Hi, all! This is Hemespara, shoutin out to all you peoples!! : D

Hehe~ But anyway- this is just a crack story involving Harry Potter that my friend Hito and I are writing. Every other chapter is done by the other- in this case, I get first chapter! And she'll write chapter two, and so forth~~

(Disclaimer) I do not own or have possession over any of J.K. Rowling's characters, the plot, or the crack. A pity, I know.

But anywayz~ Enjoy and review, plz!! :D

Chapter One

Heme

Life was something that 17 year old Hemespara had most often taken lightly. She had never been one for being too concerned with her future- whether it had to do with actually perusing it, or piecing it together. Though, lately, she was trying to change her priorities, and actually start to think about what lied ahead of her. But whether or not it was working half the time could be questioned.

Hemespara was what she called, 'short', standing at 5'4. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and clear blue eyes; her skin fair. When most would glance at the teen, they would probably sense an air of joy-though she acted much too hyper at times for her own good. However, what most didn't see behind the happy brunette was the intense feeling of self-rejection. For as long as Heme could remember, she'd never been one for self-confidence or belief. She could never figure out why she suddenly decided this, but it has always stuck to her like a large cancer causing tumor.

Her single, hard working mother had always encouraged her to start trying to have confidence in herself-but Heme was determined that it was impossible. For, no matter how much she tried, she could never really convince herself that she was of any good. For, she believed herself to be bad- even if there was no real reason for it.

Though, despite this, her actual daily life was much brighter than that of her inner turmoil. Even when her mother wasn't one of the 'richer individuals', Heme knew that it couldn't be helped; albeit she sometimes wanted things that were considered 'out of range'. She learned to live with it though. Making both hers and her mother's lives much easier.

But, unlike most normal girls her age, who were obsessed with either boys, make up, or sex- she was instead obsessed with anime and of worlds not of this. Whenever she escaped into its endless realms of fiction, she was at one of her most happiest. Yes, she was almost always happy in the real world, with her mother, and family-but it wasn't the same. In this place, anything could happen; and she was safe. Where, in the real world, she could be hurt by others, and feel bad about herself. But not here. Not in these wondrous realms.

Nevertheless- she couldn't deny that this world was not real; and so could never happen. Not in a million years…

But, one day, as she was walking around in her back yard, staring up at the rapidly darkening sky, she suddenly got a strange feeling in the back of her stomach, much like a sick sensation. She sometimes felt this when she thinking about what life could be if everything was like that of a book or an anime. It was…quite depressing at times.

She felt warm tears begin to collect in the sides of her blue eyes. But no tears fell. She forced herself long ago to stop crying over something like this. So, instead, she balled her fists, keeping her emotions in. That's when, unfortunately, she must have tripped on either her own feet or a tuff of grass, but all in all, she began to tumble forward. Heme only had time to mutter a surprised "Oh shi-!" when she fell straight into a small puddle of water collected in the grass where it had rained just previously that day. She managed to catch herself on her hands and knees, but her hands still connected with the water.

But, instead of causing a huge splash, wetting both Heme and her clothes, they was nothing. No splash, no water everywhere; just dryness. Heme looked down in shock, convinced that she was just seeing things-but no, she was not. For, instead of seeing her pale hands two inches deep in water, she saw that her hands were indeed quite dry. The water itself was drawn away from each hand, leaving a dry ring around her hands.

Heme stared down dumbly for a moment, her mind caught off guard by this sudden incidence. Finally, she withdrew her hands, slowly standing up right. The water immediately sloshed back into place, making it seem as if it had never been disturbed. Heme blinked once. Twice. And a third time.

"W….Whoa…" she muttered, bringing her hands up and glaring down at them in wonder. How the-…Did I just do that...? she thought.

All was silent as the brunette stood there- that is, until an almost silent flutter of wings sounded to Heme's right, causing her to jump, and turn. There, perched on the top of the fence that surrounded the pasture behind her house, staring directly at her with its large golden eyes, was a large, light brown and white owl. Heme gaped. An owl?! What were the chances of that?!

But, probably what caught her attention the most (besides the fact that a large owl was staring her down not two feet from where she stood) was the cream colored envelope that was clutched safely in its small black beak. Not wanting to scary it away, Heme slowly took a small step forward. The owl didn't budge.

But, now that she actually looked, she noticed that there was writing on the front of the letter. There, in green, soft cursive, were the words, "Miss Hemespara".

"For…me?" she asked out loud, staring wide-eyed at the letter. That's when the bird decided to move- it cocked its head to one side, eyeing her smoothly. What, did it want her to take it? Figuring that it wouldn't cause that much harm to take a letter addressed to herself (but by an owl..?), right? So, she slowly extended her hand, and took the letter from the owl's beak.

Flipping it over in her hand, Heme carefully opened it, and removed the folded up letter inside. Her eyes skimmed the writing. "You are hereby accepted into Hogwarts School or Witchcraft and Wizardry".

…….Wait, WHAT? Witchcraft? Wizardry? That…that stuff wasn't real!! But…there was a sharp feeling in her gut and chest telling her that it was indeed very real. And, for once, she was going to go with her gut feeling. Why, though, she did not know.

Thus, a sigh escaped her as she folded the letter back into its original shape.

"How on earth am I supposed to explain this to mom……"