Unreal

Chp 4 Packing my Life into Three Trunks

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I stared at the cold cup of tea in my hands.

Then I looked at Sirius.

And I nodded.

"Okay," I said quietly. "I'll do it."

He didn't smile, but something in his expression softened.

Inside, though?

I was screaming.

I just agreed to erase myself from my family's memory. I'm gonna go to wizard school. I'm literally going to Hogwarts.
What even is my life anymore???

There was still a part of me—this little voice in the back of my head—whispering, This isn't real. You're in a coma. Or a dream. Or maybe you hit your head at the beach and you're hallucinating all of this in the ER.

But if this was a dream?

Then I might as well enjoy every second before I wake up.

Even if it made my stomach twist.

Even if I was absolutely, 100% not okay inside.

Sirius stood.

"You'll need to get up now," he said, already turning to grab his wand and coat. "Apparating for the first time can be... unpleasant."

I blinked. "Unpleasant?"

He gave me a dry look. "You may vomit. Or black out. Or both."

"...Yay."

"Best not to eat before, next time," he added, nodding at my now-regretful breakfast.

I slowly stood up, legs feeling weirdly floaty.

"This is fine," I muttered to myself. "I'm totally fine. Just casually teleporting to my house with a man I watched die in a movie. Totally normal Tuesday."

Sirius just raised a brow.

"Ready?"

I nodded.

And just like that, Sirius reached for my hand.

His grip was firm. No warning. No countdown.

Just—
Boom.

The world twisted.

It felt like being yanked through a vacuum. My lungs flattened. My ears popped. Everything went cold and tight and loud at the same time—like I was spinning through a straw and the air forgot how to air.

But somehow... I didn't puke. Or pass out. Or even scream.

I just... endured it.

Guess all those years of riding every terrifying amusement park ride finally paid off.

When the world stopped spinning, I staggered slightly—but I was standing.

And I was home.

Nighttime. Streetlights buzzing overhead. Crickets chirping somewhere off in the grass. Same crooked fence. Same ugly lawn gnome our neighbor refuses to move.

I looked around like it was the last time I'd ever see it.

Because maybe it was.

This was where I scraped my knees as a kid. Where I cried on the curb after my first heartbreak. Where I laughed with my friends over nothing, shared snacks with neighbors, the same place I've been dying to leave .

And now I was here to pack a bag and disappear. But thats what i wanted right?

Sirius stood beside me in the shadows, quiet.