(Lol Harry Potter stole Specs' glasses)

Hi, I love fantasy worlds and magic and supernatural powers. It's literally my favorite genre of anything.

One of the very first stories I read that involved magic was Harry Potter, and it sparked my love of cool magic powers. Because of this, the series has a very special place in my heart.

So I thought; why not combine two of my favorite things?

Here is the (long awaited) result! I'm so excited to share it with y'all!

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You pulled the coin you had found lying in the street out from the secret hole in your wall behind the portrait of your late grandmother. You flipped it, catching it as it fell. It was a real life, No-Maj dime; your most prized possession.

You stared at the silvery disk. It reminded you of a tinier, cheaper Sickle, with an old man stamped on it rather than a dragon.

Despite the utter worthlessness of the coin in your world, you loved the way it looked, the way it felt, the way it connected you to the forbidden world of the No-Majes. How you wished it wasn't illegal to interact with non-magic folk...

You attempted to use the novelty of the coin as a distraction from the altercation you had just had with your parents, but it didn't work; you were fuming. How could they do this to you? You were still a teenager for goodness' sake. You had your whole life ahead of you. So why?

You glanced around your room. Everything was expensive, sleek, and beautiful.

You hated it.

Suddenly, you could no longer stand the sight of the burgundy wallpaper that surrounded you, suffocated you. You yanked on a pair of boots and didn't even bother changing out of your old, faded skirts before apparating away from your lavish prison. You found yourself in the alley by the hidden magical goods store you and your mother frequented. From there, you ran out into the crowd of pedestrians, dissolving into the endless sea of people.

When you were in the homogenous mix of bustling people, class and wealth and magical affinity didn't matter. You were just people. People with places to be, things to do, others to see.

There was an imposter among the busy crowd, however: You had nowhere to be. You had nothing to do. And you were alone.

Yet despite this, you were in a hurry to get to wherever your feet were carrying you. It felt good to walk like an actual human. It felt nice to act like you didn't live in a world of self-worshiping bigots. It felt weightless to pretend like you weren't always forced to live your life precisely as your father dictated.

You took a shaky breath and looked around at the people who made up the crowd. There were people of all shapes, sizes, personalities, but they were all human.

You were human, too. Why couldn't your parents understand that?

You continued on, brooding for a bit.

You easily avoided the people around you, the rhythm of walking slowly soothing you. You began to enjoy your little impromptu stroll.

Then you ran into a lamp post.

Of course...

"Stupid lamp post, getting in my way. I should turn you into a cauldron and cook up a nice healing potion in it to fix the fractured skull you gave me!" You said, partially to yourself and partially to the lamp post.

Thankfully it did not respond.

"Um... miss, are you alright?" You heard a decidedly male voice from behind you.

"Oh wonderful. A witness to my glorious gracefulness." You said as you turned to face... oh.

Oh wow he's hot.

You stared at him in silence for a moment, the worried look on his face growing more pronounced by the second.

"Miss?"

"Hi! You're fine! I— I mean I'm fine?" You chuckled nervously.

"Gosh, I must have hit my head pretty hard..." you trailed off, holding your forehead, though it wasn't throbbing at all. Your heart on the other hand...

"You're disoriented and flushed... I think you should sit down. Here," the boy said, sounding far more mature and responsible than he looked.

He pulled off the fabric bag that had been slung across his torso and set it on the ground. Whatever the bag contained made a fairly good, rectangular stool. He gently pushed you down until you were sitting on the bag.

How on earth did you get yourself into this situation? You shook your head once and pinched yourself to make sure you weren't dreaming. Huh. Nope, not dreaming.

You looked back up at the boy, who was now looking around, maybe for someone to help him help you. When he noticed you had regained at least a little sense, however, he crouched down, face level with yours.

"Can you tell me your name and where we are right now?" He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder and staring intently into your eyes. This was the most contact you'd ever had with a boy outside of your family and you were flipping out internally.

"Uhh..." you trailed off, lost in his eyes for a moment. You felt a sensation similar to a sparkler going off right in the middle of your chest. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was surprising. That certainly wasn't normal...

You realized you hadn't answered the boy's questions and had just stared into his eyes for about ten seconds. That was more than a little awkward...

"Oh this is bad..." he said to himself, standing up quickly and looking like he was about to have a panic attack. you panicked because he was panicking.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I was lost in— thought for a moment." He turned around and looked at you, a bit skeptically. You quickly continued.

"My name is (Y/n) and right now we're in the streets of Manhattan, New York. So please don't freak out; I'm okay!" You cried. The boy instantly relaxed.

"Thank goodness..." he whispered to himself before turning his full attention back to you.

"Im glad you aren't injured." He cracked a small smile. Wow. What is air again?

"I've never seen a person, well, any sane person smack into a pole with that much force before, Miss (Y/n). Honestly, it was a little impressive, but I wouldn't suggest doing it again any time soon. It may be a tad bit unhealthy!" He said, chuckles lighting up his features. He offered a hand to help you up. The early afternoon sun illuminated his features, making him look like an angel come to save you from the prison of your life. Huh. Since when did you get so sappy?

You didn't think it was possible for a heart to beat so fast...

You tentatively took his hand and he helped you stand. He smiled at you, your hand still in his. Neither one of you was pulling away. What is this feeling?

