Long chapter ahead. Enjoy the trip through Diagon Alley!

Mrs Weasley, who looked positively relieved to see her and much to her surprise, enveloped her in a hug.

"Oh Margaret, I was worried about you!" Mrs Weasley exclaims in distress before pulling back and looking at her sternly. "Didn't I tell you to say the name very clearly?"

"Sorry Mrs Weasley," the girl apologises sheepishly before smiling cheekily, "It must have been my accent!"

The woman rolled her eyes at her.

"You are just like Harry. Come on now, we have got a long day ahead of us," she declares, pulling Margaret into the bank with her after dusting off some remaining soot from the girl's shoulder.

By the time the two reach the Head Goblin, Margaret couldn't help but have the look of absolute awe plastered on her face. The Goblin ended up staring at her strangely when she accidentally waved at him. Apparently, though, he was used to weird witches and wizards (or he just thought that all of them were weird) because he ignored her and looked down on whatever paper he was scribbling on.

"Name?" The goblin yells suddenly.

"Xenakis and Myrrdyn," Mrs Weasley replies in a much gentler tone.

The Goblin looks up again, this time seemingly sceptical.

Before he could open his mouth, Mrs Weasley handed him a letter that Margaret didn't notice her holding.

She looked around again, falling to the habit of always being curious about her surroundings and found that most of the Goblins had stopped working to look at her. Unnerved by this, she stuffed her hands in Hermione's trenchcoat that she had borrowed and straightened up, before forcing herself to look at the Head Goblin.

"I will have to check if the vaults of her family still exist," he speaks after a moment and motions another goblin to come over.

He whispered something to him just as Margaret heard the sounds of the other goblins slowly starting to get back to their work. The other goblin disappeared and the Head Goblin returned to his work, leaving them to stand in silence.

Eventually, the other goblin came back with a set of papers that seemed old with the brown colour that had taken over them. The Head Goblin looked through the papers and Margaret tilted her head to the side when he occasionally shot odd looks her way.

"V-very well then, she already has a vault," he stammers, slamming the file shut. "You will be in vault 9; Gornuk will take you there. You also have a vault by your mother's bloodline, however, you need to be of age to operate it."

Margaret took the time to do the math. Technically, her physical age was sixteen, which meant she was already of age in the Wizarding World. However, since Dumbledore had allowed her to join Year 5 along with the Golden Trio, and the Ministry had made a fake birth certificate for her, on which she was... fifteen?

Well, shiitakes mushrooms on a stick, that's just bloody great.

While she pondered over her age and birthdate, the Head Goblin took the long moment to shuffle through the desk on which he sat, finally pulling out a small golden key. Well, assuming it was gold since it seemed so antique with its intricate designs that have faded slightly into brown on the deeper parts.

Margaret gingerly took it from his long fingers, slightly wary as if it was toxic.

"This way please," Gornuk says. Margaret looked at Mrs Weasley who urged her forward and the two followed him to a dark cart that seemed as if it had come out of a mine. "Go in, please."

The time traveller stepped into the old cart, wondering what on the sweet planet was she getting herself into. The books described it and she had an idea that this was going to be a hell of a ride but when the seemingly unstable cart jerked forward and Margaret realised that there really were no seatbelts, she grabbed onto the seat for dear life.

"Hold on tight, dear," whispers Mrs Weasley and she hummed in fright.

Damned Wizarding World, these people were insane...

The cart went up and it went down and to the right and to the left; it even inverted at one point. Margaret had no idea if it was her screaming or if it were the creeks of the cart and the tracks. By the end of it, she was left wondering how flattered would Mrs Weasley be if she got a nasty of the view of the breakfast she made this morning.

As the passengers got off and Gornuk asked for the key, Margaret silently handed it to him and took the moment to kneel and control her rapid breathing, reminded of why exactly she despised rollercoasters

"Haven't been in this part of vaults for a while. Must be an old pureblood family, having gotten a vault when the bank had just opened," Gornuk informs as he goes to open the vault, but none of the two looked at him.

