AN: I'm glad I'm able to post this story, because I am proud of it, however, I know it's a controversial story. The way I see it, fans of the books could either really like this story or really hate it. And that's fine, that's the point of to tell me where I stand at the moment as a writer. It's not the flames I'm scared of. I've read enough fan fiction to know that when it's necessary, it must be done. What I am scared of is that you guys will miss the political and driving points of the story entirely. Chase is a Mary-Sue, I'm aware of that. The point is: she's supposed to be. The character that embodies Chase is her Sue author and is finding this out. She's also finding out that life as a Mary-Sue Barbie doll isn't all its cracked up to be; only it's happening in a very extremist situation. Just keep the title and the point of the story in mind as you read. The other point I wanted to touch on is that this story is heavy A/U in a few parts. I feel bad about doing it, but rivalry between the girls is much better presented if they're all in the same dorm, so even though it's only 3rd year HP time, its 7th year for all the Gryffindor Chasers and the houses have reserve teams. I never understood why they wouldn't have bench sitters; I mean every other school sport does. But that's about it. I left Harry and Draco alone, that would've just been too complicated, lol. Thanks.

Mary-Sue Nightmare Chronicles: Volume One: Harry Potter

What if you woke up one morning and all your dreams had come true? What if you woke up one morning and you weren't even you.

Chapter One: Naïveté First

A sigh left my mouth as I stared at the computer screen. Three years. It had taken me three years to mull over, work and re-write this stupid story. But finally, it was finished. I couldn't hold back the grin any more. I'd finally finished this story, YES! I didn't have to feel guilty anymore and that knowledge was no less than delicious. All of my closest friends were going to love me forever for this. Mary-Beth, I could just see the look on her face. Jessica, we'd have to celebrate with a leprechaun dance. And Cassandra. Cassandra was the main reason for my writing the Oliver Wood fanfic I'd just completed. Three years ago we'd been celebrating a job well done after helping my mom with a dinner party. Cass had been sleeping over and it was then that I'd presented my friend with the ideas I'd been harboring for a few weeks. Ideas for a story about one Chase Trenton. She'd be American, forced to move to England in her last year of Wizarding School because of her father's job relocation. Forced to transfer to Hogwarts. Having been the captain of her quidditch team back home, Chase was due head on for a romance with Oliver Wood. To my surprise Cassandra had actually liked it. This had been back when all I ever wrote were Mary-Sues. Mary-Sues with twists, but Mary-Sues all the same. Anyway, that had set the whole bit off. But after a while I just couldn't write anymore, lack of inspiration and lack of time.

So this dragged on for quite some time and wouldn't have been a big deal, except for this story never left me the hell alone. It kept bugging me and bugging me forever after. So I re-wrote it, and re-wrote it and edited it and then re-wrote it again. Finally it was done. I'd have to look it over the next morning to see if the ending actually worked out as well as it seemed to right then, but it was late and I was really tired. Yawning, I shut off the computer and still grinning, changed into my pajamas for bed. Sitting down, my gaze drifted across the room to one of my Harry Potter: Year Three posters. The underage wizard met my gaze and I stared at his outstretched hand. Warmth stole into my cheeks as I remembered the day after having pinned that particular poster up. After my morning shower, I'd dressed and had been about to leave the room when his hand had caught my eye.

'What if…' I thought to myself. After all, pictures in the magical world are supposed to move, right?

'But this isn't the magical world, dimwit. So just go down stairs before some one comes in.' a voice in the back of my mind screeched. I knew it was ludicrous. Just plain stupid to think that what was in front of me could be anything other than a two dimensional image. But still, so much longing was pent up inside of me. Longing to be in the non existent wizarding world of Harry's.

'Could you sound any more mellow dramatic! Now just go down stairs. Lower your arm and just go downstairs!' the voice of reason was persistent. But I didn't, I lifted my arm, slowly, almost scared of being right. My eyes flickered up over his own. Could it happen? Could it really? No…but the least I could do was try. And I did.

I blinked as my fingertips hit paper, and then wall plaster behind that. Almost to my relief nothing happened. Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair as I dashed out. Going on with my life like I hadn't just acted like the most insane, needy idiot on the face of the muggle infested earth. So fast had I brushed that thought away in humiliation. Lying back on the bed, I realized for what must've been the fiftieth time that I really did want to be a part of that world. I wanted Diagon Alley in my life. The Giant Squid, Hagrid, the Shrieking Shack. Even if it meant giving up knowledge of the books, or even my parents or my friends, I wanted it so bad.

