Chapter 1
"ROSALINDA ELIZABETH PATRICKS! GET YOUR BUTT HERE NOW!" my mom shouted from the kitchen. I sighed and started walking down the hall to my supposed doom. I knew what this was about. I practically flunked my spanish test. A-. Not good enough. Never good enough. As I walk into the kitchen I saw my mother holding up my test paper with the large A- on it.
"Rosalinda I thought we discussed this. You are to get A's not A-'s."
I sighed, "I really tried but I had so many chores to do so it was hard to study."
I closed my eyes. I knew what was coming next. I made it sound like it was her fault, giving me too many chores. I felt a sharp slap and a burning sensation started to spread through my left cheek. "I do this because I want to prepare you for the future. You need to know what it is like to cook and clean if you ever want to live. God knows that you can't actually get a job," She chuckled at that knowing that no one would ever higher me. "All the hope you have is to marry to a husband and produce plenty of children to his content. You better pray that they turn out better than you. And make sure that they don't kill themselves because they can't bear you. We would not want a repeat of what happened to your father" My father committed suicide about a month before my mom found out she was pregnant. She was two months pregnant with Mimi when she found out so she was about one month pregnant. She always blamed me. That I was the one the made him do this; because I was a failure.
Shaking myself out as she walked from the kitchen, I headed back to my room. Correction, my corner. I had four rooms in my house. My moms bedroom that is the size of an average office, my sister bedroom about the size of a bathroom, the small bathroom, the kitchen which was tiny, and the living room. You could fit maybe 2 king sized beds in there. I stay in the corner of the living room. I sleep on the couch and my stuff is in the corner. My stuff contains 4 outfits, 2 sleepwear choices, and books. Lots and lots of books. Mainly Harry Potter books.
I washed my face of a few tears. I knew that it was useless. She won't ever love me but that still hurts that she can hardly bare to look at me. I looked up at the clock. "Oh shit!" It was 3:12. I had to pick Mimi up from the bus stop at 3:15. The stop was 6 blocks away. I race towards the door, jam the shoes onto my feet and ran out the door, sprinting towards the stop.
I got there right as the doors to the bus were opening. Out came my 6 year old little sister, Mimi. "Hey, how was school today?" I greeted her.
"Oh, it was great. I painted, and practiced my letters, and umm… oh yeah, I did take aways! And, and during recess, on the monkey bars, you know the one behind the yellow slide, yeah that one, I, uh…uh… played with my new friend Timty,"
"You mean Timothy?" I corrected her.
"Yeah! Well we was playing and, and uh, Lyla, you know her? Well she came over and insulted Sprinkle-Unicorn-Cupcake-Puppy-Dog! She said that she wasn't a real horse just imaginary! Just because she can't see thing doesn't mean that she isn't real. And then Lyla, um, Lyla, yeah she said that she had a real pony that was better that Sprinkle-Unicorn-Cupcake-Puppy-Dog! She said it right in front of her. I had to cover her ears but then Lyla said that it was ri-red-ridonkeylous that it wouldn't do anything because my horsey can't hear because she is pretend. She said that I was a liar. But Sprinkle-Unicorn-Cupcake-Puppy-Dog is real. You believe me, right? You know that I amin't a liar!"
"I know," I consoled her. We were almost home by this point. Just about two blocks away. I was relieved. I hated being outside in this area. Our neighborhood isn't the safest. I heard a shriek come from Mimi. I turned around and couldn't find her. I tripped over her Harry Potter book that I put in her backpack. I told her that I would read it to her soon. I must have read that series at least 4 times. I love this series.
I look up and sprint down the street hoping that I'm not to late. Mimi was the only thing I loved in this world. She was the only thing that loves me too. That's why I read so much. I liked to go into another world. I heard another ear-splitting scream and raced down the street. I heard whimpers in the backyard of one of the houses.
I climbed the fence and the sight that I saw terrified me. I saw Mimi, bloody and lying on the ground half-naked. I know what must have happened. I scream her name. Suddenly, the scream died on my lips as I feel something hit me on the back of the head. I felt myself falling.
The thing is, I didn't stop. My feet found ground again some how and I felt myself push someone over just as I heard the words "Avada Kedavra!" I was a green light fly past me. I looked up and saw that I was in a big black room that was filled with people. The thing is, all of the people looked familiar. They were the characters from Harry Potter. Not the Actors, The characters. The fighting paused for a moment as everyone looked to see what just happened.
"Bloody Hell!" Ron and I whispered at the same time. From the looks of the place and everyone, this was the battle at the department of mysteries in the end of the Order of the Phoenix. I must have stopped Sirius from getting killed. I must have just changed the story. Damn! But that was the least of my worries.
I was here.
At the department of mysteries.
I was stuck in Harry Potter.