"Are you alright, dear?" Molly asks concerned, putting a hand on Margaret's shoulder.

"Yes," she breathes, getting to her feet despite the fact that she still had her heart in her throat. At least she didn't feel the dry-heaves coming anymore.

Gornuk unlocked the vault.

"Here's your vault, Miss Xenakis!"

Margaret walks in to find towering piles of bronze, silver and gold coins even taller than her in a room that she couldn't even see the end of. Unable to form any coherent sentences, she racked her mind to point out what was weird about this and something clicked.

"Wait, but, bronze galleons? And silver?" she asks, picking up one of each from the smaller stacks.

"Ah, yes. As I said, this vault must have been opened a very long time ago. Those galleons you hold have been out of the system for a while now. But worry not, you will be able to exchange each one for currently working galleons," Gornuk explains.

"Are you absolutely certain that this all belongs to me?" she asks unsurely.

"You wouldn't be able to hold the key if you were not the legal heir, Miss Xenakis," he replies.

Turning around to the coins again, she eyed them cautiously for a second.

"So, uh, how much do you presume I need for school supplies... and some clothes?" Margaret asks hesitantly, turning to look at Mrs Weasley who did not have even a tiny bit of resentment on her face.

The woman, who had raised her kids struggling for finance all her life, only smiled warmly as she pondered for a moment. That alone made Margaret respect her all the more.

"About sixty galleons and a few sickles. However, you should take some more to spend during your Hogsmeade trips and holidays, just so that you don't have to come back over again each time."

Margaret turned to Gornuk again. "Will all of these have the same value?"

"Each bronze will be exchanged for fifty sickles, silver for one galleon each and gold for two galleons each."

Nodding, she smiled gratefully before collecting about two hundred galleons - a hundred gold, ninety silver and ten bronze and putting them in the side-bag that Ginny gave her this morning before they left.

Margaret walked out of the vault, feeling like she took a lot, but if this really belonged to her than she had no intention of going through the pain of getting here any more times than required. The door to the vault shut behind her with a large echo. The three of them climbed back on the dreaded cart and Margaret gripped onto the seat once again.

"Can we go a bit slower this time?" she asks nicely.

"One speed only!" Gornuk declares.

When they got back to the front of Gringotts, Margaret was certain that the next time she came here, she was not going to eat anything beforehand.

"Is there... is there any way I can get my vault moved to a... much less dangerous part?" Margaret questions, gasping for air.

Gornuk narrows his eyes. "You should be proud, Miss, as not many people have the privilege of having their vaults in single digits."

Privilege, he says! Privilege! Aren't goblins supposed to be intelligent?!

"However, you can open a new vault under your own name and have the sum transferred to it. That way your vault would be in the newer parts of the bank," Gonuk continues.

Nodding, she told him that she'd likely do that the next time she was here. After returning the key to the Head Goblin and exchanging the currency to the latest working one and some muggle money, Mrs Weasley and Margaret leave Gringotts with the latter's mind still reeling with questions about how ancient her bloodline even was.

Mrs Weasley was quick to usher her to Ollivanders, telling her that she was going to go look for the other supplies as she had already taken her measurements earlier this morning and can arrange for her robes.

When Margaret told the excited woman that she was going to be paying for them, she gets 'hushed' and sent away.

She promised herself to find Mrs Weasley in Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions before she can pay for her. However, the thought that she and her family have been nothing but kind to a stranger such as Margaret herself warmed her heart. It was much kinder than she had ever been in her life and she couldn't help but feel that she didn't deserve their treatment.

Shaking the thought out of her head, knowing she had important matters to focus on, Margaret pushed open the door to Ollivander's Wands.

"Hello and welcome to Ollivander's," an old man with bright blue eyes greets cheerfully. "Looking for a wand, Miss...?"

"Xenakis," she says and for once, someone doesn't seem caught off guard or suspicious by her last name.

Ollivander nodded, and with a flick of his hand, the measuring tape around his neck levitated over to her and rapidly started taking measurements, almost giving her whiplash in the process. A moment later it went back to its owner, leaving her utterly baffled by what had just happened.

