Harry felt like she was being squeezed into an atom, she couldn't breathe. Suddenly, everything popped back into place, and Harry fell to the floor gasping. 

As she sat there, she noticed that the floor was covered in carpets.

Frantically, she looked around and immediately felt like there had to be something seriously wrong with her eyes. 

Everywhere she turned there were shelves and shelves of books.

This can't be right, she thought. Just to make sure that what she was seeing was indeed real Harry picked a book from the shelf and flipped it open.

"Well, this seems real enough." she said to herself as she slid the book back into place and began wandering between the stacks. Harry still felt shaken by what happened, and when she came to the chemistry section she stopped.

Chemistry and biology were her favorite sciences, the human body and all its abilities fascinated her.

She was so intrigued by it that she forgot all about what had just happened.

Looking over the titles she pulled out several books that looked interesting to her and sat down.

Hours passed before Harry even thought of checking the time or even what library she was in.

When she did, she startled and ran to the front desk.

"Excuse me." she said, "could you tell me what time it is?" Harry asked the librarian who was manning the front desk.

Annoyed the librarian sighed and pointed her pencil with which she had been writing towards a large clock hanging on the wall.

Harry blushed, "Oh, thanks." she muttered and decided that since it was already six o'clock that perhaps it would be best if she left. 

Aunt Petunia would not be happy if Harry didn't show up in time to help with dinner.

Harry walked out the door and paused, looking around. 

The building across the street was very familiar to her it was the school she had been attending for the last three years.

She sighed in relief and continued on her way pausing only once or twice to pick some flowers for her aunt.

When Harry finally arrived at home Petunia was already waiting for her. 

"We're making pot roast tonight" Petunia said to Harry.

"Vernon had a very good day at work today and I want to reward him," she continued.

As they walked to the kitchen Petunia started listing things they would need to prepare in order to have dinner ready before Vernon got home.

Chopping and dicing has always had a calming effect on Harry. 

She loved the precision involved and although it was not necessarily needed, she enjoyed slicing and dicing in geometrically correct forms.

Today she chopped the carrots and prepared the potatoes while Aunt Petunia worked on the meat itself.

As Harry worked she kept throwing long side glances at Petunia.

With a sigh Petunia turned towards her niece and spoke.

"What is it girl? You've been throwing looks my way since we entered the kitchen."

Harry hesitated and then said, "Something unusual happened to me today."

She stopped and looked at her aunt, "something that is not physically possible..." she continued.

Petunia threw her a sharp look, "what do you mean by something not physically possible?" she asked slowly, as if not wanting to know the answer.

"I performed what seems to me as being instantaneous teleportation." Harry responded looking nervously at her aunt, concerned that she wouldn't believe her. "You what?!?"

Petunia gasped looking at Harry with wide eyes. "I think I performed some kind of teleportation." Harry said again, slowly, just in case.

Petunia had to sit down. "Why does this have to happen to me?" she said looking at the ceiling, "all I wanted was a normal life."

Then Petunia took a deep breath and said, "Come here girl, we need to talk."