Hi everyone! Yes, I know, Tart updated! It's a miracle! And indeed, this is (finally) the revised version of Living the Harry Potter Dream! Yes, I changed the title. JBrocks' story is still titled 'Living the Harry Potter Dream,' however, so don't get mixed up! Yeah, that's a companion story, for all you newcomers. Oh, and also, her new chapter isn't out yet because she was being lazy and couldn't stay focused for more than two seconds to revise.

Basically, I just fixed a lot of grammar mistakes, added a lot more detail and stuff, and also added a whole lot more plot. Because practically everything was super cringey.

DISCLAIMER: Anything you recognise belongs to J.K. Rowling. Except, of course, if you read the previous version. Then Wil and Vi would also be familiar to you… Oh, you know what I mean!

R&R, and I hope you enjoy!

Here it is. The day it all started.

You peeps from the Wizarding World — you know who I am, right? Victoria Black-Lupin, heroine of the Wizarding World. If you don't know me — well, you've been living under a rock.

It was a late Saturday night, and Wil and I were returning from a friend's birthday party, giggling as we hung up our coats.

Well, more me than her.

"That was so fun!" I said, beaming.

"You would say," said Wil, smirking and rolling her eyes. "I saw you hanging out with Jared — alone, for your information — the whole time."

"Oh, shut up." I blushed, smacking her arm playfully.

We ascended the stairs and entered our bedroom, immediately collapsing on our bunk bed (her the top, me the bottom), tired from the party.

I fingered the bedcovers, still faintly smiling as I thought about the party.

And, while past-me is still thinking about her 'boyfriend' — as Wil so lovingly puts it — to fill in for those few boring minutes, I'll catch you up. Okay, so, first — me.

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Okay, so now that we've got introductions down, let me describe myself to you. I had long, curly, ebony hair that came down to my elbows and turned brown in the sunlight, chocolate brown eyes, and a generally round face. I was short for my age and slightly scrawny, which meant that people often underestimated me. Not a good idea, I tell them. Not a good idea. I'm pretty smart, if I do say so myself, eleven years old, in sixth grade, and, of course, a huge Harry Potter nerd.

My slightly older sister, Willow, A.K.A Wil, had short, black hair that only came down to the middle of her neck, glasses, and was also a big Harry Potter fan. Just not as big as me.

(Nudge, nudge, wink, wink.)

She was also eleven years old. We were twins.

Okay, now that I've got you all caught up on that, let the adventure continue!

Suddenly, from up above my head, Wil gasped.

"Wil," I asked worriedly, looking up at the bottom of her mattress. "What's wrong?"

"Th — the — the — the book!" she stammered. Her finger appeared over the edge, pointing.

I looked in the direction of her finger.

"Oh my gosh," I breathed, my eyes widening.

Our copy of the "Philosopher's Stone" that usually sat at the table in the middle of the room at a place of honor was glowing.

Yes, glowing.

As in, radiating a bright, luminous glow.

And what was more, as we watched, letters peeled themselves off the pages, gracefully taking their places as if in a giant puzzle, leaving the book looking like someone had smeared white-out all over it.

The words read:

Victoria and Willow Ostler - yes, we know who you are. You have been chosen to save us and save our world from its impending doom. Now, you don't have much time. This portal will only stay open for sixty minutes, never to open again. Please, save us. You are our only hope.

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The words burst into flame and disappeared. The book landed back on the table from where it had been hovering in the air and flopped open, lifeless, leaving no sign that anything had even happened.

And, no, this story doesn't feature Wolfstar.

Sorry for the short chapter! How was it? A lot better? A lot worse? Who do you think H is? R&R!