, he knew their riddles, their tales, and all their history, and he used that, to get a better deal, and higher standing. "Let's make a deal." The words slid from her mouth, "If I win, you help me get a wand, half off." At this he snorted, "And if you win, I'll give you twenty galleons, and leave." The man seemed to be calculating his chances. "What's the challenge?" Alison smiled. "Name a poem, any poem, and I not only will recite it in English, but also, in it's home language."

The man smiled and stuck out his hand. "you've got yourself a deal, little miss. And the poem, is called, Who decides." Alison smiled slowly. "Latin isn't it?" She asked after letting the man's hand go as his eyes widened. "I love that poem." And with a small smile, she asked. "Do you want me to say it in Latin first, or in English?" the man pounced on his last hope, "Latin. Recite it in Latin first." But he soon felt that little hope crumble at the smirk on the girls face.

"Here goes nothing." She said.

(If you don't want to read latin skip this part)

bellum cum vir bonus
populus animo
quando a Northmanni persona vadit ad bellum
iussu ubique rident et dicunt finem anni
quando bonum homo moritur
Populus develop odiis;
cum civilian moritur
dicunt quod est suum fatum
tamen Qui statuit
qui bonum est homo
et quis est civilian
Ut 'eos cognoscere
et pro te ut expiscor
Et investigent youll ire
insquequo vos instar is sicco
Nos sumus ones qui statuunt
sumus ones qui elegit ut abscondaris
respice nos, qui
nos sunt qui lætificet
sumus ones qui rident
sumus ones qui oderunt
qui in nos fata
sumus ones qui statuunt
nos sunt qui clamabunt
sumus ones qui scrutantur
sumus qui mutare

The man shook. He had never heard someone recite it so perfectly before. And here he was, confronted by a girl who looked just like the little boy who had confronted him so long ago, demanding a wand, he also had recited this poem, and also had won the bet. Yet now he knew for a fact, this child, was the offspring of that boy, and he couldn't help but have a feeling of da sha vu[1].

He let a pained smile out. "In English now." He said through gritted teeth. All the girl did was smile, and recite while staring into his eyes challengingly.

when a good man goes to war

people cheer

when a normal person goes to war

they laugh and say they'll be back by the end of the year

when the good man dies

The people develop a hate

when a civilian dies

they say it is their fate

yet who decides

who is the good man

and who is the civilian

That's for them to know

and for you to find out

And search you'll go

until you figure it out

We are the ones who decide

we are the ones who chose to hide

we are the ones who look down

we are the ones who cheer

we are the ones who laugh

we are the ones who hate

we are the ones who believe in fate

we are the ones who decide

we are the ones who cry

we are the ones who search

we are the ones who change

The man, Latin, felt as if his head was being hit with a hammer, this girl had tricked him, out-smarted him, and made him a fool, and in reality, he respected the child. "I won the deal, and incase you've forgotten, that does involve me getting a wand."

Alison watched as the man snapped out of his thoughts, and blinked away the images he was seeing. She watched as he scowled. "Hold out your wand arm, you brat." With a tilt to the side of her lips, Alison lifted her right arm. The man came forward, pressed on the joints, and studied her pulse.

His eyes lifted, and seemed lost in thought. "Hmm…" he mumbled to himself, "a strong pulse, a strong core..." He turned and walked behind the wall, and was making a lot of noise as he looked for the right wand.

"Ah ha!" Alison watched as he came out holding a box, and took out the wand and handed it to her. The second her hand hit it, it felt as if it was trying to get out of her grip and run. Latin snatched it out of her hand. "Afraid not, maybe something more unique…" and with those words he went off.

Alison silently stood there as he brought wand after wand out, and each time it was a fail.

Latin was confused. He knew this child needed one of the, different, wands, and yet every one he handed her, seemed to reject her. Some out of fear, and others out of hatred. But that was to be expected, only one of these wands were sold in multiple decades. And even then, they all become famous.

And yet this girl was a conundrum. She seemed to have an inner fire, and yet have a cold outside. As a wand maker he had to learn to read people, and although it was hard, he was able to read her. She pushed people away, and protected what was her own. She was cautious, didn't like help. Yet she was willing to help someone, or at least not stop them, when they did the right thing

She was feisty, and mischievous, and it was obvious that she calculated almost everything and she seemed-

His eyes widened. No, he thought, no way it could be that wand. And yet, he still got up, and walked to the very back, and still went farther. He entered his study and walked past the unfinished wands, and arrived at an old dusty safe. He took his own wand out, and hit the safe on the left upper corner, bottom right, middle, then bottom left. The thing slowly creaked open, and resting there was a wand.

Most would say it looked ugly, and yet you couldn't help but see a strange natural beauty. The handle of the wand was twisted in a spiral way, and at the end was a sphere like shape, purely natural, and it was 14 inches, longer than most, and was bendable, much like the tree it came from. The color was a dark brown, but the core of the wand had affected it over the years, so now there were fiery red lines shining through. The wood of the wand, came from the fallen branch of a Whomping Willow.

And the core of this wand had never been used before, or at least, had never chosen anyone. The core was the shredded skin of an Ashwinder[2] . A serpent made by magic, and fiery. It's said by some it came from hell.

Two powerful things, very powerful things, made into a quaint wand. He shuddered at the thought of this getting into the wrong hand. This wand, with the right wielder, would more than handle its own, and with the right owner, might even be better, than the fabled elder wand.

