A very strange girl, with sparkling amethyst eyes, walked down the streets of Diagon Alley, looking this way and that reading all of the signs on the roads and shops. She seemed to be in no hurry whatsoever, even though other shoppers were busily bustling around her. She walked gracefully and looked like if she was gliding on air. She had a few shopping bags clasped in her left and right hands and seemed to be looking for one more place to stop. Finally reaching her destination, she stopped an old shop on the corner of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley called "Ollivander's" and entered through the door.

At first sight you would think that this musty old store was here since the beginning of time, which is an almost correct guess. Boxes, papers, and measuring tape were strewn on the floors and desk, and rows and rows of long thin boxes rested upon the old almost-worn-out shelves. Some people might have turned around and walked away from the store right then, but not this girl. She waited patiently for someone, probably the shopkeeper, but after a long ten minutes her patience ran out and she gave a piercing, ear- splitting whistle.

"Ahh!" A little thump afterwards was heard.

The girl gave a slight chuckle. Then she walked to the source of the sound and found an average height man rubbing his balding head with the thin long boxes in a mound on top of him.

"I'm sorry if I scared you, Mr. Ollivander," she said reaching her hand out to help the man. He took her hand and stood up causing more boxes to fall from their places.

"That's okay. Why I didn't even hear you come inside my shop! How did you do that?" Mr. Ollivander asked the girl, amusement showing on his elderly face.

"It's a family tradition," she said winking. "Every relative in my family has scared you on the first time they came to buy a wand from this shop. Don't you remember?"

"Ahh yes! Now I do. I remember your mother, Athena, your father, Pasgeus, your brother, Rowan, your sister, Flarion, your aunt, Heraina, your uncle, Monsoon, your cousin…" he trailed on, while ticking off on his fingers. "Yes I think that's about it. Wait, I almost forgot about your grandfather. Silly me. How could I ever forget him? He was the one who fired up a box of pyrotechnics, I think it was the Wet-Start brand, which crashed into that shelf, yes with the dent, making it fall on top of me."

The girl giggled. "Yep, that's my family!"

"Have you come to get a wand today, or did you just want to chat? Not that I don't enjoy company from time to time," he added.

"I've come to get a special wand, one that has been waiting in this shop since the first century or even before that," the girl answered, her eyes twinkling with mystery.

"Oh yes, that one you mean. I'll be back in a second." With that said Mr. Ollivander dusted of his robes and went to the back of his shop.

Mr. Ollivander returned shortly with a long, thin, white box and placed it on the counter of his desk. He lifted off the cover of the box and picked up the wand inside it. Sliding his fingers across the smooth wood, he handed it to the now glowing girl. She clasped it in her fingers delicately and began to inspect the light-silver wand.

"One of the most priceless in this shop. White Holly with Pegasus tail hair. Eleven and a half inches. Try it."

But she didn't need to. She barely moved her hand when a stream of sparks came flying out of the wand and circled around her before disappearing.

"Perfect," she whispered.

After she paid for the wand and said her good-bye, she turned around and vanished at once. A second later she reappeared muttering something about a "two second memory span" and picked up the rest of her parcels before leaving again. Mr. Ollivander chuckled and shook his head in amusement.

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"Ow!" Harry protested as Ron stepped on his foot. He hopped around on his uninjured foot holding his other one in both his hands and crashed into a stack of barrels. They in turn slipped from their places and rolled across the room. People shrieked to get out of the way, as the barrels came colliding into a wall.

Ron looked sheepishly at the mess he created as scared faces peeped out from under their hiding places. Harry on the other hand was having trouble holding his face straight as he watched Ron change into a color that matched his hair. Ginny was also having trouble not laughing at her older brother.

"Whoops," Ron said while scratching his flaming red hair. "um—"

"What did you do, again?" asked an exasperated Hermione Granger as she stepped out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione had come to the Weasleys household a few weeks after Harry had arrived. She shook her head with a "tsk, tsk" and with a wave of her wand, she returned the barrels to their original places and cleaned up the messy path they created. Tom, the bartender, was staring evilly at Ron from behind the counter.

"I—um—er—kind of stepped on Harry's foot while—er—coming out of the fire place and—um—kind of created this mess," he answered Hermione in a small voice.

