A/N: Hey there guys. If I think of anything to say I'll save that till the end. So here we go.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but I do own Claire Stones! Yay!

Claire Stones glared at nothing in particular. Her mother had just taken away her beloved laptop. She was searching the web for images of Daniel Radcliffe when her mom barged in and went on about her being on the computer too much. So…now it was gone and she was bored. She considered watching one of the Harry Potter movies, but seeing as though she had already memorized them, she decided not to.

She trudged up the stairs and into her room. Sitting on her bed, she stared at what she called the "obsession desk". It was a desk underneath a large bulletin board covered in every thing she obsessed over: Harry Potter, Harry Potter, and Harry Potter. There was a Harry Potter fan book; Harry Potter drawings; the Harry Potter books were under the chair; Quidditch Through-Out the Ages; a Harry Potter poster; a cloak; an old fashioned cauldron; potions she invented; a model of Hermione's wand; Harry Potter valentine day cards, and much, much more.

But in the corner was her most prized possession: a black and white photo of Harry, Ron and Hermione signed by Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, and Emma Watson. How she got it was a long story. Staring at the ceiling, she began to dose off.

She was standing in a crowd of people. The floor beneath her feet was some kind of stone. Everyone was cheering, for something, but though she knew they spoke her native tongue, she could not for the life of her figure out what they were saying. She looked up and saw standing there the one person who made her life livable: the one and only Harry Potter. He seemed to spot her standing among the crowd who she suddenly understood were cheering his name. He walked over to her smiled silently. And suddenly, she was wrapped in his arms, a warm blush on her cheeks. "Thanks Claire."

Claire sat up.

"Claire! Claire Stones!"

Claire looked out her window to see her friend, Eve Woods waving franticly at her. Claire had met Eve when she was in sixth grade and Eve was in eighth. She was the only friend she had. They had grown up together and knew each other so well that they could finish each other's sentences. Claire was about to start her first year of high school and Eve was a Junior.

"Hey, Eve! I'll be right out."

Once out of sight from Eve, Claire did a small victory jig at the fact she was saved from boredom and raced down the stairs. Jumping the last step, she came face to face with her mother.

"Where do you think you are going?" she asked.

"Eve's here." Claire shrugged, trying to get past her mom.

"And did I say that you can go?" her mom demanded.

Claire sighed and rolled her eyes, taking a step away from her so she could look her in the eyes.

"Fine. Oh, mother! Dearest and sweet mother! May I please go with Eve?" she said, sarcasm practically dripping off of her words. Her mom put her finger to her cheek as if thinking.

"Well, do you deserve it?"

"Mom!"

"All right. Fine."

Claire raced past her mom and threw the door open. Eve stood there, looking rather impatient. A motorcycle was in the driveway. Eve rolled her eyes when Claire came racing out the door.

"Finally." said Eve, tossing Claire a helmet.

Claire caught the helmet, and put her leather jacket on over her pink shirt. Hopping onto the back seat of the motorcycle, she asked:

"Where are we going?"

"Oh, you'll see. I had the weirdest dream last night that I was eleven again." She punctuated her statement with a hearty laugh. "Wouldn't be so cool?"

"I suppose so. Hey, we would be old enough for our first year at Hogwarts!" she exclaimed, laughing.

Eve just smiled and turned the throttle. They pulled out onto the street and Eve did a wheelie. Claire was now used to this kind of stuff and didn't scream, witch clearly disappointed Eve. After several confusing road routes, they came to the exit to Kings Cross station. Claire had been there many times to go and see her dad. And as you probably guessed, she had tried to run between platforms 9 and 10 and ended up in the hospital with a broken arm and wrist.

They walked into the station and stood in the middle of the lobby. Eve led the way and pulled two pink tickets.

"Are we running away?" Claire asked. Eve smiled.

"Close your eyes."

Claire rolled her eyes before closing them and grabbing Eve's arm so she didn't trip and die. She herd many noises, the announcement of a train boarding, people chatting about subjects too boring to catch her attention. And then they stopped.

"Are you ready?" Eve asked.

"For what?"

Eve seemed to take that as a "yes," for she started walking again. And fast. Claire felt them go through something. There was really no other way to explain it. It was an extremly unsettling feeling.

They were greeted with a bunch of noise.

"Okay, open your eyes…"

A/N: I am very bad at writing, I know. Please review. Thanks.

Zillac