On The Other Side of Reality
Chapter One: The Door
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series.
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I don't know why it happened to me. Many others are out there doing it, but only I can actually achieve the ultimate dream of the written word.
My name is Amelia.
What have I done? I have made it through the chasm of reality and make- believe. I have made fact from fiction.
How did I do it? I wrote.
I discovered about a year ago that writing could take you to places better than reading could, and I believed that if you mastered the art of words you could make them into portals that lead to those beautiful, private places. I wrote more and more, all the while thinking of this ludicrous dream.
I discovered fanfiction and Harry Potter. I had a bond with these characters better than that of my own family. I needed to be with them. Especially Sirius Black, whose pain and suffering led me to fall deep in love with him.
One day, I could stand the longing no more. The pain of being a writer was so intense that I cried for hours, trying to think of something to write. I looked at the paper, and let my tears fall upon it, praying for an idea. That's what did it.
I began to fall. Darkness and light passed me. I thought I had died.
How very alive I was.
Chapter One: The Door
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series.
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I don't know why it happened to me. Many others are out there doing it, but only I can actually achieve the ultimate dream of the written word.
My name is Amelia.
What have I done? I have made it through the chasm of reality and make- believe. I have made fact from fiction.
How did I do it? I wrote.
I discovered about a year ago that writing could take you to places better than reading could, and I believed that if you mastered the art of words you could make them into portals that lead to those beautiful, private places. I wrote more and more, all the while thinking of this ludicrous dream.
I discovered fanfiction and Harry Potter. I had a bond with these characters better than that of my own family. I needed to be with them. Especially Sirius Black, whose pain and suffering led me to fall deep in love with him.
One day, I could stand the longing no more. The pain of being a writer was so intense that I cried for hours, trying to think of something to write. I looked at the paper, and let my tears fall upon it, praying for an idea. That's what did it.
I began to fall. Darkness and light passed me. I thought I had died.
How very alive I was.