Rise of the Muggle-Borns!

Rise of the Muggle-Borns!

When all seems to be going crazy at Hogwarts, Muggle-Borns and Blood traitors being sent to Azkaban prison, they need to rely on someone. But who? Her name is Roxanne (Roxy) Willows.

published on February 14, 2014not completed

Diagon Alley!

Chapter 3: Diagon Alley!
Roxanne (Roxy)'s POV
Eva kept tugging on my sleeve, asking me when the Wizards would come, I eventually had to sit down on a bench exhausted. "Are you Roxanne Willows and Grace Granger?" A man voice asks, I look up to see him wearing a black cloak, which is covering most of his body.
"Yes, I'm Grace, and that's Roxy over there." Grace says as she points to me,
"Hello, I'm Jordan McRoberts." Jordan says, he extends his hand which is covered with dirt, Grace shudders as she shakes his hand, "Follow me to Diagon Alley." He says quickly, Eva jumps up and down excitedly, Rachel places an arm around her younger sister, containing her from jumping all around. Jordan doesn't notice this behavior and making sure no one's watching him, he walks over to a fireplace and pulls out a wand. "Accio Floo Powder." He whispers, a sack of dust appears in his hands. "Take a handful and go into the Fireplace, Say Diagon Alley. I'll meet you there." Jordan says, he throws the sack into Eva's arms, she nearly falls over from the shock, I grab a handful and rush to the Fireplace, "Diagon Alley." I say, before I know it, I see green flames go all around me, and when they disappear, I get forced out of another fireplace, Flying to the ground, "Need some help?" A boy with Ginger hair asks, he holds out his hand which, unlike Jordan's hand, is clean. I nod, he helps me up, "Sorry for not introducing myself, I'm Ron. Ron Weasley." Ron says,
"I'm Roxanne.. I mean Roxy Willows." I say,
"Do you not like being called Roxanne?" Ron asks me,
"No, my parents tend to call me that after they stay up all late at parties and stuff like that." I say, shuddering at the memories of my parents calling me that,
"Hey Roxy! Who's that?" Grace asks, she puts a hand on my shoulder,
"His name's Ron Weasley." I explain,
"I'm Grace Granger, sister of Hermione Granger, who wasn't awesome enough to be in Ravenclaw!" Grace says as she throws out her hand at Ron, who shakes it uncertain. "Come on you two, we've got to get your supplies." I hear Jordan say.
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After We got our money and all of our books, we had our wands left. I walk into Ollivander's slowly, I open the door quietly, and close it. "Hello? Is anyone here?" I ask, I hear a rushing of ladders and I see a man walking down from the letter, "Ah, you must be Ms. Willows, yes, the Headmaster at Hogwarts told me there'd be lots of Muggle-born witches and wizards coming here, I have a list somewhere around here... Well, that doesn't matter, come on, come and get your wand." The Man says, "Okay, just a quick question, who are you?" I ask,
"I'm Mr. Ollivander." He says as he rummages through the boxes of wands, he lifts one up, "Unicorn Tailfeather, Thirteen inches, Maple wood." He says as he gives me it, I give it a wave, as I do, some boxes fly off of the Shelves. "No worries, we'll just find another one..... Yes, this one, Dragon Heartstring, Ten and a Half inches, Oak Wood." He says as he hands me the next wand, wind goes flying around me, he takes the wand back slowly, "Yes, that one, but it's interesting. This one wand had some tricks up it, but it seems just fine for you." Mr. Ollivander says, I pay him and sit outside, waiting for Grace, as soon as she's done, she skips out happily, "It's done! I've got a wand with um... Some inside parts, but it's Fourteen inches!" Grace says happily,
"Excellent. Now, Next week is when you'll have to go to the train." Jordan says, he throws Grace, Rachel and I tickets and runs away, his cloak covering him entirely.
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