A/N: Decided to start of a Fanfiction with my sister at the start, basically I wanted to do some S.I. in the future and thought to start off hard and it will be easy later on, my sister was excited for the idea and gave me all the details she wanted in her character, much to be figured out *mumble mumble*

Here we are with my story, fake name for sis by the way.

Prologue: Pitfalls in Pages

Surprised is a common thing in life, surprised by a balloon popping next to you, surprised by a party planned for you, surprised that your favourite celebrity got kicked off his/her show,

But those are everyday things; it is hardly anything to get worked up about.

And then we find ourselves in those long running surprises that seek to mess with you at every corner you turn,

Thriller films with demons that jump everywhere, that annoying brother that somehow gets you every time at Halloween, the prices at the supermarket which rise and fall every day.

But you get over that as well, all those things pass after the moment and cease being particularly interesting.

And that's when I come in,

It all started when my brother was bawling at full pitch for one of his numerous toys he lost, and when I had lost rock-paper-scissors with my older brother, I had to look for it.

Should have chosen paper,

To say my brother was messy would be unfair, to messy people, at least they clear a space to set something up or sit down, little brother seems to layer them on top of each other, Mum and Dad seem to have given up trying to tell him to stop.

As I made my way into the room, I saw with disgust that all my Harry Potter books were piled up messily on his bedside cabinet, with traces of jam dotting on the covers.

I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Pamela Joy, my little brother is Jake and my big brother is Darren, to describe myself, I have petite figure and long curly brown hair with greenish blue eyes my favourite colour is orange, and if I'm honest I'm a bit of a tomboy, wearing skirts and dresses had never been on my priority, apart from my choice of clothes, I have okay looks girl-wise, not drop dead gorgeous but I'm still a bit of a looker, I bet I will have a body to die for when I get older, my age is twelve by the way.

Back to the story, I was making my way through the toxic waste on the floor when I accidently tripped on a rocking horse, I heard numerous things fall behind me which gave me the indication that I set off some elaborate Ruberg machine made of junk, I sighed heavily and continued my search for…

…

God dammit, I forgot to ask what I was searching for in the first place, I slightly turned in place and carefully made my way back to the door, grumbling on the way, I was so focused on my inner rambling that I didn't pay too much attention to where my feet was going, enough to step over a bright yellow duck, a book with pages that are a normal white, not so much.

I stepped on one of my Harry Potter books that had been one of the things that fell to the ground; I looked at my foot and hated it enough to briefly consider amputation, I am a die-hard HP fan by the way, and does anyone thing that Hermione would have been a better girl for Harry? Just thinking.

My inner thoughts prevented me from noticing something opening slowly under my foot, it was not until I felt the sudden pull of gravity did I yell out as I fell through the floor.

And then everything went black.

I woke up in a black void; it was like all those space movies in Star Trek without all the stars or planets, it was just a stretching space of black yet it was not dark because I could still see myself clearly,

And then I started making out slight shapes, and eventually a figure started moving towards me.

He was dressed in a black cloak that his every piece of his skin covered, he seemed to be gliding towards me in an eerie way, his face lifted and I suddenly screamed,

He had no face,

There was just space inside his hood, and I felt a lump in my throat as he brought out a long scythe,

"WAIT! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!" as clichéd as it may be, I was desperate,

He then did the last thing I expected him to do, he chuckled,

He then erupted in full blown laughter, that echoed throughout the dark landscape, I didn't laughing could be so scary,

He then stopped suddenly and turned his head towards me and said in a throaty deep voice, "You are never too young to die, put that's not why you're here"

Before I could get over him talking without a mouth, he continued,

"I have taken you from your world to have you do a favour for me"

"I want you to find my Deathly Hallows"

The Deathly Hallows? I'm sure I heard that before…

…

"Are you kidding?! That's from Harry Potter you lunatic!" I shouted at him,

"Do you really want to piss off a guy with a scythe?" he deadpanned to me,

I looked at the sharp blade for a second before he continued,

"Harry Potter is far more than just a simple story book"

"Yeah, they made movies about it as well" I tried to joke,

He 'glared' at me for a second and I smartly decided to shut up,

"All dimensions throughout the universe are connected in one way or another, Harry Potter in your realm may be a fictional character, but in another, he is the hero of the light, who cheated me several times I may add" he said in a resentful voice,

It took a few seconds to process that,

"But why me? Can't you get someone like, Attila the Conqueror or something?"

