Okay people-this is another spur of the moment thing, but whatever. I don't own anybody or anything you recognize. This is an OC, Harry, the rest of the trio, and Marauders go back in time thing. If you don't like it, well, frankly I don't give a rat's ass. Um, yes, well read and review if you want. Like the above, I don't really care.

I could hear the cops surrounding the building. This wasn't good. Dakota Union High was a school well known for its freaks, or in other words, metahumans. And this was the last day of school too...

Well what do you get when you cross a metahuman plus witch? Disaster. Thankfully, I have no powers like Richie Donald, who uses his powers for theft and stuff. So you're probably wondering what this whole metahuman and witch stuff is, so I'll start at the beginning.

About 10 years ago, when I was about seven years old, there were a lot of crimes going on here, in downtown Dakota. My mom was a healer witch, so she was out there a lot. So one day, there was this huge riot, and it spread around the whole city-you should have seen the death toll... Anyways, my mom was always out there healing people and stuff. I don't even know my dad so let's not go there. Okay, so on the third night of the riot, my mom never came back home-she was crushed by a truck that was being driven by some gang. And that's not the worst of it all. This truck happened to contain chemicals and a whole bunch of this nasty junk that worked pretty much like radiation. Except for two things-it affected only a few kids, and instead of giving out cancer, it gave out a whole bunch of powers. Like fire, water, wind, telekinesis... Even the power to go back in time.

Since I am a witch, and I had the power to travel in time, my godmother Vivian hid me from the Ministry of Magic. Which was difficult. We had to start living like muggles, which was not pleasant. Then suddenly, when all these kids who were affected by this, let's call it, chemical X, when they hit their teen years (which was all at nearly the same time), the powers came in full blast-they were controllable. And this led to two sides-the good and the bad.

My powers as time traveler came in, but they also mixed in with my witch powers. His resulted in controllable, but a lot more powerful magic. In fact, the only time I couldn't control it was when I was angry, so Vivian sent me to a yoga class. But enough of that now. I'll just explain one more thing.

Since I am born a witch, I was supposed to go to a magical school since I turned eleven, but we avoided all of the owls. Instead, there was some guy I met in the park who was a fully trained wizard, so he trained me in magic. He says that he's related to Dumbledore, so I guess that I believed him. Vivian still has no idea about this, and neither does anybody else in the world, including Voldemort.

Okay, so now I'll get back to the whole school thing. To sum it all up, Richie Donald and his gang of bad metahumans robbed a few banks over the week and stashed it at school. So us good metahumans are here sorting things out. And the cops. Back to battle mode now.

I could feel that Liz Branford, one of Richie's cronies, was behind me. She has the power of invisibility. I swung my fist back and smacked her square in the jaw. I ducked just as somebody shot a flame ball at me. No doubt that this was Alex Simpson. Suddenly, everything stopped moving. A whole bunch of these cloaked dudes swept in. I frowned-I was the only one moving besides them!

"The girl fools! Get the girl!" hissed a really creepy voice. I froze. Nathaniel (my teacher) told me about these guys. They were Death Eaters! In one quick motion, I pulled out my wand.

"She has a wand!" exclaimed one of the idiots.

"Get her! She's only standing there!" I took this moment to apparate to I don't know where.

Many, many kilometres away, a 16 year old boy screamed.

"Harry! Harry! Get up!" Harry Potter clutched his scar as his eyes fluttered open.

"What was it this time, Harry?" asked Hermione full of concern.

"What? N-nothing. Just another dream," Harry muttered. This was the weirdest dream he had ever had. Silently, he thanked her Hermione for soundproofing their compartment.

"Voldemort again?" asked Ron.

"Huh? Oh, er no. Kind of. Not really." Hermione looked concerned.

"What do you mean by 'kind of?'"

"Er, well I dunno. I was in this school, see? Like the muggle ones. And there were a whole bunch of these people there-mainly teenagers and cops. But the weird thing was, they were all blasting fireballs, ice, water, doing telekinesis and stuff like that. And then there were these Death Eaters who came in and stopped everything. Only one person was still moving..." Harry frowned, trying to remember what the girl looked like. He could only remember long, black hair and a really skinny little body. "Yeah- she was kind of really small and skinny, and she had long black hair. And then the Death Eaters tried to take her or something, and then she took out a wand, and then one of the Death Eaters says that he didn't know she had a wand. And then she apparated."

Ron and Hermione frowned. "You should tell somebody about this when we get off the train. I'm sure I've heard of something like this somewhere..." Hermione's voice trailed off. "Yes, I'm sure I've heard of it. Quite a few years ago, mind you. Um, er-oh! Oh now I remember! Metahumans or something along those lines! It was all over the news about 10 years ago! I remember now... Mum was talking about all those poor children in-in-I can't remember where... Somewhere in the USA. Of course, all those kids affected can't have possibly been all muggles. I bet that girl you saw was a witch..."

"Yeah! From the way you described her, she's you, only with long hair rather than short!" added Ron. Harry shot him a dirty look.

"Right, well I'll do some research this summer and I'll tell you everything at the Burrow."

12 Grimauld Place was no longer the OotP headquarters-after Sirius had died, no other Black members came round, and the house was made so only as long as a Black family member was around in the house, it could not be opened. So now the Burrow was made Headquarters. Or rather Headquarters for the children. None of the children were told where the actual location was.

"Or you can just tell me when we get our apparition exams."

"Oh yes-I forgot about that. I'll see you two next Tuesday then," said Hermione as the train came to a stop.

"Alright. Have a good summer then," said Harry forlornly.

"Don't worry-it's only a week," said Ron as everybody left the platform. They were greeted by the usual clan-the Weasleys, the Dursleys, Lupin, Tonks and Mad Eye.

"Hello you lot!" exclaimed Tonks happily as she gave Harry a noogie.

"Stop it Tonks! Please?"

"Alright! Party pooper," she muttered. Harry, Ron and Hermione rolled their eyes.

"Er can I tell you guys something?" Harry whispered to everybody but the Durlseys.

"Sure," said Mr. Weasley.

Harry told them about his dream and Hermione added stuff about the metahumans. The member of the OotP looked extremely worried.

"This isn't good. If that girl's a witch and she has those powers, and Voldemort gets a hold of her... Not good at all," Lupin whispered.

"Alright. We're going to do some research about these metahumans. Harry, can you please give us a bit of detail on this?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"Er yeah-um, well the girl was small and skinny, and she had thick black hair that went down to maybe her elbow, and it sort of was curly at the edges. She was sort of pale, but that was probably because of the Death Eaters." Harry frowned. Then he remembered something. "Oh! And some cops outside shouted something about Dakota's metahuman squad!" Hermione squealed.

"Oh! That's it! Dakota was the place! That's where all the stuff happened!" The adults exchanged worried, tired glances before shooing the kids away.

This was going to be some summer.