Disclaimer: It's really not mine…I may look like it but really isn't…
A/N: so finally I deliver you with the latest new creation of my imagination which is what I like to call the mother of all fanfic cliché!
I any of you ever watched the brilliant show "Lost in Austen" this is the Harry Potter take of how it would've been if the show's plot happened in the potterverse! Some of the dialogs are inspired by the show and it is all from the OC character point of view. Some known and loved characters won't act as we're used to but this is a parody after so just go with the flow and enjoy yourselves.
Behind Closed Doors
It is a truth generally acknowledged that we are all longing to escape. I escape always to my favourite book, "Harry Potter". Of course there are seven of them so to be a bit more specific: "Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince". I've read it so many times now the words just say themselves in my head and it's like a window opening, and I'm actually there. It's become a place I know so intimately I can see that world; I can walk the corridors of Hogwarts. I can see Harry…
Where was I?
I'm not a crazy giggling girl or something like that. I just really love the books, I love the story, the characters, the magic, and I love the love stories!
To be honest, I wasn't that big of a fan until my cousin, Lydia, gave me my own copy for my eleventh birthday. Up until then my mum had passed away and I was to go and live with my aunt and uncle (which meant I also got to live with my cousin) and the only times I've ever been near a Harry Potter book was when my mum used to read them to me before bedtime was over. You can imagine how having being the same age as Harry and living in the same atmosphere as he did (minus the abusive relatives and magic of course), made me feel. I was no longer alone. Finally there was someone else who knew what it was to live like I do.
Just for the record, Aunt Sharon and Uncle Pete aren't evil nor is Lydia who might not be my best friend but she isn't doing me any harm.
Back to Harry, like I said I am a most dedicated fan, the first few years I read and browsed the web for Harry Potter related stories and news and later for fanfiction, not soon after the release of Half Blood Prince I began to write fanfiction myself and as soon as Deathly Hallows came I even went to a few potter themed events. So you can say I'm quite a fan.
"Reading again?" Lydia's head popped from the door frame. "Don't you think it's time you go out and see…oh I don't know… your boyfriend?"
"Mickey is having a boys' night thing." I said and Lydia walked into my room and began rummaging my ill used make up case. "I assume you're also plan on having a boy's night …thing?"
She applied lip-gloss and smiled at me from the mirror. "Something like that," she smacked her lips and turned to me. "How do I look?"
"Like you ate the whole tube."
"That's as good as it gets." She winked at me. "But seriously Soph, you're sixteen! Don't you think you should go out and live a little instead of being all hung up on Harry Potter?"
"I'm not hung up on Harry Potter. I don't sit and push the pause button every time Daniel Radcliffe is taking a bath in Goblet of Fire. I love the story! I love Harry and Ginny. I love the spells and the magic. It's become part of who I am and what I want. I may be sixteen but that doesn't mean I don't have standards."
"I'm sixteen and I have no standards." Lydia said as she picked up a scarf from the hanger by the bedroom door. "Text me if you change your mind." She took out her mobile and waved it. "I don't fancy owls." She giggled and vanished before I could throw anything at her.
"Harry looked around; there was Ginny running towards him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry –"
A buzzing. Someone's at the door.
"Mickey." I say as I open the door and in stagger my half pissed so-called boyfriend. "I thought you were having a night with the mates."
"'ello, Sophie." He smiled and gave sloppy kiss on the edge of my mouth. "Missed ye'."
"Clearly." I helped him to my bedroom before Pete and Sharon get back from their night out. "I'll make you some toast."
"Too good fer me." He murmured as he crashed onto the bad face down to my pillow.
"I just want to read my book." I muttered as I walked to the kitchen and waited for the toasts to be done.
"I love you, shophie." Said voice from behind me and I turned to see Mickey looking rather flushed in the face and his eyes not in focus. He wrapped his arms around me. "I really, really do."
"You're sloshed! You can barely stand on your feet! and this-" I untangled from the embrace before I catch on his smelly breath. "This is so unromantic and not magical at all and you! You're just…Uh!" I pushed away and stormed towards my room.
