The First Time She Ever Loved

Chapter 2

I was exhilarated. I had snuck out of the house, and the crazy thing was that it had been so easy. Excited at the prospect of a new life, I had ran so fast, like the wind, until the Knight Bus picked me up. And even that had been a wild experience; the teetering purple bus had sped so fast down London's bustling streets that seemed impossible. Almost no time at all passed until it had parked itself at the Leaky Cauldron.
       "Nice havin' yeh then, miss." Said Stan Shunpike, not questioning my ripped face, I guess they got a lot of... weird customers here. "If yeh ever need me again, we'll be here, only in the night though."
       "Thanks." I answered back brightly, still elated about my escape. "Thanks a lot!"

As I entered the darkened pub, I walked up to a toothless old man behind the bar, maybe he could help me get a room.
       "Ummm, hullo, could'ja, do you think, ummm, get me a room until September?" I wasn't exactly the best at talking to strangers, especially old men.
       "Ah yes, a new Hogwarts student, are you? Of course, a room, number seven is available if you want." Then he noticed my face, then wings, "you don't, you don't happen to have any family here with you, or coming soon?" He questioned.
       "Umm, no, my parents aren't exactly... Available at the moment. Thank you," I added as he handed me the room key. It was big and brass and heavy with the number seven engraved on the handle.

***

The following morning, I awoke to sunlight streaming into my cosy apartment, I lifted my head from the downy pillow, then noticed the sticky blood on it. Getting up quickly, I scrambled into the washroom (the enchanted mirror saying, "Wash your bloody face, girl!" I guess I had gotten a rude one) rubbing the facecloth on my worn visage, happy to find that the blood came off easily, after a while, I looked presentable again. Pulling out my wand, "Episkey." I said, waving my wand over my face, the cuts healed. Now I could get some money from Gringotts.
As I entered Diagon Alley, I strolled down the bustling streets, just until I stood outside of a white marble building, Gringotts. As I walked in, I saw that an inscription was carve onto the door saying:

Enter stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take but do not earn,
Must pay dearly in their turn,
So if you seek beneath our doors,
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more then treasure there.

I shivered as I read those words, you would be mad to try and rob Gringotts. I entered, and then walked up to a desk, manned by a severe looking goblin.
"I would like to exchange this Muggle money." I stated to it as I handed it a handful of 100 pound notes.
       "Yes, yes." The goblin took them in long-nailed hands, and them gave me a pouch full of the wizarding currency. Since my grandfather, Tom Riddle, had been an extremely rich Muggle, I had a lot of that type of money. I left.

       Arriving at Flourish and Blotts, I pulled my book list out of my pocket;
      
       Set 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 Beginners Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
             One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
             Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

I could find all of that here.

***

After all of my shopping, I was literally dead on my feat, there was only one store left, Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. As I entered, two boys, probably about my age, were already getting fitted. One with pale skin, blonde hair, and icy grey eyes. The other had unruly black hair, green eyes, and rounded glasses perched on his nose, he looked distinctively uncomfortable. "Where are your parents?" The pale boy asked lazily.
       "They're dead." The other one responded shortly. And then I realized with a jolt that  that was Harry Potter.
       "Alright, you're all done now." Said Madame Malkin to the other pale boy. He hopped off the stool.
       "Well then, I'll see you at Hogwarts I guess." And then he left, leaving the dark-haired boy looking glum and confused. Now it was my turn, I stepped onto the stool as my robes got pinned into place.
       "So, is it your first year at Hogwarts?" I asked innocently, of course it was his first year, Harry is the same age as me.
       "Yes," Harry's face lifted a bit, "I can't wait... But, I don't really know much about anything."
       "Muggleborn?" I questioned as Madame Malkin tried to fit the robes around my wings, no, he's a Halfblood.
       "No, my parents are dead, and my aunt and uncle didn't tell me anything."
       "Are you Harry Potter by chance?"
       "Yeah," he sighed, "but what's the big deal?"
       "You defeated my fa- You-Know-Who!" I hope he didn't notice my slip.
       "Where are your parents anyway?" He said looking at my wings, eager for a change of subject.
       "Um, I'm pretty sure my mum is dead, and my father, I left him, he was abusive." That was somewhat true.
       "Alright, you are done now." The helper said to Harry, so he left, shooting me a sympathetic look.