Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters therein. I do however own my self and this is my tale:

A/N: Okay so it's not a true story of course I know that, but you'd be surprised how many people think that I am delusional. Okay so they might be a tiny bit right. Umm this is my 3rd or 4th attempt at a fanfic. I don't generally get the audience I want but hey I like to write. If you like the story though suggests it to friends please!

My story: I'm a muggle girl in a magic world.

I always liked Harry Potter I guess. I'm not saying I had an unhealthy obsession. I mean I read them. My little sister was WAY into them and so they were always around my house. I never knew the significance of them.

You hear it all them time someone picks up a book and gets lost in it, well that has a whole new meaning to me now. It all started the day I graduated from high school. What a happy day. As a gift my mother gave me a round trip, all expense paid, parent-free trip to Europe. I would begin in London the very next day after my flight got in. I packed and left the states within hours. It was a long flight I was so tired and when I got to my flat I just crashed. That night was my last normal night.

The very next day I was to get on to Platform 8 to get to my aunts house where I was to receive my money for the next few months. I am sorry to say I didn't make it to Aunt Augusta's that day. Instead I got lost in a very different world. I was waiting at Kings Cross for my train to arrive and I saw a group of people most of them younger than me, but not by much traveling in long black cloaks and yellow and grey ties. I thought to myself "Man, some of these Harry Potter geeks are really weird!"

I wish I could say I put them out of my mind and continued to wait for my train, but I was curious about the life of Harry Potter geeks, or as I call them Potter-Heads. I am not proud of the fact that I followed them but I am being honest and I did. They didn't have to go far only to the middle of Platform 9 and 10. Expected that, I did, but still my eyes were glued to them, and I continued to watch. They gathered in a tight group and conversed amongst themselves.

Then I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched one of them proceed to walk up to the barrier and touch their finger to their nose and say nitwit, oddment, blubber, tweak! That's odd I thought and I started to laugh. Unfortunately my uncontrollably loud laugh caught their attention and they looked around to see its maker. I grabbed the nearest book and pretended to be buried in it. When I was sure they weren't looking I looked again, but their seemed to be one less than before. And then I saw the reason why. As I glanced at them once more one of them stood by the barrier, touched their nose and said the words I found so hilarious before, then before my very eyes she vanished as if in to thin air. I couldn't believe it. It was a trick of the eye, but soon I could no longer believe this untrue fact as one by one the rest proceeded to do the same and vanish. After they all had gone where ever they were I went to the barrier my self.

I examined it with great interest a passerby might have thought I was Looney. I was sure they were playing a trick. Something these fans do to feel like they are having a good time, but sure as my name is Samantha the barrier was solid and the people I saw earlier we as gone as my chances of getting on my train on time.

"What if I….?" I thought. "Well I couldn't hurt could it?" I stood at the front of the barrier just as the Potter-Heads had done and said in almost a whisper.

"Nitwit, Oddment, Blubber, Tweak"

I squinted my eyes nothing seemed to happen I could still see the people walking by. I opened my eyes completely and then I realized I could see different types of people. They all looked like Potter-Heads. I turned around and saw a massive train. People were looking at me weird. I realized I still had the book I hid behind earlier; oddly enough it was Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone. I hid it away and looked around a bit. People were still looking at me as if no one could be stranger. I realized I was the only one in normal clothes, or at least normal to me. It looked as if this was the norm for them no one looked excited as one would expect at a Harry Potter convention or Party, which was my only explanation. Then a tall man in a blackish-grey cloak stopped in front of me.

"First time on the platform eh?" He said.

"I umm I…"

"Obviously a first year, but you look too old." He replied to my mumblings

"What…I umm…"

"I bet you experimented with an ageing potion eh?" He chuckled. "Don't worry I won't alert the misuse office" He bellowed as he continued on chuckling all the way,

I was so confused I wanted to ask someone to pinch me, but everyone was already looking at me weird. I thought it best to get on the train. I seemed to be in a big, but crowded room that only contained the train and all of these people. When I got on the train there were compartments on either side of me all up and down the train. I hurried to the back slid in and sat down in the corner. I was alone at last to think. Where was I? Where was I headed? I didn't get to ponder very long as a girl with long blonde hair opened the door and stuck her head in.

"This is empty enough" she said dreamily "Mind if I sit?"

I managed to form two words together. "Umm yeah"

She dragged in a large trunk and plopped it on the shelf and sat down. Silence filled the room again, but I couldn't think. I kept staring at the girl as if she held all the answers and she did;

"What house are you in?" she asked,

"House?"

"You must be a first year, but you look too old. Must be the Ziwobes they got you huh?"

"I umm… No"

"Oh so what house are you in then?'

"Listen" I said "Maybe you can help me I don't know where I am I just followed some people and now I think I am dreaming."

"You're a m-m-muggle?"

"A what?"

"You are that answers it. You need to get off the train now hur--" but the train began to go and I was sucked in for good.

"You'll have to alert the Capitan when we reach Hogwarts"

"Hogwarts? Wait I know about this. It's all fiction though Its all made it all up of course. I must be dreaming!"

"You're not! The Author is a witch! Oh and she got in trouble with the ministry too putting all that secret stuff in those books of hers"

"They're true?" I said as I pulled out the book from my bag.

"Mostly" she said, "Not all of it though."

"What did she write wrong?"

"Well you saw one thing. Remember how you got onto the platform? She had to write that differently to avoid, well people like you getting onto the platform. It was good you see, the ministry had their reasons for allowing her to publish. Firstly people don't look strangely at us in Kings Cross. They just think were obsessed fans, except for you though. I suppose they will do a memory charm on you"

"No!"

"But you're a Muggle!"

"Please no! Don't let them if there at all what I read about in these (I held up the book) I don't want to go near them."

"Well okay umm you can come with me, pretend to be a student, I figure out what to do when we got to Hogwarts. I'm Luna by the way Luna Lovegood."

"Hi I'm Sammy… Luna? You're in the books!"

"Yeah but I'm not as weird as I am written. I mean I am sort of, butits exxagerated a bit"

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"Wow!"

"Hew! Here are some robes; you look about a 7th year. That's what I am too you could get by."

I couldn't believe what was happening to me. It was real? What happened? Is Harry Potter real? I changed into the robes and accompanied Luna on to the horseless drawn carriages and still wondered too confused to ask yet. What was going to happen to me? What in the books is reality and what was simply fiction.

A/N: hope ulike it