I shut the door behind me and closed my eyes and I rested my head against it.
"This is brilliant!" I opened my eyes and before me was a redhead girl wearing her nightgown and giving me a big smile. "Wicked!" she licked her lips and then slowly approached me. "Now, before you scream bloody murder let explain this whole situation, bizarre as it may be, I'm being honest here."
I just gawked at her.
"You see…umm... Dorothy?"
"Well, You see, Dorothy, there is a door in the attic of my house. It has been locked since I can remember. No one was ever able to open it as much as we tried not physically and not by magic-"
"Never mind that, it never opened until tonight when I escaped phlegm's company before I kill her." She beamed at me. "It opened tonight because of you, Dorothy. You are the key!"
"What make you think I'm the key? And why are you calling me Dorothy?"
"It's written on your clothes, Dorothy Perkins, that's not your name is it?"
"Sophie, Sophie Price."
"Nice to meet you Sophie, I'm Ginny-"
"Ginny Weasley!" I stared at her as my mouth open in a big O. "Is this a joke?" I pinched her and she punched my arm as a retort. "Oi!" I rubbed my sore arm.
"You pinched me? Why did you pinch me?" Ginny asked and she herself rubbed her right arm. "Are you mental or something?"
"Right now? I sort of think I am." I gulped and released a long sigh.
"Well you're just as sane as I am." Ginny said with a large smile. "Nothing to worry about."
"Nothing to worry about?" I repeated her words. "Ginny Weasley, a character from a book about magic has appeared out of nowhere-"
"Not out of nowhere!" Ginny said heatedly. "By magic!"
"Magic?" this was really wearing me off. "You see, Ginny, I am a real person whereas you are a pretend person. A made up character created by J.K. Rowling." I reached for the bookshelf and pulled out Chamber of Secrets. "See?" I pointed at the book's title. "She's written this book and you are in it! You are not real."
"Look, Sophie," She approached and took me hand. "I am real. All flash and bones." She gently squeezed me hand. "You did just pinch me after all."
"Tell me something I don't know." I said slowly. "Please, a piece of information that simply doesn't exist in my brain."
"My brother Bill has got engaged to a horrible-"
"Yes I know." I cut her off. "Phlegm. Wait this means Harry hasn't come yet or has he? He's off with Dumbledore trying to get Slughorn back to teach potions."
"Oh! Half Blood Prince! You're right at the beginning!" I muttered and then looked up to meet her confused face. "Tell me something else."
"The eggs of the Chinese Fireball are crimson, speckled with gold, and the shells are prized by Chinese Wizards as potions ingredient." She smirked at me once she finished.
"I never no idea what you're talking about." I said slowly.
"I know someone who works with dragons."
"But that's your brother Charley!" I called. "He told you all about dragons! That's how Ron knew what kind Norbert was."
"You believe me than?" Ginny asked.
"Show me the door, Ginny." She pointed at the wall behind us and we walked towards it.
"That's not a door." I said once I realized what it was. "I mean it looks like a door but it's been locked for years. Even before I moved in here."
"This door, Sophie, is how I got in here in the first place." Ginny said with a sly smile.
I walked to the door and slowly pushed it and it opened. It cricked as it little by little revealed a dark room fool of dusty stuff, such as broomsticks and broken chairs and what oddly looked like a beheaded teddy bear.
"I don't understand." I said quietly.
"Neither am I, Sophie." Ginny said. "But this is my house. This is my attic."
I climbed through the door and into the attic. I turned around and saw Ginny smiling at me and encouraging me to look around. I walked over to the beheaded teddy bear and caressed it. "Fred and George's work?"
All of a sudden I heard a door slam and turned around to see the door I entered from to be closed.
"Ginny!" a voice startled me and I jumped around. "Oh! You're not Ginny." A blinding light from the front of the room prevented me from seeing who it was.
"I-I'm sorry. My name is Sophie, Sophie Price."
"Nice to meet you Sophie, I'm Bill, Bill Weasley." He stepped into the light. "Would you mind telling me where my little sister is?" It was then that I notice his wand aimed at my face.
A/N: this is the end of part one. More to come in a few days.
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