The Chronicles of My Life: Escaping to the World Beyond
Karone-sakura: Well I'm back and making another chapter! YEAH!
Harry: Goody...
Karone-sakura: What's with you?
Harry: Your going to leave me out of the next chapter aren't you?
Karone-sakura: You are so in this chapter!
Harry: I get to speak?
Karone-sakura: YES!
Harry: Okay okay... Thank you!
Karone-sakura: Your welcome. Oh and its your turn to do the disclaimer!
Harry: YIPPY!
Myeisha: What's with him?
Karone-sakura: He's happy he gets to do the disclaimer.
Myeisha: Oh... Well have fun! I'm going to go back to sleep now.
Karone-sakura: You do that.
Harry: Karone-sakura does not own Harry Potter. She only owns Myeisha and the plot.
Karone-sakura: I hope you all enjoy this chapter! And please remember to R&R! I do take flames but not very kindly. If you really don't like something then why read it? But I do take ways to help improve my stories. If you like this one then you will like my others. Please read them! I am in desperate need of some reviews for them! Now on with the story!
Summary: Myeisha is girl from our world who is mistreated. Not knowing that she can do magic she accidently wishes she could leave her world. Is the next one any better? Will she survive Harry Potter's world of witchcraft and wizardry?
Chapter 3: Treated Differently...
I woke the next morning at six because of my eternal clock. It never let me sleep late so why should it start now? Any way's I got up from the couch and wondered where I am. That's when it hit me. I am in the Dursley household where Harry Potter lives. Magic is real and I never get to see my family again. I sigh before putting my stuff away. I then take a quick shower and then by seven o'clock I am ready to make breakfast. I begin with the eggs and sausage when Harry came down. I smile at him before making sure everything is turned off.
"Hello I'm Myeisha!" I put my hand out in order to properly introduce myself.
"Hi I'm Harry Potter." He smiled as he shook my hand.
"Would you like to be friends?" I asked him as I went back to work.
"Eh sure why not!" He said as he set the table.
"How old are you Harry?" I asked him politely.
"I'm ten years old. I turn eleven on the thirty-first of this month." He got out some juice and was pouring it as he was talking.
"How about you?"
"I'm ten as well and my birthday is on the thirty-first of this month too! I was born a minute after midnight so I was almost born on the thirtieth." I say as I turn around to look at his reaction.
He almost dropped the juice cartoon. It is pretty comical the way his eyes widened like that.
"I was born like a few seconds before midnight!" He exclaimed.
"Ha I'm older then you!" I teased him.
"Only by like a day." He grinned at me.
At this point Petunia came downstairs. I am just finishing up as she came to see that everything was almost done. She looked at Harry but at this point he had no grin.
"Everything is almost done Petunia. Is there anything else you want me to do before breakfast?" I ask.
"Have you put your stuff away?" I nod.
"Then no you don't. You and Harry are going to work on the garden after breakfast." She said as she sat down to eat.
Soon the others arrived and we all sat down to eat. All was quiet in the room. It was almost unnerving. I stared at my plate as I realized just how little food Harry got. I contain a sigh as I put some food in a napkin that I have concealed on my lap. After we all finished our food Petunia sent Harry and I to do the dishes. She said something about if you make a mess you clean it up. That includes dishes it seems even though Dudley didn't have to do anything. I haven't spoken with dear little Dudders yet but I'm sure I don't want too.
"Come on were done. Lets go to the garden Harry. By the way where is it?" I ask as I finish washing the last dish.
"Come on. I don't see why you would want to do the garden though." He says as we walk out the back door.
"Like I told your aunt. I have a green thumb. I just enjoy working with plants. Back home I spent most of my time in the garden." I say as I begin to pull weeds.
"Oh... Tell me about you family." He says as he too begins to pull out weeds.
"There not much to say really... I'll just tell you a little about myself for starters. Then I may or may not talk about my family." Harry just nodded for me to continue.
