Disclaimer: I do not own HP or anything related to it. JK Rowling does.
A/N: Something I thought up in science class which is where I get most of my inspiration. This girl travels to HP world and meets some interesting people. I'll try to make this as uncliched as possible. And yes I used my own name for the main character. I do that often with OC and original stories. Martina's thoughts are in italics.
Mirror, Mirror
Martina Wilkinson sighed deeply. She was in science class and normally she enjoyed it, but today she was distracted. She had been reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix last night before she went to bed, and she could have sworn the words had changed. They had almost looked like a different language. Martina had blinked and the page went back to normal.
Martina had taken the book to school in hopes it would change back, but it didn't. She loved the supernatural and mysteries so this really intrigued her. She sighed again and pushed her long blonde hair out of her deep blue eyes. She forced herself to concentrate on what the teacher was saying but she couldn't wait to get out of this class as it was her last one of the day. Finally the bell rang and she was free. She hurried to her locker and grabbed her things. She didn't have any homework today for which she was immensely grateful. She waved to a few people as she left.
It was winter but in West Virginia, where she lived, it was just a cold, dreary day. It had not snowed at all. Martina immediately set out for her favorite bookstore, a really old place her grandfather owned. As she walked along, her thoughts turned to her favorite book series, Harry Potter. She had always wanted to be able to do magic but knew that it was impossible. After all, everyone said so. Everyone except her grandfather, that is. He always believed that there were other worlds beyond this one and he always told her to never stop believing. She sighed again. I seem to be doing that a lot, she thought sullenly.
She got to the shop and opened the door. The first thing that greeted her was the smell of the place. She could never quite describe it but there was always a smell of herbs in the air. Her grandfather sold herbs, candles, and other mystical items along with books. She walked along the shelves until she got to the counter. "Hey, Grandpa," she said to the wizened old man behind the counter. "Hello, sweet," Grandpa said, smiling.
"Do you need me to help with anything?" she asked after setting her backpack behind the counter. "A new shipment just came in. Can you go back and review it?" The old man asked, eyes twinkling. "Sure, Grandpa," Martina said, starting back to the end of the store where the storerooms were. She entered the storerooms and started to sift through the boxes. After sorting through a few different boxes, she came across one marked fragile. She opened it carefully and took out several old books and a few candles. At the bottom, Martina found an old mirror wrapped in cloth. She unwrapped it and looked at it. I wonder why Grandpa ordered this.
She flipped it over and stared at the insignia on the back. It was a lion, snake, badger, and eagle on a coat of arms surrounding an H. She gasped when she recognized it. It was the Hogwarts crest. She flipped it back over and stared at the surface. Suddenly, she felt the floor tilt and she was falling forward into the mirror. Before she could stop herself, she was falling through the mirror into who knows where. It felt like eternity but it was only a few seconds before she hit the ground, hard. Taking a few minutes to get her bearings, she looked at the ground. It wasn't solid earth, but a carpet. An amused chuckle came from above her and she looked up sharply. "Who do we have here?"