"Ah, very well. I know just the one!" Ollivander exclaims happily and disappears between the shelves behind him.

The telekinetic girl took the time to move closer to the desk and glance at the innumerable boxes of wands in the shop. The man returned shortly after with a long white box in his hand on which there was the logo of his name.

"Here you go, Miss; Cedarwood, Dragon Heartstring, 10 and a half inches long, with tricky flexibility," he says, opening the box.

Margaret took the crooked wand into her hand, giving it a light movement; however, it swished upwards with so much force that Ollivander had to duck to avoid getting hexed.

"No! No. Not the one," he takes the wand back and puts the box far away from her. "Okay, let's see. Pine? No, no. Hazel? Perhaps... Chesnut?"

With that, he disappeared once again and she looked down at her hands in question - What do you want?

The wandmaker returned once again with another box that was black in colour. The wand inside it was just as dark in colour and intricately designed. Margaret liked the fact that it was levelled, personally obsessed with all things being perfectly balanced.

"Black Walnut, Dragon Heartstring, 9 and a half inches and quite flexible also."

Margaret picked it up but felt nothing. It seemed as if it was nothing but a piece of wood. Frowning, the girl gave it a light swish, but before she could stop them, red strings of her powers emitted from her hand, blasting the wand out of it with such force that it hit the ceiling and somehow managed to get stuck there.

Ollivander looked at the wand in shock, as some cement dropped down on the front desk, and then back at her hand that was still glowing red. Margaret closed her fist, feeling a bit insecure and buried her hands in her pockets.

"I'm sorry, Mr Ollivander. I could pay for the damage if you like?" Margaret offers, feeling guilty and a bit embarrassed. But the elderly man immediately shook his head.

"No, no, dear. No worries. I've seen worse," he chuckles. "Perhaps... Silver Lime, then? And unicorn hair? You seem to be skilled at non-verbal magic..."

Ollivanders started to mutter to himself while pacing around the shop. He even wobbled past her to the front of the shop but then shook his head when he didn't find what he was looking for. Margaret shuffled awkwardly on her feet, watching him sort out his inner dilemma and wishing that she had asked one of the Weasleys or Hermione to come with her...

He disappeared once again in between the shelves and this time he does not return for a long time but she could hear the sounds of things moving and smashing on the ground. Once, an old-looking steel teapot also crashed into her view of an aisle followed by a loud cheer of "Ah-ha!"

"Original Silver Lime - very rare wood - and unicorn hair preserved from a century! And 12 inches long; surprisingly swishy flexibility. One of my father's greatest works!" Ollivander praises proudly while walking back towards her.

He opened the dusty old box to reveal a light brown coloured wand with a what looked like a handle with a great grip that was separated from the shaft with a gold ring, and a single silver string-like design wrapping around half of the shaft beginning from that ring. The reservoir stone was a beautiful glimmering scarlet ruby that reminded her of the colour of her powers.

Margaret took it out of the box, and it fitted perfectly into her hand. Her doubts vanished and she follows her instincts and does a swish-pull back-swish movement. The tip of the wand shined a pewter silver and the light stayed.

"A non-verbal Lumos! Well done, well done," Ollivanders smiles kindly. She waves the wand and the light disappears.

"Thank you, Mr Ollivander," the girl smiles back in excitement.

As she pays, Margaret couldn't believe that she just got her very own real wand...

through the boys' section of the robes when Margaret found her in Madam Malkins.

Walking up to the small front desk first, she waited for someone to attend her. A woman rushed up to her when she spotted the girl.

"Welcome to Madam Malkin's! I am Madam Malkin. What kind of robes are you looking for today?"

She was an elderly squat woman dressed all in mauve and seemed incredibly friendly with her laugh lines and soft eyes.

"Hello, my name is Margaret. I believe Mrs Molly Weasley already ordered for my Hogwarts uniforms? I'd like to pay for them, please," says she.

