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Breakfast at the great hall

I went to the Great Hall with Ron.
"Where's Harry Potter?" I asked, in my British accent.
"Haven't seen him since...yesterday night," Ron said. Well, at least what I think he meant to say, because that ginger dude had his mouth full of chicken and mashed potato. Instead I heard "blah blah blah...yurhstudahy noihgt." Gosh. Can't believe the person I'm supposed to be married this...
I rolled my eyes and saw a guy with jet black hair and green eyes rushing towards us. Harry Potter. Oh god.
"Ron, Hermione. Sorry I'm late. Wait...Is that mashed potato and gravy?" Harry licked his lips. "Yum."
"Harry, you won't believe this. Hermione was late this morning. Late!! She's never late. She overslept! And she said her name was Rachel, not Hermione. Plus she was speaking in an American accent!! Bloody hell, Harry!" Ron gulped down his juice and started eating again. Greedy guts.
Harry looked at me suspiciously.
What if I tell them I'm actually Rachel, that I'm not from here? Will I change the Harry Potter plot? I decided to stick with the original plot, in case telling them the truth will damage the whole story. "Well, Ronald. I... I had a bad dream... My name was, uh, Rachel and I was... American! There!" I said cheerfully, yet I felt uneasy inside.
Harry stared at me like I lost my marbles; but decided to eat again. Whew. That was close.
After breakfast, we went to Charms.

Hi! Please vote and comment your reviews! I might not include all parts of the book, (sorcerer/philosopher's stone) but I will try to finish the whole fanfic. After the whole story I might start book two! The Chamber Of Secrets. Please comment reviews and read! Thx!💕💁💅 -Rachel