Pansy Parkinson And The Muggle Spirit From The Future
One evening, as I was reading a fanfic of my favourite environment, the Harry Potter saga, I fell asleep with a smile on my face. Because in this version, where everyone is really nice (even the villains are endearing because you can read their minds), Draco, the ‘naughty student’, was FINALLY kissing Hermione, our hero's best friend.
As I finished the chapter, I fell asleep, thinking I was dreaming of blond and chestnut hair entangled in a most romantic dance, before my amazed eyes.
But little did I know that when I woke up, I'd find myself in a bed other than my own, with emerald green covers and a musty smell. And little did I know, at that moment, that my dream of being at Hogwarts would finally come true, but not in the way I'd hoped...
For I, Lily, 35 years old and all my teeth, woke up today as the very charming Pansy PARKINSON, a teenager full of contempt for the world. Far from being in a funny, mushy fanfic, but in the original Harry Potter story.
And everyone hates each other here - GREAT!
ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. ɪ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ.