𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐄｡ // a harry potter fanfiction

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"Miss Song," someone whispered.

Aria shut her eyes even tighter and threw the blanket over her head, letting out a groan. She wasn't exactly the happiest person when someone tried to disturb her sleep. In fact, she'd probably cuss you out if you woke her up any earlier than she intended to.

"Mrs. Mai, one more hour please," she grumbled.

"Miss Song," she heard the voice get more anxious, "Your mother will be very upset with me if you don't wake. You have a very busy day ahead."

Mother? she thought. Who exactly was speaking to her?

Pulling the blanket down, Aria attempted to adjust her eyes to the light to see who the hell was waking her up.

"Come on, now. Your mother was very adamant about seeing Madam Malkin today for your robe fitting and you need to grab the rest of your books, of course."

She sat up quickly when an elf was in her view. Who the hell was that? Aria rubbed her eyes and just stared for a moment.

Where the fuck am I? She turned over to her and then to her left. She swore she fell asleep rewatching the Harry Potter series for the nth time at her best friend's, Iris, house last night, but after actually examining the room, it wasn't even her own to begin with either.

"Please," the elf helplessly begged, "Hogwarts isn't going to be supplying your things now."

Wait...

"Did you say Hogwarts?" she asked.

Aria thought this was some weird elaborate joke at first, but no way in hell did Iris find someone that scrawny and short to play a house elf.

"Where else would you be attending, if not Hogwarts?" he questioned back, "Your parents wouldn't be very happy if you attended elsewhere."

"Why's that?" she raised her brow.

"Don't be joking now with your long lineage of Pureblood Slytherin."

Pureblood what? Slytherin? Aria squinted with her lips pressed together. Did I somehow... go into the story? Wait, wait! Is this a British accent?

"Stop procrastinating now. First day at Hogwarts is just around the corner."

First... day? She hopped off her bed, sprinting to the first reflection she saw. First day meant first year. First year meant...

"Oh my fucking god... I'm eleven years old again," she cursed under her breath, pinching her cheeks to confirm this new reality. Aria was soaking in the spitting image of her eleven year old self.

This wasn't possible. Aria Song was a twenty-five year old adult from New Jersey, who never even stepped foot in Europe, let alone London. She was still living with her overbearing Asian parents that was never satisfied in any choices she made in her life.

But how did she end up here? How does she still have her name? Why the hell was she eleven years old?

Don't get her wrong though. She was thrilled to know that she was going to Hogwarts since she always believed her letter was lost in the mail somehow, but to become an eleven year old girl again... Plus, it wasn't like she got reincarnated or anything. She had her exact facial features from all the old albums she used to reminisce on.

Ugh, so much to take in.

"Does this mean you're getting ready now?" the house-elf innocently looked at her.

"Um, yes, of course. Tell mum I'll be down in just a moment... Before you go, what was your name again?"

"Beans, Miss," he responded then vanished with just the mere snap of his fingers. Aria couldn't help but gasp. Despite growing up watching Harry Potter, living in it was a whole new level in itself.