"Well I was born in England and brought over to America when I was three so I never knew the difference. As you can see I still have an English accent courtesy of my parents. They still have it. I grew up in a large city in New York before I moved to a smaller state. My favorite colors are metallic blue and metallic purple. My favorite flower is the red rose and I want to be a writer someday. How about you? Tell me about yourself Harry." I concluded.
"Well I have lived here all my life. My favorite colors are red and gold and I don't know what I want to be." Harry said as he sat back on his heels to look at me better and I do the same.
"That's it? Sounds like a dull life." I say as I go back to work.
Before I know it its lunch time. It had been silent after I had gone back to work. We washed up before entering the very clean kitchen. We each ate a sandwich. In my pocket I still held breakfast. I was planning on giving it to Harry later that night. I know that boy was hunger by the way he looked at my plate during breakfast and again at lunch. After lunch we headed up stairs to prepare our room.
"Petunia can we go to a furniture store? I would like to get some new furniture with some of the money in my account and maybe some new clothes." I ask her.
"Of course. Is the room completely clean? Good. We can go now." She said as she grabbed her bag and I grabbed my small purse I carried around.
We all got in the car including Harry. I begged Petunia for him to come. In that one day I have become Harry's best friend. After getting some furniture for Harry and myself we went into a clothing store. Here I bought in secret some clothes for Harry for his birthday and also a little something else. All in all it was a good day.
After we got back from the store it was time for supper. I immediately went into the kitchen as some crews put our furniture into our new room. After finishing the food I went up stairs to look at the room. It is pretty small but everything fit nicely. We would be sharing a desk which is right under the window. There are two beds on either side of the desk so we can both look out the window at night if we wanted to. We had thought of getting a bunk bed but thought it was to much trouble when I would only be staying here summers for the next seven years of my life.
There are two wardrobes on either side of the door and there were lots of locks on the door now. I knew why but they said it was for my protection. After I looked around the room I went back down stairs. I thought of our new room how it looked a lot nicer then what I saw in the movies and how we each used our favorite colors to tell which side of the room is whose. I don't think Harry has ever smiled this much in this house before. I hide his presents before leaving the room.
Soon it was clean up time in the kitchen. After again doing the dishes Harry and I went up to our room. After bidding each other good night I just lay in bed thinking about everything that was going on. Dumbledore had given me my letter to Hogwarts already and now all I had to do was wait for Harry's to come. I wondered how the Dursley's were going to act especially with me here.
I thought about how much my life had changed and how much Harry's life had changed as well. I tried to fall asleep but my thoughts kept it away. I then heard Harry turn over in his sleep. I looked at the sleeping boy as he had a nightmare. I went over to him and gently rubbed his back soothingly. His tense muscles began to relax and soon the nightmare passed. I continued to sit there staring at the boy-who-lived. I knew that leaving this place is all he ever wanted but would he really like the outside world? It was a cruel, cruel place for people like us.
I would know huh? Our worlds are very much alike. Now I have something else to think about. Is the other world really where I belong? Where I was born? I began to doubt that my parents are my real ones. I look nothing like them. I have black hair with red streaks in it that is natural. I have silvery blue eyes and a long thin body. Whereas my parents have blonde hair in different shades and they have hazel and brown eyes. My older sister is a blonde with hazel eyes and is kind of plump like her parents.
Which also leads to other questions. Why am I so famous here? I could see it Dumble-dorks eyes that I am famous. How did Dumbledore know I was coming? How could I be the only witch in a world where there were no witches and wizards? Why am I so different? And why does everyone I met treat me as though I am nothing more then a little lost girl? All I do know is that fate was cruel and that I am now in Harry Potters world. I don't know if I can survive but with Harry anything is possible. Including love...
(A/N Well there ya go! I hope you like. I have decided for this story to have short chapters. That way I can update like everyday.)
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Myeisha: Harry shut up your just a fictional nutcase.
Harry: Who are you calling a nutcase?
Myeisha: I am calling you one!
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Spoiler: "What did you do that for?" "Because our nephew is a freak!" "I know you guys don't like him but to treat him like dirt?"