A/N: THE ONLY CHARACTERS THAT ARE MINE IS THE main person. The rest belong to J.K Rowling.
Dawn was breaking with full beauty. What is beauty? Beauty is not only just about how something looks. It's true definition is something that appeals to all the senses. For example, a baby might be beautiful if her eyes were brighter than the brightest stars, her cries like the calls of a nightingale. She might be beautiful if her skin has a soft glow that calms everyone around her, making her seem like an angel sent straight from Heaven.
The mother of that baby would be the happiest in the world. Can you think why she would suddenly become the saddest? Her child disappeared. In a world full of magic, that was bound to happen, as the baby could not control her powers. But that reasoning did not stop the mother from crying loudly into the night. That reasoning did not stop her from going to everyone she knew for help. The mother, who was a witch, was desperate. So desperate, she went to ask for help from the muggles.
"Please! Please help me find my child!" Was her daily cry. "We cannot madam." Was their daily response. The woman tried everything, everything to get her child back. Everyone called her a madwoman, and made fun of her. It was no surprise, that in her heart, she had lost faith in humanity. But her husband consoled her. Their child was somewhere in the universe, and was, hopefully, in a place where good people would find her and take care of her.
The husband was right. Their baby had been directly transported to the doorstep of a humble home, where lived a couple. They had been trying to get children for years, but could not manage. So, it was a pleasant surprise for them, when, one Saturday morning, they heard the cries of a child coming from outside their home. They took her in and raised her with much care. But they should have known that this fantasy full of happiness wouldn't last.
11 years later...
The happy yells of the girl had been ringing since morning. "Tomorrow's my 11th birthday!" She sang all day. Her mother, with a smile, permitted her to stay awake till midnight. When it was one hour to midnight, the girl wore a dress her mother made especially for her. She was awaiting her letter to a magic school, one she had read about in her young age. It was about a boy. The Boy Who Lived, his friends and their adventures. She loved those books, and wanted to be a part of them, so she waited, and she waited. Of course, she didn't expect to secretly have magical blood running through her veins. But there was. That girl was a true, pure-blood witch.
And she found that out at midnight. Her happy songs turned into horrifying screams, as all her memories came crashing back in her head. She remembered seeing another woman and man, smiling above her. She remembered them getting out a stick of sorts, and making object fly around the room. She could hear herself giggling as she saw them. After many minutes of mortifying silence, she spoke up. "Mommy, why didn't you tell me I was a witch?" The girl asked silently. The mother sobbed and fell down, not knowing what to say.
The girl didn't mind not being told, though. "How would mom know I was a witch?" She thought. "Even I didn't know until today." She thought for a while, and declared "I'm making it my mission to learn how to control my powers, and go back to the dimension I came from." Her muggle mother promised to help her as much as she could. Only if she promised not to leave her. The girl smiled and helped her mother up. She said that even if she did leave, she would visit her mother as much as she could. The next day, she started to train.
20 years later...
Today was the day. She would go to her magical parents, and start going to Wizarding school. The girl smiled remembering that this was her wish when she was young. she would finally fulfill it. She looked back, over the hill, at her mother, who was waving at her from the doorstep. The girl smiled and waved back, holding a tear. When she faced away, she let the deluge of emotions take over her, and started to cry. "Don't cry my dear! You'll come to visit me soon, won't you?" She heard her mother say. She chuckled and nodded. "Well then, there's nothing to cry about. Now, have a good time, and say thank you to your parents for me." "Why?" The girl yelled back, surprised. "Because I'm thankful to them for losing you. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come into my life." The woman whispered. But to the girl she smiled and waved again, going inside her house, leaving the girl dumbstruck.
"Well, here goes nothing." The girl thinks as she raises her arms in the sky. She brings them down swiftly and sharply, creating a cut in the sky. She looks back at her home and smiles, briefly remembering all the memories she made there. Then she looks back at the portal, and opens it up, wide. "The Wizarding World." She murmurs. "Here I come."
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If I was in Harry Potter...
FantasyThe daughter of a witch and wizard had been accidentally teleported to another universe, where the books of Harry Potter were written. What will happen when she finds out that she is FROM that dimension? Will she go and help the evil side or the goo...
