Do you ever get that feeling where you just want to scream? I get it all the time. I just want to cry and scream and shout. But I don't. If I do it shows weakness and weakness means you get picked on. I used to get picked on all the time. But that all changed once I fell into another world. I was reading one day (my books are my only friends) and just fell into the book. Literally. Now I am the heroin of my favourite books so, naturally, I thought it was great. But then I found out the truth and suddenly, it wasn't so great. Yeah there is magic and I am one of the golden trio but then there is the Dursleys, and my now dead parents, and Snape, and Voldemort and I don't know what to do anymore! I fell into my favourite books to get away from it all. I could have fallen into the Gallagher Academy books, or the House of Night novels, but no. I Just had to fall into the Harry Potter series and replace Harry Potter himself. I had to become The Girl Who Lived. Great. And what's more, I have read all of these books at least fifteen times. I know how this ends. I get killed by Voldemort. This is how it all began.
"Up! Get up!" I heard a bang on the door. Wait. That wasn't my mum's voice. She would never talk to me like that. What's going on? "Are you up yet?" Came the screeching voice again. Was that a flipping banshee or something? "Nearly." I found my self saying.
"I need you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare burn it, it's Dudley's birthday." Hold on. Right, what the hell was going on. Who was Dudley? I looked around me. I was in a cupboard. Ugh, spiders. I tried not to scream but I felt almost used to them though, which is odd considering the last time there was a spider in my room I was screaming for my Dad and crying. That voice sounded just like the one I imagined from the Harry Potter books. Aunt Petunia's voice. But that was impossible. And there was no Harry around. So it couldn't be. I saw a note on my camp bed thing.
Dear Kaitlen,
You have fallen into your favourite books of all time. The Harry Potter Series. You have taken my place as the main character. But you are a girl. There for, all of the characters will adapt to this and the storyline may change a bit. The major events will all take place and you will meet the same fate as I did. Your name has been changed. From now until the end of the books, you are Lily Georgina Potter. At the end of your story, you will read all the books with your favourite characters including Sirius and Remus (good luck with that). You wanted an escape, you got one. Time in the world you used to live in has been stopped until you end the story and you will return to being your normal thirteen year old self. You are now ten, turning eleven. You know the story off by heart so you know what happens. Don't mess this opportunity up. It will make a difference to your life to be in my shoes for once. Good luck. Hope this helps you.
Harry James Potter. Thirteen at the moment (like you are in your time).
P.S. You are kinda cute.
I groaned. "What did you just say?" Came the shrill voice.
"Nothing… nothing." I said. So this was my life for the next seven years. Fabulous. Wait a sec. What was that last bit? You are kinda cute? OMG! Harry Potter thinks I am cute. I have dreamt of being with him since I first picked up the Philosopher's stone. Ok Kaitlen, don't get over exited. I heard a banging from upstairs. Sawdust fell on my head. "Wake up Potter! We're going to the zoo!" Came a boys voice from above me. I knew who that was immediately. Dudley Dursley. I got out of my bed and put my hand on the doorknob. I knew what was coming though. Dudley was going to push me back into the cupboard as soon as I came out. I waited a second. There were footsteps outside my door. I waited for the right timing and then… WHAM! The door flew straight into Dudley's face. "Oops, sorry Dudley." I said. I pretended to be concerned but really I was smiling on the inside. He was about to scream for his mum but I shushed him. "You dare try and get me into trouble over this and I will tell your mother who really broke her favourite vase last Christmas AND who made tea burn because the person cooking it was busy getting beaten up by her only cousin. I took the rap for both of those things for you, don't make me tell your mates what mummy calls you Diddy." Dudley stared at me in horror. He nodded, taken a back that, just this once, I was standing up to him. "You can beat me up later." I said. I knew if he didn't beat someone up then he would tell his mum. I knew Dudley all to well from reading his character over and over. He smiled and pushed me back into my cupboard. Knew he would do that. I banged my head and stumbled. Woh. Blurry. Oh yeah, Harry needed glasses. I looked to the side of my bed and picked up a shape that looked like glasses. I put them on and suddenly everything was clear again. I think that the bang to the head had put my senses like Harry's. I walked into the kitchen and cooked the bacon. "Where's my coffee, girl?" Demanded Vernon Dursley. I took one looked at him and agreed with Harry. He looked just like a walrus. "Yes Uncle Vernon." I said. I looked at the rest of the family and nearly laughed. Harry's descriptions about the Dursleys were dead on. Petunia looked like a horse with a long neck and her fat little son looked just like a pig in a wig. I looked down at my self. So I kept my boobs then. Just like they were at ten. Overly developed. I was wearing Dudley's old top so you couldn't see that properly though. Oh yes! Skinny! Oh no! Barley any food. Don't get me wrong, I am not fat, but I ain't no skinny miny either normally. I am a thirteen year old that looks fourteen, fifteen. I put the breakfasts on the table and ate my food. I didn't bother listening to Dudley trying to count because I knew he would fail epically. I felt the air around me change and decided that I wanted to have food today, so I wolfed down my bacon and finished my appearance check. Blond hair with a fringe that nearly covers my right eye, yep. I picked up my plate and looked in the toaster for my refection. Yes! I get to keep my eyes. I loved my eyes. To me, they were the most interesting thing about me. They were blue but had hints of every sea colour in. Brown (the sea in Scotland is brown, I know because I lived there for ten years), green, grey, you name it, it's in there. I finished cleaning up and got dressed into ripped, blue skinny jeans and a black vest top. I then put one of Dudley's old t-shirts over the vest top so it hung off the shoulder and a pair of old, faded, high toped trainers that the sole was peeling off of. