Every one at some point in time of their life wishes that they could live the life of a character in their favorite book, television show, or movie. I actually got to do it.
My name is Mya Hunter, and I woke up in the body of a thirteen year old fictional girl's body. My day had started pretty normal, woke up, ate breakfast, went to school, came home, did my homework, and ate dinner. A perfectly normal day, that is until I fell asleep on the couch watching my all time favorite movie, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. The next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake by a red-headed girl, in her pajamas, "Come on Hermione, wake up, we have to leave for the train soon" I blinked groggily, trying to figure out who this girl was, and why she had just called me Hermione. "Sorry, name's Mya, who are you?" the girl turned to look at me in the middle of getting dressed, "Oh ha ha, very funny Hermione, though I do like how you shortened your name, it sounds better, now hurry up and get dressed, so we can go."
I tried to shake of the strange feeling I was getting from this girl, and walked through the open bathroom door. After shutting and locking it, I turned the sink on and let the cold water run, before grabbing a handful, and splashing my face, trying to rid it of any lingering sleep. When I looked into the mirror, I felt as if someone had dropped a bucket of frozen water over my head, because looking back at me , was not my own eighteen year old face with blue eyes and straight blonde hair, but that of a thirteen year old child with whiskey colored eyes and lots of bushy brown hair that seemed to have a life of is own.
I searched my mind for anything that would help me come up with some kind of explanation, as to why I was a thirteen year old girl. As I went through all of my memories I came on what looked like a wooden door, finding this just a bit strange as I most definitely had not been thinking of a door, I pushed it open and walked inside, only to be bombarded with millions of memories, thoughts, and knowledge. I tried to organize and calm everything down, when a memory came zooming at me, it was me, or well the person that this was anyways, she stood in front of a mirror, the same one that I was, and began to talk.
"I don't have much time, I don't know when Ginny will be back," she took a deep breath then continued, "My name is Hermione Jean Granger, best friend of Harry James Potter, and I am planning on doing something extremely dangerous. You see Harry always seems to get himself into some sort of trouble each year, and I believe it would be best if at least one of us knew what may happen, and how to make t better. So to gain this knowledge I have decided to do a ritual that I found in my Ancient Runes book, that will allow me to collect all the information that I need to know. I have never tried this before, but I have to do it before we leave for Hogwarts, since I don't know how the information will get to me, I am making this memory to help me in case I wakeup confused or disoriented, there is one side effect, a very difficult one that must be came to terms with before the train ride to Hogwarts is over, and that is, this ritual cannot be reversed, what ever happens is permanent"
With that I was thrown out of my own, yet not mine, memory, and realized that it was all real, I was now Hermione Granger, and I could never go home.
