Hello fellow harry potter fanfiction lovers! So, I've decided to try my hand at writing a story after reading so many of yours. I would love to know what you think, so please review! –LC


It was just like any other day in September of the year 2010. I woke up and did my normal morning routine. I'll spare you those details. Any who, after I went back to my room, I laid on my bed and started applying for jobs like those just out of high school usually do.

Like what always happens, I got bored and started reading Harry Potter Fan Fiction. While reading I came across a spell I didn't know and hadn't heard in any of the books or movies, so I read it out loud. I sounded it out and after a few tries it finally sounded like I might have it right. The spell was Praeterire, which after research found that it meant past. It had me confused on how it fit into the story, but I shrugged it off and continued with only eating breaks in between reading.

By the time I was finished it was eleven o'clock at night, so with a yawn I shut down my computer and climbed into bed to watch some television before falling asleep.

Once I was asleep, I suddenly felt like I was falling. Usually when I have a falling dream I wake up in my room and quickly fall back asleep. This time though, I awoke to a stone ceiling and the sound of thunder outside. Sitting up, I looked around and gasped. All the walls were real stone and it was dark in the room because of it being stormy outside. The bed I was in was my own and there were framed pictures on the walls, but the weird thing was that the people in them were whispering to each other and sneaking glances at me. I pinched myself really hard to see if I was just dreaming. A whispered "ouch" fell from my lips. It wasn't a dream and I, a muggle, was somewhere I always wanted to be.

A little over a month ago on my birthday, I had actually wished I could be a witch or something amazingly unreal like that. To actually have that wish come true is beyond belief.

Looking around again, I saw that my dresser from my house was in the room and that a small black kitten was curled up on the pillow next to the one I had just been sleeping on. Leaning over I ran a couple fingers over its fur and upon hearing a bell looked into the green eyes of the kitten before a silver object that was hanging from the creature's neck caught my eye. Reaching out towards it, I smiled as I read the word written there, Maliki.

Leaning down I whispered the name to the kitten and was rewarded with a purr and a rub of its head against my face. Smiling, I went to get up from the bed when suddenly the door was hastily opened and a woman, who looked to be in her mid thirties with brown hair and green eyes, gasped as she saw me. "You're awake!" She exclaimed before rushing to the bed and feeling my forehead. She looked slightly familiar but at the same time did not.

Before I could ask her who she was, the women introduced herself as Minerva McGonagall. It then clicked and I stared at her unable to speak. She cleared her throat and looked at me expectantly. She wanted me to introduce myself. "Christina Alertas." I whispered shyly. I couldn't believe I was actually meeting her. "It is a pleasure to meet you. It was very surprising to have you show up here of all places." She told me with a smile before she patted my hand and looked over at the cat. "He has been here since just before you arrived. He wouldn't go near anyone. Then you showed up and when I tried to get him to eat he hissed and curled closer to you." McGonagall told me with a chuckle. "Looks like you have yourself a familiar." She told me before standing from the spot she had sat on my bed and looked at me. "Do you know where you are dear?" She asked me. I nodded and cleared my throat. "Yes professor, I'm at Hogwarts. Though, I haven't slightest idea where." I told her looking around the room with a chuckle.

"You are in the Ravenclaw head girl's room." She explained to me as a gasp escaped me. McGonagall looked at me curiously before she told me to get dressed and to come out of the room when I was done. As I nodded, unable to put together a single sentence, she left and the door gave a soft click behind her. Falling onto my bed, I looked over at Maliki before busting out in giggles. This was the best thing to ever happen to me. An eighteen year old muggle from America was getting the chance to experience the legendary Hogwarts!