DAY 10- Harry Potter and Supernatural

Her eyes snapped open only to be met with darkness. Letting out a shaking breath Rose turned her head towards the dresser. It was only 4 am. She didn't even know why she woke up. No dream or nightmares came to mind. But maybe it was just a bad dream, thought Rose, as she took in the uncomfortable feeling of sweat on her backside.

The covers felt a bit suffocating and Rose threw them to the ground as she groggily sat on the side of the bed. She had work in a few hours and she needed all the sleep she could get but for some reason Rose felt wide awake and she knew sleep would be impossible now.

She rubbed the palm of her hand against her forehead, rubbing away some of the clinging sense of sleep. Tea sounded like a blessing right now. She stepped over her blankets as she made her way towards the kitchen, stopping only for a few seconds to turn on the light in the hallway.

The lights were a bit bright and Rose had to blink a few times before she made her way to th counter. The cool feel of tile felt soothing on her feet as Rose searched for her tea kettle. Setting th water to boil she made her way to the cozy armchair sitting in the living room. She tucked her legs together, stretching her cotton blur pajama pants and wiggled around until she found herself in a comfortable position.

Waking up she had felt impossibly warm but now the previously welcomed chill was an unwanted house guest. Rose rubbed her her arms in motion- shoulder to elbow- in an effort to keep herself warm. Her beloved Quidditch shirt, gifted to her by her Aunt Ginny, really didn't offer much protection against the chill of the apartment.

The ding from the kettle alerted her the water was ready and Rose reluctantly rose from her spot. She had just found the perfect position and she just knew she wouldn't be able to find it again. As she busied her self preparing her tea she ran through ideas of things to do before going over to work when all of a sudden there was a knock at her door.

Curious as to who would be knocking at such an early hour Rose headed for the door. It was probably one of the college neighbors. They had knocked at unreasonable hours before. But Rose was a seasoned witch and she should have known better than to answer the door without her wand.

Unfortunately knowing that was different from practice. So when Rose's world suddenly turned black her only thought was how much her parents were so going to grill her.

The first thing Rose noticed was the sharp pain coming from her left shoulder. It throbbed and it felt like it was on fire. Rose pushed her upper half up as she tried to analyze her situation. But nothing about the room offered much information.

It was a non-descriptive white with a matching white floor. There was no portraits hanging on the wall. No bookshelves filled with quirky titles. There wasn't even a chair to offer some sort of clue to the presence of people.

Rose let herself fall back on the floor as she rubbed her hands through her wildly thick copper-red hair. She was the good kid! She wasn't suppose to end up in situations where her life could be in danger. That type of activity fell on her brother Hugo. Hugo was the one that went around exploring ancient curses that could leave him crippled. Rose was a simple researcher. The biggest danger she faced was a paper cut.

Rose moaned at her misfortune when a flickering light caught her attention. Turning her head she noticed the appearance of a television. She sat up quickly. She knew that wasn't there before so why would it suddenly appear now?

Crawling towards the television she noticed two young men looking increasingly uncomfortable on what looked liked a Japanese game show. They appeared to be strapped and bolted to their place and honestly looked like they had no idea how they got there.

"What is the name of the demon you chose over your brother?"

Well, wasn't that a strange question. Rose knew that demons weren't unknown to muggles but she didn't think they would be casually dropped into what appeared to be a light-hearted game show. Maybe they meant demon as an adjective instead of a noun?

"Unfortunately Miss Weasley that is not the case," a male voice called from behind.

Rose whirled around and was met with the sight of an average brunette man. His green jacket was the only distinctive thing about him and even that seemed to blend into her mental image of the average Joe. It was only when he addressed her for the second time that Rose got a glimpse of his not so innocent demeanour.

"How would you like to play a game?"

A/N:

This is just a brief warning/explanation if my updates stop tomorrow. My city has a severe storm warning with the possibility of floods and electrical outages. If that does happen I will not be able to update so I ask that you bear with me. I am not giving up on this self imposed challenge but weather conditions might backtrack my updates.

Thank you everyone who is reading this story and I hope you will continue to read it.