Found myself in Wonderland

Get back on my feet again.

Is this real?

Is this pretend?

I'm freaking out, where am I now?

Upside down and I can't stop now

Can't stop me now.

Alice, Avril Lavigne

Kira stopped at the edge of the sidewalk waiting for the light to turn green. She shifted the bag from one shoulder to the other. She couldn't suppress a smile as she thought of the day she was having. This day of last year she had moved to Chicago with her parents and started her junior year of high school. She met up with her childhood best friend, Erin, who had moved there years before. She made new friends. She got particularly close to Gabby, Erin, Hannah, and Joey. Last week Joey had asked her out, and she was headed towards their first date.

The light switched to green, and she walked forward.

If she was someone normal, she would have crossed the street without incident. Kira, however, was anything but normal.

Halfway across the street, she heard a mad cackling. Startled, she looked to the left. She only had enough time to squeeze her eyes shut from the blinding light.

The sound of cars was suddenly replaced with the sound of people. I opened my eyes slowly and took in the scene. I seemed to be in the middle of a… train station? I tried to take a step, but realized my hand was clenched to something. Why the heck am I holding a suitcase of some sort? I picked it up (it was rather heavy) and brought it with me into a relatively empty restroom.

I set the trunk down and looked down. I was wearing a light pair of jeans and a gray sweater. Why do I look so small?

I look up into the mirror and let out a squeal. Oh god, I look exactly like I did when I was eleven! I had light brown hair that went to my mid-back, and had dark green-blue eyes. I tenderly reached up to my hair, and the younger me in the mirror did the same.

Why the crap was I 11? I pick up my trunk and walk out of the bathroom, and simultaneously realize several things at once. A red-haired boy and a black-haired boy running into a wall, a plump red haired woman waving them off, and a sign that read Kings Cross Station.

My trunk drops to the floor just as I say in a now British accent,

"Oh fudgenuggets."

After running through the barrier (even though I knew it would work, it took me a bit to convince myself to do it) I stood in front of the infamous Hogwarts Express. I stood in awe for a few moments before being knocked down.

I brushed my hair out of my eyes, and was face to face with Draco Malfoy, who must have fallen on the ground with me. He looked like he was about to say something, but me and my stupid mouth interrupted.

"Holy crow, you're Malfoy." Which caused the boy to smirk.

"I see you're not a muggleborn then." He grabbed my upper arm and pulled me up roughly. "I hope to see you in Slytherin." He then walked off, leaving me standing there with a sore arm and a couple of questions.

What was I exactly? I mean, what family did I belong to in this world? In fact, what family did I belong to in the old world? I could faintly recall certain things, but I could really only remember the names and faces of my friends and family. With a sigh, I realized I couldn't even remember my last name. Strangely enough, I tried to cling to the plotlines of the Harry Potter books. I would need those if I was back in the seven years Harry goes.

I boarded the train and walked past a few doors before I realized that the compartment I pick could affect everything for me for a while. Should I pick the compartment with Malfoy and his goons? Or maybe go safe and stick with Hannah Abott, who I guessed was the girl sitting in the compartment I stopped at. Or maybe, just maybe, I could try and sit with Harry and Ron? It'd be a dangerous year, but why not? I began to look for their compartment, and found Hermione Granger just exiting it.

"Have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost his." She asked me promptly. I realized my mouth was open and quickly shut it. I was talking to Hermione freaking Granger.

"Um, No I haven't. I'm sure it will turn up. I'm, um, Kira. Nice to meet you." I held my hand out, and she took it with a small smile. I hope that's a good sign.

"My name is Hermione Granger. Pleasure. I'll see you at school." She shot me a smile, and walked off to continue the search for Neville's toad.

I stood there in front of the compartment for a moment before opening the door.

Ron and Harry looked up. Ron, obviously thinking I was Hermione, scowled at me. He realized his mistake though, and got rid of it.

"Um, hi. Mind if I sit here?" I asked. Harry nodded and smiled at me. I returned it.

"So, what's your name?" Ron asked.

"Oh, um, I'm Kira. You?"

"Ron Weasley."

"Harry Potter."

I shook their hands, and Ron asked,

"So you're a muggleborn?"

"Why would you think that?"

"You don't know who Harry Potter is."

"Oh, I know who Harry Potter is. I figured enough people stared at him." I said with a shrug, making Ron look down sheepishly.

"So, what house do you think you'll be in?" Harry asked, desperate to change the subject.

"Um… I'm not sure. They're all okay, I guess. Except Slytherin, of course."

We started talking about everything from Quidditch to Hogwarts. Of course, Draco came in the compartment, as did Hermione for a second time. Before I knew it, the train was stopping.

Harry, Ron, and I walked outside. Hogwarts was better than I had imagined. The movies didn't do it justice.

"Firs' Years! Over 'ere!" Hagrid called. I could feel the giant smile on my face. It had finally sunk in. I was going to Hogwarts! With Harry Potter! I could have screamed.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, and I all got on one of the boats. I knew that Hermione wouldn't become friends with Harry and Ron for a while, so I made it a point to talk with her on the boat ride. She really was nice, if she was a bit stuck-up.

As soon as we got off the boats, I got separated from the trio, though, and immediately followed the next familiar face, which happened to be Draco.
After Professor McGonagall gave her speech (which Draco and his goons wouldn't shut up during), she went into the Great Hall and started calling names.

"I saw you on the platform. What's your surname?" Draco said, turning to me. I was about to say Malfoy just to see what would happen, but Professor McGonagall called out,

"Kira Black."

I stood in shock for a minute. I was a Black? Crap. The only way that could be good was if my dad was Sirius. I stood p, and I could see Draco looking at me with understanding. If he's related to me, he must know who my parents are.

I sat down on the stool and felt to hat cover my eyes.

Oh my, I wasn't expecting to see another Black so soon. Oh, you have quite the interesting story. Came from the muggle world, suddenly younger and with magical powers. I bet you are quite confused. As am I, so I can't help you there. Let's see… you dislike hard work, so Hufflepuff won't do… not the brightest student, so Ravenclaw is out… you have too strong of a moral compass to be in Slytherin… Ah, loyal as a dog, brave, and that, my dear, makes you a GRYFFINDOR!

I took the Sorting Hat off and walked to the Gryffindor table with a smile on my face. A couple people who knew the Black family looked at me in shock, and I could almost hear Dumbledore saying, "Another Sirius Black on our hands."

Soon, everyone else was sorted. Harry and Ron had sat across from me at the Gryffindor table while we ate. I had some of the best tasting chicken I've ever had in my life.

When Percy began to show us the way to the common room, it was unbelievable. It was ten times better then the movies. The paintings were, well, moving paint people! I was bouncing with joy.

"Hello Kira. How are you?" Hermione said from behind me. We fell into a conversation about the schoolbooks (even though I hadn't read them. I could pretend.)

After a bit, I closed the curtain around me and snuggled underneath the curtains.

Yah, this was going to be a great year.