A/N: This is just a short story about what would happen if my sister and her friend met the Harry Potter universe. (Some dialogue will be written in Norwegian. With translations, of course.) I know it's short, but it's rather late and I wanted to get started. Y'all can expect longer chapters later (if my muses permit).
"Anne, hvor er vi? Jeg er redd." (Anne, where are we? I'm scared.) A short girl looks around worriedly, glancing at her friend. They are standing in the middle of a meadow, and trees encompass them on all sides.
"Jeg er ikke redd." (Well, I'm not scared!) She sounds like she's trying to convince herself. Why she'd want to keep it a secret, I don't know, for who wouldn't be scared in a situation such as this? But she's a proud girl, not willing to admit weakness.
The two girls look around, wondering how they got where they are. Anne, who loves to read mystery books, decides that this is the perfect opportunity to explore. Malin, the other girl, isn't as sure, but follows reluctantly.
A bird sings. A breeze whispers. A creek joins the song. An owl hoots. The forest is awake and happy, but its visitors are not. No, the usually boisterous girls are quiet, subconsciously sensing danger. It appears they do have a survival instinct after all.
The leavers rattle ahead, and a figure comes into view. The shorter girl turned towards the taller blonde. "Jeg vet hvor vi er! Vi må være i skogen i Twilight og det må være Edward. Ser du ikke at han ligner?" (I know where we are! We must be in the forest in Twilight and that person has to be Edward. Doesn't he look like him?)
"Hvis det er det så må vi komme oss vekk herfra. Jeg har ikke lyst å bli spist av en vampyr!" (If it is, we'd better get out of here. I'd rather not be eaten by a vampire!) But it was too late. The person had already seen them.