Delilah Harp hates her everyday life and her cruel mother. She wants nothing more than to just escape into the world of fiction. Until one day she does. She finds herself in a new world, a new reality... The world of Harry Potter.
Here she finds her...
The voices were so clear now. It were as if they were only a room away.
Slowly Delilah began to regain her vision. The darkness was fading from her eyes and light slipped in in its place, the adjustment blinding her.
She tried to focus on the voices in attempt to ignore the stinging of her eyes.
She laid her blurry eyes on her covers and waited for her vision to gain clarity.
As her eyes finally adjusted they focused upon a navy silk sheets that covered where she lay.
What. The. Fuck.
She snapped her head up in shock. Those were not her usual yellowing sheets.
As her head snapped up she saw the room that lay before her. Facing her was a large, traditional fireplace with picture frames and a variety of candles littering the mantelpiece. To her left stood proudly a large, wooden chest and to her right a large, decorated mirror.
She jumped out of bed at once and hurried to the mirror. The silk sheets falling to a carpeted floor.
She practically flung herself in the mirror but took a step back once she saw her reflection.
The girl that stood before her in the mirror was Delilah Harp. The simple, teenage girl: Delilah Harp. Black haired and violet eyed, short and muscular. Nothing had changed.
But her surroundings did not fit the world of Delilah Harp.
She watched the mirror mimic her as she pinched herself again and again but the high ceiling and queen sized bed did not disappear.
'I must be dreaming,' she thought, eyes wide.
But then she reached her hand up to caress her face. As her hand glided over her prominent bruise she felt a wince of pain.
How could she feel pain if this was all just a dream?
She made her way across the room to where the pictures in their frames rested. She inspected the first one in the row.
Her mouth fell open at what she saw.
It was a picture of her with a bunch of people she did not know, large smiles spread across each of their faces. Except, she did know them. In fact, she knew all there was to know about them.
She picked up the next photo and the next, but they all depicted the same set of people; some displayed a familiar embraced, others a candid snap.
Still, she stood in awe and great confusion.
The voices entered her awareness again.
She looked around at the room again, although it seemed well used and loved, it felt new and strange to her. Then she walked reluctantly towards the door, towards the voices, afraid of what may hide behind the door.
For a moment she hesitated. She felt the cool of the doorknob beneath her grasp and she took a deep breathe. She pleaded for confidence and certainty just as she had pleaded the moon for an escape only moments ago.
Her curiosity over powered her nerves and she felt the doorknob turn under her hand.
When she pulled the door open at last, she saw the most extraordinary sight.
Kids ran from end to end of the large, pristine room. She saw cats crawling from nook to nook and trembled in awe as she watched food appear at the snap of students' fingers.
By the red painted walls, and lion painted posters, she knew only too well where she was.
Gryffindor Common Room at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It was at this moment for the first time all night, that she no longer had a pit of nerves in her stomach. Instead she was filled with immense joy and uttermost excitement.
She was really here.
She had always read about shifting, a concept many other kids her ages were experimenting with in which one shifted from their current realty to their desired reality, but she never imagined that it could be a real thing.
As she stood emerged by the bustle and noise of the Gryffindor Common Room, she silently thanked the moon.
A thought flickered into her head and Delilah eagerly scanned the room. Her eyes fell upon exactly when she had been looking for and she couldn't help the huge smile that spread across her face.
On a small couch in the far end of the common room sat a group of 5 people she knew all too well.
On one side sat the bright haired Ron Weasley, the book-in-hand Hermione Granger and the lightening bolt scarred Harry Potter. The fangirl in her squealed in delight.
And beside them, to Delilah's great delight sat an identical pair, grin from ear to ear. The Fred and George Weasley.
As Lola stood, staring at them like a dumbass who just struck gold, Fred met her eyes.
A flash of nerves spurred through her but he just smiled and waved her over eagerly. She looked beside him to George, who only did the same thing.
She forced her feet to move towards them, dodging stray spells and a pair chasing after a golden snitch flying through the air.
When she arrived at the couch George jumped up and with a huge smile pulled her into a warm hug. She felt another pair of arms wrap around her from the other side, Fred's.
She breathed in deeply their scent, a smell of card decks and warm butterbeer. She had never in her life felt so safe, so welcomed. She was sure she would cry any moment now.
She whimpered internally as they released, but rejoiced as they stood towering beside her, leaning an arm on each of her shoulders.
'Hey Delilah,' said Harry's distinct voice.
'Hi Harry. And Hermione and Ron.' She smiled to herself at the pure ability to be able to say these words. She felt better than a kid on Christmas morning. Better than she had ever felt in her entire life.
She couldn't concentrate on their conversation, she was too overwhelmed to listen to what they were actually staying.
She just stood there happily listening to the sound of their voices.
"Are you okay?" She heard Fred whisper to her softly after a while.
"Yeah." She replied smiling, "More than you know."
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