I was reading my favorite Harry Potter book. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I was coming to the part when Harry saw Bellatrix Lestrange in the department of mysteries.

I had read tons of fan fiction on her and looked at tons of fan art. I had been her for Halloween last year. This year I would be Luna Lovegood. I loved to be transported to J.K Rowling's magical world and forget my somewhat boring 'muggle world'. I put my book in my bag and started for home.

As I was approaching my house, I saw a quarter in the driveway. I picked it up quickly and turned it over in my hands. I threw it up in the air making a bet with myself. Heads, and I would go to the Harry Potter world. Tails and I would take out the trash for my dad.

I knew it was stupid but sometimes I would make a bet with myself and if I won the bet I would somehow dissaperate to the Harry Potter world. It hadn't worked yet, but maybe the twentieth time was the charm.

The coin clattered on the cement. I looked down. Heads. I smiled sadly. But the smile slid off my face in an instant. I felt like I was being squeezed tightly, the air was hard to breath and my head felt very light. Kind of like when you blow up a bunch of balloons.

Then it was all over, I fell to the ground gasping. I felt different now, not like I was myself. I stood up shakily. I was in a different place now. What just happened? I was standing in a marsh, and my feet were getting wet. The hem of my dress was getting muddy I pulled it up.

Wait a second; I wasn't wearing a dress when I left my house. I looked up at the rest of my body. I was wearing a skin tight dress that flowed out at the hem. The dress was elegant and pretty much screamed power. I brushed my hair out of my face. Wait another second; my hair was cut just above the shoulders. The hair on my head was thick and with long black curls.

I grasped my bag and felt for my little pocket mirror. I clutched it and opened the top. I looked at my reflection. The eyes staring back at me were not my own. They were a striking blue gray color.

My skin was flawless with no freckles under my eyes. My lips were full and a light pink. I was beautiful.

I recognized my new face. It was impossible not to. Any Harry Potter fan would know immediately. I was Bellatrix Lestrange. I wasn't exactly like Helena Bonham Carter in the film. I was a younger version, perhaps 11 or 12 years old.

I didn't know what to feel. On one hand felt giddy because I looked like Bellatrix. On the other hand I had no idea where I was.

I looked at the contents of my bad, the only thing that had not changed. I had a few photos, a couple of pens and pencils, my pocket mirror, sunglasses, hair ties and a brush, spare change, a thin jacket, and my harry potter book.

Right next to the bag was that shiny quarter. I hesitated, but slid that into my bag. You never know, it could help me somehow. I looked at my surroundings; there was a tall building in the distance. It actually looked kind of lopsided, like it was an illusion.

I took a step towards it, hoping to find help. My foot brushed what I thought was a stick, but under closer speculation I recognized it, I picked it up immediately. It was a wand. A magic, harry potter, ultra-awesome wand.

Did this mean I was in the Harry Potter book? Did this mean… I was a witch? I shouldn't get my hopes up just yet. It took all my willpower not to squeal with joy.

I curled my fingers around the wand. My wand. I could practically feel the power surging through it. Maybe I should try a spell.

"Lumos." I said quietly. My voice surprised me, it was an English accent. I was from Texas, not England? I was so confused.

But a small light protruded from the end of my wand. I laughed in my joy. I could do magic!

With more confidence I started off towards the strange house in the distance. When I was a few feet away from the door, I stopped.

If I was in the Harry Potter book, and I looked like Bellatrix Lestrange…

I would be put in prison. I was a wanted killer, I tortured people for fun. The horror of her character hit me like a ton of bricks. I read the name plate on the door. Weaslys.

Maybe they wouldn't recognize me. I was a younger version of Bellatrix, after all. I pulled the hair brush from my bag and tried to straighten the curls. I needed to look innocent, so I put my hair in pig tails like a young child. I put the sunglasses on and the thin jacket. I examined my reflection.

It wasn't the best look, but it might give me enough time to explain myself before they would call the ministry on me. I took a deep breath and lifted my hand to knock.

"Oy, I told you Fred. I saw a girl by the pond." Said a voice.

I turned around slowly. If this was who I thought they were…

Behind me were the Weasly twins. The Weasly Twins! I bit my lip so I wouldn't run over and tackle them. Fred was still alive! And George had his ear. They both looked young, my age. Maybe 10 or 11.

I guess this was proof I wasn't in Texas anymore.

One of the boys groaned and handed his twin some money. I didn't say anything, I was still in shock.

The both looked at me, "Uh, girl?" I must have been looking at them strangely.

"Uh, sorry. I'm here to um, see… Dumbledore. Yah, that's right" I told them with uncertainty. He might be able to help me.

"The headmaster….at Hogwarts?" one twin started and the other one finished.

I nodded. The twin on the right said, "My names George, and this is my brother Fred."

I studied George's face for a second, trying to pick out differences from Fred's face. There were more freckles on George's face, I noticed. He seemed more serious than Fred also.

But, there was the possibility that they were messing with me. I had to make sure. "You—I pointed at 'George' are George?" I asked skeptically.

It was still so odd listening to my new voice. 'George' smiled playfully, "Why would we trick you?"

I snorted, why wouldn't the Weasly twins trick me? "Oh, I don't know. Maybe you want me to think that you're George when you're really Fred, and you want me to be all confused." I said airily.

They weren't smiling any more. "How do you know that we do that?" 'Fred' asked seriously.

I bit my cheek, I tasted blood. Oops. What do I say now? They were waiting for an answer, it was clear.

"Errr…. I umm…. I am …..a seer?" I tried.

"Prove it." They said in chorus.

Hmmm. I had to be careful now. I knew that they would someday want to open a joke shop. But was that there dream at this time?

Eh, might as well try it. "You want to open a joke shop when you graduate school." I tried to keep all nervousness out of my voice. It seemed to work, because they looked satisfied.

"Wicked. Say something else." Said the twin who I thought Fred was.

"Um, you have a little brother named Ron."

"Man, you really are a seer." 'Fred' said.

"So, are you really George?" I asked the twin on the right.

He smiled, "Yes. I wasn't fooling."

I held out my hand, "It's nice to meet you George; I hope we can become friends?" I asked quietly. It would be so cool if was friends with a Weasly twin.

He smiled big, "Anyone who can tell the future is a friend in my book."

My eyes lit up and I hugged him. I couldn't help it.

Fred tapped me on the shoulder, "Hey, what about me? Don't ya wanna be my friend too?"

My eyes were ready to bug out of my head. What would my friends say when I told them Fred Weasly wanted to be my friend? My smile faded. If I saw them again.

Fred 's own smile faded, "Do you?" He asked.

I gave him an incredulous look, "Of course I do." I gave him an equally as good hug as George.

Suddenly Fred pushed me and George. We fell in a heap on the ground.

"You pushed me." I said disbelievingly. Fred just laughed. George whispered in my ear, "Just wait, I'll get 'em back." George's idea of getting him back was yanking his ankle so he toppled over too.

"Owww." I moaned as Fred's elbow hit me in the stomach.

"Sorry." He grinned sheepishly.

Suddenly the front door flew open and an angry Mrs. Weasly stepped out.

"WHAT IN MERLINS NAME IS GOING ON HERE?" She shouted when she saw us on the ground in a tangle.

Well, how'd you like the first part? This was just an idea I had. I am actually sick in bed, so I had time to write it down. Does Mrs. Weasly come on to strong?