A/N: HOLA! I'm back! With a longer chappie!

So so sorry for the wait, but I've been sick. +pouts+ REVIEW!

Oh and I forgot the disclaimer in the last chapter so

Disclaimer: I don't harry potter. The FAN-freakin-TASTIC JKR does.

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Chapter two- Diagon Alley

There was a small pop, and Jasmine and her mother had arrived at a large, filthy, rundown building. Jasmine hated apparating, and sank down to the floor, dizzy.

"C'mon hon. You don't want to be late to Diagon Alley, do you?" Jasmine jumped up, her sickness replaced with excitement. She eyed the building with disgust. It was huge, charcoal black, sheets of dust covering every window. Spiders crawled along the roof shingles. Jasmine wrinkled her nose. Cherry grinned, and opened the rusted latch on the gate. She pulled her daughter inside.

Jasmine let out a gasp. Gone was the battered old building, and in it's place stood a magnificent building. It was colored brown, and it shimmered in the rays of the sun. Jasmine took a step out of the gate, and the beat up house was back. Step in. Pretty pub. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. She watched in amazement as the house changed between her steps. Cherry was laughing.

"I remember my first time at the Leaky Cauldron. I was just as fascinated with it as you are. My mother thought it was hilarious." She recalled. "Come on now. We have to go or else we might not be able to get everything in time." Jasmine nodded, and followed her mother into the Leaky Cauldron. There was a large mirror on the right wall, which Jasmine threw a glance at. She looked the same. She had hoped that, somehow, she would look less plain on her 11th birthday. Prettier. "Jasmine, hurry up! Oh, hello Tom. Haven't seen you in a while." Cherry struck up a conversation about cauldron bottoms with Tom, while Jasmine waited, tapping her foot against the ground impatiently. "Bye Tom!" Her mother called as the two began to walk away. They arrived at the back of the bar, and Cherry pulled out her wand and started to tap the bricks. Jasmine looked at her weirdly.

"Um...Mum? What are you doing?" Jasmine asked cautiously.

"Three down, four across, two up..." Cherry said, still counting the bricks. "Ah! Here it is!" She tapped a brick three times with her wand. Jasmine's eyes widened as the bricks collapsed into small piles revealing none other than-

"Diagon Alley," she breathed.

"Where to first?" her mother asked.

"Ummm..." Jasmine consulted her list. "Flourish and Blotts, maybe? We should get books first," said Jasmine logically. Cherry chuckled.

"Sure. It's also the closest to here." They walked for a few minutes in silence, Jasmine gaping at every store in amazement. "Right here," Jasmine looked up, and saw a bookshop, but unlike any other she had ever seen. There was a large, salmon sign reading,

Flourish & Blotts

Book shoppe

Inside, brooms were magically dusting the shelves expertly. Biographies had pictures of famous wizards on them, smiling and waving cheerfully at the visitors passing by.

"Hello. Hogwarts?" A young man, 25 or so, asked. Jasmine nodded, still speechless. "Wonderful. You're a first year, no?" She nodded again. "For first years, there are piles already sorted into the books needed. There is the Standard book of-" Jasmine had already went running towards the table with stacks of books labeled, 'First Years.' The man watched her in amusement, and sent a small smile to Cherry. "Fourth one today," he winked at her, and strolled off. Cherry smiled, shook her head, and followed her daughter. Jasmine was talking to a red-haired girl about the same height as Jasmine about classes.

"Charms sounds so interesting!"

"I heard there is a new Defense teacher every year." They were chattering so fast, Cherry was surprised that their tongues didn't fall off.

"I'm Lily Evans by the way."

"Jasmine Stone."

"Muggle-born."

"Half-blood." Cherry thought that the two of them would be best friends, they seemed like a perfect match.

"What house do you think you'll be in?"

"Houses? What do you mean?"

"Oh, I forgot you're a muggle-born. Well, there are four houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. They all have special traits, usually one bad and one good. Gryffindors are brave, and kind of show-offs. Ravenclaws are super-smart, but they are know-it-alls. Hufflepuffs are really loyal, but they're a bit boring, really. Slytherins- well, they are just evil," Jasmine explained.

Lily frowned. "No, I don't think that can be right. See, my best friend, Sev, wants to be in Slytherin. There must be something good about them."

"Well, I guess they're ambitious. So which house do you think you'll be in?"

Lily immediately brightened.

"Ravenclaw or Griffindor, I hope. "

"Me too!"

"How do we get sorted?"

"No clue. It's tradition that first years aren't supposed to know how the Sorting works."

Lily looked frightened at that prospect..

"Jasmine, we've got to go!" Jasmine pouted, and waved at Lily.

"Bye Lily!"

"Bye Jasmine!"

