Summary: Alana Lire is given a strange amulet by a dark stranger. When the amulet colides with a pile of her favorite books her world, and the books are changed forever. The stories combine and she is launched into that world, but she doesn't remember anything from before. As she regaines her memory Alana finds nothing is as it should be.
Hello everyone, Thanks for reading, I hope you like my short little prologue. Leave comments, feedback, and ideas if you like, hey I'm flexible. I know where it's going, It's getting there that will be fun. I'll try to post the first real chapter by this weekend.
Disclamer: I do not own anything... for this chapter I don't own "Harry Potter" or the "Twilight" trillogy... so ya... don't give me credit for them or else. So enjoy...
"Top story, in a small neighborhood north of Pleasanton a small two story house disappeared at three o'clock this morning. Neighbors report having seen a bright blinding white light fill the sky. When it faded the house is reported to have disappeared from the site. Mr. and Mrs. Lire, who returned early from their honeymoon in Timberwood Heights upon hearing the news, morn their missing daughter, Alana Lire, who was believed to be home at the time of the disappearance. More next as Dan Alkaloid investigates the scene."
Alana awoke abruptly to a rhythmic pulsing beep. Her glassy blue eyes slowly opened bringing with it the bright light of the morning sun reflecting off the even whiter walls. There were odd instruments set up on a small table beside her. Fighting to a sitting position, she felt the pull of something under her skin causing a dull pain. The rhythmic pulsing increased in speed as she fought to remember where she is and how she got here. As she began pulling tubes from her arms a stout woman dressed in a white dress with a white cap atop her short cropped clean brown hair, gently entered the room and placed a hand over hers.
"Now my dear, lets not go removing these just yet."
The woman carefully pushed Alana back against the bed and began looking at some charts. Her voice was high pitched and nasally. Alana pressed her palm to her forehead hoping to release some pressure by pushing it out, no luck.
"Where am I?"
Not looking up from the charts the woman replied, "Why St Mungo's, love. You gave everyone quite a scare. If it hadn't been for that owl, we would never have found you."
"Owl?" By habit Alana brushed her fingers through her light strawberry blond hair, felt the pull of the tubes in her arm, then let her arm relax back on the bed. What's going on? She attempted to sit up again causing the woman to look back up.
"Do you not remember dear? Well it's been all over the "Daily Prophet." Very Reminiscent of the last time, if you know what I mean…" The woman continued to talk. Alana just wanted her to shut up and get to the point. Her voice was like nails on the chalkboard of her brain.
"Well anyway, the doctor will be in to see you shortly, he'll be glad to hear that you're awake. We actually had bets going, mine was that you would die, but I stand corrected." She actually chuckled, "Although, you probably don't want to hear all this right now do you? I suppose I should be getting on, but I really must say…" Salvation came as the door opened revealing an angel, in the form of a pale, tall, muscular man clad in white robes.
"That will be all Debby, You should go check on the patient in room twelve, they seem to need a someone to talk to them."
Debby smiled dreamily and reluctantly left, glancing back at the two of us in the room. He brushed his blond hair back, looked down at the chart, and then up at Alana.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Cullen."
He took a seat next to her bed and smiled warmly.
"It's nice to see your awake, You've been in a coma for about a week now. Can you recall what happened?"
Alana looked at her hands then quickly back up as she realized she didn't remember a thing.
"I… No...Well… I … Oh God!" Grabbing her forehead she attempted to bring forth any memory from her life. This couldn't be real! She felt his surprisingly cold had press against her shoulder.
"It will be fine, I promise. Your mind is very jumbled after the accident. We have pieced together that your name is Alana Lire, but we can't find your family or collect much of your life. We believe your memories will come back to you as they do in most patience with amnesia, but it will take time." He paused and looked her over with pity. "We have put together a few options for you. You were found by the owl delivering your Hogwarts letter with your book list; you can always stay here of course. But we believe being around other people your age, and those that know you, will help rehabilitate you, and we will check in, of course."
"What about my family?" She saw his golden eyes drop to the floor.
"We haven't been able to find any record of your family. This whole situation is… well… unheard of." He glanced back up, "I really am sorry."
Thoughts were swirling though her mind, no family, the gravity of the situation pushed her back to the bed… Hogwarts, Cullen, Owl, this was all so familiar to her, but so different.
"You don't have to decide now…" He got up to leave. "I will give you some time, call when you've made up your mind."
"WAIT… I…" her voice cracked, and a strange anticipation filled her. "I think I will be going to Hogwarts."