Artemis Bressett's life changes when she is whisked away in a freak storm and wakes up in Harry Potter. Her knowledge of the future is very valuable and could do great good, but the second she changes something, things start to stray from their path. She's unsure of what the future now holds.
Will she be of any use in their troubles? Will she return home when all is said and done?

Artemis' P.O.V
My parents have never really gotten along, so it was no surprise when they divorced when I was 8. My mother Madine, didn't fight for custody and so I ended up with my dad, which I couldn't have been more happy about. Dad and I got along really well, we were like two peas in a pod, until two months ago when, during his work as a fire-fighter, the roof of a building collapsed on him, and he was killed.

I looked up at the empty house. Madine had sold everything except what was in my room, and the few things I had manage to sneak from my dads before she'd raked through the place with an iron claw. I was glad to have salvage a few precious items I could keep, including his big old brown jacket, his watch, and the Harry Potter books he'd bought me for my tenth birthday. They had always held a special place in my heart, and I thought of him when I held them, as he'd read them to me the first time.

I sighed as Madine beeped the horn behind me and I shivered at the cold wind. I looked over my shoulder to see her staring at me from her spot behind the wheel of her Honda. I sighed once more before adjusting my duffle strap and my back pack, the pressure of the two hurting my shoulders.

I turned on my heels and puttered down the porch steps making my way to the car. I opened the back door and threw my bags in before climbing in behind them. Madine looked at me with a light frown through the rear view mirror, but I couldn't bring myself to sit in the passengers seat near a woman I barely knew, even if she was my mum. She said nothing as she focused back at the front and pulled from the driveway, swinging out wide and taking off towards the main road.

For the past 8 years I'd lived with my dad in the small house he'd rented, now I'd be returning to my old childhood home with my mother. I hoped it wouldn't be as bad as I thought. The house itself I hoped would naturally feel like home, considering I'd lived in it before, but the company concerned me. Madine and I had never really gotten along, bumping heads on every matter possible. It was the reason I barely visited her, and now we'd be living together, again.

As we pulled up outside the old house, I briefly considered if it was listed as a heritage home with it's age. Madine pulled up the drive, cut the engine, and without a word, climbed out of the car and made her way up the porch steps not waiting for me, not even giving me a backwards glance. I sighed as I kicked the car door open and gripped my bags, hauling myself out, and bumping the door shut behind me with my backside.

I looked up at the old house as I climbed the porch steps reluctantly. I glanced at the faded forest green paint that had once adorned the wooden front door, but now pealed and flaked away. It had never been green, not even when I was little, it had always been faded and old. I stepped into the house and briefly raked my eyes around the old place before making my way upstairs, not bothering to look around, the place seemingly not having changed since I'd last visited.

Like muscle memory my feet lead me to the last room on the left of the hall, and I briefly stopped outside the heavy door. Once I entered the room, it would make all this official. It would be the end of one chapter of my life, and the beginning of the next, and I wasn't quiet sure if I was ready for it. Deciding to leave it for as long as possible, I dropped my bags on the floor outside the door, and unzipped the back pack, pulling out Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, before turning, and making my way back down the stairs. I turned left at the bottom  and entered the lounge, making my way through the gaudy wallpaper lined room and into the kitchen. I found Madine, a glass in her hand and a red wine box sat on the bench in front of her.

"Find your room?" It was the first thing she'd said to me all morning. A part of me sagged in disappointment.

"Yeah." Was my concise reply. Madine nodded her head, staring into space, before turning around and shuffling past me, and into the lounge room. I looked over my shoulder to watch her sit down on the old brown couch, curling her feet up underneath her as she stared into space, sipping her wine. I clutched my book to my chest as I glanced at the old clock on the wall. It was only 11am. I looked to my right, through the glass doors that lead to the yard, and spotted the old cubby house my dad had made for me when I was a kid. I smiled softly as I opened the sliding door, and stepped out into the cool air as a strong wind blew, deciding it would be a cozy place to read. The sky above me was dark and grey, thunder rumbling near by, and lighting flashing in the distance. I pulled my dads jacket closer, taking the time to stop, and do up each of the buttons, before making my way across the open yard, towards my old cubby house, my book clutched to my chest.

It was off the ground by at least a meter and a half, on stilts, and it was simple on the outside. The door was painted a similar green to the houses front door, but it was much more vibrant as it wasn't nearly as old. I climbed the little ladder with my free hand, and ducked my head as I crawled into the small house. It was surprisingly clean, only a layer of dust, and a couple Daddy-Long-Legs I simply stepped on with my shoe. I sat down to avoid having to hunch over in the cramp space, and stretched out my legs as the thunder rumbled loudly outside, the lighting, now flashing in the sky outside the little cubby window.

My feet touched the oppisite wall and I swayed them side to side gently, getting lost in the memories of my childhood, my book forgotten on my lap.

'Alright princess, keep those eyes closed.' My dad said as he held his hands over my eyes as I stumbled forward with a giggle. My mum chuckled somewhere behind us as we stopped.

'Alright. Open!' He said as he took his hands away and I peeled my eyes open. I gasped at the sight. There in our yard stood a small house, suited perfectly to my size. It was high off the ground, so high you needed a ladder to reach it, and it had a green door, just like our front door. I squealed happily as I ran towards it.

'Happy sixth birthday sweetie.' My mum called out as I climbed the ladder and entered the house.

'This is so cool!' I yelled back as I turned to face them with a huge grin. "I have my own little house, just for me!" I said happily as I spun around inside the tiny house as me parents laughed at me.

It had been my last birthday we'd had as a family, the following year, dad was called into work, and the year after that, they had arranged for their divorce, and I hadn't seen my mum for weeks.

The sound of howling wind and pelting rain, brought me back to the present, as I kneeled to look out the small glass window. My eyes widened as I looked out. I couldn't see the rest of the yard, the rain was so heavy I couldn't even see a meter outside the cubby, just the grass. The wind battered the little house, and I held my arms against the walls to stabilise myself, as the house shook and swayed. I should probably head inside. A sudden crack of lightening, and a huge clap of thunder, had me second guessing. Right now, staying in the cubby was probably the safest bet. I quickly tucked my Harry Potter novel inside my dads jacket, to keep it safe.

The wind, thunder and lightening only seemed to get worse, and the whole cubby began to shake and rattle. I sat back and braced my feet against the oppisite wall, as I held my hands agaisnt the sides for stability, as the small house tipped and swayed.

I let lose a scream as the cubby tipped forward, and I pushed against my feet to keep from falling ass over tit. It flung backwards again, and I leaned back, my arms still splayed out as I gave another scream, my novel shifting in my jacket and slamming into my chin. I felt like I was falling, as butterflies let loose in my stomach and my gut twisted in nausea. I glanced out the window only to have my eyes widen in utter fear and shock. I couldn't see the grass of the yard, and I would've assumed it was simply the rain, had a whole tree not flown past, followed by a children's trampoline, as a sense of dizziness overwhelmed me,  the sense of spinning in circles nauseating.

I held back my screams for fear of vomiting instead, and I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for this terrifying endeavour to end. I could feel myself loosing consciousness, and I opted on welcoming it, over experiencing my current shear terror.

Everything went black as my mind fell silent.