a/n: Hey guys! Since the latest story I've got has at least one positive review, follows and favorites I will make another Harry Potter fanfiction, and this time I will be myself. Not Serena, but I will be placed under a pseudonym, but only my last name (meaning, either my friends' names or maybe my cousin's? Idk). Series takes place in 1991, except to this chapter, which takes place in 2013. Takes place in the Philippines, not the US or anything.
I'm just hoping that my friend, ConvertedToZemyx30 does not see this story. I'm hoping. Or else she would annoy me all the time during school. She sits beside me. But I'm not complaining.
I'm getting real sick and tired: Harry Potter *sniff* sadly is not mine. *cries* WHY?!
Prologue
"Sabrina, it's time to wake up," I heard a soft voice say. I grunted and sank my face deeper into the pillow. "You don't want to be late for school, do you?" I groaned and rolled over, the light of the bright fluorescent lamp shining through my eyelids. "What time is it?" I asked groggily. My mother stood by the doorframe, looking through her Blackberry absentmindedly. "What? Oh, it's 5:30*. Hurry up," she said.
I rolled up my sleeves and my pajama pants and wore my flip-flops. I stalked out the door grumpily, wiping my eyes under my square glasses. My sister, Gabby, was already sitting at the table, watching the early morning news. "And so, since the tropical depression has collided with the Inter Tropical Convergence Zone, those in the city, you might want to bring some umbrellas with you on the way to the office," the weatherman said brightly. I got a bowl, the cereal box and milk, and started filling up the bowl with cereal; the milk followed soon after.
My brain was still spinning from last night: I had just finished reading the Deathly Hallows, and I still couldn't believe the series was over. I wanted JK Rowling to desperately write a sequel, but since Voldemort's gone, I guess there's nothing that we could've done.
My friends, Anika and Mariel, were Potterheads as well, and they have finally stopped teasing me about when I could read the books. Honestly though, I would've read it sooner if it wasn't for my grandmother who kept insisting not to buy any yet since my aunt had the complete collection, but she never sent it to us from the US.
I ate quickly, not wanting to be late for when my cousins pick us up for school. I gathered my uniform and my undergarments and sprinted to the bathroom.
"Sab, what are you doing?" Anika asked from across the circular table in the cafeteria that could seat eight. I was concentrating hard on the 5-peso coin in front of me, apart from my pesto. I had my wand ready, and I pointed at the coin. "Wingardium Leviosa!" I said. Nothing happened. Mariel laughed. "Dude, that won't work. It's just a stick—" "No it's not! It could've been a wand, it's straight and thick and. . ." I trailed off hopelessly. My other friend in our group, Gerone, patted my shoulder. "Don't worry. We all had to cope. You'll be better in a couple of years," she said soothingly, a hint of humor in her voice.
I rolled my eyes and twirled my fork around in the pesto idly. My mind swirled: I didn't want to wait that long! I took a bite of the pesto. "Well, at least you guys have wands," I muttered. Anika brightened. "Oh, I could give you my Sirius Black wand! The one I got for my birthday!" Mariel glanced at her disappointedly. "That was a gift! Why would you give it away?" she said angrily. Anika waved the question away. "I already have two: Hermione's and Sirius', so I will give Sirius' to Sabrina. She doesn't have a wand. And she looks ready to burst from happiness."
Indeed I was. I was swelling up in excitement.
"So Anika," Gerone said, "did you see 9GAG yesterday? With Bad Luck Brian?"
"I have a wand, and you don't!" I sang happily. It was after school two days later, and I was still dressed in my uniform. I was too happy to dress. I twirled it around boastfully. My sister, being two years younger than I was, was snatching at it unsuccessfully. "Give it! I wanna see!" she said desperately. I spun it in between my fingers. I pointed it at her. "Levicorpus!" I said amusingly. She snorted. "Fine, just insult me then!" She ran off sulkily.
I grinned at her lack of persistence. I continued to stare at it in wonder until a nagging voice in my head reminded me to do my algebra homework. I moaned. "Oh, why? Couldn't I just have one day to myself and this wand?" I thought. I put the wand in my pocket and put my bag on the table. I unzipped it and rummaged through, looking for my book. Instead, something cool and circular found its way into my hand.
"Hm?" I mumbled curiously, pulling it out. It was connected to a long golden chain, while the object itself were two rings, and in the middle was a little hourglass. I gasped, dropping it. "A Time-turner? What would it be doing in my bag?" I said. I picked it up again and studied it. Anika had a Time-turner. She must've sneaked it into my bag. "Anika, you fox," I said fondly. I put it on and spun the smaller ring with the hourglass around, not counting how many times I did. After many spins and a finished homework later, I was ready to faint until a letter appeared beside me with a pop.
"Huh?" I said tiredly. "Gabby, if this is one of your tricks. . ." I remembered, though dazedly, that I was the only one awake that night. I picked it up, feeling the rough heavy canvas between my fingers. I perked up. Wasn't the Hogwarts letters made of heavy canvas? I thought. I pushed the thought away and opened it, reading it and finding myself dumbfounded.
Dear Ms. Aragon,
I am the Spirit of Time. Unfortunately, the Time-turner you are wearing on your very neck is a real one, and due to you being a Muggle its effects have been delayed until now. You have spun it too many times, and you are to find yourself in 1991. I understand that you are a Believer, so you will stay at Hogwarts for the meantime until 2013 comes round. Since I am kind I will make you eleven again, as the students will find it strange for a fourth year incapable of performing a simple Levitating Charm. You are to find yourself at your current high school once it is 2013 to stop Anika from slipping the Time-turner in your bag. You will still exist, because you will play a very important part, but older. You must go under a different name at Hogwarts. Don't forget. Keep this note.
Spirit of Time
What did this mean?
I shrugged it off; thinking that maybe Anika or Mariel wrote it. But where on earth had they found this paper? And the handwriting definitely didn't look familiar, so I didn't know what to think.
I went to my green-and-pink striped room, picking out a loose shirt and shorts to wear. I removed my long, uniform skirt, my white blouse and my necktie and put it in the clothes basket. I put on the grey, custom-made Hogwarts shirt and the navy blue shorts and went to bed, my wand in my pocket. I was scared that Gabby might've stolen it. I felt a swirling sensation around me, and the next time I woke up, my shirt was crumpled, my wand was still in my pocket, and I was surrounded by people in cloaks with stern looking faces.
So, do you like it? Chapter 1 will be up soon!
*5:30 is somewhat early in the Philippines, so...yeah.
-Jenn xx
