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Note: This is a Parody. We are very aware of the fact that even in the wonderful wizarding world, people don't just get sent back in time to an alternate universe. Though, we can't say the same about Doctor Who, (that was a low blow) Supernatural... you get the idea. The vague plot of this story (without giving too much away) is that a very lucky Potterhead (who runs a very quality blog) manages to get sent back into the world of her favourite stories. All said and done, we hope you enjoy our story.

Susie, Ally and Rosa.
A Terrible Trio
P.S Don't flame us for any HP opinions stated, they're jokes, we promise. They probably don't reflect our own, although some of them might.

Prologue- Um... Bad luck perhaps? My life is kinda totally over forever.

Moving to anywhere from any place sucks. Or at least it does when you're a kid who has no desire to be anywhere other than the place they've called home for the last 16 (well almost) years. Add in the fact that I'm not just moving hundreds of miles away from all I've ever known, but out of the best city of all time, oh and all my friends.

Who wouldn't be upset moving from London (the most diverse place in the world) to Surrey, home of garden centres and tea shops? Where on my sixteenth birthday, I'll be alone all day, no friends in sight, parents settling into their new jobs. Sounds fun doesn't it? And after planning the summer of a lifetime with my best friend Maddy, including: Boyfriend hunting (the fictional type), ice cream, and hoping for good exam results; I was going to be very lonely, at the very least. That much was certain.

Suddenly realising what I was doing was like a punch to the head. The patheticness astounding, even for me. The angst comparable to Bella when Edward left her-ridiculous. It wasn't like it was the end of the world- that had already been predicted for December, it was just the end of my world. Which, putting into context, involving the universe and everything, was unbelievably superficial-even for a teenage girl.

Shoving thoughts of me being ungrateful to the back of my mind, I grabbed my fluffy toy snake, (which had my Slytherin scarf wrapped around it) and brought it to my chest in a tight embrace. I had had Longbottom (yes, I do see the irony) since I was 6, as it was my favourite animal after I first read Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone. Not quite understanding the book all too well I had dismissed it as boring and taken the name Longbottom for my snake because it seemed like a name a snake would have. Only a year later, coming across the book whilst tidying my room, I had taken up the task of reading it again, upon advice from my mother and quickly become obsessed.

Mum introducing me one of the many reasons, she, along with my dad are amazing. Time and time again they had sacrificed their own wants and needs for mine and saying I was eternally grateful would be an understatement. Adding in the small fact of them putting up with my...addictions? Is that not too harsh a word? Either way it's pretty accurate, and they don't seem to mind. Hell, if anything they supply the fuel to it, providing me with all the books and films, along with some extras, such as my Slytherin scarf. All this making them truly wonderful people and parents.

Of course all this is not to say they are always right, in fact every so often many incredible people make horrible mistakes. Such as deciding to move to Surrey, I mean for god's sake! Why?!

Almost instantly I realised I was starting to angst again and rapidly chased my thoughts to the good side of things. After all, in every fist-clenching situation there is always one silver lining. Mine being the street we're moving to, the one amazing, delightful place in the whole of Surrey. We are moving to...wait for it... Privet Drive. I kid you not. Me, like I assume most other Potterheads, thought Joanne had made it up, had chosen a random name and place to have one of the most important fictional characters in the universe grow up. She clearly hadn't. The false house at the Harry Potter Experience, I had seen a design, definitely based on the house I was about to move into.

Turning off the light by the side of my bed, the laptop's (currently placed on my lap as I sat up in bed) screen lit up the room. The last thing I saw before I shut it down being a picture of a three-way hug between Emma Watson, Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint; on tumblr.

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The car trip took forever, even though Surrey isn't actually that far away. The argument that if Floo Powder or Apparition were actually things, travel would be a whole lot easier, raging around in my head as I did. Don't get me started in plot holes in HP. I mean, if Floo Powder is cheaply available for everyone to use, why couldn't they just let the Hogwarts students get there that way? Ugh.
As I hummed along to my music, I looked back on the presents I had received this morning. My friends being the awe-inspiring people they are had gotten up extremely early (6 O Clock, if you were wondering) and had given me all my presents, along with a heart-felt goodbye. I had received a replica Tardis necklace (Yes I'm a whovian as well), and many other fandomy things, including a buttload of badges and a Slytherin Tie (Slytherin for life witches!), proving that my friends were almost too good to be true. Almost

Anyway, Privet Drive didn't look like how it looked in the film; I know that it was a set, but I was a little bit disappointed that old Warner Bros couldn't have done it better...or that where I was moving didn't look more similar. It was still totally awesome, though. Not as cool as the real thing, but still. It took awhile to move in all the stuff we brought, and even then the delivery people hadn't arrived with our furniture and whatnot. Again, apparition. Just saying. Meaning that I was alone to greet them and get some of our stuff sorted as mum and dad had to go into their new work and get sorted for tomorrow. Leaving me alone, just as I predicted would happen tomorrow as well, an empty house for company. Sadly I spent the day playing chess, on my laptop, at level one and still losing. The internet planned to be set up next week.

Of course the lack of stuff was a problem, it only arriving just after the clocks had hit 10pm. After what felt like hours our beds were finally sorted and I was utterly exhausted. When I finally went up, as midnight came, there was something on the bed. A small, brown, unremarkable box. It occurred to me that it was now my birthday. Happy 16th, me. You can now drive a car. Kind of.

The box was lying on my pillow. I opened it with much apprehension, though I assumed it was from my parents. Mysteriousness was their way. Inside was a thin golden chain. I pulled at the chain until the box fall back onto the bed as it gave way to an intricate sphere on the end. Inspecting it closely, I realised that it was not a sphere, and instead a tiny sand-timer, with glittering silver grains inside it. A perfect replica of the Time-Turner in the books, compete with golden bars surrounding it to protect it from harm. It was, truth be told, beautiful (although I didn't know if that was the fangirl within me speaking). I marvelled at it for a moment, wondering how much it cost, and where they got it from. The packaging gave nothing away, being plain and dull. The jewellery itself bore no hallmark, no "Made In China" or "(C) Warner Bros 2012" imprinted on the back. A flawless replica, right down to the tiny patterns on the miniscule glass orbs.

I wrapped it around my neck. It was late, and if I went downstairs to thank my parents, chances are they would be angry that I wasn't asleep already. I changed into my PJs, sighing slightly as I slipped into bed. All joking aside, it would take a while to get used to this new place, though I wasn't too far away from my old life. I could still visit my friends; it just wouldn't be the same.

As I absentmindedly fiddled with the necklace that still lay around my neck, I discovered a little knob at the side, which turned the timer. I flipped it as I stared into the darkness. Once, twice, three times. I spun it in time with my breaths, in an attempt to calm myself after, what could be only described as a stressful day. Only stopping as a small wind picked up, ruffling my hair. I tried to sit up, thinking that I had left the window open, but found myself frozen in place. It was then that I panicked. Was I having some form of a seizure? Maybe I was dreaming this, and I was already asleep; though the cool wind whipping around me caused the hairs on my arms to stand on end, felt real enough, dreams could be deceiving. I was forced to stare into the darkness, although it wasn't totally dark any more. In fact, the small pendulum around my neck was beginning to emit a soft, warm light. Definitely a dream. My fingers, still frozen around it, began to warm up, the heat spreading to the rest of my body. For a brief moment, the room was bathed in a bright yellow glow, and then back to black again. My mind became black, too.

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New chapter up within the next two weeks!