Portal to Potter Paradise

Chapter One

" Shush! This is like a library!"

I try my very best to keep my siblings well behaved in public, but they just can't learn, can they? Always talking during church, quarrelling in libraries, and hurting each other at home. The adults' excuses are, "They just don't know any better...". When I was their ages, I was the little angel that everyone adored because I was always on my best behavior! I can't even see how we are all related...

Nelson walked off to the Junior section of Barnes and Noble, while I went hunting for where they keep the J.K. Rowling books. I have already finished the series, and I also have all the books. But they have some really cool merchandise that I want to snatch up before they start being discontinued.

I spent 15 minutes looking for the table with the colorful books displayed on it. But turns out, they were right near the entrance we came in. Talk about a face-palm moment.

I looked carefully at 'Quidditch Through The Ages' and ' Fantasic Beasts and Where To Find Them'. I wanted to make sure they were official copies. I picked up each wand box, and inspected the wand inside. Hermione's wand I already had at home, and I want another with an illuminating tip.

My feet started to ache, and I mentally groaned. Being completely bored, and just for the fun of it, I opened up Harry Potter and The Order of the Pheonix and started to read.......

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I must not tell lies, Harry wrote. The cut in the back of his right hand opened, and began to bleed afresh.

I must not tell lies. The cut dug deeper, stinging and smarting.

I must not tell lies. Blood trickled down his wrist.

Getting lost in Rowling's words was not hard for me at all. The way she described situations put a fresh and clear image in my mind of what was happening. I was unaware that my name had been called over the intercom three times, before my dad and brother found me. How much time has past?

"Alex! We have been looking for you!" My brother exclaimed. I looked at my surroundings. Where the Harry Potter table was, was like a clearing in the middle of the woods. No surrounding bookshelves or furniture. How could they not find me?

"You can stay here for a few more minutes, we still have to cash out, okay?" my dad said, eagerly and itching to get out of the store. I nodded, and glued my eyes back onto the book's pages.

I began flipping pages, and when I reached a part where Harry was writing to Sirius, or 'Padfoot', I noticed an unusual mark in the page, near where the opposite pages met. It seemed to be written recently, because when I touched it, the ink smeared. I looked at it for a few seconds, and the mark disappeared, and been written again.

"Like Tom Riddle's diary..." I muttered to myself.

I touched the mark one more time, and I was pushed, or rather pulled, into a swirling vortex of blue.

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The blue and white swirls were hypnotizing. It made me feel dizzy, and nauseous. I felt like I was traveling through a tunnel. It seemed like hours before I reached the end.

I felt something hard, like concrete, hit my forehead. I shut my eyes tight, because of the searing pain. I rolled around in what seemed like a silk, flowy bathrobe. The pain in my head seemed like too much to open my eyes. All of a sudden, I felt a tip of a stick being held up to my heart. I had blocked out all sound, if there was any, until I heard a British voice say, "Who the bloody hell are you and where did you come from?"

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