I didn't have the heart to tell even myself that it was impossible even if I already knew it. Saying that wouldn't help anything anyways. Might just throw me into depression. I chuckled mentally at the thought.

'Just go to sleep. Dream of Hogwarts if you must, but just go to sleep.'

Yeah, well by that I'd actually meant turn out the light, roll over and think about something else. Sleep never came easy for me. Ever. I hated it, even when I was little; going to sleep was like a chore. Now it's more or less a curse. I can never get to sleep until two in the morning at the least. Come morning I can never drag myself out of bed until at least 10am. My parents haven't ever bothered to do anything about it. They figure I'm just a normal fifteen year old and there's nothing to be done.

On top of that I have a light case of chronic paranoia. I'm pretty much convinced that my house is haunted and that some one is going to break into our house and murder us. It doesn't bother me in the daytime much, but at night it's horrid. As a solution, I've grown an addiction to going to sleep while listening to my cd player. Which never really seems to help the actual going to sleep part. But at least it blocks out the noise of the house creaking at night.

Anyways, I finally drifted off around 2:35 am. I didn't dream of anything even related to Harry Potter. I hardly ever did. Actually I dreamt about drowning helplessly. Unfortunately, I held a particular dislike for nightmares. They gave me the sickest feeling in my stomach, like scratching metal, or burning water, or learning about severely tortured childhoods on Oprah. Being something of a perfectionist and a control freak, helplessness was one of my nastiest fears.

Thankfully, I woke up around 6 am like I usually did, in a cold sweat. Those had always seemed peculiar to me, cold sweats. Being cold and sweating, it was rather confusing. Wiping my brow, I tossed over with the intention of falling asleep. But something stopped me and I whipped back around. My eyes widened at the peculiar sight met by them. There was a night stand by my head board, which in itself was strange. But even worse, there was a clock on this night stand and it was not digital. All my clocks were digital, I liked them that way. Big, bold red letters were hard to mistake in the dark even if you normally wore glasses like I did. My breath quickened a bit and I fidgeted, looking around me in a bit of a panic. I couldn't see much, but there was a window on the other side of my bed and beside that was another bed. It was a four poster with curtains and a canopy and the whole nine yards. Realizing this I just then noticed my own bed was somehow an exact carbon copy of the one I'd been looking at. It was a nice bed, the very kind I'd wanted for years, however it wasn't mine and that made it just as horrid as if it were swimming with snakes. Weak sapphire light was leaking into the room by way of the gothic style windows. Falling back against the crisp white sheets I closed my eyes.

I must still be dreaming

The thought repeated itself over and over until it was just a blur against my tired mind and I was again sleeping.

"Chase…Chase honestly your going to be late for lessons, now hurry up!" some one shook me as I slowly slipped into consciousness. Pushing myself up, I groggily started walking towards the bathroom, barely awake. I hadn't really heard that some one had just called me by something over than my mother's pet name for me "Pooka". All I knew was that I was going to be late for school and that I had to move as quickly as possible. Which, at this hour in the morning, was little more than shuffling. Groping around, I turned on the tap and grabbed my toothbrush before reaching for the paste. I'd shut my eyelids because of all the sunlight suddenly hitting my tired brown eyes. Odd, my parents never opened the windows on their own accord or even when I asked them to do so. As I absently began brushing my teeth, my thoughts drifted back to the strange dream I'd had last night. First thing that came to mind was the drowning. Wrinkling my nose and spitting my toothpaste into the water basin, I searched my mind for more pleasant areas of the dream. Suddenly I realized something very odd was going on in my mouth. Even though I'd spit out my paste and put my brush down to wash my face with the tap water…the toothbrush was still hard at work, and my hands weren't touching it.

My eyes flew open and widened when the mirror showed the brush moving on its own. A hairbrush was raking through my thick hair on its own as well. Only, it wasn't MY hair. Nor was the toothbrush mine either. Foaming toothpaste scrubbing itself over my teeth, even where the toothbrush wasn't touching it, I let out a high pitched scream and a wail following close behind that. The toothbrush fell. Three girls ran in, all of them recognizable, but none of them supposed to be there.

"Chase what's the matter?"

"What is it?"

