Chapter 1: Wait, what now?!

What in the world is going on here?!

Sorry, I guess I should've lay out the facts before panicking. One minute, I was in my apartment, curled up with a book, and next minute I was here. Where is here? I have no idea. Did I accidentally fall asleep while reading? Nah, I always have dreams when I sleep. This boring void is not something I would dream up.

Coma? Not possible. Why would I be in a coma?

Conclusion: I have absolutely no idea where I am or why I'm here. Heck, I don't even know if my eyes are open or closed!

Wait… Is that another person there?! I frantically scrambled (floated? Swam?) in that direction, bumping into the person.

Hold up. That person is a baby.

Oh nonononononono….

Please tell me I'm not in the situation I think I'm in…

I have been freaking out for who knows how long now. There's no sense of time in this void. It's just… empty, other than me and the baby.

So, after I calmed down, conclusion: I'm somehow supposed to be in another world. So why am I in this boring void? You'll see.

On, there's the light I was expecting! I absolutely have to beat the other baby (who I assumed was my twin) to it! When i reached it, hands grabbed me and lifted me up (painfully) into the light. i tried to scream, but it came out as a baby's wail.

Get what's happening now?

Thought so. The hands I was in passed me to another pair of hands that cleaned me and wrapped me in something warm (a blanket?). Those hands now reached for my twin, repeating the process.

We both were then passed to a red-head. Yes, my vision had finally evolved from blurry blobs to actual people. was I supposed to be glad about that?

You must be wondering why I'm not panicking. Well, I am, really. But this is definitely just a dream, so there isn't any need to panic.

The red-head woman had passed us to a man in the time I had been thinking (and simultaneously trying to stop my dream twin's crying), so I had missed the conversation between them.

"My little baby twins," he talked to us. "Alyssa and Harry Potter."

Yup, this is definitely a dream. I am not going to believe such ridiculousness (although my dreams are usually a lot weirder than this).

This dream has been going on for two months now. I'm starting to believe that it really isn't a dream and I'm actually in the HP universe.

I'm still puzzled about how, though.

I mean, come on! How can a normal girl reading a book suddenly be transported into that book! It makes no sense!

Oh no, I puffed up my cheeks.

Warning, people. Do not, ever, puff up your cheeks when you're a baby. It'll make everyone older than you want to pinch them. And it's not fun getting pinched.

There comes the topic of being a baby. It wasn't fun, but my (this world's) parents were at home all the time, and kept telling me stories of their time at Hogwarts (Dad's pranking stories were particularly funny), but they didn't know I could understand what they were saying, which was kind of sad, as I was sick of not being able to have a conversation with anyone. Heck, I would've settled for talking to my (magically dancing) teddy bear!

I was really glad that I was a girl. It would've been awkward otherwise, since I was a girl the first time around too. And again, HOW THE HECK DID I FALL INTO A BOOK?!

Okay, venting done. Sorry about that.

On a different note, I was 4 months old when I started crawling. I had been trying since a month before, people! Do not underestimate how weak babies are!

I shocked Mom and Dad (yes, I'm calling them that now), by climbing onto the dining table and saying "Mom' and "Dad". Dad bragged that I was a prodigy to anyone he could contact, and Mom wasn't shy about it either.

We also had a house elf named Tilly. I giggled and hugged her every time I saw her. Don't ask me why, because I have no idea. Tilly had a daughter named Nancy that also helped us (Harry and I) sometimes.

All 4 of them (the elves and the parents) watched as Harry and I received toy brooms for our first birthday (Alright! Potters love flying! -Dad), and I was left in the dust by Harry.

It seems flying is Harry's department.

Halloween was closing in. I wanted to scream at my parents to stop trusting the rat, but I knew I couldn't. And so the day came. The wards sounded like alarm bells, indicating that someone uninvited was here. But I was the only one who knew it was Voldemort, as the parents thought it could be a Death Eater. If only they knew.

Dad told Mom to escape through the Floo. Then he went to confront the intruder.

Why the heck did he leave his wand behind?!

I screamed, "Dad! Wand!" but I'm not sure he heard me.

Mom darted around the room gathering some essentials. She came to our crib, but there was a flash of green light and our door blew up.

Without a word, Voldemort shot the Killing Curse at Mom, and I just had enough time to think, Wait, wasn't he supposed to say Mom didn't need to die and stuff?, before he pointed his wand at Harry.

Nope. Nada. He was not going to kill the only family I had left. After all, I didn't know whether Mom's protection was in effect yet. So I rolled in front of Harry, taking the curse instead. There was some screaming from Moldy Shorts.

Maybe there was a protection! Good! was the last thought I had before blacking out.

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