《A girl in Wonderland》


 Monette Brown and the Wizarding Awakening

    I read through the last book. Although I love the books, I feel that many characters shouldn''t have died. I gave up my sleep for the book, and now it overpowers me. I fall asleep at the table besideHarry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.


    In my dream, I am a five-year-old playing with toys. But these are different, not like the ones we have in our world. Nonetheless, I play with them. A redhead woman approaches me and picks me up. I didn''t know her but it is a dream so I don''t think much. It is a dream but why does everything feels so real, like it exists.


    She takes me inside a house, made of stone and wood. I didn''t really get a clear picture of the house. She puts me down in a big hall and leaves. I glance around and notice a fireplace on the far wall. The fire is changing colors. I walk towards the fireplace. My goodness, it''s changing colours, blue, yellow, orange, and red. The fire doesn''t crackle like normal. Instead, it seems to sway in rhythm with the mood of the room.


    As I look up, I see a kettle hovering, it elegantly pours tea into each cup. Without a sound, it sets itself on the table. Intrigued by the place, I look for more astonishing things. On the shelf above the fireplace, wooden figurines are kept. They...... they are alive. So small and yet they behave like real wait a minute these aren''t even normal animals. The dragon is spitting fire, and the Hippogrif is flying in a small circle. Oh my goodness. What''s happening?


    As I run around the room, I notice the clock isn''t normal either. It''s like the weasley''s. With locations and people.


    Wait a minute, why is this dream so vivid? Is this even a dream? I pinch myself to see if it''s a dream.


    IT''S NOT A DREAM.


    Ouch, that hurt. After roaming around a few more times, I realize I am in the wizarding world.


    Am I in a coma? Did I go into coma because of skipping sleep? Next time, I won''t skip sleep.


    Am I really in the wizarding world? I slap myself to reconfirm, only to feel the pain.


    Wait a minute, isn''t it wonderful that I am in the wizarding world? The dream of a potterhead. How can I cry over it?


    "I am in the wizarding world," I shout, beaming with joy.


    The redhead woman comes over. I think she might be my mother. Who am I?You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    "Momma, what''s my name?" I ask, acting cute. That should work, right?


    But the lady seems taken aback. She chuckles and says, "I am not your momma. I am your aunt. And your name, my little sweetheart is Monette Brown."


    I take a good look at her. She has fiery brown eyes, with pretty read hair locks curling over her shoulder. Her round face with those thin lips. She is so beautiful.


    I pick up one of her curls and curl it around my finger.


    "Let''s take you to your momma." She said, her voice is so incredibly sweet especially with her sweet smile.


    This time I pay more attention as I walk through the passage with my aunt. There are so many rooms around here. The passage is long, quiet and cozy, with polished wooden walls. The light brightly shines, illuminating the whole passage. The wooden surface polished so neatly that there''s not even a speck of dust.


    The air smells faintly of polished wood and something sweet, maybe cinnamon or honey. A window halfway down the hall is slightly open, and the breeze tugs gently at the curtains, carrying in the sound of birds chirping from the garden.


    The passage isn''t overwhelming or grand, but it feels rich in its own way¡ªquietly elegant.


    And we stop in a big hall, it looks like a dining hall but there''s just a small table at the centre.


    I see a woman with red hair locks just like my aunt. She looks similiar to her yet different. Her eyes are also brown but instead of fiery, they feel soft. Her hair is tied in a bun. She looks elegant and respectful with her manner. She approaches me and picks me up in her arms.


    "Why were you shouting just now?" She asked.


    I just foolishly smiled. Is she my mother? Let''s not rush to assumptions.


    Two men enter the dining room and we all turn to look at them. Both the ladies call out ''honey''. Who is whose honey?


    The man on the right has short, tousled brown hair and medium fair skin. His striking blue eyes stand out, making him memorable in a crowd. The robe he wore looked of high quality with fine craftmanship. He wore a ruby pendant around his neck. He looks wealthy, charismatic and polite.


    While the man on the left waswell-groomed, with short, neat hair. He had a well-kept beard and eyes that shone brilliantly. At his waist, a puch hang. I suppose it is enchanted too. Both the men look happy, with bright smiles.


    The man on right casts a spell and the table turns itself from a four-sitting to six-sitting.


    The family gathered around the table and the houselves served the food. I look at them with fascination. I am making them uncomfortable. So, I turned my gaze away.


    The food here was mostly similiar, with bread, cake, duck and etc. It looks mouthwatering.


