Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The only character I own is me. OR my OC/me.
I went to the beach that day. I had just finished The Prisoner of Azkaban and was going to do my little "ceremony" to decide which book to read. My tote bag had all seven Harry Potter books in it and the wand I had gotten at Leavesdon Studios. The sun was just going down as I made it to the shore.
I put The Prisoner of Azkaban in the bag, whipped out my wand, said "Accio!" and touched one book, at random, with my wand. I pulled it out. The Order of the Phoenix. My favorite. Just as I settled down on the white sand to read the first chapter, I saw a gleam on the shore. I went and got it, then settled back down near my towel to look at it.
It was a sort of hourglass. It reminded me of a Time Turner. I decided to try it out. I tapped the top of the Time Turner. It twisted a little, but it appeared to be jammed. I took out my wand, rapped it with my wand, recited "Wingardium Leviosa!" and half expected to see it levitate (I'm like seven years old when it comes to magical power hopes). The Time Turner shattered instead. I held it up on the chain, and the sand leaking out of it fell onto me, in my eyes, everywhere. I grabbed for my tote bag (hey, there were like 70$ in that thing!) and was whirled away in a blur of white.
"Tote bag, I don't think were in Florida anymore," I muttered as I was flying.
A/N: Yep, time travel fic where I (or the cooler, witter, awesomer, version of me) am sent somewhere in the Harry Potter universe. Where? When? 10 points to whoever guesses correctly in the reviews. Put down your house, and I'll keep track.
P.S. I'm juggling two fanfics right now, but one may be scrapped (you know what, yeah I think it will be) so I won't be perfect on timing and stuff.
HOUSE POINTS:
GRYFFINDOR: 0
RAVENCLAW: 5 ('Cuz Ravenclaws' my HOMIES!)
SLYTHERIN: 0
HUFFLEPUFF: 0
Thanks, and keep on, um, er, keep on doing something! Otherwise you'd be dead (my normal self. See why I want to be cooler?)