July 31st, 1991

Primrose woke up to sunlight across her face. She doesn't open her eyes as she turns around, remembering the most amazing dream last night.

"How I wish it was true..." Primrose trails off sleepily, relieved her voice wasn't as scratchy as last night. She still felt sick, but sleeping warmly seemed to help her.

Yawning loudly, she slowly sits up, stretching her soar and still healing back. Opening her eyes, she blinks multiple times. She was in the shack, not her and Harry's cupboard, or Dudley's second bedroom.

"It wasn't a dream." She thinks, mouth open in shock. It wasn't a dream... she's–she really is a witch.

A bright, beaming smile grows on her face while she quickly, but silently, gets out from Hagrid's giant coat. She goes over to her and Harry's shared bag and takes out one of few outfits Petunia ever bought for her when she was around three years old. It was incredibly worn and as time went on, Primrose had to find the closest matching colors to the dark green dress to patch up holes. The front of the skirt looked like a checkered pattern of dark green and a faded green. It was long sleeved and went up to her collarbone. She was surprised when she found it wasn't baggy. It fit her perfectly, which means it was meant to be baggy on her when she was three. Though, she thinks it's only because she's still so small. Petunia planned for her to continue to wear it for church.

"It was just a dream," Harry spoke to himself quietly. "I dream a giant called Hagrid came to tell me, Prim and I were going to a school for wizards and witches. When I open my eyes, I'll be at home in my cupboard with Prim."

Primrose frowns as she quickly gets dressed. A loud tapping noise from the window makes her jump. Did someone just see her change?! She whips around, only to see an owl rapping on the window. The owl taps again, making Harry groan.

"All right I'm getting up," Harry mutters. He sat up from Hagrid's coat, Primrose stifling a giggle at how disarrayed his hair was. She looks in a broken mirror and tries to brush through her untamable hair.

Her hair is a dark, fiery red; quite an unnatural color in the world–the Muggle world at least. It looked like her entire head was on fire in the sunlight. Her hair was so curly, it surrounded her head and upper back on its own. The curls themselves looked like tiny snakes and Primrose was sure if her hair was straight, her hair would reach her bottom.

"Don't do that," Harry says, quietly. Primrose turns and watches as her twin brother tries to wave the owl away from the coat. It snapped its beak at him before continuing its... search?

"Hagrid! There's an owl–"

"Pay him," Hagrid grunts into the sofa from Harry's loud exclamation. Primrose rushes over and starts searching the pockets.

"What?"

"He wants payin' fer deliverin' the paper. Look in the pockets." Harry helps Primrose search the seemingly endless pockets on the coat, finding all sorts of things.

"Here!" Primrose exclaims, taking out a handful of strange coins. Only a few were gold, most were silver, and the remaining were bronze.

"Give him five Knuts," Hagrid says sleepily.

"Knuts?" Primrose asks curiously. Is this the wizarding currency?

"The little bronze ones."

Primrose holds the coins as Harry counts five Knuts. When he grabs the amount, she puts the coins back into the coat. She looks up just in time to see the owl fly out of the window.

She jumps when Hagrid yawns and sits up.

"Best be off, Harry, Primrose, lots ter do today, gotta get up ter London an' buy all yer stuff fer school," Hagrid says while stretching. Primrose smiles brightly and stands up quickly, running over to her bag and putting it on.

"Um–Hagrid?" Harry asks, scratching his arm. Primrose notices it was already red and blotchy. Did he scratch his arm during all that happened last night?

"Mm?" Hagrid hums in acknowledgement while putting on his large boots.

"We haven't got any money–and you heard Uncle Vernon last night–"

"–he won't pay for us to go and learn magic," Primrose says, feeling all of her joy and excitement get ripped out of her.

"Don' worry about that," Hagrid says, standing up and scratching his head. "D'yer think yer parents' didn't leave yeh anything?"