Latin sighed and slowly walked out towards the child, and handed her the wand.

Alison rose an eyebrow when the man came out, holding a wand. The thing she was confused about though, was the way he looked at the thing, as if it were a snake and was going to snap at him.

But when the wand was in her grip, the strangest, awe-inspiring thing happened.

A snake of fire came out, and floated around her body, nuzzled her face, and hissed at the man, all the while, as the air blew, warmth came, and a feeling of love and content flowed over her. It seemed to feel her discontent with her outfit, and burned it, at first she expected to be, hmm hmm, nude, but instead she was shocked to see instead of it burning, it started to attach itself around her legs, and basically become a body suit on the bottom half, and an ordinary cloak on the top.

She stared at it in shock, and watched as the snake slowly disappeared.

And as soon as it came, it was gone.

!This line signifies a different scene!

After paying half price for the wand, Alison found herself leaving and going to Diagon alley. She passed by a lot of people, all heading towards Flourishes and Blotts, and thanks to the crowd, she was pulled along.

She was dragged into the store, and pushed towards the stairs. She quickly climbed up them. She heard a ruckus coming from around here, and couldn't help but take a look. She watched as her God father, and the man labeled as Arthur Weasley got into a little scuffle. She narrowed her eyes when she saw him throw in a second book to the youngest, Ginny's, cauldron, before walking away.

Alison shook her head, trying to believe she imagined it. She turned and looked at the bookshelf, and saw a title that caught her eye. Pranks for a pranksters first pranking. By P. Rain King.

Fully interested, she pulled the book off of the shelf, and was reading the table of contents. She had to buy it. She had to, there was no way that she wouldn't. She quickly turned on her hell, and walked away. Or at least, tried to.

Instead she started to fall, but was caught by a pair of arms, only problem is, that person was unbalanced, and fell with her. When they hit the ground it was a sight to see, for there sat Alison, on top of Fred Weasley.

The position they ended up in was rather, physical... Alison was straddling Fred's lap, with her hands on his chest, and Fred's hands had lifted and rested on her waist. They froze when they realized what position they were in, and their eyes met, there was shock and surprise.

When the girl had ran into him, Fred had tried to catch her before they both fell, but as it turned out, they were now stuck in this position, frozen by the others face.

The girl had beautiful sea-foam green eyes, wide with shock, her hair was a golden blonde, maybe a harvest gold color? He thought to himself. But in the end, he could only think she was beautiful.

Alison on the other hand, was thinking something related, yet very different.

She had looked up at the person to apologize before she had frozen, realizing what position she was in. Her black pants were on either side of the boy, as she was sitting on his lap, her hands on his chest, her hair falling Lankly around her face. She looked up to apologize even more, and froze at what she saw. Emerald green eyes stared into her eyes, while his reddened face clashed with his red hair, and his freckles seemed to darken.

And while staring into those eyes, she felt trapped, contained, and caged. But for some reason she didn't care, even if she knew it was Fred Weasley she had fallen on.

She stood up quickly at the sound of a throat being cleared, and apologized multiple times before turning a blushing to look at the woman and man standing there with their youngest and the golden trio, along with George Weasley, who's mouth was hanging wide open.

"Hello," Alison said, her American accent sounding strange in the environment. "I'm sorry about falling and causing your son to fall to. Um…" She felt anger at herself, and at Fred. How dare he make her so tongue-tied, and how dare she let herself be. "I really must be going," Alison added neutral way, although her eyes flickering and looking anywhere but at the now standing Weasley, and her blush said that she was anything but neutral.

~~~~~~~~POV CHANGE~~~~~~~~~~

Mrs. Weasley, who had caught up to her children and husband, and after hearing of the fight, given them all a scolding, was shocked as she watched the girl trip and land on Fred, or George, or whichever one it was.

Even more to her shock was how they both froze, knowing what position they were in, when they saw each other's eyes. They seemed frozen to the world, and looked as if they didn't care. Yet knowing that the girl was probably around Ginny's age, and therefore two years younger, she cleared her throat.

The girl stood up faster than lightning, and was apologizing multiple times. During her apologies, Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but pick up on her accent. She also noticed how the girls eyes were flickering everywhere, and her blush, and was starting to take pity on the girl. When the girl said she really had to go, Mrs. Weasley made a quick decision.

"Where are you going?" Mrs. Weasley asked in a mothering voice. The girl smiled softly and replied, "I don't really know where, but I need to get a pet." Mrs. Weasley gave a big smile. "Don't worry, I'll show you where to go." And she turned back to her husband, "I'll take Ginny with me so that after we're done dropping – What's your name again?" She asked turning to look at the girl, the girl smiled. "Alison." Mrs. Weasley smiled back and finished her sentence. "Dropping Alison off at the pet emporium."

And with that they headed off, with a girl looking back multiple times at Fred, and with Fred
watching her go.

[1] How do you spell that word?

[2] Ashwinder ~ thin grey serpent with glowing red eyes which comes out of magical fires and lives long enough to lay fiery hot eggs in some dark and secluded spot. These eggs, while valued as potion ingredients, are very dangerous. If they are not found and frozen in time, they will set buildings on fire.

As I said, I hate this chapter, but I decided to involve the Weasleys, and Harry as a background person.

As I said before, I made this poem, so no flames please.

That is all for now my minions *Table thrown at me* *Duck*

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