INCEPTION.

Chapter Two - The Leaky Cauldron.

Shortly after celebrating my enrollment to Hogwarts by maniacally jumping on the sofa and screaming until our lungs hurt, we finally managed to rip open the fat envelope Dumbledore handed me.

Inside we found my acceptance letter, a list of required school materials and textbooks, directions to a pub called the Leaky Cauldron (where a man named Tom would be taking me in until the term started), and two tickets— one being an airline ticket dated for the 6th of August and the other for the Hogwarts Express.

After Dumbledore's visit, every waking hour was dedicated to organizing my trip to England.

In the limited days that we had, toiletries were bought, my clothes have been stuffed in a newly-purchased trunk and my acceptance letter to my new school hung proudly up on our living room wall.

The night before my flight, I searched the attic for the pitifully small collection of Wizarding books that I've obtained by stealing from my former teachers' private libraries when they weren't looking. And I've intended to read every single one in preparation.

I don't even remember falling asleep, but I woke up with a page from my copy of Hogwarts, A History stuck to my face.

I've never experienced a more chaotic morning—with making sure I had everything ready, gulping down my breakfast, and rushing out the door.

Soon, I found myself kissing my teary-eyed mother goodbye and boarded the plane that would take me to the United Kingdom.

I couldn't exactly envision Dumbledore purchasing an airline ticket, so I was nervous about the validity of the ticket I had in hand. It was a relief when they found my name in the system and I didn't waste a second in finding my seat and sinking into it.

My flight was approximately ten hours. My anxiety was running too high to simply sit there, so to take my mind off of everything that was looming ahead, I reached for the in-flight magazines.

There was the expected SkyMall paper. I spent a while giggling at all the absurdities it had to offer but quickly stashed it away before I impulsively bought something. The next magazine was Knitter's Own that raved about crafts and knitting which I quickly grew bored of and put away as well.

Finally, there was The Guardian. A British Newspaper which had a news story that caught my eye.

Warning: Not To Approach Missing Prisoner Who Was Spotted Near Dufftown, Aberdeenshire

Prisoner, Sirius Black— an escaped convict who is claimed to be carrying a firearm, has escaped the penitentiary he's been incarcerated in and is said to be extremely dangerous. He's last been seen in Dufftown, Aberdeenshire, Scotland, though our English readers should be wary and keep a lookout around their area as well. A special hotline has been set up, and any sighting of Black should be reported immediately. The last known image of Sirius Black is pictured below.

My eyes squinted as I scrutinized the image of the prisoner closely. The newspaper's dark ink didn't help give a clear image but Black was pictured to have massive, disheveled hair and deep-set eyes. So deep that they just looked like sockets on a cadaver.

I tossed the paper to the side with the others.

Just my luck.

First time visiting England and there's a madman on the loose.

I took out my Discman, my favorite gift my mom has ever given to me, as well as one of the CD's I've burned in preparation for the long trip.