It was the foggiest of foggy days when our story starts on this fine foggy day. Lord Voldemort sat in a chair by the fogged up window, staring outside (though you couldn’t see much since it was foggy). From in his chair, he could vaguely make out the shadowing forms of great mountains through the fog.

Little did the scary guy know that he was not alone; well not yet anyway, for two stories down through the mist and the fog, stood a girl of about thirteen. She stood on the rickety porch of the tall building. She pushed back a few strands of dark brown hair and sighed. But not the type of sigh you expect from a girl in such a gloomy place; no, this was a quite content sigh, one like a cat gives when he lies in the sun on a warm summer day. But then, our character is not a cat now is she?

Anyway, our girl is dressed in a long red robe with black clothes underneath. She rose her hand and knocked twice – though loudly – on the large green painted door. She stood with her arms crossed, waiting impatiently for the door to be answered. At long last, the door swung open – all on it’s own, mind you – and she walked in, the heels of her shoes echoing in the cavernous and dusty room before her. She looked around with curiosity for a moment, before spying the large dusty staircase.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she raced up the stairs, brushing the dust of the railing as she slid her hand along it. The staircase was long, but she quickly scaled it while running. She hopped onto the landing and looked around at the dark hallways. Although it was mid-day, it was quite hard to see because outside it was so foggy. She smiled with a malicious tone to it and walked quickly down the hallway to her right.

The walls were filled with old paintings of things like hot dogs and pink elephants, which only struck her more the curiouser because they did not move or talk. But this of course, she thought to herself, was for such paintings made by muggles whose crude from of art was not magiked to life.

At long last, she came to the room that she had sought out; a large black painted door with a sign nailed it that said,

She smiled and without even knocking, swung the door open and jumped in.

"Oiiiii Voldiiiiie!" she yelled shrilly, causing Voldemort in his chair across the room to jump and fall on the floor. He looked up in shock at the girl who smiled down at him with a superior look on her face.

"Guess WHAT?"

Voldemort rubbed the side of his head in aggravation, "What?"

"You’re going to spend the whole day with me!" said the girl.

"Um…who are you…"

"Oh, I’m Rhea, and I have a really embarrassing picture of you in the morning. Your hair looks so funny in the morning, and your cute little ducky pajamas! And even your fuzzy pink bunny slippers!" she waved the picture in front of Voldemort’s face.

"Where did…" Voldemort grabbed the picture and ripped it into little bits. "Now go away creepy little girl!"

"Ha, like that was my only copy, I still have the negatives!" she said crossing her arms. "And if you don’t spend the entire day with me, I’ll show that picture to EVERYBODY! And I’ll post it on the Internet and in the Daily Prophet and…"

Voldemort shook his hand in her face, "Okay, okay, I get the point!" he stared at her for a long moment, "You wouldn’t by any chance want to tell me where you put the negatives do you?" he asked sweetly.

"What do you think I am? Stupid!?" yelled Rhea.

Voldemort mumbled something inaudible under his breath.

"What?"

"I said…um…where are we going to go?" he put on his most convincing – or cheesy depending on how you look at it – smile.

"First? Diagon Ally!" said Rhea. "We’re gonna go shopping! Then Hogsmeade and an amusement park too!"

"Oh boy," grumbled Voldemort, "I’d better bring some aspirin…"

"Actually," said Rhea glancing at her watch, "we have just enough time to stop and get some corn dogs! Do you have any Floo powder?"

"Um…yes, but there’s no fireplace near a corn dog stand!"

"Ah! But there is the modern version!" she smiled evilly.

A man wearing a hat shaped like a mustard drenched hot dog whistled and turned took two hot dogs out of the oven that was built into his cart and turned it off. It was sunny and the birds were chirping in the nearby trees this fine day in the park.

The man handed the hot dogs to two young girls who gave him their money and skipped off happily together. The man turned adjust the umbrella that cast a shadow over the stand, shielding him from the sun.

Suddenly the oven door pushed over and a girl’s brown haired head emerged. She looked around, blinking in the light before. Luckily the oven’s top faced skyward, and was rather large so as when she stood the sides came to about her waist.

"A bit more cramped than a fireplace, but it got us here quick," she said climbing out of the oven and dropping down on the sidewalk. "Come on Voldie!"

Another person climbed out of the oven next, grumbling about what a waste of a day it was going to be. Voldemort just landed on the ground when the hot dog guy turned around and saw them standing there.

"Hi! Can we have two corn dogs with no ketchup or mustard?" she said.

"Sure," answered the man opening the cart and pulling out two corn dogs. "Here you go!"

"Thanks!" said Rhea, handing the man a few galleons and walked away leaving him confused. Voldemort looked skeptically at the corn dog, which was slightly burnt on the end.

"Are you sure this is okay to eat?" asked Voldemort.

"Oh sure," said Rhea taking a large bite of her own. "They’re great!"

Voldemort cast Rhea an apprehensive look and tossed the corn dog over his shoulder while she wasn’t looking.

"Okay, now let’s head over to the leaky cauldron and get into Diagon Ally," Rhea looked in her pockets, "I’m almost out of money too so we’ll need to stop by Gringotts."

Voldemort glared at Rhea as they walked through the back in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron.