Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Enjoy!

It all started when I found that book.

Let me backtrack a little bit. My name is Brynlee May Wolfe, I'm apparently 11 years old because I found that dam book. I'm actually 15, live with my Aunt Jeanine Brevins and Uncle Ezekiel Brevins (they're awful) and my (bratty) cousin Izabelle, who is four months older than I am. My parents died when I was two or three, my relatives say my dad was high and driving with my mom, and they crashed into a building. I say minotaur turd. My story is like that of Harry Potter's, which became my one reason for staying at my relatives' house (They treat me like the Dursleys' do Harry).

Just before the whole incident happened, Izabelle wanted to go shopping like the little female-dog she is and so the entire family, including myself, ended up spending the day at the mall. The makeup boutique had black and white tile floors, mirrors on every wall, makeup in every direction you looked, people getting facials, it smelled like hydrogen peroxide and chemicals, and was next door to small, ancient bookstore that looked like Nerd-Heaven. I peered into the window, hopefully looking at the treasure trove of literary wonders. "Hey, Aunt Jeanine, can I go check out the bookstore next door?" I had asked hopefully. She looked towards me blankly.

"Hm? Oh, it's you. As long as you don't make us look bad, do whatever your little orphaned heart desires." She flippantly replied. I stared at her in shock before getting up from my seat and walking away. 'Oh, so that's how she's gonna treat me in PUBLIC, great. Bloody fantastic.' I thought angrily to myself before opening the door to the old and antique bookstore. A small brass bell chimed as the pane-glass door swung open with a squeak. 'So much better' I breathed a mental sigh of relief before perusing the dust-covered shelves. The old dark-stained floors creaked under my feet and the room smelled like pine trees and vanilla.

I sighed after looking at several old books with no appeal to my tastes at all before a textbook-sized, worn, hardbound book caught my eye. I pulled it off the shelf and felt its red-leather binding and musty pages calling out to me. The title read, 'The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6.' 'Isn't that what sixth years at Hogwarts were required to read?' I questioned silently, carefully opening it; as if I were afraid I might break it, and looked at the inside cover. "Property of Remus Lupin, borrowed by James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew." it read.

I stared at it for a good two minutes. "This has to be some sort of practical joke, right?" I muttered under my breath, my eyes glued to the four individual handwritings. I flipped the textbook over and looked at the lazily put-on neon-orange price sticker labeled '5.99 euros' I shoved my hand into my pocket and pulled out five euros, 56 euro-cents, and two sticks of gum.

I strolled up to the counter and gently placed the book on it. "I'd like to purchase this book." I told the man behind the counter, a wizened old guy with a long, white beard, equally-long white hair, half-moon glasses, and baby-blue robes. He scanned the bar code on the obnoxiously-neon-orange price sticker and held out his hand for payment.

"That'll be 5.99, please." I put all the money I had on the counter and the man looked at me. "You're short 43 cents, dear." He voiced his thoughts quietly. I sighed, looking at the ground as I pawed the dusty floor with my red Converse sneaker.

"Look, that's all I got on me. Unless you want two sticks of gum, I have nothing else." I explained, looking back up at the salesman. He looked a bit disappointed. The little brass bell chimed again as the pane-glass door swung open with a squeak once more. I turned towards the front of the shop and groaned— my relatives were here. "Not again…" I groaned, dropping my head.

"Brynlee, you've been taking forever, and I want to go home now! Don't make me wait any longer!" Izabelle whined, stomping her foot. "Momma, make her hurry up!" She complained. Aunt Jeanine held up her wrist and tapped her expensive gold, diamond-studded Rolex with her perfectly manicured nail.

"Hurry up, orphan girl." was all she said in response to her daughter's whining. Uncle Ezekiel was holding several bags of clothes and makeup.

The man at the counter must have felt some sympathy towards me because he pushed both the book and my money back towards me. "Here," he whispered. "I'll take the gum, you can have the book for free—in terms of monetary payment. I knew a boy who had a situation just like yours, and he went on to do great things. I hope that you'll do the same." I looked back at him, and there was a sagely twinkle in his slate-blue eyes. I fished the gum out of my pocket and handed it to him.

"Thanks, mister…" I trailed off slowly, not knowing the man's name.

"Just call me Albus." he filled in, chuckling softly.

"Thank you Mister Albus!" I called as I walked out of the enchanting bookstore that smelled like pine trees and vanilla, with its dark-stained floors and little brass door bell. I peered into the book looking at the spells and handwritten notes within the mostly-crinkled, yellowed pages. "Whoa…" I breathed out in amazement. I recognized some of the spells from the Harry Potter series and my fangirl side was sort of taking over my usually-stable mind.

"Ew, Brynlee's reading! Poppa, tell her to stop it!" Izabelle pouted, stamping her brand-new Gucci high-heels.

"Wretch, put that book away. You're disturbing my little girl." Uncle Ezekiel growled and I sighed as the book closed, emitting a poof of what appeared to be sparkles. I stared at the book before we walked across the train tracks to get to the car across the street. I opened the book again as I was crossing the tracks and was reading it until I heard a 'Vreen! Vreen!' sound and my head shot up. My relatives were safely across the tracks and I was frozen in front of the oncoming train. I braced for impact and then…

This is when everything goes wonky.

I've already planned the sequel for this. *is happy and smiling* This one will get updated the most out of all my stories! Next chappie kicks things off with... the Marauders arrive!