"What's up Chase?"

They hit me with question after question when all I could do was stand there and fight off the urge to cry. I couldn't move, couldn't tear my eyes from the mirror. A beautiful girl with barely tanned, perfectly smooth skin and thick, dark gold hair stared at me with hard blue eyes. She was taller than me and was either older or simply taller, as most people were. Strange looking, yet familiar pajamas hung from her slim figure.

This would've been all fine and dandy, if not for two major things that clashed with one another and went hand in hand at the same time. In the pocket of the pink button up night shirt was a shield reading: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

And the other bit (which was quite a few times worse) was that the girl staring at me WAS ME. Gone was my own dark brown mane of tresses, gone were my light brown eyes that found a happy medium between my skin and hair, gone were the dash of freckles I'd always hated that had plagued my cheeks since I was ten.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no…" I began muttering to myself, leaning closer to the mirror image of the fictional character I was currently embodying. Perfect skin, perfect nose, and large, cold blue eyes with a strange trace in them that was unfamiliar to me, perfect as well.

"Is she alright…" one of them muttered.

"Chase…If something's wrong"-

I whipped around, facing them with a terrified look on my face that I'm all too sure frightened them a bit more. The beginnings of so many sentences started in my head but none of them seemed right. These girls obviously thought I was Chase Trenton. After all, I sort of was.

"Umm," I finally managed, which really didn't help things. Thank god I didn't have to pull an English accent. Finally I nodded a little. They exchanged looks before the prettiest one, which I thought might be Alicia Spinnet, spoke up:

"Are you sure your all right Chase?"

There was that bloody name again. I was already growing sick of it. Literally. Swallowing I tried to act like I had it together.

"Umm, yah. I must've had a bad dream." They weren't buying it, I needed information anyways so I decided to change the subject "Guys what day is it?"

"It's the thirteenth of October. We have a test today in transfiguration, so you'd best hurry up." Alicia glanced at me doubtfully before turning and going back to the dorm with the other girls. But I could hear them conversing through the door. They were talking about how crazy I was getting. How crazy Chase was getting actually. Funny, I never wrote about this…well them talking about her behind her back like this.

No wait…I guess I sort of did, but it just seemed so much more vicious when it was actually happening to me. Shaking my head I set to work trying to get ready for the day. This was made a bit harder by the fact that I was scared to touch anything for fear of it being possessed by magic as well. Not that I was scared of magic…I just had no idea what I was doing. Finally I managed to get everything basically in order and I was about to leave but as I went to put my hand to the door, I could hear Chase's so called "friends" still talking about her behind her back.

"Stupid really, of Oliver to even let her on the team."

"Well, she is talented…" I recognized Angelina's voice.

"Doesn't matter," Alicia growled angrily, "She shouldn't be on our team; she shouldn't even be at our school. And besides, the quidditch captain isn't supposed to get involved with his team mates. That was what he told me last year, remember. And look at him now."

"You're just jealous." I heard the amused laugh in Katie's voice. Timidly I opened the door, trying to act like I hadn't heard anything they'd said. I'd wanted to listen more but like they'd said, we were all going to be late if I didn't hurry up. They all eyed me for a moment before avoiding looking at me all together. I couldn't help but think how strange this was. After all, everyone liked Chase…didn't they? My customary paranoia was acting up again and fears that everyone was talking about Chase (and now more importantly me) behind her (er-my) back leaked into my thoughts. Trying to brush them aside and figure out how to do up my robes properly, I soon realized I had no idea how to tie a tie. How stupid was it possible to look in one morning? What was I supposed to do? I could ask one of the girls…but then they'd know I was mental instead of just thinking it. Resolving to solicit Angelina, I hesitantly went over to her.

"Umm, Angelina…?" she was brushing her hair. Turning, she implored my reason for talking to her with her eyes. It was then that I noticed that she had truly creepy eyes…pretty I deduce, but they were these disturbing layers of orange, red, and burgundy. I cleared my throat and showed her my tie, explaining the fact that I needed help doing it up. Just as I'd thought, she gave me a look that suggested she was starting to believe why Alicia was ranting. Slowly picking up her wand, she tapped the bit of satin around my neck and it did itself up in a matter of seconds.

"Oh…" I looked down at the neat fixture, "Right…well, (I cleared my throat again) thanks." Avoiding all her gaze, I went over to my desk and begin gathering my things up.