"But–I mean–if their house was destroyed–"

"They didn't keep their gold in the house, girl! Nah, first stop fer us is Gringotts. Wizards' bank. Both of yeh, have a sausage. they're not bad cold–an' I wouldn't say no teh a bit o' yer birthday cake, neither," Hagrid says, making Primrose brighten up. Their parents really leave them money, just for them?

"Wizards have banks?" The twins ask in excitement. They plan to create their own business together. It won't be their main goals in life, but they wanted to do something together in the future. Maybe they could start a business in the magical world. Primrose is going to have to research on it.

"Just the one. Gringotts. Run by goblins."

"Goblins?" The twins ask incredulously.

"This... this is going to be harder than I thought..." Primrose thinks with a frown.

Primrose didn't think much of it last night, mostly because she was sick and exhausted, but she and Harry are severely at a disadvantage. They don't know anything about the magical world, when they were supposed to know at least the basics. They're basically toddlers when it came to this new world. Primrose wants to ask Hagrid about anything and everything of this world, but she doesn't think he'll be the best source for information... This is going to be hard.

"–knows he can trust me see. Got everythin'?Come on then." Primrose snaps back into reality, realizing she missed a whole explanation of something about Gringotts. Primrose silently converses with Harry as they walk out of the shack.

"Basically, Gringotts is the safest place besides Hogwarts and it's mad to try and rob it. Never mess with goblins," Harry says, Primrose nodding with satisfaction for now. She jumps up and down in excitement, basking in the warm sunlight. Problems aside, today was going to be the best. She feels it.

One hour later

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

COURSE 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 Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

"Can we really buy all of this in London?" The twins wonder aloud.

"If yeh know where to go," Hagrid says with a small smile. Primrose smiles back before looking at everything with wonder.

They continue walking through the busy streets, Hagrid occasionally commenting on certain Muggle things. It made Primrose frown slightly, glancing at Harry.

"This doesn't seem good..."

"Maybe we should meet other wizards and witches, see if they think the same," Harry suggests, making Primrose sigh before nodding her head. That was the best course of action.

"This is it," Hagrid says, coming to a halt, "the Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place."

Primrose tried not to let the appearance be the basis of her judgements, but it looked so... dirty. It was tiny and appeared to be run down. She also had a feeling only they could see it, since everyone walking by were ignoring it. Before she could mention anything at the same time as Harry, Hagrid steered them inside. It was incredibly dark and shabby, but had a certain homey feeling. Weirdly, Primrose was comfortable.

Primrose stepped closer to Harry's side, grabbing his hand when the chatter stopped. People waved at Hagrid and greeted him while they make their way to the bar.

"The usual, Hagrid?" The bartender asks, already reaching for a glass. Primrose scrunches her nose at the alcohol she could see. God she hated that stuff.

"Can't Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business," Hagrid says, clapping his hands on the twins' shoulders. Primrose hides her flinch when the bruises on her shoulder throbs in pain.

"Good Gods," The bartender says, peering at the twins, "is this–can this be–?"

Primrose immediately goes on alert when the entire Leaky Cauldron goes completely still. She keeps a tight grip on Harry's hand, checking for exits.

"Bless my soul," The bartender whispers, "Harry and Primrose Potter... what an honor."

Primrose takes a step back, feeling a small bit of comfort when her back brushes against Hagrid's leg when Tom runs out from behind the bar and rushes at them. He grabs their empty hands, tears in his eyes.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, Ms. Potter, welcome back."

For ten minutes, Primrose and Harry were bombarded with praises and handshakes. A few tried to separate the two, but from the harsh glares from both of the them, no one tried anymore. One person Primrose knows to keep an eye on, was the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, Professor Quirrell. He rubbed her the wrong way and a headache immediately formed when he turned his back on her.

"Is Professor Quirrell always so nervous?" The red haired girl asks curiously, covering up her suspicion. The three of them were walking out of the Leaky Cauldron from the back.

