A Day In The Life

Disclaimer: Okay, u know the drill: not mine, J.K. Rowling's…. nothing is mine….. damn cruel world….anyway…

Summary: Amy Clairtonare lives in our world, the world of reality, but one fateful night, that world is tossed upside down, and she's transported into the world of Harry Potter! But who wants her there, and why? (Author's Note: okay, so I suck at summaries, so sue me) also, i thought this story up post fifth book, and it wouldn't work post sixth, so please bear with me.

!Before u read!

Okay, whatever I'll need to write before any chapters, I'll write here. Number one: PLEASE REVIEW! I really need ur honest opinions b/c i can't improve unless u help me. oh, and if u review plz tell me if u'd rather have short or long chapters. And number two: i'm sorry if i don't update very often in the near future, believe it or not, i'm having a major homework overload (yuck).

Also, the story goes: I thought this up before the sixth book came out (see above), I wrote the first few chapters, and then I stopped like…'till now. Now I'm re-fix-a-rating them and hopefully continuing. And they all lived happily ever after. End of story.

Well, that's all for now, hope u enjoy!

P.S. Hey Joy! Made her American just for you

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Chapter One

There was nothing unusual about it at first glance. It had arrived in the mailbox with the usual junk and bills that afternoon, carefully wrapped in very regular crisp, brown paper and sent to the door via a very regular mail truck. It was a fairly thick, heavy, square parcel, with a few stamps of owls. On the front, scrawled in small, neat print were these words:

Amelia Clairtonare

3 Alfemore Road

Brooktown,

SD, USA

At the time its recipient, 16 year old Amy, was just on her way home from soccer practice ( A/N: football, whichever works best for you. Just using American since that's where she's supposed to be from), blissfully unaware that anything universe imploding had been sent to her door, addressed to none other than herself.

If anyone knew what this package had arrived to do, they would have been slightly surprised; why choose exactly Amy? She was more or less average in any way on the outside. Average height, elbow length blonde hair, and hazel eyes, she never really bothered with her appearances as much as the girls around her. She didn't even fit into any clichéd category that one tends to put people in. If one were to judge her by what met the eye, they wouldn't dwell on it for too long.

The first thing that caught her eye when she came to the door was the package. Amy was going to open it as soon as she got to her front door, but then stopped. It could be anything, she thought, anything from

anyone... it could be dangerous. She may have seemed to be over reacting, but then again, no one ever sent her mail, and if they did, it would only be a birthday card every year from her Aunt Gale and Uncle Peter.

Plus, she hadn't been called Amelia since four years ago, when she was twelve on a trip to her grandparents'

house and the woman at the airport had read her passport aloud. Maybe it was from them, but then again, they would have definitely have put their return address on the back, which this package was clearly missing.

That brought her to another idea: a secret admirer! But just as quickly as she left planet earth, gravity got hold of her. Who was she kidding? No one had crushed on her seriously since the third grade!

Deciding not to trouble herself any more with that thought, she turned her attention back to the parcel. Well, why not? Whatever it is can't be that terrible, right?

She let herself in, flung the mail on the counter in her kitchen, ran to her room, and was about to tear the parcel open when she heard the click of her front door being opened.

"Honey, I'm here! Did you get the mail? The box is empty!" It was her mother; she was home from work early. Amy groaned inwardly, the box would just have to wait.

"Yeah, I got it, it's in the kitchen!" Amy called back.

"Could you come down here? I need you to help with dinner tonight!"

"Okay, I'm on it!" Amy said, losing hope, and absent mindedly shoving the box under her bed.

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The rest of the day went by normally; dinner, T.V., and then homework. Amy had forgotten about what lay under her bed completely.

It was already 11:30 by the time she climbed into her bed, exhausted from the history project that she had been finishing. Her mind was already in that half asleep state, with King Henry the eighth weaving repeatedly in and out of her groggy thoughts when she felt something prodding at her sub consciousness. She felt as if she had forgotten something, something important… What was it? She turned over, trying to get some sleep, but it just wouldn't come. She tried to retrace her steps, and then it hit her: the parcel, it was still under her bed!

She stuck her hand under her bed and felt around for it. Sure enough, she'd hit something hard, and picked it up, inspecting it in the faint moonlight outside her window.

Somehow, it looked different, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Her heart skipped a beat; it had moved, she was sure of it. Like a quick pulse, or the single tick of a clock. She dropped it on her bed, and examined it again. It looked normal enough, so she decided that it had only been her imagination. Ever so slowly, she began to tear the package by the edges. She then slid out the contents: a piece of parchment and a fairly thick book.

By now, Amy could barely contain her excitement, and hastily switched on her lamp by the side of her bed. She decided to read the note first. There, in the same small, neat print, were these words:

Amelia,

Wait for 12:00.

Open the book.

Do not be afraid.

-HMD

She read over it a second time, and then a third. It was definitely easy enough to understand, but why? And who was HMD... And who even used their middle initial to sign a letter? This was getting stranger by the minute. Maybe she shouldn't open it... but then again, what would happen? Her curiosity got the best of her... she'd just peek at the cover, that was okay, right? It didn't say anything about looking at the book's cover.

Harry Potter and... Amy read. What was...? She looked really closely at the dots; they weren't tiny letters as she'd expected them to be, it just looked like someone had trailed off in the middle of their sentence. That was strikingly peculiar, but she decided to let it pass. Maybe she should open it like the note had said, exactly at 12:00 and find out what kind of secret was being kept in between the covers.

After a momentary relapse of her conflict of curiosity, she decided and glanced at her digital clock: 11:59 and 50 seconds... 51... 52...Amy felt her alms start to sweat, she didn't know why, but she was feeling nervous...54...55... Her heart beat faster and faster, like she was about to take off...57... The lights began to flicker on and off, and the book began trembling viciously. Amy wanted to drop it, but just couldn't do it, as if some invisible power was binding her to it...58...59...Amy opened the book to the first page, which was completely blank, except for one single sentence, written in the middle of the page in the same handwriting as before:

Amy woke up with a terrible headache.

But Amy wasn't even there to read it, because in a flash of bright light, she'd disappeared.

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Mysterious enough for you? Well guess what, I'm not telling! You'll have to read it yourself! WAHAHAHAHAHAHA... Sorry, too much sugarless gum... anyway, PLEASE

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