Among The Great Fight

A dying ten year old wishes to meet her favorite author. So when Give A Wish foundation gives Eliza a chance to meet the amazing JK Rowling, she takes it in a heartbeat. With Eliza being very ill and not aloud to go anywhere outside the hospital, Jk Rowling comes to her with a warm welcome.

After meeting with Jk Rowling, Eliza starts noticing something strange going on with her body. Her head feels like it was hit with a bowling ball, and she feels an uncomfortable reason to sleep. It doesn't help that her nose started bleeding and she pukes up her last meal. But, the thing that was even stranger, was the fact that no body seems to notice to her. Its like she is a ghost.
So when she finally gives up fighting the amount of sleep, she wakes up to a world filled with magic. The world that her favorite author made and the world that everybody comes to know and love.
Travel with Eliza on this incredible adventure as she is part of the forgotten story of Harry Potter.

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2. Waking Up Into A Wonderland

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are grey.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.

Please don't take my sunshine away.

I hear a snuffle, cracked voice start singing in the pitch black. A warm, but sadden women voice comes across my ears, echoing in the process.

The other night, dear, as I was sleeping.

I dreamt I held you in my arms.

When I woke up, dear, I was mistaken.

So I hung my head, and I cried.

The singing stopped as a flash of color spreads and fades out before me. I was no longer in a bed that I was in before and instead I was in a queen size bed with loads of pillows surrounding me. The room that I was in has maroon color walls with silver candle sticks hanging from them. Large paintings hung on the wall as well as many selves that carry books. The floor was also different as it has a wood flooring instead of white tiles that I'm use to seeing.

Looking down as I lift the blanket up, I do not see the gown I had on before. Pink short sleeves and black dress pants took its place instead. 

"What is going on?" I thought as I wonder my eyes around a bit. 

I see a large dark wooden door and a silver handle. I notice that the handle seems to be moving, and bending over to get a closer look, I notice that there is a shadow behind the door. Hearing a clicking sound as the door slowly moves, I quickly lay back down and close my eyes. 

"I know you are awake, Eliza." Says a soft, but informed voice. I reopen my eyes slightly seeing a women with a raggy blue robe on. She has black hair that is put into a bun, and a farmer's tan.  She walks over towards a dresser with a huge mirror and opens a drawer. In her hands are a pile of folded shirts ranging from all sorts of colors like red, orange, blue, yellow, green, purple, pink and white. I watch as she puts it in and closes it doing the same process over again, but this time with pants. 

Thinking its safe, I fully open my eyes and sit up. Where am I? And who's this lady?  I thought as I watch her. I hear her sigh as she's closing another drawer. "Do you remember what happen?" She asks as she goes to grab a pile of socks. I shake my head, "No I do not..." I say trailing off  feeling embarrassed that I did not know what was going on. She stops what's she doing and looks at me. Her head tilts to the side as she steps her way towards me. I notice that she has brown eyes and a hint of freckles that's blended into her skin. As she get's towards me, she holds out her hands placing them on my forehead. Her hands are soft, but cold as ice. "You hit your head pretty hard last night." She says, "and you don't remember a thing?" 

I nod my head as I am confused as to what the woman is saying. I see her head bounce back a little and her fixing her eyes, "Great, your parents are going to kill me." She says shocked. I tilt my head asking why. "I am suppose to keep watch of you, and well yesterday you bumped your head. I can't blame you though as I would be doing the same thing flailing around a letter like that." My eyes pop. A letter like that? I thought. "What letter?" I ask wondering about the letter. She moves to a side where one of the nightstands sit besides the bed. She then pulls the handle and grabs a letter. She hands me the letter telling me not to get hurt this time. I nod excitedly curious of what the words contains of. 

She rolled her eyes, trying to not to smile but failed in the process. "Oh alright but you got to go eat some breakfast. Your mother would be upset if you didn't." I nodded happily as I got a letter.

As I look down at the paper, I read the letter, my eyes re-reading it a few times to make sure I am reading it correctly. 

"It's a letter from Hogwarts." I say shocked. She stares at me for a moment, her eyes melting its way towards my direction. I glance down at the letter as I continue to read what it says.

Dear Miss. Griswold

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all the necessary books and equipment's.

Terms begins on September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I take out the second page to find that it was just school supplies. I smile with joy as I get up from the bed, dance excitedly. "What are you doing?" The lady sharply asks. I smile and take out my hand stepping towards her, telling her to come dance with me. She finally gives in when she says "Oh alight." 

 

A few weeks later I find out that I am a pure blood from a family called the Griswolds. My mother and father are mainly strict and don't want me in their way. That's why, Anna, the lady is here to watch over me. She is like my nanny taking charge of me and also practically rising me. 

