The day that I woke up was the one-day I should have slept through. I woke up that day at about nine in the morning, late for me. Usually I woke up at about six or seven in the morning, bright and early for a good start, so I could see mom before work, dad, before he went to bed. It was Sunday, and I had stayed up late. Hell, why not? I glanced up at the empty air above my head and sighed.

I had to get up, no matter what I didn't want to do. I wanted to sleep some more, but I wanted breakfast, too. Something I only provided myself when I was too tired to wake up without the help of something good and healthy to eat before my eyes decided to stop drooping. I sat up and got dressed slowly, unwilling to really leave my bed.

"I wonder if we can go to the bookstore today?" I asked the air curiously. We, being my Mom, Dad and I. I wanted to get the last Harry Potter book that had been released, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I wasn't ecstatic, but I was excited that it was out. I could read it soon, myself. I turned on my radio and the first song I heard was an old song by Matallica.

"Doctors,

Imprisoning me,

All that I see,

I cannot move,

I cannot see,

Absolute horror!

I cannot live;

I cannot die,

Judging myself,

I am not my whole self…!"

"Doctors," it continued on, and I bobbed my head arithmetically to the music…

"Have taken my sight,

Taken my speech,

Taken my hair and taken my arms,

Taken my legs taken my soul!

Everything I believe!"

There was a lot in that song. I admired it, loved it. I also knew what it meant. I bobbed my head to the music and sang along with the lyrics. The song was a good one to have around, helping me wake up on mornings like this.

I glanced up at the mirror and smiled at it. My reflection smiled back. I have long, semi-dark blond hair and pale Germanic skin and hazel eyes, a small jaw line that gives me the perfect look for my face, and I am only five foot four at most. I wore deep blue jeans and a deep blue shirt with a white cat on it, that had big, bright orange eyes, and a angels hoop over its head, half of it on the cats head. It sizzled a bit, smoldering smoke floating over the cats' right ear, and under the sitting cat, it read: "Do I look innocent to you?"

I chuckled at it, thinking that it was cute. I was in the middle of putting my shoe on, when I nearly fell over, hopping to regain my balance, I fell against the mirror, and gasped when I hit the floor. I winced, having landed hard on my right elbow. I looked up to see a very surprised looking old lady that looked exactly like my version of what I imagined a hippy might look like, without the rainbow colors. I groaned inwardly as I scrambled up, and looked around.

I was the center of attention, all right. Every single face in the room was looking as me, which must have looked horrendous, and pathetic, holding one shoe, and the old hippy lady was already talking about how the constellation Capricorn had been a sign of immense misfortune for me. I was ready to start flipping out. I turned to her, a look of blame on my face.

"Where am I? Did you bring me here?" I asked, and when she looked at me, I saw confusion in her face, her eyes. "No, I didn't. If I had, I would have said as much, dearie." I blanched at her, but felt something tugging at my senses, my eyes drooped, and the next thing I felt was a falling sensation.

I never hit the floor. I never felt anything, except for the warm folds of darkness caressing over me in a comforting wave of sleep.

The next new chapter will be up soon, people! I'll ask you to review because I love to know that my stories are being enjoyed. This is the first time I've posted a Harry Potter FF, but hey, there's always a first, right? I hope you enjoyed it, and if you have anything to say, then please feel free to tell me in a review. Thanks.

-Carrie.

-Meethrill.