(A/N) I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! Just Rebecca and the vortex…

This is my first fanfiction ever in the history of EVERNESS!

I hope you enjoy it!

WARNING! SPOLIERS MAY BE SPOTTED!

The Closet Vortex

Chapter 1

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Rebecca Hill closed Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince for the third time that year with a snap. She let out a deep sigh before climbing out of the big fluffy chair. Becca (as her friends called her) walked over to her mirror and gazed at her reflection. Her hazel eyes were bright even though she had deep bags hanging under them. Her auburn hair was flying all over the place in different directions. Taking her hairbrush, she brushed out the knots and pulled it back into a messy bun. Sighing again, Becca flopped down on her bed.

Why did it have to end? She thought to herself. All through the book, she was hanging on the edge wanting to know more. Why did Snape kill Dumbledore? Why isn't Harry going back? Why, oh why, oh why? Becca couldn't even begin to imagine the seventh and final Harry Potter book, but she was craving the day that it will finally be released.

Becca rolled over onto her back before sitting up and looking at the clock. Her eyes became wide in shock. The green numbers on the digital cook read 12:56. IT'S ALMOST ONE IN THE MORNING! She couldn't believe it; she had read the whole book all day. Tomorrow was Monday and she had school and worse… A HUGH ALGEBRA TEST! Groaning, she flipped over the covers and pulled herself under. Why is there a math test so early in the year? Great, just what she needed; a flunking grade in math. This was not going to go well. School just begun too. Stupid math teacher.

The next morning, Becca found herself running through the halls trying to make the first period bell. She plowed down fellow students who were also heading to class. As Becca fell to her seat, the bell started to ring.

"Okay students!" Mr. Bell called from his desk. "I hope you had a nice long weekend! Oh, and by the way… happy birthday day Rebecca." The rest of the class chanted happy birthday to her as she smacked her head a few times. She had totally forgotten it was her birthday. How could she have been so copped up in Harry Potter to forget her 13th birthday? Something was definitely not right with this picture.

She continued to smack herself silly until her best friend Anne made her stop.

"Come on… you're going to give yourself brain damage if you don't stop." Good old Anne. She always knew what to do. Pulling back a loose strand of red hair, Anne pulled out a long white box with a huge blue ribbon on top. Looking over to Mr. Bell to see what he was doing, she handed the box to Becca.

"Happy Birthday Becca. Don't open it yet. I want to watch you, but I need to write this down." Anne turned her back slightly and wrote the date, August 31, on her notebook paper. Rebecca looked down at the box running her finger through the silky blue ribbon. Shaking the box a bit, she heard a little clink.

"Okay," Anna said turning towards her again, "Open it!"

Becca pulled of the lid and gasped. Inside was a silver necklace with a silver charm in the shape of a lighting bolt. Becca looked up to see a huge grin spread across her face.

"Now you have a Harry Potter thing to take with you everywhere."

"Oh my god Anne. I love it! I am never going to take this off." Taking the light, silver necklace in her fingers she pulled it around her neck to clap it, letting it drop. It hung perfectly. Becca could not help but run her hand over the charm, feeling every corner and curve it made.

"Thank you so much."

"It's your big 1 3. You deserve it." Her eyes twinkled at Becca before turning back to Mr. Bell.

The math test came and went. Becca was sure that she failed it, but she hoped that she could somehow make the points up… somehow.

By the end of the day, Becca could not wait until she got home. She was ready for cake, ice cream, more presents, and her personal favorite… watching the Harry Potter movies. Ohhh… she just could not get enough of him. She often joked with Anne that these books often made her depressed. How come there couldn't be a "Harry" in their school? It would be AWESOME! They could be like his best friends! It would be sweet. All the boys in her 7th grade class were so annoying and disrespectful to girls. Always saying that males "are the superior gender." And females "just need to stay and bake them cookies." This had always gotten onto the nerves of Becca and Anne.

At home, Becca was greeted by a whole big stack of presents from her family. She began to tare through them find lots of different things. To her very surprise, her parents gave her a blue and green cell phone. Becca also got more books, jewelry, clothes and to her very delight, a Gryffindor Scarf. It was amazing. The wool was so fine and soft against her skin. To her, it felt like air.

After a huge piece of cake with fudge-swirl ice cream, Becca thanked her parents and gathered all the gifts into her arms, then headed up stairs.

Placing the stuff on her bed, She began to organize everything she got into place. Becca grabbed her new chestnut colored blazer and brought it over to her closet putting it on the hanger. Rebecca was just about to shut the door when something caught her eye. Pulling back her clothes, a simmering silver hole that looked like it had no defiant sides, stood at the back of the closet. The silver "thing" looked big enough for her to crouch through. Becca reached out hoping to figure out what it was. She stuck her hand into it feeling nothing but air. As she was about to draw her out, she hit something. Something that was solid. Something that felt a bit like wood. Pulling her hand out quickly, she gazed at the door, curiosity creeping over her. Examining her hand for any sign of disfiguration, she slowly made her way through the silver haze ending up in the last place she would expect.

Ok! That is my first chapter. What did you think? I know its kind of short, but I do believe its still good. If you find a problem with it in anyway, let me know! In the mean time, REPLY!