"Are you ready?" Anna asks, smiling in the process. I nod my head in which she takes my hand and mumbles a few words. I feel dust touch me as I now begin to feel like I'm being stretch from head to toe. This makes my stomach do a whole lot of twists and turns as it is like a race car. Thump.  My feet hit the ground hard, causing them to hurt for a few. I look around noticing that we are in an ally. Many people are walking around yelling and hurrying along to do whatever it is that they are doing.  My eyes widen from amazement.

I pull out the second page letter filled with all the supplies that I'll need for Hogwarts. I smile with delight as I read the following items:

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic

by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory

by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration

by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions

by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)1 set glass or crystal phials1 telescope1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

Anna hands me some money and motions me to go to Ollivanders. With a nod I carry myself to Ollivanders Wand Shop. As I went into the dusty old shop, an older man with wild white hair comes from the back as he smiles at me. "Ah, first year huh?" He asks. I nod. "Well then, let's get started." He motiones me to follow him towards the back where many boxes lie on selfs.  

As I stand in behind him, he gets out a small black box. "Here try this. A 9 1/2 inch cherry wood, weeia hair." I take the wand out of his hands and wave it around a bit. Suddenly the window shatters and boxes fly everywhere. My cheeks redden and I start to apologize. "No worries, it's not the right wand." He takes out another box and hands me another wand. I take the wand with caution since the last wand I broke a window. "12 1/2 Yew, Dragon Heart String." The old man stated. I take the wand and before I could even think to flick it, the lights flickered and boxes fly everywhere. It didn't help that the door kept opening and I broke yet another window. With a few more wands and more windows breaking, I began to feel worthless. How could I not control a wand? How can I be a witch if I can't control anything. 

Oliver looks at me and grinned. "Remember the wand chooses the wizard not the other way around." I half smile knowing that it was true. This time he goes into a back room.

When he comes back, he holds up a dark brown wand, one that was a tad bit crooked at the tip. "I believe this is the one." He smiles; holding it up to show me. I glance at it my eyes fix on it the second he pulled it out of the box. "This here is a powerful wand. 8 and 3 quarters. Yew and unicorn hair." Not taking my eyes off of it while he hands it to me, I take it. I feel a warm bride and I'm glad that nothing broke.

Oliver claps his hands making me  jump a little. "Indeed that's the one."  Happy as I paid for the wand and walk out. I met up with Anna as she had almost every school supply I needed, besides a couple of books and an owl. She grins at me. "What do you want to get; the owl or the rest of the books?" I laugh. "How about we stick together." I faintly smile. "Alright ma'man." She bows like a butler would do to his master. "Follow me."

When we got into the bookstore, Anna smiles politely and tells me to browse through books while she goes and grabs the books on the list. I am happy that she said I could keep one book. I thank her and run up the staircase. I am delighted to be getting a book since I have nothing else better to do than read. Unfortunately, my parents do not have any more children or anything that I could play with. The only thing to keep me company is Anna and books.

I go down a few aisles, seeing a couple of multicolor books that look interesting, but nothing that caught me attention. As I go down another aisle, I see two boys. One has chocolate brown hair and fair skin. I see that his cheeks are a tad bit red due to the other boy who was laughing at him. The boy laughing has a pale blonde hair- almost the shade of white. I can see a glimmer of green and a smirk he wears as he points at the other boy. While the brown haired boy set his head down in shame.

I give a worry expression towards the two boys. It doesn't take long until the the brown haired boy looks back up seeing me, which makes the blonde boy turn around. My heart skips multiple beats and all I want to do now is run away. Should I walk away? I think fastly as I did not want any trouble, but then I feel my heart sink as I thought if I was the poor boy.

My eyes widen and as I didn't know what to do or to say, I couldn't even move my legs to save me. Both boys are looking at me- the brown haired one looks hopefulness shining through his eyes while the blonde one just snickered and rolled his eyes at me. "What are you doing here?" He spat. Confusion met my eyes as I wonder what I ever did to him.  Besides catching him in the act of him bullying another kid. 

"Shopping for books." I state as I pick up a book from a stand holding it out to show him, "But I didn't know I was going to be watching some somebody pick on another kid." He smirks. The other kid mouth thank you as he slowly backs away leaving me face to face with his tormentor. "Who are you anyways?" He asks not really wanting to know. "Eliza. Eliza Griswold." 

His eyes suddenly go wide and his already pale skin turned white; like he'd seen a ghost. "Who are you?" I ask, interested in who this kid was and if I was going to be seeing him any time soon. He stands up straight as if he's trying to look important. His cold green eyes glares softly as he told me his name. "Draco Malfoy."

 

 

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