"OhhhHHH GET IT DAVEY!" You heard from within the crowd. The boy, who you now assumed was the Davey in question, whipped around to the general direction of the sound.

"Jack! Now is not the time!" Davey yelled. The interrupter, Jack you supposed, appeared like a secret agent from the sea of people. His arms were crossed, but he smirked at Davey's hand, which was still firmly in yours.

"Ay, no need to be so snippy when your goil is right there." Davey quickly pulled his hand away, a hint of pink lighting up his cheeks. Jack chuckled.

"Don't screw dis up, Dave; she's a pretty one."

"JACK!"

This Jack person just blew a kiss and frolicked off, giggling like a little girl.

Dave turned his attention back to you. You were still slightly mortified and a slight bit disappointed that Davey pulled away. Wait what?

He pulled off his cap and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I am so sorry. Jack, he's... he means well, but—"

Aww he's so cute. Like a little puppy.

Your embarrassment melted away like snow. You smiled brightly, placing your hand on Davey's arm and pulling it down away from his hair.

"It's ok." You reassured him. He looked at you, surprised. You then realized that you were very close to him.

"Haha... So, you go by Davey? I'm guessing that comes from David, right?" You changed the subject, pulling your hand away from him and blushing, tucking your arms around your waist. Davey placed his cap back on his head, making sure it was neat and straight.

"Yes, my name is David, but... I guess I do go by Davey now. It's what the other newsies call me anyway." He said, more to himself than to you. So the bag on his shoulder must have contained the day's paper, then.

"Oh, you're a newsboy? For which paper?" You asked tentatively, praying that he worked for a magic newspaper. That he was part of your world. If not—

"I work for The World. Usually." He answered, smiling slightly at you as if he had made a joke only he understood.

You felt your heart drop. The World was a No-Maj paper, which meant he wasn't from your world.

"Oh! Speaking of, would you like a paper? The headline isn't the best, but I'm sure there's still some interesting news today." He said reaching into his paper bag and pulling out a newspaper.

"No... I can't..." He was a No-Maj. You weren't allowed to talk with him. You couldn't be around him. He was off limits. Forbidden.

"You don't have to pay, this one'll be on me." He insisted, thinking your protests were due to lack of money. He gently placed the folded paper in your hands. You stared at it for a moment, then snapped your gaze back up to Davey.

You considered for a moment. You would love to see what a No-Maj paper was like. What was considered important enough to them to put in the news to be seen by all. But if you did take it, where would you put it? You couldn't just throw it away when you were done reading it; It was a part of Davey, a memory of him. You wouldn't be able to bring yourself to do it. But at the same time, you couldn't take it home; your father would throw a fit.

"I can't take this." You murmured, the conflict inside your mind bleeding out onto your features.

"Keep it. Please. As a... consolation gift for running into that lamppost?" He reasoned.

No, you couldn't just take the paper. This was his job, his livelihood. You couldn't just deprive him of his hard earned wages.

But you wanted to keep it. To remember this day. Because this sort of thing was forbidden and would likely never happen again.

You sighed.

"I'll keep it," You started. Davey sighed in relief.

"But," You continued, "only if you'll let me pay for it." You clarified. He began to protest, but you shushed him, holding your finger up.

"I'm paying you. And that's final." You said emphatically, pulling your prized dime out from your pocket.

You grabbed his hand and pressed the coin into it while he was still trying to process what was happening.

"Are you sure?" He asked in awe, staring at the shiny silver disk sitting in his palm.

"I'm positive." You smiled. You thought you would feel sad giving away your most valuable possession, but at that moment, it felt as if your heart was soaring.

He was off limits, yet he made you feel as though you were actually alive, human, for the first time in your life.

Davey looked up at you, touched.

"Thank you." He murmured. The two of you simply gazed into each others eyes for a moment. Had it been a second? A minute? A year? You couldn't tell.

"Davey! Stop flirtin and start sellin! How would you like it if I talked to Sally all day instead of doin my job?" A small boy said, running in between you and Davey and pushing Davey back.

The larger boy easily resisted the shoves of the younger.

"That's an entirely different matter, Les. You are nine years old and Sally's your" Davey made air quotes, "'girl'. I was just helping this girl. (Y/n) here is... she's... well... erm..."

"Ohhhhh... she ain't your girl? Coulda fooled me. Well, I've gotta go make people pity me so they'll buy my papes! Baiiii!!!" The little boy rushed before sprinting back into the crowd.

Well. He seemed like a little bit of a handful.

"Sorry, my brother— I'd better go make sure he's not causing mayhem. It was very nice to meet you, Miss (Y/n)."

Davey gave you one last sad smile. He quickly turned in the direction his little brother had gone, a worried, paternal look overtaking his features, and began to run after him.

You reacted before your mind had fully processed the situation.

"Wait!" You cried, grabbing his hand. He turned to look back at you, his cheeks the color of the roses you kept on your desk.

He was off limits, yet you wanted to see him again.

"Will you be here again tomorrow?" You whispered, looking up at Davey hopefully. He smiled softly.

"Monday through Friday, as soon as the circulation bell rings."

"I suppose... you wouldn't mind if I were to come talk with you again?" You asked quietly, heart in your throat. Davey's small smile grew into a dazzling grin.

"Not at all, Miss (Y/n)." He murmured to you before slipping away into the crowd after his brother.

He was off limits, but dear goodness, he had you absolutely spellbound.

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