"Oh, yeah. Poor bloke. Brilliant mind. He was fine while he was studyin' outta books but then he took a year off ter get some first-hand experience... They say he met vampires in the Black Forest, and there was a nasty bit o' trouble with a hag–never been the same since. Scared of the students, scared of his own subject–now, where's me umbrella?" Hagrid explains, patting down his pockets.

"Vampires and hags? This is–this world is crazy, I love it!" Primrose beams excitedly, making Harry roll his eyes with a smile. They focus back on Hagrid after he finds his umbrella.

"Three up, two across..." The giant mutters. "Right, stand back, Harry, Primrose." He taps the wall three times with the tip of his umbrella. The brick he touched pushed back before more followed its lead. Soon, Primrose and Harry were staring at the bright and busy street with open mouths.

"Welcome, to Diagon Alley."

"This is–how–just, wow!" Primrose was speechless. They all step through the archway, Primrose glancing back with Harry to watch it transform back into a solid wall.

They walk through the street, the twins looking at everything with wide eyes and beaming smiles. It didn't take long to reach a snowy white building that towered over the other shops. In front of the bronze doors was a human-like creature a head shorter than Harry with a clever face, a pointed beard, and very long fingers and feet.

"Yeah, that's a goblin," Hagrid says quietly, the three walking up to the building. The goblin bows with a scowl while they walked inside. Primrose bites her lip, glancing at Hagrid and Harry before turning. She walks backwards and gives the goblin a small curtsey in thanks. She turns around, not noticing it's expression of shock.

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

The ominous poem was engraved into the second pair of doors. Primrose squeezes Harry's hand.

"Like I said, yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it," Hagrid says as a pair of goblins bowed at them through the silver doors. They open the doors and the trio walks in. Primrose does another small curtsey to both of them, a polite smile on her face, before she turns back around and follows Hagrid to a free counter.

"Morning," Hagrid greets cheerfully to the goblin. "We've come ter take some money outta Mr. Harry Potter's and Ms Primrose Potter's safe."

"Do you have their key, sir?"

"Got it here somewhere," Hagrid says fishing through his pockets. Primrose feels her ears burn while she watches Hagrid empty his pockets on the goblin's work.

"Got it," Hagrid says, holding up a tiny gold key. The goblin inspects it closely before nodding his head.

"That seems to be in order."

"An' I've also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore," Hagrid adds, throwing out his chest. "It's about You-Know-What in vault 713." Primrose raises and eyebrow before eyeing the gold key to their vault.

"Why does Hagrid have our vault key?" Primrose whispers quietly to Harry. He shrugs with narrowed eyes.

"Could be Professor Dumbledore, but then why would he have it?" Harry suggests, making Primrose frown. She is starting to dislike the Hogwarts headmaster and she hasn't even properly met him yet.

"Very well," The goblin says after reading the letter Primrose missed Hagrid giving it to him. "I will have someone take you down to both vaults. Griphook!"

Another goblin, presumably Griphook, walks in with a snarl. He starts leading the trio through a door, Hagrid hurriedly stuffing his pockets with all the stuff he emptied out of them.

"After we get some money, can we have our vault key?" Primrose asks curiously, forming a plan in her mind.

For now, she doesn't trust Professor Dumbledore and while she trusts Hagrid and thinks of him as a friend, he seems to be a little naive. If she and Harry can manage to get a hold of their vault key, they'll be able to easily come here during the summer. After last night, the twins refuse to live with the Dursleys any longer. Also, Primrose is curious about how the economics of this world worked. She hasn't figured out what she wants to be yet, she's only eleven after all, but she wants as much information from both worlds.

"No. It wouldn't be wise fer yeh to spend all o' that money all in one go. Professor Dumbledore will keep it safe until yeh turn seventeen," Hagrid says, making Primrose frown. She puts on a sad pout, tucking some of her hair behind her ears.

"Well, we aren't going to spend more than we need to. We just wanted to have it so if we needed to go to Diagon Alley for something during the summer, we wouldn't have to bother you or Professor Dumbledore if either of you were busy or couldn't send someone to help us," Primrose says, looking off to the side guiltily. Hagrid frowns, not liking how sad Primrose looked one bit.

