"Aaack!"

"Eeeeeck!"

Leah Williams opened her eyes, expecting the comfortable view of her bedroom ceiling, only to be welcomed by a small creature, as tall as her waist, dragging her like a bag of trash in the middle of a forest.

" Let go of me, you little! You little…you... What the hell are you?"

" Eeeeeeck!"

The small creature let go of her leg and stared at her in disbelief, mouth hanging wide open. The creature was bald, with giant eyes and large bat ears, stuttering and eeeecking as if something was really messed up.

"Stop eeecking for God's sake and tell me where the hell I am," Leah snarled.

"B..Bu...But you're alive? Alive? H..How? Master killed you! Kreacher saw it, Kreacher saw his Master kill you!"

"Kreacher…?"

Leah Williams realized why the creature looked so familiar. It was a house elf, the one she had seen in the movies. Leah Williams felt a rush of relief as she sorted things out.

She was dreaming, of course. This was what she got for binge watching all those Harry Potter movies, she guessed.

"Okay then, Kreacher, I think it's time I wake up from my dreams. Pinch me, will you?"

Kreacher did as told, and a shot of pain striked Leah's right arm. It hurt, and it hurt really bad. Leah pinched her arm one more time, a look of disbelief starting to color her face.

She slowly realized that none of this was a dream as memories of last night flood past her.

I would do anything to become a character in Harry Potter! Like, I could eat spinach for the rest of my lifetime to be Umbridge's cat.

Shit.

"Kreacher… where the hell am I, who the hell am I, and what the hell happened?"

She stood up to grab Kreacher—which she did—only to realize something was very wrong. The elf that was supposed to be only as tall as her knee was staring at her right in the eye, face to face.

"Kreacher, how old am I?"

"T...ten?"

"What's my name?"

"Livia Black...uh… Miss…?"

" Where is this place?"

"T..the Dark forest…?"

"Why am I, why are we here?"

"Kreacher was… supposed to bury you?"

"Bury me? I'm alive, you nasty house elf! What is this? Some kind of premature burial ritual?"

"But… Master killed you! Kreacher saw it, Kreacher saw you die!"

Leah Williams, or Livia Black, whatever she was, glared at the house elf that was ready to pass out. Why would anyone kill a ten-year old child? What for?

"Who is this Master, Kreacher?"

" W..why, Master Bellatrix Black, of course. Y..your Sister… She killed you because you were a squib… Don't you remember?"

Livia Black felt her legs go limp, as she toppled on the damp forest floor.

Livia Black. Black. Of course… how could she not realize? The pure-blood crazy family of lunatics. People who wouldn't feel an ounce of shame for murdering a child. And if Livia Black was killed for being a squib, there was a reason she never appeared in the books.

But now, here she was, alive as ever, in middle of an endless forest, with a house elf that was ready to run all the way to its precious master to tattle that Livia Black was still alive.

And if that happened, she was going to die.

"Kreacher, look! Bellatrix is here!"

"Master! Master? Where...mmmph-urgle mmmmmph—!"

As soon as Kreacher turned away to find his master, Livia Black jammed Kreacher's mouth shut, tied him up with the rope Kreacher had used to drag her in the forest, picked up a log, and gave a heavy blow on Kreacher's head. Kreacher fell to the ground, unconscious. Hoping he wasn't dead, Livia Black started to run.

She was going to live.