Madam Malkin looked slightly taken aback, her eyes briefly flickering to where Mrs Weasley was still unaware of the girl's presence. Then she looked back up at her and beamed, eyes shining with kindness as she told the total for the robes, accepting the galleons Margaret gave her.

"Very well, dear. Very well. I presume you two know each other then?" Madam Malkin asks conversationally while moving back to her station next to the desk to sew something, though she still kept facing the girl as to not seem rude.

"Yes. I'm staying with her family this summer," Margaret replies with ease.

"If you don't mind me asking you, you don't sound English?" Malkin frowns, "Are you from America, perhaps?"

"Close," she chuckles. "Canada, actually."

The woman's face brightened up in understanding and she nodded. She then gestured towards the desk on which lay a pair of Hogwarts robes. She hummed to herself as she packed them and Margaret took the chance to go find Mrs Weasley.

The woman was now looking at a faded orange dress, some school robes for Ron draped over her arm. Margaret watched as she shook her head and turned around.

"Oh, Margaret, there you are! How did it go?"

Smiling back, the girl took the wand out of her pocket. Mrs Weasley looked at it, her brows raising slightly.

"That is beautiful, dear. I like the silver string, such a nice little touch."

"Thank you, Mrs Weasley," Margaret says and together the two of them walk to the front desk. There, Madam Malkin takes the robes from Mrs Weasley and packs them as well.

"How much would that be?" Mrs Weasley asks, shuffling through her purse. After she's done paying, Margaret takes the carry bags from Malkin.

"I told you not to worry about paying for the robes!" Mrs Weasley says pointedly as they exit the shop. Margaret only gave the woman a sheepish smile, causing her to shake her head. "Alright, then. Why don't we go buy some books, now?"

Mrs Weasley proceeds to lead Margaret into Flourish and Blotts, the famous bookstore a couple of shops down. She took the bags of robes and handed her a list of books Margaret would need for her classes, then told her to come and find her in Rosa Lee Teabag or Madam Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions or somewhere near the two stores.

"Do you want me to get any books for anyone else as well?" Margaret offers.

"No, dear. The book lists have not arrived yet for everyone," says Mrs Weasley.

Nodding, Margaret bid goodbye to the ginger woman once again before going to look at the numerous education-related books on the shelves. Going through the list, she sought help from one of the employees to find the latest editions.

Fifteen minutes later, she was done collecting all the books she would require for Charms, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Divination. The bag, however, was too heavy and she wished that she could just levitate-

Wait, she could just levitate it... she didn't require her wand to do so.

She wondered briefly if the trace that was now activated on her, would go off and if using her powers would be considered as underage magic. There was only one way to find out...

Holding the bag in her hand, Margaret used telekinesis to levitate it, but not so much that it would fly above her like a helium balloon, but instead, on her side, appearing as if she was carrying it with ease. Her powers, for once, cooperated with her.

The time-traveller exited the shop and made her way towards Scribbulus Writing Implements, which was surprisingly located right next to the archway that led to Knockturn Alley.

She suddenly got an odd feeling when nothing but darkness was visible on the other side of the archway even though the summer sun was now high in the sky. Margaret ignored it and entered the shop through the single blue French door.

"Hello, Miss! You are our opening customer today. How may I help you?" greets a middle-aged jolly man as he paced around the desk. She put down the bag of books and smiled back.

"Hello! I need some quills, a pot of ink; along with a diary, preferably maroon in colour, and charmed so that only I can open it. Oh, and a bottle of colour-change ink as well as invisible ink and revealer," she briefs and he nods, going around the shelves that lined the side of the shop.

Margaret looked around too since stationery items always brought her inexplicable joy, but magical stationery items were even more fascinating.

She selected the rolls of parchment, choosing the light brown ones and took the marine blue coloured ink so that it would stand out on the parchment, along with two swan feathered and three turkey feathered quills.

Luckily, he also brought her the diary she required - although he remarked that it was a bit expensive due to the charm placed on it - to write down the order of events from this year onwards before she forgot something important. She bought it anyway, reassuring the shopkeeper that she was fine with the price.