"We understand, Hagrid. It's just–we finally have something to call our own and we are–we were hoping you would let us keep one of the only things our parents left to us," Harry adds, scratching his neck.

"Well, it is yer vault... I'll give it to yeh after we finished our business here," Hagrid relents, smiling softly when the twins perk up.

"Are you sure? I mean, we completely understand why Professor Dumbledore would want to keep it safe," The twins lie easily. No, they don't understand at all. They also don't understand why someone they didn't even know existed was holding on to things their parents gave them?

"Yes, I'm sure," Hagrid says with a smile.

It didn't take long for them to reach the first vault. To be honest, Primrose loved riding in the cart. It felt like being on a rollercoaster, or what she heard what being on a rollercoaster felt like. Hagrid hated it. He was so green and dizzy, he had to use the wall for support on his trembling legs. Griphook unlocked the vault door with their vault key, Primrose watching the locking mechanism in wonder. After the door opened and the green smoke billowed out cleared, the twins gasped in complete awe. Inside was mounds of gold coins, columns of silver, and heaps of bronze Knuts.

"All yours. Remember to share," Hagrid smiles.

This was... fantastic. Primrose felt loved. It felt incredibly nice to know their parents truly loved them and wanted them to be well taken care of. It was just a fantastic feeling.

Hagrid hands them both a bag and he helped the put the money in them. Primrose made sure to grab 400 of each coin.

"The gold ones are Galleons. 17 silver Sickles to a Galleon and 29 Knuts to a Sickle, it's easy enough. Right, that should be enough fer a couple o' terms. This vault is meant to last yeh both until yeh reach seventeen, so don' be rash," Hagrid says, helping the twins tie their bags close.

"Vault 713 now, please, and can we go more slowly?" Hagrid asks as they all get into the cart after the vault is locked.

"One speed only," Griphook says. They sped off, going faster the deeper they went. Primrose was now constantly shivering when they reached Vault 713. She huddled close to Harry, desperate for warmth. They watched the door opening to reveal an empty vault, only a small bag wrapped in paper sitting on the floor. Hagrid grabs the bag and tucks it safely in one of his many pockets before walking out of the vault.

Primrose knew her eyes were calculating and curious while she wondered what was in the bag. She's pretty sure it's a secret Hagrid would die before ever giving up, so she didn't bother asking.

"Come on, back in this infernal cart, and don't talk to me on the way back, it's best if I keep me mouth shut," Hagrid says, already looking green. Primrose giggles while Harry scrunches his nose in disgust.

When they reach the surface again, Griphook was about to leave, but Primrose managed to stop him.

"Mr. Griphook, wait! I have a quick question," Primrose says rushing after the goblin. The goblin stops, giving the eleven year old an annoyed snarl.

"How many Galleons is to Muggle Britain's pound?" Primrose asks curiously, bright eyes and a curious smile.

"1 Galleon is 5 pounds. Is that all Ms. Potter?" Griphook answers, making Primrose giggle.

"The only question I have time for, unfortunately. Thank you for showing me and Harry to our vault!" Primrose says cheerfully, giving a small curtsey before turning and running back to Hagrid and Harry.

"Might as well get yer uniform," Hagrid says, nodding towards a shop called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Listen Harry, Primrose, would yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate Gringotts carts." The twins shrug and give him a wave before they walk into Madam Malkin's together.

"Hogwarts, dears?" A squat, smiling witch dressed in mauve asks before the twins could speak. "Got the lot here–another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."

An eleven year old boy with platinum blonde, almost silver hair, quicksilver eyes, and pale skin was being fitted by another witch. Madam Malkin places Primrose by the boy and Harry next to her. Madam Malkin began pinning the length for Primrose and another which began on Harry.

"We need a way to hide all this from Aunt Dursley and Uncle Dursley," Primrose states, watching the black robes practically swallow her whole in the mirror.

