Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series and all the characters within it belong to J.K. Rowling. I own nothing.

When I was eleven years old, I lost my wand. It's sort of like losing your glasses or your car keys only a thousand times worse. Your wand is the key to your magic. It's what makes it happen. Of course there are wandless spells, but those are awfully hard; impossible when you're an eleven year old.

But I wasn't really worried about the fact that I wouldn't be able to do magic without it; I had only had it for a few days and had never actually done any magic with it except for a swish here or there just to see what would happen. I was worried about how my parents would respond. We were leaving for Hogwarts that very day (it would be my first year), and I had only a few minutes to look for it. I could hear them calling for me downstairs.

"Rosie, time to go!"

"Hurry up Rose, or we're going to be late."

I was so panicked. They were going to kill me if I didn't walk down those steps with my wand. I could already see, in my head, my mother shaking her head in disappointment and hear my father telling me I couldn't go to Hogwarts now and that I would have to live the rest of my life as a muggle. I tore my room apart in desperation to find it but it was simply gone.

There was no way they would ever forgive me for losing it. I knew wands were expensive and my dad wouldn't want to have to buy another one. They would send me away to live in the muggle world all by myself. I would have to walk the streets of muggle London begging strangers for money. I would have to be barefoot all the time and wear thin, ripped clothes even in the winter. Eventually I would die of frostbite or starvation. I would probably be thrown into some mass grave. No one would come to my funeral. My parents wouldn't even miss me. They would probably be happy to just have Hugo.

Eventually they would forget all about me. "Rose who?" they would say, when old friends inquired about me. "Oh you mean that ungrateful little brat who lost her wand? We sent her to live in the streets of muggle London. She was just a no good, rotten little girl. She would have been a terrible witch. Oh but enough about her. Did you hear? Hugo made Head Boy!" (I had a bit of an overactive imagination)

Oh what a horrible future l was destined to have. I contemplated just taking my school trunk and sneaking out the window instead of going downstairs to face my parents. I was sure I could find my way to Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry's house. Maybe they would take me in as a servant…

"Rose! Come on!"

Slowly, I descended the steps with my head hanging and my hands empty. I sighed as I entered the kitchen and had to face them.

"Rosie," my dad said, "what's wrong?"

"I… I can't find my wand…"

My father's smile dropped.

"What do you mean you can't find your wand?" he asked.

I wanted so badly to roll my eyes. I probably would have if I hadn't been so upset.

"I mean I that lost it; I can't find it. It's missing." My dad looked about ready to hit me. His ears were slowly turning red.

"Ronald," my mother said warningly. "Why don't you go out to the car? Rose and I will be out in a minute."

Once my dad had left, with Hugo in tow, my mom smiled at me. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her wand.

"Accio Rose's wand," she said. And sure enough, my wand came flying down the steps and into her hand. I couldn't believe it. It had been as easy as a summoning charm. My mother could obviously see the disbelief on my face. She winked at me and said, "It's amazing what magic can do." She then patted me on the head and walked out to the car.

That was the day I realized just how wonderful magic truly is. But that's really not the point. I bet you're all wondering why I told you this story. Sure, it's sort of funny, the way my thought process worked. And yes, it's nice how my mother got my wand and I understood the power of magic and the greatness of the gift I have. But those aren't the reasons I told you this. I'm just trying to convey the severity of losing my wand. I mean, sure, my mom helped me in the end. But if that Accio wouldn't have worked, my parents would have killed me. And while the consequences that were running through my mind may have been the product of my overactive imagination, the consequences still would have been pretty great. This story is sort of setting you up for something else.

You see, I've lost something else; something perhaps even worse than my wand. The consequences of this are going to be even greater than the consequences of losing my wand. And the disappointment of my parents will be even worse.

I've lost my virginity.

So, what do you think? Feedback please. This was just an idea that popped into my head. It'll probably be fairly light-hearted (I hope) and I've got a pretty good idea of where the story is going.