He then gave me a strange 'look',

"That's Attila the Hun you nitwit"

"Hey, history isn't my strong point"

"Anyway, why choose a stubborn barbarian with no brains, than a little girl who can blend into Hogwarts, stay close to Harry Potter to find them, and won't go back home until you do"

I looked at him in horror,

"WHAT! I like Harry Potter and all, but I won't be able to get the Deathly Hallows until, like, book 7!"

"Not my problem"

"Ngh! A-a-a-uhhhhhhh" I uttered,

"Great, I broke her"

I then recovered said, "What about my family, I can't leave them, and I'm too old for Hogwarts anyway, so HA!"

Despite my exclamation, Death faked a yawn,

"Your realm shall be frozen, and I'll adjust your age and blah blah blah"

"But th-the books have already ended so I can't be at the start anyway!" I shouted desperately,

"If I can freeze time your dimension, why can't I turn back time in the other, I'm Death after all" he slouched back in an invisible chair like my excuses didn't faze him, which was probably true.

"If you're so powerful, why can't you get them yourself?!" I say,

He seemed to be slightly angry now, "Unfortunately, when I had given them to the brothers, the contract of death to living came into play, when an immortal had given something of great power to mortal, they cannot intervene further with the object, so now that the Hallows are in mortal hands, I can't touch them"

I was confused now, "Can't you like, appear thousands of years later to a point when they aren't in anyone's possession?"

"What was not mentioned in the books was that after the Dark Lord Voldemort was defeated, all three Hallows were locked in an ancient vault and became forever property to the Goblins, which are still mortals despite their long lifespans" he said patiently, he then looked at me, expecting another objection,

I thought very hard about the reasons not to go, but then thought, why not?

I have the chance to be in one of my favourite book series, meet Harry Potter, my mum won't worry, and I maybe can even make sure deaths won't happen to some of my favourite characters.

"NO ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

I jumped as Death then jumped forward and glared at me with full intensity,

"The Brothers had cheated me once! I won't have some scatter-brained girl do the same thing!"

"Hey! Reading my mind is very creepy you know!"

"And tell me why I shouldn't just drop you and find another person!"

I then realised something about how he said the words,

"I'm not the first person am I?"

He cringed slightly and said, "I don't know what you mean"

"I'm not am I?" I asked with a grin, "I bet you did all of this with other people and the moment they thought they could save people, you sent them back"

His silence was my positive answer,

"You are the last person in this world I can ask" he admitted reluctantly, "What is with you mortals and saving lives, give me a reason why I should let you at all!"

I thought on this and came up with an answer,

"Consider it as payment"

He tilted his head to the side, "Payment?"

"I will get your Hallows, without question, and you let me mess with the storyline a little, no question, and so we're both happy, you get your Hallows, and I get my way along the story, so?"

He slouched back in his invisible chair, occasionally tilted his head side to side considering it, he then sighed,

"Okay then, but no questioning why you have to do it okay?" he looked back at me, "I suppose you're wondering how your exactly going to fit into the world and- stop that, it's immature!"

I was doing the happy dance in my head that I had convinced Death, I did what he said and waited patiently,

"Good, anyway, long story short, you are going to be the Granddaughter of Mrs Figg who lives on Privet Drive, you're parents died by Death Eater resistance and you now live with her, about magic, you will be given it by me"

"Can I have something special?" I asked excitedly,

He tilted his head again, "I gave you may blessing to do what you would with this realm and gave you magical powers, what more do you want?"

