The first years had just arrived at Hogwarts, and all was going as planned. Headmaster Dumbledore watched as the Sorting Ceremony was beginning. The Shorting Hat, a master at Legilimency, sat on the stool, waiting to sort the students into the Houses. There were a few students that caught Dumbledore's eye as they were seating and waiting to be called. Two were female, two were male. One of the females had a mix of ginger and brown hair, and it was very curly and seemed to behave in a way that was all it's own. She was average height and weight, and unlike most of the students, she didn't seem quite so nervous. The other girl had dark hair that tumbled down her back with curls that weren't messy, and eyes that seemed a bottomless dark brown, nearly black. She was a lot shorter than all of the other first years, and her weight seemed to mimic her height, tiny. She seemed the most nervous of them all. One of the two males was a ginger, and with his freckles and sheepish grin, he had to be a Weasley. He was slightly taller than the other first years, but at a perfectly normal weight. He was obviously a bit shy and she talked in a hushed voice to the boy who stood next to him. Dumbledore knew who this boy was immediately. The broken glasses, fixed with a small piece of tape, the dark, floppy hair, and green eyes that looked so much like Lily's, and above his eyebrow, a small lightning bolt shaped scar. Lily and James Potter's son, Harry. He was rather thin, and slightly gangly with long arms and legs, and he held himself a lot like Lily had. The boy looked mostly like his father, but had his mother's eyes. These four children were all special, that much Dumbledore knew. With Harry Potter, it was obvious why he was so special. His mother and father's love had saved him from being killed by He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. The ginger haired girl and boy seemed different than the other first years, also, and Dumbledore recognized the bravery that was already displayed in these two children. They would be important in the days to come. But the small, dark haired girl. She was a puzzle to Dumbledore. He didn't recognize her, and the way she shied away from the other girls and boys her age gave away her obvious fear. He knew that she wasn't just afraid. She was different than all of the other kids, even the Weasley boy and Potter, and the ginger haired girl. There was an air to her that made her seem even more brave that Potter and Weasley and the ginger haired girl. Well, he'd just have to wait and see. Finally, as the Sorting began, he watched closely. Granger, Hermione. The ginger haired girl walked up there, slightly shy, slightly excited. "Gryffindor", the hat shouted. Longbottom, Neville. A long wait, and then " Gryffindor". MacDougal, Morag. "Ravenclaw." Malfoy,Draco. The hat had barely touched his head before it screamed loudly "Slytherin, Slytherin." Blah, blah, blah, finally came Potter, Harry.
"Potter, did she say?"
"The Harry Potter?" The hat dropped over his eyes and the hall full of people were still craning to get a good look at him.
"Hmm," said a small voice in Harry's ear. "Difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent,oh my goodness, yes-- and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's ineresting.... So where shall I put you?"
Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, Not Slytherin, not Slytherin.
"Not Slytherin, eh?" said the small voice. "Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that--no? Well, if you're sure-- Better be GRYFFINDOR!"
Thomas, Dean. "Gryffindor."
Turpin, Lisa, "Ravenclaw.
Weasley, Ronald. "Gryffindor!"
Zabini, Blaise. "Slytherin."
"Oh it seems I have missed one. Prewert, Lucinda."
Ah, so her name was Lucinda Prewert. She slowly walks forward and the hat is placed upon her head. "Oh courage and bravery, very smart indeed, cunning, resourceful, ambitious,determined. Well, well. Those are some nice mixes, but it better be Slytherin!" The hat proclaims. The girl seems shocked, but she goes to her table.Dinner commences.
There is much more instore. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, along with Hermione Granger walk over to Lucinda Prewert.
Ron smiles. "Remember me? Ronald?"
"Right, your mother is my fathers' cousin. That makes us cousins."
"And us too." Harry says, smiling. "Apparently my father is somehow related your mother."
"We can all get to know each other." Lucinda says, excited. So she wouldn't be alone here. She was an only child, and her mother had died several years ago. Hermione smiles.
