Prologue
Ok…time has literally stopped. The milk the bully was about to pour down the back of my shirt is frozen in mid-air, the holder of the carton having a smug expression frozen to his face. I would be able to tell you if the others' have noticed it too but I can't. Why? Time hasn't stopped for me. I'm still moving.
I stand up, throwing my backpack onto my shoulder. The blasted thing practically knocked me onto the floor. Inside I had all five Harry Potter books…in hard cover. Not to mention a nice five hours worth of homework and 5 textbooks to bat. I poke the milk that is just sitting motionlessly in the air. It was solid and it hurt at the corners.
And, as if things couldn't get any weirder for me, a whirl of colors rushed past me right then. My school cafeteria is no longer in my sight and I am filled with a blackness lit only by zipping colors in the shade of neon. It's kinda cool to look at if you knew what was going on or where you were going if it was taking you anywhere…which I didn't know the answer to either. By the looks of it, it would seem that I was moving at a very quick and fast pace but my hair and clothes make no sign that air is rushing past and I don't feel any of such motion. I close my eyes for a second, waiting for it to stop and I am knocked to the ground very harshly, my backpack almost squashing me in the process.
I open my eyes. Where I expect to see my school cafeteria lays two huge wooden doors. I look around the room. It's huge. I could fit my whole townhouse in it it's so big. For the first time the sound of people chattering and many clanking of plates reach my ears. That sounds like a lot of people. I open the big doors and the sight that I see shocks me frozen.
"Sarah!" A voice shouts. I have no time to speak a single syllable before I feel hands clutching at my throat, choking me. I look up to see a raven-haired boy with big round glasses. A lightening scar marks his furled forehead. I cringe. He is definitely angry, you could see it in his expression.
"YOU ALMOST KILLED HERMIONE!" He shouts at me. I'm choking still…bet I'm blue. I probably would have suffocated if it weren't for Dumbledore, or at least it looked like Dumbledore, calling Harry Potter off with a flick of his wand. Someone comes by my side.
"Sarah…we thought you were dead…are you ok?" The boy asks. I look at him. I nod as I pick up my backpack. Everybody starts murmuring as I stand up. Things dreadful like 'the murderer has returned' or 'Look at that sleaze...Does she really think that clueless look will work?' I gulp. Somehow, the fact that my name is Allison and not Sarah; won't help me at all. In fact…it seems that it was to be a very worse idea.