We've all wished we could fall into the world of Harry Potter at some point in our lives. So I decided to write a fic about it where Kaleahni falls (literally) into the world of Harry Potter and meets the Marauders. Because I can and also because I secretly wish this could really happen to me in real life.

And anyone here who thinks I'm JKR need to be put into St. Mungo's. Nothing here, except the protagonist, belongs to me.

“Salem Academy. Freak accident. Move. Wait, wouldn't that make me a half-blood at the very least?”
“Yes, that is the story, to make it more believable. You mother went to school here. Married a muggle and went to America. And here you are now.”
“I see.” It was a pretty plausible story. “I get to keep my name right? Because I like my name very much.”

Just because he lives, breathes, eats, drinks, worships and idolizes Quidditch.
That boy is a Quidditch Nazi!

Which was the wrong thing to do because James just sat there looking at me with a very smug look making me want to slap him.

Hard.

Yes, I'm violent.

“Leah, Leah...Leah.”
“Don't call me that,” Leah protested. “Not anymore.”

“No. If Poppy caught me slipping you Butterbeer she'd confine me in here too. Unless that's your plan? To get me alone in here?” He grinned.

I rolled my eyes and flipped my head to move my hair out of my eyes without using my hands. It didn't work so well. “Yes, my master plan was to get you caught while getting me Butterbeer so I could have you here as company."

The next day, when James, Remus, Marlene, and I went down for breakfast together, it was apparent something was very wrong. My eyes automatically traveled to the Slytherin table where Mulciber and Rosier looked very pleased with themselves.