Righting a Wrong

Chapter 1

Christina Burch stared at her homework lazily. It was two in the morning and she couldn't believe she hadn't gotten this stupid report done. She had been going at it since she got home from school that day. Her dark blond hair was up in a messy ponytail and her hazel/green eyes had circles under them. They slowly drifted shut and she jerked herself up from almost falling asleep. She griped at herself as she put her pen back to the paper. Nothing came, she felt like everything that needed to be said in the paper had been said, and now her brain was blank. The young woman sighed and leaned back. She was a sophomore in High School, just about to turn 16, but wasn't quite to that age yet. She had a week and a half tell school ended and she turned 16.

Her eyes drifted shut once again, and her brain didn't bother to respond to her attempt to wake up.

"I think I've finally gone mad," she sighed as she looked around. She was standing in a strange large room; there was a large archway, almost gateway, before her with glowing mist flowing in and out of it. "Where the hell am I?"

"Chris!" a voice called. She turned to find a handsome man running to her. Piercing grey eyes peeked out of long dark brown, almost, black hair. He quickly pulled her into an embrace, "Thank goodness you're safe. When Harry said you were here with him… I didn't know what to do…"

The young woman stared at him for a moment, unsure what to say, "Where is Harry?" she finally asked.

"They are on their way here. I told them we have to leave as soon as we can. This place will be crawling with Death Eaters and the Ministry soon. I do not want to see any of you get in trouble or harmed," he insisted.

"Sirius…" she whispered as she looked at a figure looming behind them. Luscious and Bellatrix appeared and all she could do was stare. Sirius quickly put himself in front of her.

"You need to leave, fetch the others."

"I'm not leaving you to face these monsters alone," she growled as Harry came running up.

"Christina, please," Sirius whispered.

"No."

A battle suddenly rang out. Curse after curse was sent. Christina found herself screaming curses she wasn't aware she knew. As it seemed to quiet down she looked over at Sirius with a triumphant smile. Then in slow motion a green light hit him and he went tumbling back into the giant archway. He slowly faded from sight like a ghost, "SIRIUS!?" she screamed.

"SIRIUS!" Chris snapped as she was forced from her sleep. She shook her head quickly and looked at the clock. It read 5:30 am. A small stream of curses left her mouth as she looked at her paper, "Oh well," she sighed ending what she had written, hoping it was good enough to help her pass the class. She quickly turned to her bed and found the squishiness of it a comfort.

Sirius watched the shadow of a dementor passed his cell. It had to be soon. It was important that he leave this place soon. Her face danced in front of him and he didn't know what it meant. She was young, but older then what Harry would be now. Harry would be turning thirteen soon. He couldn't believe it. His Godson, James' son was growing up. Another Dementor passed and slowly, with what strength he had, Sirius shrunk down to his dog form and slowly started his plan to escape this awful place.

"Chris?" Noel whispered while poking her friend awake. "Chris! Wake up or you'll have points docked off."

Chris jerked awake and attempted to pay attention.

"Why are you so tired?"

"Had to finish that report for CPS. Then I had another Harry Potter dream," she sighed as she rested her elbows on the desk.

"Was it Snape this time?"

"No."

"Who was it?"

"Not gonna say," she muttered. She was quickly jerked from her drowsy state as the entire building began to shake.

"Everyone! Under the desks!" their teacher commanded.

Christina did so, the best she could and screamed as a piece of ceiling landed near her. Another landed on top of Noel's desk. In a frenzy of energy, an energy that wasn't the earthquake, the entire ceiling collapsed and the only thing Chris knew was darkness.

"Professor!" a male voice called, "Professor, come quickly!"

Chris turned slightly, her head ached, her entire body ached and she feel like she couldn't move at all, "Mr. Filch what are you…" another voice that had a deeper, more velvety sound to it.

"Oh dear," an older female voice whispered. "Run quickly and fetch Professor Dumbledore while I move her to the medical wing."

The young woman felt her body suddenly lift and she let out a whimper as more pain shot through her. The next thing she knew she was laying on a bed being tended to by a calm female voice. Slowly her conscious mind slipped and she lost all thought into her slumber.

Professor Dumbledore looked down at the sleeping girl in front of him. She was dreaming, and by the looks of it was a very real dream. He sighed and pointed his wand toward her while muttering a spell. Before his eyes her dream appeared.

