***A/N This is my first ever fanfiction. Please be nice, it is the only chapter I have written but I already have the next five outlined and just need to write them. I will update once every two weeks with long enough chapter, because I do work 50hrs a week. Thanks for reading!***

When things finally start to look up it always seems like there must be some rule to the universe that you might finally be finding some small amount of happiness that fate must throw something at you. In my case it was a combination of things. But perhaps there is no other way when fate is trying to get you on the correct path?

I was crying, no shame to admitting it. I was driving home to an empty apartment after a hellish night at work. I had lost both of my parents when I was young and been raised by my grandmother until she passed away two years ago, right before my high school graduation. Luckily I had won a scholarship to the local college because no sooner had the funeral passed than my greedy Uncle somehow managed to get the house and all of my grandmother assets. I was left with nothing. In order to support myself through college and save up for afterwards I started working at the 24 hour diner off the interstate about twenty minutes from campus. The truck drivers were usually a friendly bunch and tipped pretty well. I had even met my boyfriend there. He would stop in with his buddies for coffee on their late nights, they claimed to be studying. I soon found out they were actually to sober up when they would go out drinking before returning to the frat house they belonged to. He had walked in, not thirty minutes ago, with some slutty blonde hanging all over him. I wasn't supposed to be working that night but one of the other girls was sick and any chance for extra cash was welcome to me. They were making out by the time I reached their table and cleared my throat. He had looked up at me smiling at first and then began to panic when he saw me there. And before he could stutter out an apology I had stormed to the back room, grabbed my kegs and jacket, got into my car and took off.

It was raining out, the weather seeming to match my mood as it thundered and lightning all around me. I wiped my eyes briefly and then looked back to the road where for a split second I saw an animal dash across the road. I slammed on my break. My car started to slide all over the road, over to the other side, off the road, and down the rather steep hill. I barely had time to see the tree that I was approaching as the lightening lite up the sky, and then there was nothing but blackness.

I suddenly felt my shelf being shaken awake. A voice was calling out to me. I opened my eyes, not knowing what to expect. The last thing I remembered was driving home in the rain. I looked up to see whoever was calling me and gasped. It was my mother, at least from what I could tell. She looked exactly as I last remembered her at the age of ten. Was this heaven. Did… did it die!

"Carina," my mother said as she put a hand on my forehead, "are you feeling alright sweetie?"

I nodded still confused about where I was.

My mother bent forward and kissed my head right where her hand had been.

"Don't worry," she said with a smile on her face, "we will be landing shortly and then on to the new house. Everything is ready. The furniture is all there, all your clothes, books, and toys. I've even got your tutor all lined up. We're going to be together now."

Toys? Tutor? I thought.

I looked around and almost screamed. When did I get in an airplane? Why is my mother so tall? And … Oh My God why am I so short? Why is my chest flat? Why is my hair in pigtails? What is going on!

And then the memories came. It was like an automatic download from a computer right into my brain. A whole other life was added to the memories I already had. I was still Carina Prescott but with a whole other life. My father was never in the picture, in fact, I didn't even have a picture of him. My mother was from a wealthy family and we were currently moving to England to take over a new branch of the family business. I saw myself at piano lessons, formal family dinners, and going to a snotty private school where I was bullied for being odd. In fact, there were several odd things that had happened to me in this life but at the moment didn't want to look to close at them until I could figure out what was going on. And it was then that I realized, I was only ten years old.

My head was in a fog as the plane touched down and my mother grabbed my hand to un board the plane. I vaguely saw the outline of a man holding a sign with the name Prescott written across it as my mother dragged us over muttering the whole way of what was still on her to do list. I had memories of my mother from where I had just come from muttering a list of groceries under her breath on the way to the store, as she refused to write them down. It made me happy to think that whatever universe I had just ended up in my mother was still my mother.

" ," said the man holding the sign as we reached him, "it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Richard Moore. We spoke on the phone briefly?"

"Oh yes," my mother replied as she shook his hand, "But please, call me Anna, unless we are with business associates. We like to think of our personal assistants as more like family than any thing else."

I studied the man in front of me for a minute and without realizing what I was doing I began to see colors around him. There were lots of different shades of blue, with some purple mixed in. In my memories I noticed that people with blue "auras" tended to be calm and happy. Purple also seemed to be a common factor with people who were highly driven. Richard Moore was probably around 25 years of age, and if I were still my previous age I would have considered him a drop dead gorgeous man. He stood around 6'2" with sandy colored hair, his eyes were hazel, he was square-jawed, and dressed impeccably in what I know knew as an authentic Armani suit. His expression showed kindness with just the right amount of self-pride to make it in the business.

Richards gaze met mine and I held out my hand, slightly tilted upward, this height difference was discerning.

"Hello," I said while giving Richard a firm handshake, "I'm Carina Prescott. You can call me Carina if you want."

Seemingly impressed Richard replied, "It's a pleasure to meet you Carina. That was a mighty impressive handshake."

"Grandfather always says that first impressions can tell you much about a person's character." I could see my grandfather in his study sitting me down in his chair telling me that when I was no more than five years old.

"Indeed he does," said Richard, "It was one of the first things I remember him telling us when I interned for him during university." Richard then straightened himself up and took mothers carry on from her and led us out of the airport to a car that was waiting.

"The house is all set up, furniture, utensils, clothes, and everything else has been unpacked by Ms. Marsh, your house keeper. Today we will be letting you settle in. Tomorrow we will start the week off with tours of the five different companies we have acquired. Tomorrow will be Hemingtons. Tuesday will be 's. Wednesday will be Zenias. Thursday will be Lorenzos. And finally on Friday will be Grunnings. Tomorrow afternoon we will also be meeting with a , the tutor you hired for ."

Woah, woah, woah, I thought did he just say Grunnings? And what the heck was that about a Mr. Lupin?

"Truefully," Richard continued looking at my mother, "I particularly scheduled Grunnings on Friday because of the Director. You might feel the need to spend the rest of the night either showering or heavily intoxicated. I don't see him being able to keep up with us and where the business is going."

Mother looked at Richard, seeming to get the same feel that I was. To give an outspoken direct comment like that the director had to be horrible.

Flipping through some papers mother replied, "A ? Yes, I do see here in the notes. Been with the company for fourteen years, wife is a stay at home mother, one son, and an orphaned nephew."

Oh shit! I thought I die only to land inside the world of Harry Potter! My mother is Vernon Dursleys new boss! Remus Lupin is to be my tutor!

"He's even invited us to dinner tomorrow night at his house," replied Richard, "I politely declined."

"Accept," I said in a quite voice.

"Carina?" my mother questioned. She looked at me with wide eyes.

"Accept," I said, but this time much louder. I looked into both of their eyes and put on what my grandfather called his no-nonsense face.

Richard looked to my mother with an expression of disbelief, while my mother just looked at me oddly.

"There is something big happening. I can just tell. We need to be there tomorrow night." I could already see us walking into the house and being greeted by the three Dursley's while hidden beneath the stairs was an underfed, sad, lonely little boy. A boy who knew nothing about the trials he was about to face. He would lose the closest thing to a father he ever had, he would watch a friend die, and he would face the scorn of the public when all he ever wanted was to be a normal kid like everyone else. I knew the books backwards and forwards. The Harry Potter books had been at the height of its popularity while I was in grade school up until my senior year of high school. Perhaps this was the reason I was here in this strange world. I had always felt a kinship with Harry. We had both been orphaned. We both had greedy uncles. We both had to forge our own way in life. And if I could change his life to be better than not even Voldemort or Albus Dumbledore would be able to stop me. This time someone would be looking out for Harry.