Description: A super fangirl just like you and me finds herself reborn into the world of Harry Potter. But she has no recollection of her past life so when she gets invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry she is beyond excited of course but rather worried about a certain trio of Gryffindors.
To Save Them All
Chapter 1: Pilot
She sat on the floor of her room staring into a mirror she had placed against her wall. The knife in her shaking hand gleamed as the light hit it. Through the tears in her eyes she looked around her room one last time. She gazed at all of the posters of her lifetime heroes hanging on her TARDIS blue walls, her collection of Harry Potter books and merchandise on the shelves, the many drawings she made of her favourite fictional characters, her mangas and anime dvds, and bits of past cosplays hanging in her closet. She heaved a sob as she tried to muster enough strength to keep her going once again. She imagined characters comforting her and telling her she didn't have to do this, just like she'd imagined so many times before, but it was no use. She didn't believe anything they said this time. She hurt so much all the time and she couldn't take it anymore! There was no getting better, there was only one solution to stop the pain for good. She recited a silent prayer asking for forgiveness as she raised the knife to her chest. Just above her heart she stopped. Her entire body shaking with sobs and fear, tears streaming down her face and making her unable to see. She closed her eyes. Took one last deep breath savouring the feeling of air in her lungs. And with determined finality plunged the knife down into her heart.
At that same moment, far away in another world entirely, a baby girl was born. Confused at the unexpected sensation of breath and feeling she opened her eyes. Everything was blurry but she could make out the form of a person lying in a white bed whom she was being brought towards. The child suddenly stopped being brought towards them and she was able to strain and tune in on a conversation she had not noticed until then, "- rid of that abomination!"
"No! She is mine!"
"She is a dirty child, she is a soiled spot on our bloodline and so are you! You will give her up or you will never be forgiven."
Some older looking woman who had been yelling, then reached towards the baby and picked her up. But before the child could properly comprehend what was happening, everything she knew, everything she remembered began to slip away, locked away to the back of her mind forever.
That night the same old woman walked the streets of London carrying the same baby girl. She continued around, searching for the smallest orphanage she could find. A while later she came upon a house with a small yard and a sign in front reading, " Madame Lyndfeld's Children's Orphanage". It looked like a relatively new orphanage and there couldn't be more than 10 children living there. There was a well painted brown fence around the yard, there weren't many vines or plants growing on the building, and the windows looked clean and well kept. The old woman was not completely heartless and decided this would be a suitable home for the child to be kept safe. She walked quietly up to the doorstep of the orphanage and gently laid the baby girl down. She was wrapped in a simple hospital blanket and her chubby little face just barely peeked out of the folds of cloth. She had pale skin and just a touch of fuzzy blonde hair on her head and for now her eyes were brown though you could see just a touch of green to them, surely once she grew up she would have beautiful green eyes. The sweet innocence on the child's face was almost enough to make the old woman change her mind about abandoning her. But these were dark times and she could not afford to keep such a secret and risk her family's name. With a last tender pat on the cheek the old woman backed away from the doorstep and disappeared into the night.
The next morning the child would be found and taken in. Eventually earning the name of Mystery, or Mystie, Lyndfeld from one of the less creative nurses working there. And years later, Mystie Lyndfeld would find herself in a world she never would have imagined becoming her reality.
A/N: This is the first chapter of my new fanfic that I hope will continue for a long time. This is just a pilot chapter so it's really short I hope that the future chapters will be longer. I have big plans for this fic so make sure you favourite, follow, and review! It motivates me to write more! Though this is the only chapter I plan to post before I finish writing the first year it shouldn't be too too long of a wait. The first year will go by quickly and the following years will be much longer and more detailed. Also I'm not entirely sure I like the title so I'll always be accepting suggestions. Anyways I think that's all I have to say for now. Thank you for reading! ^w^