    As I am served the food by my mother, I take my first bite. OMG! It''s delicious, it''s unlike anything I have had before.


    After a hearty meal, the family gathers around in the big hall to chat. From their conversations, I get to know that the wealthy man is my father called ''Edric Brown'', and the elegant redhead is my mother known as ''Elysia Brown''. The other two are my aunt ''Palicia Hankern'' and uncle ''Patrick Hankern''. They had married recently and were invited for a celebratory dinner.


    My mother and aunt seem close, makes sense since they are sisters. I am an only child.

 Monologue

    I look at myself in the mirror. I have become a medium fair skin girl from a brown one. My long black hair has been replaced by bushy brown hair, my stunning hazel eyes to striking dark brown ones. I can''t say I mind it ¡ª it''s like a new chapter of a book that I can''t put down.


    I am 8 now. I was born on 24 November, 1979. I am still me, but I have changed in ways I could never have. Life here is vastly different. Previously, every decision and purchase had to be carefully considered. Here, money seems like an afterthought, like it doesn''t matter. But I won''t complain. I''ve got a new library, and I get to play with magic every day.


    My parents love to spoil me¡ªnot in an annoying "here''s-another-golden-goblet" way, but in a "we-know-you-like-books-so-here''s-a-new-library" kind of way. And unlike some wizarding families (cough Malfoys cough), they actually treat house-elves like people. Shocking, I know. I do miss my life back home, but I can''t do anything about it and it''s not like my life here is bad. It is brilant.


    My parents back home, although I do love them too, they wouldn''t spoil me. I would be scolded if I broke something but here it doesn''t matter because with a swish of wand, everything''s back to normal. I wonder if I have become too soft.


    But the wizarding world doesn''t have many of the technologies we have in our world¡ªno TV, no mobile, no telephone, etc. Anyways, who needs a phone when you get to play with magic?


    After my parents, the most important people will be my aunt and uncle. Uncle isn''t as rich as my father but he is well off too. He is my godfather too. He''s funny in a way that makes me laugh even when I don''t want to. And they had a baby 2 years ago. Oh, he is so cute and adorable. I just wish to pinch his cheeks all day along.


    And aunt, she is great too. She lets me play with her hair and would listen to me ramble as long as I want, wearing a smile. She also brings me chocolates and sweets. It''s not that I lack those but it''s a nice gesture.


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    The house-elves are kind, though they seem a bit wary of me, especially the ones I don''t talk to much. They are all lovely but I love Dolly the most. She is so nice and so easy to talk to.


    I live in Brackenheath. It is a small, peaceful wizarding village. It''s not as busy or well-known as Hogsmeade, but it has everything the locals need. The village has a few cozy cottages, a tiny town square, and some simple shops, a bakery, an apothecary, and a tailor. There''s also a small pub called "The Wandering Stag", where villagers gather to chat and relax. The village is surrounded by rolling hills, quiet forests, and a little brook that runs along the edge of town. Life here is simple¡ªpeople go about their daily routines, tending to their shops, and sharing stories by the fire. There''s no rush, no excitement¡ªjust a quiet, steady way of living.


    That''s why around here, there''s no one my age. Most are either too old or too young. I spend most of my time around the village. I know everyone here. I spend some time in the eatery talking to Flair, sometimes I will go to the small pet shop. And I am taught my basic lessons like muggle lessons and some wizard stuff by Mr. Harper. And then, I read to pass my time.


    Brackenheath is a close-knit place. Everyone knows everyone and news travel very fast here. My parents although they are wealthy, they like solitude. They don''t like crowds, particularly my mother. So, they chose to live here.


    Most of the kids here go to Hogwarts. I think of the day I''d get my letter. I wonder how Harry, Ron and Hermione will be living their lives right now. Harry should be being scolded by his aunt, Ron would stifle around in the Weasely house and Hermione, what would she be doing? Most possibly, studying and reading.


    Lupin, Dobby, Moody, Dumbledore, Snape, and Sirius, none of them would know that they will die later. Poor Dobby, he had to suffer all his life in the Malfoy Manor and couldn''t enjoy his freedom too long either. What if I could save them?


    As for my little secret of being from another world, I don''t think I can tell anyone, who would believe me anyway? I have found a place in this world now and I feel delighted here. And am I not living every potterhead''s dream?

 To Hogwarts

    I wait every day for my letter. It is already 16 July. I also worry about the possibility of not getting a letter. But that seems impossible, since I have already shown signs of magic.


