(This is a sequel to my previous Harry Potter story, and the plot will continue far into the future.)
Dorothy considered herself fairly lucky. She had lived a peaceful life from beginning to end, and after arriving in the underworld, she was quickly assigned a place in the reincarnation queue.
Just as she was about to be reborn, someone ahead of her started arguing. She went over to watch, got shoved, and hit her head. In a daze, she was reincarnated.
On her eleventh birthday, she received a very special letter.
That was when she learned she had come to the world of Harry Potter. Oh no!!! Why did I have to end up in Harry Potter?!
Where the heck have I landed?