"We're not related, but I'm an only child. We could be like sisters." She says.
"I'd like that." Lucinda admits.
And so began a new story.
Two years later
Hermione Granger found me in the Slytherin Common Room after dinner, writing an essay for Herbology. Normally, students from other houses are not allowed in the houses where they don't belong. But, I had given Hermione the password because over the past two years here at Hogwarts, we had become close friends, so close that we are like sisters. It sucks that we're not in the same house, but there are worse things that could happen. My cousins, Ron and Harry, wanted to meet up with me and discuss Harry's uncle Sirius' escape from the Azkaban prison.Normally, it's not something that would be discussed, but Harry believes that his uncle Sirius is innocent. Hermione shakes my shoulder to get my attention, making my hair bounce in the motion.
"Where did you disappear to after dinner let out?" She asks, literally meaning disappear. It's something I have been able to do since I was really young, about the age of 6 or 7. I literally disappear within folds of time. I have learned to control it quite well. Especially after coming to Hogwarts, School of Wizardry.
"I sped up time a little bit, and came here. I really didn't want to stay in the cafeteria with everyone else. So I time jumped." I tell her.
"You have to be careful. If anyone finds out about you skipping around in time, something bad could happen." Hermione tells me, another lecture that I have heard countless times. Hermione is a muggle-born witch, and also my best friend. Or, one of them at least. Other than Hermione, Ron, and Harry, I don't have a lot of friends. Harry, Ron, and I are all Pure Bloods. Hermione was born into a human family, and even though they respect her decision to come to Hogwarts, they aren't exactly thrilled about it either. They wanted her to become dentists like they both are. Gross. Hermione strives to be accepted at this school, as much as Ron and Harry, and I do. But sometimes the other students can be such nightmares.
"I'm sorry. I know I need to be more careful. It's just hard for me. All I do is let my mind wander for a moment, and suddenly, I time jump!" I exclaim in a hushed voice. Nobody else is in the Slytherin Common Room, but there might be others waiting down the hall in the library.
Hermione twists a strand of her now shoulder length, unmessy curls around her finger. Over the past few ears she's cut her hair a lot and learned about potions that help to keep your hair from being unruly. Her light hazel/brown eyes sparkle in the low light. Her skin looks flawless and her robe are burgundy, the Gryffindor color, with a lion patch. My robes contrasting black with green lining and a snake on the patch. Next to each other, we look nothing alike. With my long tumblr of black neat curls, dark dark brown eyes, and creamy pale complection, we are as similar as a lion and a snake, pun intended. To anyone who didn't know us, they would think we were enemies. For one, because we look entirely different, second of all, while Hermione has to work extremely hard to get good grades and do well in class she has to spend hours reading. I'm the type of person who doesn't have to work hard for good grades, it all comes easier to me. It's not that I'm smarter, because in that department, Hermione would take the gold. I just have an easier understanding of spells and potions, and I usually learn things by doing them, not from books. When I was a little kid, before my mother passed away, I had shown an interest in the things they did. Not only that, but I had only been 6 or 7 years old when I began to show magic, and my parents taught me all kinds of spells, even some that no witch or wizard is really supposed to use, because they are spells of the Dark Arts. I had been able to preform the dark spells even though I had no formal training. Soon, I taught myself to do even more advanced spells, and by the time I had come to Hogwarts, I was well above that of even 6th and 7th year students, and the professors. Hermione and I often were partners when working on assignments in Potions class, and Defense Against Dark Arts class. Draco Malfoy sidles in the door to the Slytherin Common Room to see Hermione and me standing there whispering. He glares.
"Get out of here. You don't belong in here." He says to Hermione.
"Shut up, Malfoy." I say, taking a step forward, my eyes blazing and my skin tingling as magic courses under my skin. Hermione grabs my arm, and it brings be back to the present, and roots me firmly in this time. If it weren't for her I might have time jumped forward to the ass kicking I might have given Malfoy.