"Created what?" asked Mrs. Weasley, as she too stepped out from the fire. Mr. Weasley came out just a few moments after her.

"A mess?" he said in an even smaller voice.

While Ron was busy explaining to Mrs. Weasley what had happened, Fred and George were busy holding Harry up. Every time he tried to walk, his legs would twist out from under him and he would fall flat on his back. Other then that and probably the dizziness he felt when ever he looked around, he was fine. Mr. Weasley even made sure his glasses weren't broken in any way before he gave it back to Harry.

After Ron apologized to Tom, they walked away through a door to the back of the shop where a brick wall loomed in front of them. Mrs. Weasley reached out with her wand and tapped a brick three times. The wall's bricks suddenly wriggled from their places to form a huge archway leading to Diagon Alley.

Mrs. Weasley immediately marched them over to Gringotts, the Wizarding bank so that they could get money for their supplies. Harry smiled happily as they crammed into a cart on miniature tracks and headed toward the Weasleys' vault at breakneck speeds. What a surprise Mrs. and Mr. Weasley would get when they opened their vault to find a pile of one thousand Galleons neatly stacked inside! Fred and George wrote a secret letter to Harry when he was still at the Dursleys' telling him that they would put all the money he gave them in their bank vault as a surprise for their parents. Harry swiveled his head around to see how Fred and George were acting. Just as he expected, they were grinning from ear to ear.

When they arrived, Harry became nervously excited. How would the Weasleys react when they find out that they were rich? He tried to control himself from hopping around, screaming happily as Mrs. Weasley gave a Gringotts goblin the key to the vault.

Harry imagined the looks on all the Weasleys' faces when the vault door would be open when—

"EEEEEEKKKK!"

"Bloody Merlin!"

"We're rich! WE'RE RICH!"

"Yes, yes, YES!"

Mrs. Weasley fainted into her very baffled husbands arms. Ron jumped up and down, happily, pumping his fist into the air and Ginny was running around in circles unable to contain her excitement. Hermione cupped her hands to her mouth in shock. Fred and George slapped their hands in a high-five, and then did a very funny jig. Harry just laughed along with everyone, enjoying the fun.

After they revived Mrs. Weasley and finished going to everyone's vaults they split up into four groups; Harry, Ron, and Hermione naturally became one group, Ginny went with Mrs. Weasley to buy her school supplies, the twins went off to Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop first to try and sell their latest inventions and then to get their school supplies for the last time, and Mr. Weasley went alone to his destination. They decided to meet at Memeis Ice Cream Imperial in two hours time.

The trio went to Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions to get new robes for Ron, and Harry managed to drag Hermione down the street to Quality Quidditch Supplies until Ron was done with the measuring. A bell tinkled softly through the shop as Ron stepped through the door. A short, smiling witch dressed in all mauve approached Ron when she heard the bell.

"May I help you?"

"Um, I'm—"

"Getting robes for Hogwarts? We have another student being fitted on right now—if you'll follow me—"

She turned and motioned for Ron to follow. They walked to the back of the shop where another witch (dressed in azure) was pinning black robes onto a girl. She had long, light brown hair that went up to her waist and stunning sapphire eyes that glittered like fairies. Her face was pale with a hint of pink on her cheeks. On her shoulder was a black Saw-whet owl with large eyes. The pupils were purple with a thick blue outline around them, and a white crescent streak was slashed across each eye. The girl smiled when she saw Ron.

"Hello," she said.

Ron temporally forgot where he was going and tripped over the stool. Madam Malkin looked curiously at Ron before helping him up.

"Hello," he said awkwardly.

"My name is Chloe Angelus, and this is my owl NightSky," she said indicating the black owl on her shoulder. "What's your name?"

"Ron. Ron Weasley," he said as he climbed on top of the stool.

"Oh, so you're a Weasley, too."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Ron felt his face burn with anger.

Chloe noticed that and quickly added, "I heard they were great people, better then the Malfoys. Wasn't one of your brothers the Quidditch team captain?"

"You mean Charlie. He was the captain of Quidditch. My oldest brother Bill was head boy," Ron said, calming down.

"You're lucky to have brothers. I don't have any sisters or brothers, and it sometimes gets really boring."

"What? You actually want a brother?" Ron said in disbelief.

"Well, yeah. I'm going to Hogwarts this year. What year are you in?"