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. Oh yeah. I looked hot in that teenage dirt bag kinda way. I walked downstairs to find Dudley crying. No tears though I noticed. He is so annoying. And stupid may I just add. I have all Harry's memories, as I found out when I was getting dressed. I used to get told off and hit just for being smarter than Dudley in class. Child Abuse, ooh Remus and Sirius will NOT like that. May have to tie Sirius down to the chair for that bit. Maybe Remus as well for that matter. Dudley's dry sobs snapped me out of my happy thoughts. "B-b-but I don't want her to come! Sh-sh-she ruins e-e-every th-th-th-thing!" I felt the need to go up and punch the baby whale of a kid. To call him a bloody liar and make him say sorry. But I kept myself calm. Until he grinned wickedly from under his mum's arm then I lost it. So I went, calmly, to my cupboard. Calmly opened my door, calmly fell to my knee's and started punching my pillow to oblivion calmly. Well the last part wasn't so calm actually. Really, it was rather brutal. But it got all my anger out by imagining the pillow was Dudley's face. I heard a sudden stop of Dudley's 'tears' and the door bell ring. Piers Polkiss, Dudley's mate. He was the one that held people down as Dudley beat them up. Oh, Dudley's favourite game changed from Harry Hunting to Lily Hunting. Fun game that. For them anyway.
They had already decided I was going to the zoo. It was an ok day too. I got a cheap lemon ice pop that was actually quite nice, saw a gorilla that looked like Dudley (Sorry Gorilla) AND I got to finish Dudley's knickerbocker glory when he threw a fit because it didn't have enough cream on it. He is such a brat. I knew it was too good to be true but I couldn't help but try to forget what was going to happen next. I knew this story off by heart. My stomach fell as we walked into the reptile house. The snake! Uncle Vernon rapped smartly on the enclosure when Dudley told him to make it move. "Move." He said. It didn't. Dudley banged on the glass and shouted for it to move. I didn't really think it could be bothered to move. Dudley and Piers went to see another reptile, Dudley saying that the snake was boring. "Sorry about that, he doesn't understand what it's like. Lying there day after day, watching people press their ugly faces in at you." I said. The snake lifted it's head. "You can here me." Harry would have asked that as a question where as I stated it as fact. The snake nodded slowly. I had quite a nice little conversation with the Boa Constrictor. Then it was ruined. "Mr Dursley! Dudley! You won't believe what this snake is doing!" Piers shouted. Dudley waddled over as fast as he could and knocked me over. Anger and rage pulsed through me. Suddenly the glass disappeared. Bloody hell! The snake slithered up to me. "Thanksss amigo!" It hissed.
"My pleasure." I told it. I have always been told I was a very polite girl.
"Brazil, here I come!" It nodded it's head at me and slithered off. I sat there, slightly shocked at what I had just done. I knew it would happen but I didn't know it would be this awesome when it actually happened. Once we were at the house and Piers had been picked up, I was thrown in my cupboard and wasn't allowed any meals until I was told I was allowed out again.
It was the start of the summer holidays when I was able to come out again. I still went to school every day but that meant I only had one meal a day, but I didn't mind. As long as I didn't die of starvation or dehydration. I soon got used to the name Lily but I soon found out that Kaitlen Jones was real in this world too. She had been missing since June. Missing in the night, her parents realized she was gone the morning that I woke up here. Maybe it was just coincidence, but I kept a look out for any more news on the person with my real name. School sucks when you are a ten year old that knows thirteen year stuff. I never put my hand up though teachers seem to keep asking me questions. I answered rightly one day and did secondary school work. The teacher was so impressed that she called Uncle Vernon to tell him I deserve a nice treat for my work during that day. When I got home, his fat hand was clutching his favourite, thick, metal buckled belt and beat me until my back was bleeding. Then I had to cook tea which was a downer in it's self. I got used to the cupboard eventually too. I started to thing nothing of the fact I slept were spiders lived. I named one of the Spit. As I say in my world 'Yes! I know I am weird, just deal with it will you!'.
I walked into the kitchen, there was a funny smell coming from the sink. I looked into it and found a load of rags floating in water. This is a bit weird, I thought. Aunt Petunia came in and I took my chances.
"What's this?" I asked. Aunt Petunia looked as if I had said an extremely rude word. Rule one when living with the Dursleys. Never ask questions.