Ello! TooManyHobbiesToList123 here. We all know we wanted this to happen to us. This isn't Mary Sue, but the experience of a girl who thought she was Muggle, but hoped she was a witch. Takes place with 3rd generation.
Prologue
Katrina Fernessi had read all the Harry Potter books. She knew his entire tale, backwards and forwards. If you asked, she could easily quote the books, and scenes from the movies. She could even recall small details from specific moments. She knew all the lines!
Yep. She was a hardcore fan.
But she knew it wasn't real. It was just a story.
Alright, she could live with that.
True, she did dream about playing Quidditch, drinking tea with Hagrid, using the Room of Requirement and going to Hogsmead. But when she woke up it was right back to reality. And in reality, the closest she could get to playing Quidditch was Muggle Quidditch. On the ground.
Sometimes though, she'd try stepping away from reality and you could find her waving her 'wand' or brewing a potion. Hoping, that maybe, just maybe, some of it was real.
But...If it wasn't real, why is it, that a week before her eleventh birthday, she received a letter?
A letter, made of thick parchment. Written in green ink, and with the Hogwarts crest on it? Was it a prank by her older sister?
Or was it the real deal?
This kind of stuff only happened in stories...The world of authors unleashing their creativity. Not...in reality.
It just wasn't possible.
Was it?
Prologue, will continue in due time. Please review :)