"I'm in my fifth year. What house do you think you'll be sorted in? I hope you're in Gryffindor."

"My father was in Slytherin and my mother was in Gryffindor, so I'm not really sure what house I'll be in. Yes, I know what you're thinking—'Slytherin? Why would you even think of being in Slytherin?' but I think I might make a difference if I'm sorted to Slytherin," Chloe said.

"What do you mean 'make a difference'?" inquired Ron.

"I mean if I could be a 'nice' Slytherin then maybe that would influence more Slythies to be nicer. I don't know—it's just one of those theories I have."

"You know," said Ron raising his arms so Madam Malkin could pin under them. "That might actually work."

"I hope so. I want to make an impression." NightSky hooted in agreement. Chloe laughed. "So you agree too, don't you?"

Another soft tinkle of the bell signaled that someone else had entered the store, but before Madam Malkin could get him or her, they walked to the back of the shop.

"Hi Ron. Not done yet?" Hermione asked. Harry walked behind her his eyes glued to a book called Devious Fouls and how to Counteract Them.

"No, not yet. Let me introduce you to Chloe here. She's going to Hogwarts this year. Chloe meet Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. Hermione and Harry meet Chloe Angelus."

"Nice to meet you all," she said while her eyes snaked up to Harry's scar.

"Have I met you before?" asked Hermione looking at Chloe.

"I don't think so—why do you ask?"

"The name—Angelus—it sounds so familiar. Are you sure I haven't met you?"

Before she could answer, Madam Malkin said, "Okay you two—you're done," and they both hopped down from the footstools. Then they paid for their robes before leaving the store.

When they were outside, Hermione whipped out their school supply list.



HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

Fifth-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

1. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. Two pairs of protective gloves (dragon hide and fauna down)

4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

5. One set of formal dance wear (muggle-like)

Please note the all pupils' clothes should carry nametags



COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5 by Miranda Goshawk

Founders of Magic by Samdle Demsiok

Comprehending the Phenomenal by Clairvoyant Washmiggle

Self-Alteration by Proxy Dikemag

Intoxicating Drafts of Potions by Jessica Convvoyant

Magical Creatures of the Light and Dark by Vex Equus

A Self Protection Guide to the Sinister Evil by Aomkem Tiger

"Okay we'll get all our books at Flourish and Blotts, we'll get our dance wear at Patricia's Dance Apparel, and we'll get our fauna down gloves at the Apothecary—"

"Not to interrupt, but I have to go," said Chloe.

"Oh, okay then—bye!"

"Bye Chloe! I hope you're in Gryffindor!"

Hermione jabbed Harry in the stomach.

"Hey—oh—Bye!" he said while massaging his stomach. Chloe walked down the street and waved them all good-bye, and then she turned at a corner of a street and was gone. Ron stared after her even though she was nowhere in sight; meanwhile Harry and Hermione were quarreling about where they should go first. Hermione won the argument with her swift tongue.

"Hey! Ron! Helloooooooo!" Hermione said as she waved her hand in Ron's face. There was no effect. Ron was still in his daydream state as he was in for the past five minutes when Hermione and Harry had been discussing where they should go first.

Harry snickered as he tried to get Ron out of his daydream. Thinking of what would most likely 'drop a bombshell' on Ron, he decided on beating him in a checkmate.

"Wow, Ron! I finally got you in a checkmate!" he said, trying to keep his face straight.

It worked.

"WHAT?! B—but how?" Ron sputtered out, flabbergasted.

Harry, seeing the look on Ron's face burst out laughing. The laughter was contagious and Hermione joined in, too.

"Ha, ha, ha," Ron huffed sarcastically, and started walking off. Hermione and Harry ran to catch up with him.



They were halfway done with shopping for their schoolbooks, when the most repulsive person ever known had to show up.

"Well, well, well—Weasel. So—you've finally found enough money to go book shopping. What happened to rummaging through the garbage?" Draco Malfoy sneered as he walked pass, and purposely knocked Ron's books to the floor.

"Back off," snapped Harry as he held on to the back of Ron's shirt. Ron was muttering angrily, "Let me at him, let me at him!"

"Oooh, standing up for the impoverished now, are we, Scarhead?"

"Shut up!" Hermione screamed.

"Make me," he replied coolly.

Without warning, Ron broke free of Harry's grasp and punched Malfoy squarely on the face. Hermione shrieked.

