Hello everybody! I just want to say, that I am not a native speaker, so please excuse some hopefully tiny mistakes! I´d love to have a beta to read this through, so if anybody is interested, please contact me!

So, now to my story. I hope you like it. I know there are a lot time travel and godnesslike heroes who know everything and do everything right, but this story is not like this! I just wanted to play around a little bit with all those characters who made an appereance in the Harry Potter Universe, which all belongs to JKR!, only my characters and some additonal bits and pieces coming from my mind! Everything that is written in italic are Annas thoughts! Well without further ado, please read and enjoy Anna´s journey...

Dear Readers! This story happened to me many years ago. Since I kept diaries in that time, I was able to write down this story out of these bits and pieces and my memories. It is about a journey so incredible that one could imagine it is a dream, but I swear to god, every word is true.

The Past

I was packing my bag. Enough is enough! I will never ever in a million years stay one minute longer in this godforsaken house with a medieval mindset about the inhabitants of this mansion! Since the death of my parents, I live in my uncle´s house, hundreds of miles away from my home and friends. So, with the death of my parents, I not only have lost my home and everything valuable within it, but also my closest friends. On top of this, my uncle had banned every technology, like laptops and mobile phones, from his home. The only exception, of course, was his office, in where he kept his laptop, but it was totally forbidden to enter his office. He and my aunt are nuts! No wonder my parents avoided them on every possible occasion!

My parents were open-minded, fun-loving parents who thought and taught me that the world would be a grey boring world, if we don´t have secrets and adventures now and then. My fathers´ greatest treasure was his history books, geographical cards, files full of legends from old long forgotten cultures and Plants &Animal dictionaries. Whenever I had a question, we headed into our library and searched for the answer in those books. My mother´s passion was more music, the theatre and social work, but of course she had books as well. Though they were filled more with stories than with pure knowledge. Her section in the library were poems, classic novels, like from Schiller, Shakespeare, Goethe, Doyle, Melvin and Austen; some fairy tales and historical novels.

I knew all those stories and poems, some of those I even knew by heart. But all of this was history, because on Halloween 2015 my whole world literally burst into flames. Our house caught fire in the middle of the night. The police were unable to find reasons or culprits. I woke up and was not able to breathe and began coughing. My whole room was full of smoke. When I opened the door to the corridor, flames nearly burned me alive. I slammed the door shut and turned to the only escape possible, the window. Thank goodness, I could open it and threw some of my things, like my photo album, my favourite fairy tale book which I inherited from my great-grandmother and my plushie which I had since I was little. Then I jumped down from the first floor into our garden. I could not see my parents anywhere. When I looked up again, I saw flames bursting out of their window. The last I remembered was screaming like mad for my parents but got no answer. Then I fell unconscious.

I woke up laying in a hospital bed and a psychologist was telling me that my parents died in the fire and that my house was totally destroyed. After weeks in the hospital which I spent mostly reading my fantasy books, like Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings and magical adventures under water, my aunt and uncle took care of me and brought me far away to their home. I was lonely and depressed. I dreamed about having magical powers like the characters in my books. I wished to resuscitate my parents, but that was impossible. Even in the stories from my great-grandmother, death was the last step which nobody can come back from and also shouldn´t return from. Nobody was allowed to trick death and also, someone is only dead when nobody remember him anymore! I felt and remembered my parents every day, but I couldn´t see or touch them. I missed the embraces from my mother and the discussion I had with my father. I missed feeling whole again, and every day with my aunt and uncle showed me how I didn´t want to be or live.

My uncle was the boss and my aunt complied to every one of his commands. She had no voice, opinion or spine! My uncle took the money that I inherited from my parents und bought unnecessary things for prestige and luxury for himself, but nothing for me or his own wife! He took and took, and I had enough of this. I just turned 17 years old and within a year I would officially be an adult, so I certainly wasn´t a toddler anymore. I inherited enough from my parents and could take care of myself. I would survive, or more live, on my own quite well. So, I was now packing my belongings as few as they were: photo album, fairy-tale book, plushie, some clothes and the rest of my money, which my uncle hadn´t wasted yet, in total 300,000 Pounds. That would be more than enough for me to live and learn again. I knew running away does not solve problems, but in this case, I saw it as the only solution.

On the night of July, 26 2016, I took my packed bag and tiptoed out of the mansion, but before I could safely leave the property, a strong hand grabbed me and turned me roughly around. My bag flew into the bushes planted along the edges of the path. The angry face of my uncle was illuminated by the torchlight. "Where do you think you are going? On the way to a party, I assume?! You disgraceful child! I will teach you your place!" He dragged me towards the mansion. The next part is nothing for little children, so I spare you the details. The result was that I awoke on a thin mattress in a cellar with bruises and red marks all over my body, especially my legs, back and behind hurt a lot. My uncle screamed the whole time that I was a spoiled brat and a waste of space and I should be thankful that they took me in after the death of my parents. "From now on, this is how I will teach you your place!", he threatened me. I need to get away from here. If he notices that I took all the money from the bank account, he will kill me, for sure!

I stood up weakly. Everything hurt, and my legs felt as if they were out of jelly. I reached the cellar door, but it was locked. He really locked me in! He totally lost all his marbles! I jiggled the door knob for a while and suddenly it opened. I was absolutely surprised, but back then was definitely not the time to freeze. As silently as possible, I snuck upstairs to the ground floor and into the entrance hall. When I opened the front door, I heard my uncle calling from upstairs: "Who´s there?" I didn´t think, just reacted, and ran out of the mansion. I reached the bushes, searched for my bag, found it and buckled it on. The silhouette of my uncle appeared in the open door and he screamed: "YOU! Where are you are going? JUST WAIT, until I get a hold of you!" He ran towards me and I fled over the wall and down the street. My uncle was close behind me. One time he nearly reached me, but I could thankfully avoid his grasp and escape. Please, please, god, mother, father, whoever watches out for me, get me to safety!

Suddenly everything lightened up around me and I got the feeling I was on a rollercoaster. The world around me spinned and become blurred. I felt stretched and squeezed at the same time. I got extremely sick and then the world went black…

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