"Make me, Prewert." He says, sneering. His white blonde hair is slicked back and his eyes are almost a bright blue, even though his eyes are normally hazel. His skin is not too pale, but also not as golden as Hermione's is. He advances on me, and he points his wand at me. I don't even need to time jump, I grab my wand and rush forward, pinning him against the wall.
"Don't even try anything." I point my wand at his throat. "I'm not in the mood, Malfoy." I glare.
"Fine. Sorry, I'll leave you alone Prewert." He says, and shoves me away, straightening his robes, and he shoots a sneer at Hermione before leaving the room.
"What the heck was that about!?" Hermione exclaims, eyes wide, and I take a breath and shake my head.
"He's been bothering me lately." I say.
"You mean he's been bullying you the way he's always bullying Ron, Harry and me?" She asks. I nod, and she shakes her head. "I thought he'd leave you alone, after all, everyone here knows you're the best at spells. You might even be the strongest witch of all time."
"No, I'm not, Hermione." I say, and glance at her. "Are the boys waiting?"
"No, they decided not to risk it. They sent me to tell you. They didn't want the Prefects to catch them."
"Then why did they send you!? You could get into trouble if you're caught." I say.
"Yeah, but you can take me back in time about ten minutes, and then jump back to the current time after getting back here, and you'll already be in your room, so you wont get caught." Hermione says. "We didn't think it would be a good idea for you to try to take the rest of us back in time with you. Thought it might be too straining for you."
"Thanks, Hermione." I say, and then grab her hand, taking us back, instead, 15 minutes, in time. We get her back to the Gryffindor dorm, and then I go back to my dorm, into my room, and jump forward in time, just as my roommates walk out of the bathroom after brushing their teeth, and they frown and roll their eyes when they see me.
I get into bed, and wait until sleep comes. I wake up the next morning just in time for breakfast, and rush down stairs after getting dressed. The cafeteria is filled with students. I eat quickly, sitting with the guys and Hermione, and we talk quietly about Sirius's escape.
"What will you do if he comes after you?" Hermione asks Harry.
"He wont. He never tried to hurt me. I know he wouldn't." Harry says, determined.
"If you believe he's innocent, then we're on your side." I say, nudging Hermione and Ron whom nod, agreeing.
"Well it's time for Defense Against the Dark Arts." Hermione says." Let's go, Lucinda."
"Right." I say, hugging Harry and Ron, then scurry after Hermione.
Draco walks infront of me after Hermione goes through the door, stopping me from entering. "How about after dinner we hang out for a little while?" He asks, touching the part of my arm inside my elbow, pulling me in close.
"Not even in your wildest dreams, Draco." I say, shrugging him off of me, and pushing past him into the classroom. Hermione gives me a startled look and I shake my head, giving her a look.
We sit through class, working on the blocking spells. We hear a knock on the door, and the professor looks up. Standing in the door way is Headmaster Dumbledore. He says "I need to speak with Ms. Granger, and Ms. Prewert."
"Go ahead." The professor says, and continues teaching.
The two of us join him in the hall, and there are Ron and Harry. They give us a small smile and I glance at Hermione, surprised. We follow Dumbledore to the Headmaster's office, and we sit in the seats provided.I wonder what he wants to talk to us about. Could it be Sirius Black? Or is Voldemort, or He-Shall-Not-Be-Named, what's wrong? Has he heard something from someone about him? Dumbledore clears his throat, breaking through my thoughts, and I see that the guys and Hermione had also been lost in thought.
"I heard that you four have been sneaking around the halls at night, after cerfew." Dumbledore says.
"Sir, we have been, but I swear it's not what you think." Harry says.
"You've been looking into the whereabouts of Sirius Black. And Voldemort." Dumbledore says.
"Okay, so it's exactly what you think!" Hermione blurts.
"Hermione!" I hiss, along with Harry and Ron.
"Well it's the truth!" Hermione says, looking over at Dumbledore. "Are you going to give us detention?"