"I'll make you—by doing this!" he said breathlessly.

He kicked Malfoy in the stomach earning a painful grunt from him, but Malfoy was quick and with a thrust of his spine he turned himself around. Ron barely had enough time to dodge the agile kick Malfoy sent him. Harry trying to stop the fighting, jumped on top of Malfoy and held him down, but instead he was rewarded a bloody nose. He staggered off into a bookshelf, which collapsed on top of him. Hermione raced after and said a spell that removed the bookcase from on top of his body but Harry was unconscious, blood flowing from a cut on his head. By this time, a crowd was gathered around the two fighting, watching agitatedly. Malfoy was blocking his face as Ron threw punches at him here and there.

"Quit fightin' now—"

Hagrid was weaving through the crowd of spectators trying to reach the fighting duo. In an instant, he had pulled Ron and Malfoy apart, whom were still trying to grab and kick at each other. He set Ron down but still had Malfoy hanging from the air.

"Let me down—let me down! When my father hears about this—"

"Go and boil yer slimy mouth," replied Hagrid as he practically threw Malfoy out of Flourish and Blotts.

"Thanks Hagrid," said Ron numbly, after Malfoy stalked off.

"Yeh should've ignored him, Ron—look at what he did ter yeh!" exclaimed Hagrid as he examined a very bruised Ron. He had a cut on his lip, a black eye, a trickle of blood running down his knee, and wounded hands.

"I don't care—he was mocking my family and I had to do something," Ron said angrily. The crowd dispersed seeing that the fighting was over. "Oh no…" he groaned, suddenly remembering something.

"What?" asked Hagrid, curious.

But Ron didn't listen. Instead he quickly ran over to where Hermione was kneeling over Harry. She was bandaging the cut on his head, at the same time talking to him. He was still unconscious. Upon seeing Ron, she quickly stood up and shook his shoulders, vigorously.

"You have to help me—he's still unconscious since Malfoy hit him!" she said rapidly in a panicked voice. Ron quickly kneeled down next to Hermione and took over with bandaging his head.

"Jumpin' gargoyles! Wha' happened to 'arry?"

"When the slimy git ball and I were fighting, Harry jumped on top of him to stop him, but instead Malfoy punched Harry on the nose and crashed into the book shelf which fell on top of him," explained Ron, still bandaging.

"Well then 'urry up an' revive 'im!" said Hagrid.

"I know, I know! But the problem is—well—I've used all the spells that I know and he's still not waking up!" Hermione squeaked, while waving her wand dejectedly in the air. "Wait! I've got an idea—"

Hermione put her wand away and stooped down right in front of Harry's face. Then she pinched Harry's nose shut.

"Hey! What are you doing?! You're going to kill him—"

"Be quiet. I know what I'm doing. It's a muggle trick, for your information," said Hermione shortly.

Suddenly Harry's arms were flailing in front of him trying to knock Hermione's hand away. His eyes snapped opened and he sat abruptly up.

"You see," Hermione said triumphantly to Ron. "It does work!"

"Yeh alrigh' 'arry?" asked Hagrid ignoring Ron and Hermione.

"A massive headache and a broken nose," he said rubbing his half bandaged cut. Hagrid nodded then he helped Harry up.

"Well, I've gotta go. Have ter get back teh Hogwarts," he clarified and walked out, down the street.

"C'mon," Hermione whispered when Hagrid was out of sight. "Let's get our books and get out of here," and with that she dragged them over to the counter and paid for their books ignoring the stares they got.

A few moments later, three cleaned, bloodless, woundless, patched, teenagers walked out of a broken down alley, not used for years, heading for Memeis Ice Cream Imperial, books stacked under their arms.

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A/N: Sorry if the chapter took too long—my computer kinda crashed. And if the chapter is a little boring forgive me—I also have a major writers' block. If you have any ideas, feel free to send me them at animorphs25@yahoo.com and also include your name so that I can write you a copyright.

Disclaimers:

© Copyright J.K. Rowling – All the characters you recognize are not mine, they belong to J.K. Rowling.

Claimer:

© Copyright RowlingFairy – Chloe Angelus, NightSky, Memeis Ice Cream Imperial, fauna and fauna down, and all the book titles and authors (except Miranda Goshawk and her book).