The tree stood there old and rackety; in the past, it was used for hanging devil worshipers. Now it stood there unused, unwanted and alone, nobody had gone by that tree in years. It once had been full of life (and death), people had come from miles to see the trees. Now only one stud with its gnarly branches reaching for the sky.
I had been feeling adventurous and my feet guided me to the tree. I heard a faint sound coming from the tree. I pushed my ear upon it, but instead, I felt something give way and I fell through. Once I opened my eyes, I was met with this old-fashioned street, it was quite colourful but everyone was wearing weird outfits and I felt out of place here. I walked down the street and found a shop named 'Weasley Wizards Wheezes'. I walk in trying to figure out where I am only seeing strange and unusual products for sale. I see a 6 foot ginger in that I believed as being the shop owner came over and said loud enough so I could hear him "Hello there, are you here to test your wizarding ability's?" I look at him dumbfounded; did he just say a wizard. "hi um w-where a-am I?" I stutter. "You're at Diagon ally love. Hay Fred come 'ear." another 6-foot boy looking the same as the first came over. "What George- oh hello pretty lady." I blushed at his comment, "My name is Y/N. Lovely to meet you." "Hey, Georgie why does that name sound familiar." "I just want to know where I am? This is different from where I live. It looks so new and old at the same time. This does not look like home!" I muttered.
"What do you mean?! You're obviously a wizard you can't be in the wizarding world otherwise," stated Fred.
"No, you are wrong, this is not, I mean, am I in the wizarding world? I can't be. How did this happen?"
The twins looked at each other and passed a secret smile between themselves. They seemed to be putting the pieces together. They turned around to discuss something that I obviously wasn't supposed to be a part of.
"Excuse me, I really don't understand!"
"Well love you were brought here for a reason with magic," whispered George.
"I don't understand? Magic? Hang on."
"Yes, you see Y/N you are what we call muggle, now we might have to wipe your memory-" George started before I cut him off