"No, quite the opposite. 10 points for each of you to go to your houses." He says. I look shocked. "But, I want to ask something. First of all, I was informed that you acted out agressively towards Draco Malfoy."
"What!? He drew his wand on me! I was just protecting myself!" I exclaim.
"Alright. I just wanted to know what had happened, sweety." Dumbledore says. "Thank you for telling me the truth. Also, he had said you disappeared into thin air. Have you learned to Apparate?" He asks me.
"I've known how to Apparate since before I came here." I say, "And you cannot Apparate within Hogwarts grounds without the charm being removed."
"You are right, sort of. It is possible to Apparate within the grounds without the charm being removed. There is a special word that must be said. But if you are not Apparating, then, what are you doing?" He leans in close, watching my face expectantly. I know that if I so much as think about it, he will know. Like the sorting hat, he is an expert at Legilimency. He could read her mind. Harry, Ron, and Hermione glance at me. I take a deep breath.
"I can time travel." I say in a quiet voice.
"T-time t-t-travel?" Dumbledore stumbles over the words. "But that means-" He cuts off, his eyes darting around the room.
"Sir?" Harry Potter says, looking as confused as I feel.
"The prophesy is coming true!" Dumbledore exclaims. "The most powerful witch, she hath the gift, to change the past, present, and future. To change the Dark Wizard, one must show love and compassion. Understanding and goodwill shall be the savior of his soul." He whispers, telling us the prophesy.
"B-but...I'm just a kid..." I trail off.
"You are much more than a child, m'dear. You are the most powerful witch of all time. You've been Apparating for years, you get the best grades of all of the students in this school, better grades than has ever been gotten in all of the time that Hogwarts has been a school. And, you are the only known time traveler in known history." Dumbledore says.
I shake my head. No. Just no. Tears fill my eyes. I am not powerful. I'm not that smart. And my time traveling ability/gift isn't what is going to save the world from Voldemort. Dumbledore pushes into my mind with Legilimency, seeing my thoughts.
"You are our only chance, Lucinda. You are meant to shine." Dumbledore says. "It's why you were put in Slytherin in the first place. You have what it takes to be the best. You are cunning and sly, but also brave and strong and most of all determined. You have attributes of both Slytherin and Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat had trouble choosing which house to put you in. But it chose right. You are a Pure Blood, and you are everything a Slytherin is supposed to be, along with some of the attributes from all of the other houses. You are the one we've been waiting for. You are our savior. Do what your mother would have wanted you to do." He trails off at the end. My mother would have wanted me to at least try to stop Voldemort. And if it doesn't work out, then she would have also wanted me to come back to my time, even if it meant leaving behind those that would become close to me. And if I were to go back in time, I would be leaving Ron, Harry and Hermione behind. Was it worth it? To leave behind what and whom I'm comfortable with and step out of my comfort zone? It would have to be. I glance at my friends, then at Dumbledore.
"I have to at least try." I say. "My mother would have wanted me to."
"Of course." Harry says, smiling. He had never known his mother, not really.
Ron just shrugs. "We'll miss you, but when you succeed, we'll be here waiting for you to come back to us."
Hermione has tears in her eyes like I do. "You're the best friend I have, more like the sister I've never had. I need you with me, but the world needs you to have it, or it will be the most unbearable world to live in. You need to do this." She says, a small grin on her face. "Just bring me back some souveniers."
"You've got it." I say, then glance at Dumbledore. "But are you sure this will work? I've never gone back more than 2 years before."
"It will work. Just aim for 50 years. I'll give you a relic from that time so that you will have an anchor. Just make sure you take something important to you from this time so that you can anchor yourself when coming back." Dumbledore says. "I'll give you a few hours to pack your things. I knew it was a good idea to come get you while all of the students were in class, so that there wouldn't be anything going amiss in the room, when you were packing."
"I'll go pack. Hermione, would you help me?" I ask.
"You better believe it." Hermione tells me, and I give the guys a smile, and the two of us head upstairs.
