Okay, so I wrote this because...well I just finished the first movie and I wanted to write . Okay, so if you've read my other stories, I'm working on them, okay? I just...get distracted...a lot. I have A.D.D., though I haven't been diagnosed with it I know I do. I get distracted easily. I even have that shirt that says: They say I have A.D.D. But they just don't understand—oh look, a chicken! Yeah I know, I'm random but WHATEVER! Anyways, as I was saying at the beginning, or well...was trying to say...This is obviously a new story! EXCEPT, wait for it...

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Wait for it more...

I'M IN THE WIZARDING WORLD OF HARRY POTTER!

No not the theme park at Universal (it really wasn't as good as I thought it would be) but the actual world created by JK Rowling. I, Lindsey (insert made up last name here) magically gets transported into the world of the Golden Trio. I hope you like it—YOU BETTER LIKE IT! Juuuusssstttt kidding 3 I love you! Anyways, please review, tell me what you think. I'm thinking...I'll write another chapter after...five reviews? Yeah I'm thinking around five or six. ANYWAYS! Here it goes! I'm so excited!

Chapter One

"Lindsey, are you up?" I heard my mother call from the other side of the door. "Mhm," I mumbled from under my comforter, the latest Harry Potter book propped up on my knees. "Well come downstairs, breakfast is ready." I heard my mother walk down the hallway and then very noisily walk down the stairs.

I blinked a few times before throwing the cover from my head, looking around the dim room, the light blocked from thick black curtains in the windows. I wasn't goth, though black was my favorite color. Maybe that was why two years earlier, me and one of my best friends Ginny had painted my room black, the ceiling and the frames a midnight blue.

It had always amused me that her name was the same as a character in my favorite book series. Harry Potter. However, Ginny Weasley's name was actually Ginerva while Ginny Gatherer's (the friend I spoke previously of) name was actually Virginia. I smiled as I saw several Harry Potter objects scattered around the room. The action figures, books, horcruxs, house bookmarks, and even a Ravenclaw tie I had bought when I went to the Harry Potter theme park this summer with my family. However, there were various other things, stacks of different books littered my room, pictures of friends hung on my walls, as well as a very random Quest for Camelot kids puzzle my best friend Kendall had bought me a few weeks earlier.

I sighed and got out of bed, about to turn away when the book suddenly shot open to the page I had closed it on. I walked closer, hesitantly picking up the book and reading the first few paragraphs aloud:

"Harry, Ron, and Hermione struck out for the opposite shore. The lake did not seem to be deep: Soon it was more a question of fighting their way through the reeds and mud than swimming, and at last they flopped, sodden, panting, and exhausted, onto slippery grass.

Hermione collapsed, coughing and shuddering. Though Harry could have happily lain down and slept, he staggered to his feet, drew out his wand, and started casting the usual protective spells around them."

I sighed softly as I closed the book. If only Harry Potter were real, if only there really were dragons, goblins, hippogriffs and giants. I would rather live in that world then her world, filled with overprotective and bipolar mothers, evil stepfathers, and the pressures of senior year. If Ilived the world of Harry Potter, I would be a seventh year, just like the Golden Trio. And Draco Malfoy, I had always had an odd fasination with the Slytherin Prince.

I set the book back down on my bed. "But this world isn't real. How could it? It was written from the imagination of JK Rowling's mind. Nothing more..."

I closed my eyes, and for an instant, everything was normal, calm. Then suddenly, I felt as if I were being pressed inward from all sides, as if my lungs were collapsing. This was what I had imagined apparating would feel like.

What seemed like hours later, the pressure was gone. I didn't open my eyes, but ran my hands over my body, making sure I still felt alive. I was still in my overlarge green St. John Fisher college sweatshirt and a pair of black sweatpants. I felt fine, but it didn't seem right. I wiggled my toes, making sure they were still working. But instead of feeling the rough wooden floor beneath my feet, I felt grass.

My eyes shot open and I looked across the lake at the large dragon who was lapping up huge amounts of water. I heard a gasp to my right and I turned, only to be greeted by the shocked faces of the Golden Trio.

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