Ok, time for chapter 2. I don't have the rights to the HP Universe, or any characters I use. This is a post-Hogwarts universe with my OCs. Anyway, enjoy and don't forget to rate and review!

Eve has always known there was something strange about her, she had always been able to perform some unusual feats. Currently she was messing with her sister by turning her hair different colors. This time she turned 8 year old Charlotte's beautiful chestnut hair lime green. She waited until she went to tell their mom and immediately changed it back so her sister looked crazy in front of their mom.

"I swear! It was neon green just a second ago!" accused Charlotte futilely. "I think it was Eve!" Hearing this, She quickly teleported where no one would find her. A cool wind blew across her face and a bright light shined in her eyes. Suddenly she heard a familiar voice from below.

"Eve, honey, why are you on the roof?" her dad questioned.

"Oh, is that where I am?" She inquired, feigning innocence.

"You have 30 seconds to go before I tell your mother"

"I owe you one dad" Eve replied, already climbing down the lattice adorning the side of her house. She disappeared into the ground floor window decorating the aromatic kitchen.

"Eve, where are you?" Eve heard her mothers gentle voice question.

"In the kichen, mom" replied Eve

"Someone is here to see you." she said.

A large man lumbered into her living room. He had a bushy brown beard to match his frizzy hair. At first she

thought he was a dangerous biker, and was further convinced when she saw an old Harley Davidson motorcycle parked in front of her door. She couldn't help but feel comforted, however, by his glimmering blue eyes.

" I'm Hagrid" The man spoke in a gruff West Country accented voice. " I'm 'ere to tell you 'bout 'ogwarts. This might 'xplain it a little better than I can."

He handed a yellowed envelope to her. She picked up the document and read the return address. It was labled Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Magic? This was very strange. She opened the envelope and removed the antiqued parchment that lie inside. The first page read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmistress: Minerva McGonnagall

Dear Ms. Brooks,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Hermione Granger

Deputy Headmistress

Eve was quite confused, but certainly curious so she read the next page:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

sets of plain work robes (black)

plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that 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 Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

by Newt 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 and owl OR a cat OR a toad.

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

Eve was dumbfounded.

"I'll take you shopping later, 'at Diagon Alley. I can 'each you to send your owl an' get some money.

As Hagrid left, Eve went up to her room, armed with the hidden website of information about Hogwarts ( Log into a Tumblr account with a secret username and password) and an armload of pamphlets Hagrid pulled out of his seemingly endless pockets.

A week later, after extensive studying, Hagrid showed up at her door and invited her to ride on his motercycle. After making sure that she was properly fitted with protective gear, they took off down the street.

Rocketing along, Eve barely noticed they were rising off the ground until they were 20 feet in the air. Eve admired her surroundings, she had a unique view, the sprawling streets of downtown London getting smaller and smaller. They flew in to increasingly bad parts of town, until they came to a landing on Charing Cross Road. They rolled along on the road until they slowed to a stop in front of a broken down pub called The Leaky Cauldron.

They walked inside, making an odd couple, Hagrid's hulking 7'4 and 450 pound build towering over Eve's thin and (comparitivley) short 4'10 frame. Hagrid walked briskly to the other side of the pub as Eve struggled to keep up, even with her speed, she only had a fraction of Hagrid's stride length. They made their way to the back door and stepped into an open courtyard surrounded by brick walls. Eve was confused at what they were planning on buying and was seriously questioning this mans sanity. She held on however, because they were just flying on a motorcycle.

She was not dissapointed when Hagrid pulled a pink unberella and pointed the tip at a specific brick in the wall. After touching this brick, the entire wall receded, revealing a magnificent winding street so strange and beautiful Eve was overwhelmed trying to process it all. There were shops selling everything from potion ingredients to supplies for something called Quidditch. Topping it all off, there was a magnificent marble bank about 10 stories tall. Near the top of the giant structure, there were words reading: Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

As the strange duo walked down the road, it seemed more and more as if they were heading to the bank. When Eve questioned why they would go to a bank, seeing as she had all of her €18 on her; Hagrid responded by telling her that €18 would not be nearly enough for all of the supplies she had to buy that day, and it was the wrong currency anyways.

Once they had approached the imposing building, they passed through a set of massive bronze doors only to encounter enormous silver doors. Once they had cleared the doors, they steeped into a grand lobby, with marble inlaid floors and vaulted ceilings. Long counters lined each wall, presumably teller booths, but each one was manned by dozens of short creatures, with pale skin, wrinkled faces, and dome shaped heads. On one of the vast walls, a framed painting hung on the wall. The man (presumably) pictured had a bald head, pointed nose and similarly pointed ears. On a plaque unter neath the ornate gold frame, neat letters read: Griphook: April 6, 1954 - May 1, 1991.

AN: The birth date is completely made up but the death date is accurate.

"Who's Griphook?" Eve asked Hagrid. Hagrid looked sad for a moment.

"A very brave goblin" was his reply. Eve sensed his distress, so she pushed the subject no further. These strange bank tellers must be goblins. At first she was skeptical, but she remembered magic is real, so why not?

Once reaching the tall counter at the end of the hall, Hagrid spoke to the 3 foot goblin that stood behind it. In front of her, there was a gold name plate that read Fijit Oneshoe in a flowing script.

"Withdrawl from vault 182 please." Hagrid spoke in his booming voice at Fijit.

"Key please" was her high pitched response. Hagrid produced a small gold key from his cavernous pocket and gave it to the small goblin.

"Follow me" said the small creature as she quickly scurried away. The trio waked through an iron door and into a torch lit hallway. Fijit hopped into a minecart and motioned for the others to grab one of thier own.

No sooner had Eve sat than the cart sped off at a breakneck speed. After 5 minutes of this rapid pace, the cart came to a jolting stop. Usually Eve did not get motion sick, but she was feeling a bit queasy.