I thought on this, "Can I do what the House-Elves do and Apparate and Disapperate anywhere I want? And can I learn it instantly before anyone else?"

He nodded, "Fine, I suppose that would be useful in the future, anything else?"

"Uhhhhhhh, not sure, can I get another power in the middle of my journey?"

He sighed, "Fine, but only one new one per year, starting at when you start Hogwarts, and that's it"

I felt thrilled at the prospect, but then I realised something,

"Wait… if I'm going to be younger, does that mean I have to start puberty again?"

If it were possible, Death would have a smug look on his face, "Maaaaaaaaybe"

But before I could protest, I felt a sudden tug on my leg,

"Good luck Pamela, I enjoy all possible time you have as a six year old"

"WHAT!"

I then felt myself swirl down the black landscape, I couldn't even tell the difference of the black world and the back of my eye lids, when my eyes closed to pass out.

I woke up, I was standing on my feet however and looked in front of me, there was two coffins, both adorned with multi-coloured roses and two pictures, a man and a woman in front of me,

I heard whispers of 'she's so young' and 'who's going to take care of her?' behind me,

Why did the cloaked moron have to put me here, at a funeral no less?

"If anyone's the moron it's you"

I jumped out of my skin, at least I thought I should have, but my body didn't move,

"I locked down your body; people would look at you strangely if you suddenly jumped like cricket in a frying pan, I'm talking in your mind before you ask"

I felt my muscles unlock,

"But seriously, why here, can't you have put me in Figg's house or something?" I thought to him,

"Taking people from their realm is easy enough, simply take their soul and leave the body behind, and before you ask, no you aren't dead in your realm,"

"Okay," I thought with relief, "continue"

"As I said, taking it is easy enough, placing it elsewhere is entirely different, so I had to find an outlet for you to be, so a funeral was the best place because it corresponds to my element, basically, a portal"

"I see…" I then looked around and there in funeral clothing like everyone else, was Mrs Figg,

"So here's my new life then, primary's going to be a breeze"

"I have full teasing rights if you get one question wrong"

I groaned inside my head, this was going to be one long temporary life.

I made my way to my new guardian.

After all of the technical stuff was done, like proof of relation and adoption papers, I went with Mrs Figg into her car and to her house,

The street was just like how I saw in the films, all normal looking, I looked behind me and saw the Dursley's house, and I permitted myself to stick my tongue at it.

As we went inside I was bombarded with the smell of old woman and cats, I have to get used to this I suppose.

As if on cue, the phone rang as we went in, Mrs Figg went to get it at the side corridor,

"Yes?" I heard murmuring from the other side of the line, "Of course Petunia, I suppose I can look after him…yes it's no bother…indeed, when will he come by…now? Of course then, I'll see you again when? ...Next week? No that's fine, have a good holiday"

She put the phone down, and looked at me, "Git's don't even give a damn about him, makes your blood boil in a way when The Boy-Who-Lived is regarded as little more than trash by his only relatives"

I only silently nodded with widening eyes, anyone else here would think because the famous Harry Potter was coming by, to me it was because I never saw this side of Mrs Figg before,

I heard knocking on the door and turned my head towards it, it was still open and I felt my breath catch as I looked at my long term hero out of the book,

He looked six years old, which is technically my age right now, he had a baggy pair of trousers and jumper at least four sizes too big for him, glasses that had been repaired once too often with tape, his bowl cut hair was perched messily on top of his head and his deep green eyes looked at me with shy curiosity,

"H-hello" he stuttered to me,

"H-hello" I repeated back, he was in front of me, Harry James Potter was in front of me, and talking to me,

"Someone has a crush"

"Shut up Dork Death"

A/N: Okay, to start with, any suggestions are welcome, but it all is up to my sister and me at what actually comes through, and I will see how this goes.

And also, my sister was quite vocal at not having a relationship with anyone in the story, despite Death's comment just now, so not much hope in that.