The room is deadly quiet, and as we pack, we don't talk much, and the silence isn't very uncomfortable.
"How long do you think it will take, to change his mind I mean?" Hermione asks me.
"I don't know. I hope it's not long, but I guess I'll have to build his trust, and I know that wont be easy. Just in case it takes a lot longer than we think, I'll really miss you Hermione. I bet it'll be just as hard for me to make friends in that time as it is in this time."
"You'll make friends just fine. You'll probably have quite a few enemies as well. Just make sure you don't call him Voldemort. His name is Tom Riddle before he became Voldemort." Hermione tells me. "And you know I'll miss you too."
"Yeah. And don't worry, I wont make that mistake. I just need to be very careful what I say around him. Oh my god, should I tell him my real name, or should I have an alias?" I ask.
"Well, the Prewert family was very prominent 50 years ago. It's not so much now. If you use you're real name it shouldn't hurt anything. Dumbledore will take care of your paper work and everything. Have no fear about that. He's very thorough about everything. Another thing, Riddle hated Muggles."
"Why?" I ask, having not known he hated them.
"His father, Tom Riddle Sr., was a Muggle. His mother was a witch. His mother used a love potion, and that was how he was created. When the love potion ran out, Tom Riddle Sr. left her, and later on she found out she was pregnant. She died giving birth to Tom Riddle Jr., our one and only Voldemort. Riddle, Voldemort, hates all Muggles because of how his father left his mother. Riddle was raised at an orphanage. A Muggle orphanage. And the other kids were very mean to him." Hermione tells me. "Just make sure you don't give away that you know any of this. Make sure you practice your Occluency. In Riddle's last three years at Hogwarts, he became a master at Legilimency."
"Thanks, Hermione. I don't know what I would do without your book smarts." I say, honestly.
"Your welcome. And we all know you wouldn't get very far without me." She says.
"Yeah, I honestly don't know how I'm going to manage, 50 years before we were even born." I say. "I'll need your help, but I wont be able to get your help."
"Don't worry, you will manage just fine. I have faith in you, and so do Harry, Ron and Dumbledore." Hermione says. She closes my last suitcase, and smiles. "That's everything. We better not keep everyone waiting." I smile back.
"Your right. It's now or never." I tell her, and, with my want, I use the spell of levitation, sending my bags down to Dumbledore's office, as we follow the suitcases.
In Dumbledore's office, I give Ron and Harry and Hermione hugs goodbye, wipe my tears, and grab the handles of my suitcases, clutching the transfer papers that Dumbledore hands me.
"Be very careful, and if it becomes too dangerous and it's not going to work, feel free to come back." Dumbledore tells me. "We'll welcome you back with open arms." He says.
"Thank you. Is there anything specific you want me to do while I'm there?"
"Just befriend him, be nice to him, even when he is mean to you, and don't swoon like all of the other girls do. Just be your kind, sweet, remarkable self, and try to understand him, help him move past the Dark Arts, and everything should go as planned." Dumbledore says, smiling.
I nod. I have the photo that Dumbledore gave me, a photo of my great grandmother on my father's side of the family. That is my anchor. I take a deep breath, and I start to slide through the tunnels of time, back to 1939, the year when Tom was in his 3rd year. I land in my body in the headmasters office and see the placard that reads Headmaster Dippet. I have safely landed in a time that is 50 years in the past. I head someone open the door and shuffle in. There stands a very young Headmaster Dippet.
"Hello, you must be the transfer from Beauxbaton Academy." Headmaster Dippet says, smiling.
"Yes, I'm-" I glance at the name on the transfer papers. "Lucinda Prewert." I say, and hand him my papers.
"Yes, hello, we're glad to have you tranfer to our fine school. Please, come this way and I'll have the Head Boy and Girl show you around." He shakes my hand, and says "I'm sure you'll fit in nicely here, Miss. Prewert."
"Thank you, Mr. Dippet." And then I take my first step out of the door, and am shocked at how much everything looks exactly the same. Looks like I am home.