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"Come on Jasmine, walk faster, we have to get to Madam Malkins!" Cherry yelled. She was getting impatient.

"Fine, fine, I'm coming. Don't get your wand in a knot." Jasmine grumbled. Cherry pushed open the door, and a perky woman came up to them.

"Hello, dear! Hogwarts?" Jasmine smiled. "Do come in! We have another first year boy in the back. You, dear, can wait with him while I create your uniform. Turn around dear, let me measure your shoulder width." After Jasmine was fitted, she was sent to go sit with the other boy. She practically skipped at the idea of making another new friend. As soon as she entered the waiting room, she caught sight of the boy. The boy was pale and peaky, with sandy, slightly shaggy brown hair. He had the deepest green eyes Jasmine had ever seen. His eyes were mostly dark green, with a tinge of light green in the center of his iris. They sparkled with flecks of gold and amber. His eyes were framed with long, dark brown eyelashes. Jasmine was instantly mesmerized.

"Um...Hello?" She realized she had been staring intensely at his eyes, and blushed.

"Oh. Sorry, I just..."

"It's fine," Jasmine smiled.

"I'm Jasmine Stone,"

"Remus Lupin," the boy, Remus, looked nervous to be talking to her.

"So what house do you think you'll be in? I want to be in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, I mean they sound like the best, right?" He nodded, then said,

"I don't suppose Hufflepuff would be too bad." Jasmine shrugged. "Though they're supposed to be a load of duffers." She stared. Remus grinned bashfully, as Jasmine started to laugh. A man entered the room.

"Let's go kid," he motioned for Remus to come with him.

"Who's that?" Jasmine whispered to Remus. He hesitated, before saying,

"My dad." Jasmine's eyebrows shot up as she glared at Mr. Lupin. Remus smiled at her, before he stood up and followed his dad. Jasmine stood too, but did not follow them. She heard snippets of their conversations. Remus's dad kept saying,

"You cannot make friends. They don't deserve that," Jasmine frowned. Why? Remus is one mysterious guy, she decided. And his dad is just cold.

"Honey! Your uniform is ready!" Her mother called. Jasmine jumped up, her thoughts about Remus almost forgotten. She stared at the uniform. A plaid V-neck shirt, covered with a black cotton cardigan with cuffs that she knew would change to her house colors once she had been sorted. For the bottom, there was simply a black skirt that reached her knees. Her face broke into a big smile. She loved it. She twirled around and grinned at her mum. Cherry and Jasmine paid and thanked Madam Malkin.

"Just your wand left now!" Cherry said. "And then we can go home! I'm exhausted, and my feet are killing me!" Cherry bent down, gingerly rubbed her ankle, and winced. Jasmine rolled her eyes.

"Let's just go."

"Alright."

They reached Ollivander's, and Cherry shuddered. Jasmine looked at her mother in concern.

"Mom? Are you okay?" Cherry nodded.

"Just have bad memories of this place." The two entered the shop, and noticed that it was deserted and empty. "Hello?" Cherry said cautiously. A man popped up from behind the desk, bespectacled and eccentric. He looked old and fragile, yet still kind-hearted in Jasmine's opinion.

"Ah, Ms. Spinnet, A pleasure to see you again. Hmm, 11 inches, mahogany, a bit springy, no?"

"Yes sir, it was. But my name is Mrs. Stone now," Cherry said.

"Yes, yes. This is your daughter, I presume?"

"Yes,"

"Very well, all good. Shall we get started?" Mr. Ollivander asked Jasmine. She nodded. He handed her a light brown wand. "Try this. Ebony, dragon heart-string, 12 and a half inches," She had barely lifted the wand, before Ollivander shook his head, and snatched the wand back. "No, no, of course not," he muttered. Jasmine glanced quizzically at her mother, who looked like she was enjoying herself. Mr. Ollivander went on like this, pulling more and more boxes out of the shelves, giving details of the wands, and shaking his head disappointedly when he snatched back the wands she had barely lifted into the air. This went on until he reached a dark brown wand. "Mahogany, 12 inches, phoenix feather." Jasmine picked up the wand, and warmth spread over her delicate hand. Red and gold fireworks emitted from the tip of the wand. Cherry and Mr. Ollivander clapped enthusiastically. "Wonderful, dear, simply splendid! Now that will be eight Galleons..." Jasmine slipped her hand into her pocket, counted out eight shiny, gold coins, and handed them to Ollivander.

As they exited the shop, Cherry yawned.

"Ready to go home?" Jasmine nodded, and grabbed her mother's arm. When they arrived home, Jasmine plopped on the couch, and fell asleep instantly.

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A/N: Wow, that was longer than my history essay! Hope you liked it! Reviews make me happy! Also check out the author Dndchk. LOVE HER STORIES! Later! And yeah, Cherry is Alicia's aunt.

~jazz