As I heard the familiar soft music which I had grown so familiar with playing from the Television speakers, I let out a squeal of excitement. I wriggled in my blanket with the faces of Ron, Harry, and Hermione designed on it as I watched the first scene where we see Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Hagrid. As the movie played on I continued to narrate my excitement and humorous/humorless comments to the empty house. That is, until Ron entered the picture. As Harry ran through the wall to the platform my pulse rushed at the thought of Ron.

"C'moooon, Ronton!" I chimed, bouncing only an inch from the screen. As he entered I screamed. I giggled all through their conversation. "Ron, you're so cute," "Of course he has the scar, what do you think?" "Ohmigosh they are so cute when they are little!" Naturally, as Hermione entered I booed fervently. But then came the weird part.

As Ron lifted his wand to turn Scabbers yellow, I suddenly wished to be even closer to the T.V., although it was impossible. Then as the words of the spell left Ron's mouth, I could feel some strange force pulling me in. The most peculiar sensation of nothingness surrounded me and just as I noticed that I was no longer sitting in my living room but drifting in a strange oblivion, I was jerked awake.

The usual confusion of first waking up surrounded me. I was unsure of where I was when I realized I had fallen asleep on the couch while watching H.P. 1 last night. That explained why I was sitting up. As I looked around to find a clock and find out what time it was, I almost gasped. I most definitely was not in my living room.