"I hate how small I am," Primrose thinks with a frown, turning to watch Harry. He frowns, hand twitching.

"There's so much school supplies we need and there's so much we don't know... Uncle Dursley will never let anything magic anywhere near the house," Primrose sighs, feeling the annoyance bubble in her chest.

"Maybe there's something here we can buy to hide everything," Harry suggests with a tiny shrug. "At least until we have a plan for the summer."

"Are you two muggleborns?" The blonde boy asks, making Primrose jump. She wasn't expecting the boy to speak, and not with such intensity.

"No?" Primrose answers in confusion, turning to stare at the boy. His eyebrows were furrowed and a small frown was on his face.

"Our parents were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean," Harry says with a curious glance.

"Muggleborn... you think it means you're a witch or wizard with Muggle parents too?" Primrose asks, glancing at Harry for only a second.

"We live with our aunt and uncle. They're Muggles. They–uh, didn't really tell us anything. We just learned about magic last night..." Primrose adds slowly, hesitant to reveal so much to a stranger. The boy seems to sink in relief, frown disappearing.

"So you're both purebloods who don't have any knowledge of the magical world," The boy says, making Primrose frown.

"Um... I guess? Hagrid, he's the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, had explained what he could about our... situation," Primrose says carefully.

"That's you done, dear," Madam Malkin states cheerfully. Primrose smiles and jumps off the footstool.

"It–It was nice to meet you," The eleven year old girl says with a smile.

"I can show you two around." The boy says suddenly, cheeks turning pink. "I mean, my parents are grabbing some of my supplies and I'm much more helpful than some half–than someone from Hogwarts."

Primrose narrows her eyes at the overconfident drawl. She glances at Harry, giving a shrug.

"We don't really know when Hagrid will come back, so sure," Harry says with a smile.

"I'm Draco Malfoy," The blonde boy introduces himself, lowering a hand towards Primrose. The red haired girl beams up at him with a bright smile and shakes his hand.

"Primrose Potter! This is my brother, Harry Potter," Primrose says cheerfully, before blushing.

"Potter? As in the Boy Who Lived and the Girl Who Will Choose?" Draco exclaims, silver eyes wide with shock.

"Um–well–I–we–" Primrose curls into herself with a red face, stuttering.

"Both of you boys are done," Madam Malkin says cheerfully. Harry quickly jumps down from the stool and grabs Primrose's hand.

"If the Boy Who Lived and the Girl Who Will Choose are the two who survived Volde–You-Know-Who from killing them, then yes," Harry answers with a shrug and a frown.

"What kind of names are those?" Harry asks, nose scrunched up, Primrose giggles before the three quickly pay for their robes.

"I can't believe the rumors that you two were raised by muggles is true," Draco says in disgust. The twins glance at each other before giving Draco small glares.

"Muggles aren't bad," The twins quietly defend the world they were raised in.

"You were talking about your uncle never letting anything magic near your house," Draco drawls with a scowl. Primrose frowns at the reminder.

"Well, there are a few muggles who aren't good... but there's a few bad wizards and witches too," Harry points out. Draco scowls even deeper, lost in thought.

"Do you know if any of these shops sell something that we can hide all this magic stuff?" Primrose brings the blonde out of his thoughts. He shakes his head before smiling brightly. His ears turn red and the smile quickly turns into a smirk, making the red haired girl giggle.

"No, but I'm sure my parents know. They should be buying my books, let's go," Draco says while he grabs Primrose's wrist. She barely has enough time to grab Harry's hand before they're dragged with the blonde.

"We've made our first friend!"

"I know, Prim!"

Hey! Sorry I took so long with this chapter. I hope you all like it!

Also, yes Harry is OOC, but I mean I gave him a twin sister... so I'm pretty sure that adds to the OOCness. And, if Draco seems a little OOC, sorry. But this is a Canon Divergence, so eh.

Hope you like the story so far!

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