Warning: This is just going to be a bunch of drabbles with maybe one-shots in between. This is also not serious, so if you were expecting something dramatic and long, this is not the thing you are looking for. The third genre to this is parody.

"The good part, for fanfiction writers, about the Harry Potter books is that J.K. Rowling focuses so much on the main characters that multiple things can take place in the background and not many would notice."

How right it was, I mused to myself as I held a thick, hardcover book close to my self. It had a completely blank cover and I was sure that if any person were to take a look inside, all they would see would be blank white pages. Only I could see the contents of the book, and it wasn't even by my choice.

If you haven't already got it, I shall now tell you. I have become one of those irritating Mary-Sue-esque characters that have fallen from our normal, human, non-magical world, and into the Harry Potter world. And I (suspiciously) conveniently brought along with me all seven Harry Potter books that could be read only by me and no one else. But thankfully, unlike the other Mary-Sues, I had been given a family.

I had been given the identity of the muggle-born witch Anna Nimus. Anna's parents were normal muggles, the father a manager and the mother a teacher. It was quite different from my real life but beggars couldn't be choosers. I knew very well that I could have ended up with a pureblood family, an abusive family or, hell no, without a family at all. A random girl that dropped out of nowhere. So yeah, a muggle-born family was much better than the alternatives.

Honestly, I didn't know what to think after I had gotten over all my denial.

In first year, I had accidentally walked into the compartment where Harry had been. Of course, I had walked right back out, claiming "wrong compartment". When I was by myself, I took out 'The Philosopher's Stone' to read and was horrified. I had noticed a change in the book. It was slight, probably insignificant, but it was still a change. What if I made a big change? How many people would die because of it?

Really, the butterfly effect was a pain in the behind.

Sure, everything would go by normally and people would die, but why should I interfere? To save more lives? What if I kill more than I save?

Perhaps I could save people along the way…

No. Bad thoughts. It would be best if I didn't get too close to the people who were going to die. I probably wouldn't be able to get through the trauma of knowing that I could have saved them but didn't. I wouldn't be able to go through it. I wasn't a storybook character.

And yes, I would definitely not be getting close to Harry, Hermoine or Ron.

"H-hi? H-have you seen m-my toad?" a boy peeked into the compartment. I stared at him blankly before shaking my head. He deflated and walked away. I felt a little bad and automatically moved forward to help him.

"Um hey." He turned to look at me hopefully. Shit, what do I do now? I fidgeted awkwardly for a second. "W-what's your name?" I mentally hit myself for stuttering.

"N-Neville L-Longbottom." I bit my lip and lifted my wand, hoping it would work.

"Accio Neville Longbottom's toad!" For a while, nothing happened. Then, a toad came zipping through the air and landed in front of me. I picked it up and suppressed a grimace. The toad was slimy and not exactly pleasant to touch. I quickly handed it over to Neville, who looked overjoyed. I inconspicuously wiped my hands on a nearby seat.

"Thank you!" He was really happy. I could see that from the way he was skipping down the train. I quickly closed the door and sighed. It appeared that keeping to myself would be harder than I thought it would be.

Author's note:

So new thing. "Self-insert". Pretty original, right?

Okay, I have to confess; this isn't a self-insert. This is just a vent for whatever strange Harry Potter things I feel like writing, and also a Mary-Sue parody. I'm not saying this is original, and since I'm uploading this for myself (so that I have an internet copy, that I would probably regret making, in case I throw away all my stories one day) updates will be sporadic.

This thing also won't be focusing on Anna angsting about her real/original life. Feel free to think about her doing that angsty bit and more off screen.

tldr; Anna is mine, but is not me. Strange update timing. This is parody. The end.

Thank you for reading, if you have.