Hey everyone. An idea for a new story came into my head some time ago and it's kind of taken over my life a bit. This is why I've been falling a little behind on my other two stories for Pretty Little Liars and Harry Potter. Since I love these two series I decided to try a crossover. It's not like my other ones where I go based off a specific storyline from the movies, shows or books and add an OC. This is a totally new story combining the two fandoms with the characters from each world.
Everything based off of PLL and HP I do not take credit for.
All of it belongs to authors Sara Shepard and J.K. Rowling. Also the people who made the show/movies, Freeform and Warner Brothers.
Hope you like it and please, please please leave a review, favorite or follow. I would love to know what you guys think of this new story so let me know in a review. It would be most appreciated.
I'm laying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Today my focus has been on practically nothing more than figuring out what I need to do for college. Not that it matters, because I'll never get in at this rate. A is ruining my life with all this stalking that I'm paranoid that maybe he, she, it? Whatever, this person may be behind why I'm not getting accepted into any schools. I can't stay in Rosewood for the rest of my life after everything I've been through. I refuse to be here where that bitch will constantly have me in their grasp that makes me need to put things on hold.
Who is A you ask? I wish I knew. Some crazy lunatic that likes to play with people's lives because it's a game to them. Last year during our junior year of high school it was Mona Vanderwaal. Dork turned popular girl, turned psychopath. She tormented me and three of my closest friends all year for the sake of having fun. But this school year? We have no idea.
I take a deep breath, trying to think about anything else but A. Like my boyfriend Ezra Fitz, the man I've been in love with for the last year and a half of my life. I think about his amazing piercing blue eyes, his silky wavy brown hair. The way he kisses me gently and his soft lips make my heart jump. The feeling of his soft hands grazing my skin when he touches me. Just thinking about it makes me get goosebumps.
The visual relaxes me and I close my eyes for a much needed nap. But then they shoot open when a POP! sound swarms my ears, making me bolt up in panic.
I look at my door, confusion filling me. What was that? I think to myself.
I always think twice about investigating anything with a suspicious noise because of A. So walking over to open my door is not an option as I don't get up from my bed, my heart racing as I think of the worst.
"Whoa." a deep voice that sounds British says from behind my closed door. "Wicked headrush."
"I agree." now it's a girl's voice, same accent that answers him. "It may have been fixed to be more advanced, but it's definitely quicker than I remember."
"Bloody hell." another guy's voice says now. "This is a nice looking home."
My breath gets caught in my throat, people are inside my house. Did A finally get a group to come and kill me?
"Did we make it?" the first guy asks.
"Well, we did aim to be taken to where he grabs her." the girl says.
"And you think it's here?" the other boy asks.
"I don't know, but we have to make sure it doesn't happen again." the girl answers.
"Are we really ready for this?" the second boy asks. "Being able to change our lives in an instant."
"We have to be." the girl tells him, "Finding her before they do will make a huge difference in both worlds. Europe is getting worse in our time, imagine how much worse it is in this time."
I reach over to grab my phone from my nightstand. But I go too fast and accidentally hit my hand against the edge.
"Then let's take…" the first boy starts, but then he stops. "Did you hear that?"
I grit my teeth in pain, trying not to scream out as I go slower to get my phone.
"Let's get out of here." the second guy tells them, "I don't want be exposed to random Muggles before we figure out where she is."
Before I can call anyone another POP! comes again, making me jump out of my skin and then no more talking. Nothing at all as it's completely silent now.
What the hell? I think to myself, staring open mouthed at the door. They're gone?
I finally get the courage after a minute of sitting here in confusion to get out of my bed and walk to my door. I count to five and then slowly open it up.
"Mike?" I whisper for my brother.
I get the door fully open now and walk out into the hallway, staring around to see no one out here. Then footsteps from downstairs and the door slams.
"Dad!"
"Down here." I hear his voice.
I walk out of my room and run down the steps at full speed. When I get to the bottom I almost trip on the last step, catching my footing so I won't topple forward. My dad is standing at the door, pulling off his jacket.
He stares at me, a little concern comes to his face. "What's wrong?"
"Someone was in the house."
His eyebrows raise, then slant in confusion. "What?"
"They were standing outside my door. Three people with British accents."
He slightly smiles, "Did someone fall asleep and have a wild dream again?"
"What?" I ask confused as I shake my head, "No. I never went to sleep."
His face goes slack, "How long ago did they leave?"
"Like two minutes ago."
He shakes his head, "Aria. I've been in the car for a few minutes. No one came in or out of this house."
"But…"
"You probably did fall asleep. Dreams can seem real."
I shake my head, "Dad, I didn't."
He puts a face as if trying not to freak out, "I'll take a look around and see if anything's missing."
"Do you believe me?"
He nods, "I do." he puts his hand onto my shoulder, "Stay here. Okay?"
I half smile and nod.
He walks away, but I can't help but feel that he thinks I'm nuts. Then again, maybe I am. A has me so screwed up that I could have imagined it, maybe I did dream it up. I mean, British robbers? How likely is that in this town. Not to mention, where did they go? They disappeared out of thin air after being out my door seconds before.