"What are you doing?" Alicia rushed over, looking at me almost terrified. My actions slowed and looked up to meet her gaze. She was staring down at me intensely, fists on her hips. Shoulders slumping, a realization hit me.

"Oh, I…this is your bag." I managed to get out, standing up straight.

"It would appear so." Her eyes were still fixed on me and her tone was annoyed.

"Right." I nervously scanned the ground looking for my own bag. Spying something fluffy just under the bed I'd woken from, I leaned down and grabbed at it but at once it was up and had sufficiently scratched my hand. Apparently I'd just seized a cat...Sighing, I did my best to ignore the stares I was getting and went on an avid search for my bag. If this was what the rest of the day was going to be like, why was I even bothering?

I finally did find it and looked around helplessly for a schedule of some kind. The girls had already gone, a bit scared to be around me I think. So there I was, realizing just how big of a job this was going to be. Why…how had this happened? Things weren't supposed to happen like this…just not like this.

'You were the one who wanted this so very badly, make the most of it' the voice in my head was back again. I smiled at the notion that popped into my thoughts: Hearing voices no one else can hear, isn't a good thing, not even in the wizarding world.

Feeling a bit better, I grabbed my transfiguration text and note book, and, deciding I might be able to run up to the tower during lunch (if I could find it again), left for the dining hall. As I wound my way around to the ground floor, excitement started building in me. I could scarcely believe how amazing everything looked up close and how real it was. Was I ever a sucker for beautiful architecture!

With every step I took, the reality of all this was starting to hit me harder and harder. I was soon outside the Great Hall and just standing there, it was hard to make a decision. Finally, I went in. Immediately, overwhelmed was all I could feel. Floating candles, a sunny, bright sky where the ceiling should've been, more gothic styled windows much taller than myself, and hundreds of witches and wizards all in black gowns talking excitedly over warm, buttered rolls and toast. Starting to remember why I wanted all of this so badly, I slowly made my way over to the Gryffindor table. At first I was worried over not being able to find a seat, but out of nowhere a vacancy seemed to appear across from Fred Weasley (at least, I was pretty sure it was Fred…) and Oliver Wood. My eyelids blinked a couple of times out of surprise and inquisitiveness before I got to sitting down.

I slipped off my bag and let my things down, at once going for the porridge, toast and bacon. I hardly ever got breakfast on school days at home, so a meal before class was quite a welcome opportunity.

"Good mornin' Chase, trust you slept well."

A great lurch seemed to take place in the pit of my stomach and the balance my body was trying to maintain was suddenly being threatened. Looking up, my eyes were met with a flurry of brown eyes, light russet hair and the shock I couldn't have avoided if I'd tried flooded my system. Swallowing, I tried desperately to at least return Oliver's smile, but my jaw was clenched so hard that I doubt my expression even partially resembled something friendly.

He was sitting right in front of me. I could scarce believe it, but it was true. Many a time I'd tried to convince myself that he wasn't that big of a deal. But every time I laid eyes on Gryffindor's Quidditch team captain, something very feral inside of me snapped. However, now was not a great time to let a boy get me flustered. Keeping my eyes on my porridge I spoke up, trying to sound as normal as bloody possible.

"Erm, Oliver, I was wondering…when are the umm, practices again?"

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Fred and Alicia looking at me strangely. Looks like I just made a fool of myself yet again this morning. This has got to be some sort of humiliation record.

"Every night but Sundays…as always." His soft smile was all that saved me from feeling even more idiotic.

"Oh, okay, right…" this was getting downright wrong. I didn't pride myself on many things, but lying well was one of the few I did. And what was this! This was pathetic. If I couldn't keep my cool I should at least be able to lie properly.

I was soon finished with my meal and as I looked up I caught sight of something. The Ravenclaw table. A sigh left my lips and I frowned, gathering my things. I'd always been a Ravenclaw at heart. I wasn't much of a fan of the Gryffindor house and had always seen that as the one big difference between myself and Chase Trenton. There were others of course, but this seemed to stick out the most to me. So of course being a Gryffindor was all fine and dandy for Chase. But not for me.

I tried to brush it off for now. I had classes to get to and no idea how to find them. Thankfully Oliver was getting up as well. Hopefully I could follow him to Transfiguration and get myself in order there. I had some heavy duty thinking to do.

"Hey Oliver, wait up."