A/N The Harry Potterverse belongs to JK Rowling, not me.
Prologue
"Go to your room!"
"Fine!"
Hello, my name is Cheryl Blackman, 15 years old, long black hair, grey eyes, orphan, current resident of Bakers Orphanage, London. The woman you just heard is the matron, Mrs. Downsend. How are y-
Scratch that, I hate formalities.
As I enter my room I curl up on the bed and pick up The Times newspaper, scanning it for anything interesting. It was December 2014. Nothing new on the headlines, just some crap about some celebrity having another baby. I threw the paper across the outrageously messy room to join the overflowing bin. I picked up one of the books on my bedside table, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I am quite far into the book already, and Harry and the Weasley family had just got to Grimmauld Place after Mr Weasley was attacked. I wished I could be in Harry Potter. All of a sudden, the writing on the pages glowed blue.
I looked up as everything in my room fell from the shelves as they cracked, and the wardrobe and dresser fell flat onto the floor. I clutched onto my book and I thought I heard a deep voice say "Wish." in a barely understandable exotic sounding accent.
I heard a scream, before realizing it was from me.
Suddenly, all went black.
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Wish (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)
Fanfiction15 year old Cheryl Blackman is an orphan at Bakers Orphanage. She has no friends and no family, just an old locket with Cheryl B. inscribed on the front that she had on her when she was left on the orphanage doorstep. Her sole comfort is her books...