    I look out of the window, waiting for an owl. After some time, I do see a brown owl arriving at our gate. With adrenaline and dopamine coursing through my veins, I rush to the mailbox. It''s addressed to my father. I hand it over to a house-elf and continue to wait. A second owl arrives and I rush again, to find it''s addressed to my mother. Then, a third owl arrives and I rush again. ''It''s addressed to me.'' I say, gleaming. As soon as I open the envelope, my excitement fades. It''s my aunt, not Dumbledore.


    Exhausted, I go to my room and set the letter on the table. I lie down on my bed. The soft bedsheet lifting my weight, the soft mattress soothing my sadness. The bright yellow bedsheet, asking me not to give up hope.


    As I hide my face in the pillow, my parents arrive. They try to wake me up but I am too sad.


    Until my mother starts reading the letter.


    ''Dear Ms. Brown,


    We are delighted to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find-''


    As soon as I hear "Hogwarts", I rise up and try to snatch the letter from my mother, to which she lifts it high so I can''t reach it, but I climb on her and get it anyway.


    After my little victory, my parents give me the brightest smiles. I continue to read the letter out loud.


    ''Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on the first of September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.


    Yours sincerely,


    Minerva McGonagall


    Deputy Headmistress.''


    I jump on my bed up and down as I am ecstatic. My father writes a reply to Hogwarts on my behalf and goes out of the room to give it to Bric, the owl. Our family has 4 owls. One is white as snow, called Snowy; he is the most reliable owl and is used for business purposes. While the other three are our personal owls. Mother has Daisy, a black owl, while father has the grey one, Wind, and I have Bric, a tawny owl. I saved him in the snow when he was a baby, and from then on, he has been with me.


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    If all four owls are out to deliver letters, we go to the posting shop where you can get an owl for 8 knucks.


    As I have explained the owls. Back to me. I am going to Hogwarts. I chat with my mother, full of excitement, ''Momma, there''s so much to do. We need to go shopping, buy new clothes, and can we go to Diagon Alley? I''ve always wanted to see it.''


    ''Relax, relax,'' she says, trying to calm me down. ''We will do as you''d like.'' She is still smiling at me with sweetness, pinching my nose.


    ''I will go tell Dolly.''


    Since there was no one my age around here, Dolly has been my only friend all these years. I can finally go and meet peers of my age, and form friendships. I can meet Neville, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Luna and so many more characters. They would be there in front of me.


    I shout out with excitement on my way to find Dolly, my voice bursting with joy. ''I am going to Hogwarts.''


    I finally found her in the kitchen cleaning plates. ''Dolly, Dolly, I got my letter,'' flashing a big smile at her.


    Dolly smiled and put down the plate. As soon as she put it down, I held her hand tightly. She warmly smiled back and said, ''I know. You shouted out all the way here. In a few hours, the whole of Brackenheath would know.''


    I continue to smile foolishly and yap about all the things I need to do and how much there is to prepare.


    As I talk with Dolly, the bell rings. I rush to open the door, I don''t know what for. Usually, hous-elves open the door but sometimes we do it as well. Mrs. Briarwood has brought Cauldron cakes. She sweetly smiles and congratulates me, ''Oh my lovely Monette! You''ve grown, so much. I heard the wonderful news that you have received your letter. I brought you Cauldron cakes to celebrate!''


    Mrs. Briarwood is the owner of "Briarwood Eatery". I often go there when I am out in the village. I receive it with utmost gratefulness. ''Thank you so much. I love your cakes.'' She smiled and apparated, I suppose, back to her home.


    I look up at the clock and saw that it had already been 7 p.m. I had been yapping for so long. I brought the cakes to Dolly and asked her to take them to the kitchen. Then, I went off to my room to create a list of what I wanted. I''d definitely take Bric with me. It''s such a shame that I can''t take everyone, but I will still be coming back every summer and Christmas.


    As my eyes fell on my table, I saw the letter I had received from my aunt. I open the letter.


    Dear Mon,


    How are you doing? This year you will be going to Hogwarts. It''s a place that all of our family memebers have graduated from. I would like to give you some advice before you go. Have as much fun as you can, do not miss out on fun just because of some silly rules.


    Your mother and I both had great time at Hogwarts. I think I had the better one. I, although not truly rebellious, never missed out on fun. I made memories and had experiences that I will remember forever and I''d like you to have a similar experience.


    Darren and Valerie both miss you. Your uncle and I will visit you during Christmas. May you have a wonderful time!


    Your aunt,


    Palicia