Alright, I hope this story is allowed to stay up, and I shall meticulously follow the guidelines to a T. Sadly, this means no lemons for all you lemon lovers.

Curses shall be plentiful, however, as I give my main characters bad tempers about nine times out of ten.

Along came a lady,
who walked to the store.
She had read a story...
and wanted some more.
She went to the back,
and asked for a tale
The man asked her which?
So she said without fail.
"A Light in the Dark."
She answered so true.
"I doubt that it's here,"
"But let me make due."
He walked to the front,
and grabbed a big book.
He handed it to her.
She took a long look.
"Harry Potter."
A Wizardly tale,
By J.K. Rowlings,
Who was a female.
The lady frowned.
She knew it was true.
She knew she had nothing.
And neither did you.

The morale of this long $$ poem? I don't own Harry Potter.

What didja think of that disclaimer there, huh? I liked it. Took me about 30 minutes to come up with, but it was worth it. Oh, and this chapter is kind of short (read: really short) It's just Hanna waking up, and realizing her situation. This is because your pleasant author is having to write three stories total, and has the urge to finish the second chapter for each story before even thinking about posting, and I kind of lost the inspiration I had previously for this chapter. But fear not, the next chapter shall hopefully make up for this shortie, and I shall have it soon! I swear!

Chapter 2: Twisted Realities

The first cognitive thought that went through Hanna's mind as she awoke was, 'Hogwarts beds shouldn't be this cramped...'

She felt around the cramped area with her arms and legs gently, or at least tried to. For some strange reason, she seemed to have overestimated the strength in her arms and slammed her left hand against something, she jerked, wincing at the sudden star-burst of pain (though mild compared to the cruciatus curse.), she made sure to not open her eyes quite yet, and maintained her calm. It would do no good for her to panic, as she had learned from experience. She felt wood, and fabric, as well as something like plaster. A sense of deja-vu went through Hanna's Mind, and with dread, she opened her eyes slowly.

Wood, from what looked like upside-down stairs. Stairs that Hannah had known for ten years. She, somehow, had ended up back in the cupboard under the stairs on #4 privet drive. '...Fuck!'

Loudly swearing up a storm, Hanna sat up, only to gasp as pain shot through her spine. '-The hell? Did I land on my back during the fight somehow?' Before she could think into it any further, rumbling came from above, a sound she had known for the first ten years of staying in the Dursleys' residence. Someone, either Uncle Vernon, or Dudley, was coming down the stairs.

If Hanna hadn't been so bewildered, she would have noticed the look on her Uncle's face when he opened the door to her cupboard. She would have noticed how small her arm looked when he grabbed her roughly before tugging her out of the cupboard with enough strength to cause her left arm to dislocate. And, most of all, she would have noticed the fact that her Uncle happened to have a long, thin, but spiky switch in the hand her arm wasn't occupied by.

But Hanna's surprise was not enough for her to not take notice of her dislocated shoulder, or the pain she experienced when something sharp and spiky slammed onto her back, which felt raw and tender to the slightest movement.

It took her a few seconds to completely catch up with her body, which was now silently sobbing as the switch her Uncle held came down repeatedly onto her already torn-up back. Trembles went down her spine as she realized something drastic, something was not right. Sure, from what she remembered, her life at the Dursleys was not too comfortable, but they never beat her. Yeah, they might have made the occasional swat to her head when she did something wrong, and Aunt Petunia may have swung her favorite frying pan at her a few times, but never something like this.

A couple more bursts of pain and it was all over. She could hear both her heavy breathing mixed with sobbing gasps, she could also hear what she believed to be her Uncle's heavy breathing. She rolled over onto her back, trying to figure out why and how this had happened, when a heavy, crushing pressure erupted in her chest, she gasped in pain, her eyes, which had closed sometime during the beating, shot open. She was greeted with the purple face of her Uncle. Apparently, she had done something to piss him off.

And oddly enough, she had somehow missed part of his rant, though he might've started ranting when he was using the switch on her. "-waking me up with all your god-awful freakish noise, what freakish plot had you planned for today, freak? I knew I should have drowned you when we first found you on our porch like the freak you were. I would still drown your freakish-ness away if it weren't for the fact that people already know about you." Here, he took in a deep breath, seeming to allow his anger to dwindle down enough so that he could speak without possibly waking up the neighborhood. "Your punishment, freak, is no food for two weeks! AND, you will have double chores." Hanna's mouth went dry. Sure, give her double chores, or take food away from her for two weeks, she was fine with that. But both at the same time? They'd work her to the bone! Her Uncle seemed to be coming to a close with his little rant, having only one more thing left to say. "Now, start cooking up breakfast, freak. Dudley needs his nutrition. Especially on his eleventh birthday.

Hanna gasped for air as the weight on her chest abruptly ended, and her Uncle lumbered past her, giving her a good kick to the head, and promptly sat himself on the couch. Shakily managing to pull herself up off of the ground, Hanna stumbled into the kitchen and began to cook, her thoughts, however, far away from her current situation.

From what she had seen and heard, which while small in quantity, had told her quite a lot about where she was. Either the seven years she had experienced in the wizarding world had been just an extremely long dream, or she had somehow managed to come back in time. Well, either she came back in time or she went back in time into an alternate reality. An alternate reality that held much more danger to her than her previous one did.

She shivered, having a feeling that this was just the beginning.

And boy was she right.