"This is ridiculous!" a male voice growled. They were standing in the Black estate. "I just… I hate hiding these things from Harry."

The young woman that was dreaming turned her head to the man that spoke, "Do you think I like this anymore then you do, if I could I would run and tell Harry right now, Sirius."

The man looked at her, "He should be told, not kept in darkness… It isn't fair to the poor boy. He's a part of this as much as the rest of us."

"Dumbledore thinks its best, but… I fear it isn't…" she sat down on the couch of the library they were in and put her face into her hands.

Sirius sat next to her and put a careful arm around her, "What do you mean?"

She shook her head, "There's so much… So much I wish I could tell you but I can't. It could destroy everything… So I help where I can…"

"Do you know something we don't?"

"Sirius," she warned, "I can't say anything at all, and so I'll just say no, I do not know more then you."

"You're lying to me."

"Sirius."

"Christina."

Dumbledore blinked and looked down at her as the young woman's eyes opened slowly, "Ah, I see you are awake, wonderful."

Christina stared at him for a moment, as if in awe or shock, Dumbledore wasn't sure, but the look in her eyes told him she had seen him before. The young woman didn't say anything though.

The old wizard took the empty seat next to her bed, "Tell me, have we met before?"

She shook her head no.

He nodded, "Then… May ask for your name then?"

"Christina," she spoke slowly. "Christina Burch."

"How old are you Ms. Burch?"

"Fifteen… I'll be sixteen in about a week…" she answered, her voice was soft, and by the look in her face she was still in a small bit of pain.

"Ms. Burch… I do not wish to put this on you quite so soon but I am curious… I know you are not one of the students here in Hogwarts, but I do wonder how you appeared here. There are far too many wards for someone to apparate, and you are much too young for such a venture."

"I don't know," she answered slowly. "I really don't… I was in class, where I live, it's a muggle school, but… there was an earthquake and I think the ceiling collapsed over our classroom… The next thing I knew was darkness and pain…so much pain…"

"Muggle?"

Chris's head jerked up and she looked at him, her eyes were wide, "Ooops…" she muttered under her breath.

A small smile crossed over Dumbledore's face and leaned forward slightly, "Please dear… It is very curious indeed that you know what muggle is even though you have never attended Hogwarts, nor any other school of magic."

"I'm a squib," she insisted, trying to get out of it.

"No you're not," Dumbledore chuckled, "and neither are you a muggle."

"Wha'?"

The headmaster continued to smile, "It also seems you are neither from this time or plane of existence."

Christina stared at him, her mouth half open in awe and shock. She wasn't sure how to take this. It all seemed so impossible, and it made her want to cry. She was fifteen, almost sixteen, she was almost through with her sophomore year in school and what happens? She gets thrown into the world of Harry Potter, having odd dreams with characters from Harry Potter wasn't bad enough. She glared at the ground suddenly.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at the emotions running through her eyes, "What am I going to do? What if everyone back home thinks I'm dead?"

He sighed and nodded his head, "I do not know if I'll ever be able to send you back but… if you wish to attend Hogwarts I would gladly tutor you this summer and catch you up to the rest of the fifth years."

She paused for a moment, letting his words run through her brain a few times, "What? You mean… learn magic? What year is it here?"

"It is the year 1993, my dear, the month of June," Dumbledore told her calmly.

Christina nodded her head, it didn't mean anything to her at all. Yes, she knew the books, but no she didn't know the actual time line, who kept track of that? She sighed and looked up at the Headmaster, "In my time… I'd only be four right now…" she confessed.

"Really? That is interesting my girl… No matter, I shall teach you the best I can in the next three months and then have you sorted before the rest of the students arrive," Dumbledore assured her.

"How will I explain my sudden appearance sir?" she asked, her thoughts running a mile a minute, this all seemed so…sudden and odd.

"That we will take care of as you begin to learn. We shall both come up with a reason and either combine them or use which ever is best," he gave her a very wise and knowing smile. "Now, I suggest you get more rest, you have a very tough next three months ahead of you. I do believe you can do it though, I have faith in you my dear."

Note: So… This takes place between the third book to the end. She is a bit young now but, hey whatever :P Anyway, I hope it was…interesting enough to get another chapter out. As always, the rule is if you like it just tell me and all I need is one review telling me to continue. Anywho, I'll be off, maybe work on chapter 2.