Not Harry

"Oh."

Alisha felt like an idiot.

"Wait? Why do I feel like an idiot? Wouldn't it make sense for me to think that I was a female Harry Potter?"

The way her "aunt" Petunia looked at her made her feel like an idiot, despite the fact she felt like there was logic to why she'd thought what she did, yet in the back of her head, as she puffed out her cheeks, there was another thought.

"Well, I did ask her if I was out loud. I can't imagine I sound insane."

Petunia stood there with her arms crossed, her foot tapping as she looked down at her niece. She then muttered. "Well, I guess you might say you're a female Harry Potter. Why can't you act like a proper lady instead of like the boys?"

Alisha puffed her cheeks out, attempting to control the temper in her head. "Why did I have to have a temper? I think it's a temper? I know that I'm puffing my cheeks out, so I don't yell at her, right?"

"And stop puffing your cheeks out like that. It's..."

"Not ladylike," Alisha puffed out. "How sexist can you get?"

Petunia's eyes blinked before flicking her fingers out to readjust the thermometer in her mouth. "Your temperature. Keep your mouth shut."

"Fine," Alisha muttered, sitting in the kitchen chair. "How come ending up in the world of Harry Potter is kind of, well, boring?"

Eventually, Petunia removed the thermometer from her mouth. The woman's mouth twitched before shaking the object as if carefully musing over the results, which were, as she said, "No fever. What's gotten into you?"

Alisha frowned, before gripping the chair, her eyes narrowing at the woman. "What about the cot in the closet?"

Petunia stared. "What do you mean?"

"What is the cot for?" Alisha asked.

"You know what the cot is before?"

"So you do lock me in there?"

"I don't lock anybody in there," Petunia snapped, glaring at her niece, her arms crossed.

"Then why was I in there?"

"I don't know as you're not supposed to go in there. You know you're not supposed to go in there," her aunt snapped. "Why did you go in there despite my express instructions not to?"

"Because I'm rescuing my brother!" Alisha said, standing up, her fists at her side, trying to give the best look of determination on her face. She didn't know why she was rebelling against an adult in her small child-like body, beyond the fact she knew Harry getting locked in the closet wasn't okay, nor was not standing up and saying anything.

"You're what?" Petunia looked at her, the woman's facial features softening.

"I'm rescuing Harry from you, you old witch!" Alishia continued to point her finger at her aunt.

"Witch?" Her aunt's eyes narrowed.

Alisha stood there, her finger still pointing at her aunt while still trying to look as determined as possible. "Oops.

"Witch?" Petunia reached out and grabbed her ear, pulling.

"Yup. I should know better than to mention magical things in front of her." Alisha thought to herself as she found herself drug up the stairs, her aunt letting goes of her ear at the foot. She didn't try to fight it and soon found herself in the room of pink. Lots and lots of pink. There was even a pink princess canopy bed in the room, although said bed didn't leave much space with the other white furniture, such as the relatively large wardrobe and a dressing table.

"Stay."

"Are you going to lock me into?" Alisha felt like she was going to vomit because of all the pink, the neat pristine look of the room, along with the overly cute stuffed animals, which had never been her thing, yet were absolutely something an ordinary girl perhaps would be into. She liked blues and grays, plus brightly colored stuffed animals. At that age, she was again completely weird. "I was weird, wasn't I? Actually, I likely sound like some little kid who's got some major issues going on right now."

"Absolutely not."

"Are you going to lock up Harry in the closet?"

"I don't lock your brother in the closet!" Petunia glared at her. "Where did you get that idea from?"

"A..." Alisha snapped her mouth shut, remembering how Petunia reacted the last time she said she got an idea from a book. "Why else would there be a cot in the closet if it's not for Harry?"

"Of course, it's for Harry! Dudley snores! But you know that your brother goes down there to sleep when Dudley's snoring gets too much. It's his spot, but you have your room, so you shouldn't be going in there, even if you're pretending to rescue him or whatever childish game you've thought up now."

"Childish?" Alisha frowned, sitting on her bed as her fingers gripped the edge of the bed. "Well, of course, I came across as childish. I spouted off such nonsense as being a female Harry, although I was lucky that she thought I was saying I was a female version of my brother. And I probably said—no, I know I did some things that gave the wrong impression. After all, I've not had the time to think of what I should do or say in this world."

Which sucked.

"Well, you can cool your horses in here until dinner, but please learn to behave yourself. We don't want anything that might draw attention because we are absolutely a normal family. Nothing weird us about us at all."

Alisha opened her mouth, wanting to say there was something weird, that she knew that her mother and father were a witch and wizard, yet—

She clamped her mouth shut, the door closing behind her. She let a hand lift to her lips while mentally she went over in her head how she wanted to yell out things she knew she shouldn't, almost as if on a whim. Her cheeks puffed out as she sat there. "Surely I have more control than that? I mean, it's not as if I'm a little kid?"

Except, she was stuck in the body of a little kid. Worse, she didn't know what this reality was like.