Mistress Of Magic

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A/n

Chapters with ~ in the title have been lightly edited (only grammar and some spelling). I haven't changed or altered the plot line, yet, so you don't have to re-read anything unless you want to.

* mean re written
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A groan leaves my lips as I am finally abotnto move my body once more. Opening my eyes, i find my vision is met with complete and utter darkness. A blink a few times to see if that would help. It doesn't. I slowly sit up, only to hit my head on what sounded like and felt like wood.

I gingerly reach my hands pit in front of me only to pull them back harshly, and a squeal leaves my lips this time instead.

"Ew, what did I just touch? Please, please tell me that wasn't a spider Web." I continue to cringe as I wipe my hands and the course ground below me. But as I feel around I feel circle ridges and the occasional soft patch of fabric. "Am I on a mattress?" I question out loud to myself as I try and build a mental image of the space I was. Turning to sit the other way I stretch my hands out again and feel a slim object brush the side of my hand.

I start taking deep breaths and try to ignore my rising panic as I set a goal in my mind. Find light. Once I found light I could come op with a plan. I grasp the object that had brushed my hand, it felt like a cord of rope. I follow with down and stop when I feel a cold smooth, almost stone like object tied to the base. Taking the chance I pull the cord. There was a click sound and I let go.

I breath a sigh of relief as light fills the space. I blink a few times to allow my eyes to adjust and find I am sat in what appears to me a cupboard under the stairs. I look down at myself and see I am wearing a pair of beige cargo trousers and a grey cotton shirt, yet I was practically swimming in the excess fabric.

Seeing the small door next to me I slowly push it open.  When I don't see or hear anyone I clamber out and suddenly a blinding pain floods my head making me fall back to the ground with a scream.

Images fill my head. Images of a life I did not live. The life of a 10 year old named Adaline Lillian Potter.

If feels like hours have gone by when the pain stops and I couldn't be sure I hadn't passed out at some point. 

Standing once more a look around and find I mirror attached to the wall near the door beside a dark wood side table that housed a tall vase with fake plants and a large oval key dish that was too big for table. Stumbling over, I look at my reflection.

I state at the reflecting not quite beloved what in seeing.  The reflection looked nothing like me. In fact, the reflection was 10 years to young.  I lift my hand the scratch my nose, and the reflection moves with me.  I try again, and the same thing happens.

I move, she's moves

I stop, she stops

"Is that me?"

My bottle blue eyes and golden blonde hair and been replaced with bright emerald green eyes and unruly brownish black hair that fell down my back in large yet wild curls. My face now had a splattering of freckles over my nose and cheeks.

"Holy shit!"

Waking up in the body of a 10-year-old girl was the last thing I expected to happen when I died.

The last memory I had was listening to my parents saying goodbye to me after I became brain dead while in a car accident.

It was at that precise moment that my brain starts to understand the memories I had received. I was in the body of Harry Potter. Or at least the female version.