Summary: What would happen if you went in the Harry Potter world? Would you change anything? Could you change anything?

Full summary: Alexandra "Lexi" Grayson was a 'regular' teenager; she did weird stuff with her friends, read and did all kinds of teenager stuff. That all changed when she wakes up in the house of Severus Snape. Follow her as she tries to get back to her world while messing with the one an only Boy Wonder and the Amazing Bouncing Ferret.

Rating: T for swearing and some gore.

A/N: I made this fic for the "A wake up call from Hogwarts competition". I had to put myself in the Harry Potter world and create a story based on that. This story is set on Harry's second year and due to obvious reason AU. Any questions you may have PM me. I plan to post twice a week. Please review!

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Chapter 1: That's why you DON'T (or do) go into abandoned pubs.

"Gosh, what's so interesting about these stupid buildings?"

I groaned as I heard my friend Rosalie complain about the trip for the fifteenth time in the past hour. Rosalie was usually a good friend, but she was also irritating. I mean, we were in England for God's sake! England, the home of the Queen, J.K Rowling, Harry Potter, the Tower of London, London's eye, and other great things that we didn't get to see in our lame little town.

Yet all she had done was whine about pointless things; ever since we landed in London on Monday, she had been complaining non-stop—'The trip was boring', 'The food is yucky', 'who is that old guy', 'those buildings are stupid' 'Is that Big Ben, I thought it was from a movie'. It was Wednesday now and I was at my wits end, if she kept complaining I couldn't be held responsible for my actions.

"Rosalie" the teacher sent Rose a glare, one that clearly said 'Shut up now or there will be consequences later". Mr. Grady was probably fed up with Rose too.

"What?" but since she was Rosalie, it wasn't clear enough. I slapped my face and turned to her.

"Rose, shut up" then a moment later added "Please"

Manners after all were important. Or so my father said.

"Why? What did I do?" I heard some of my other friends around me groan and some of the guys of our group snicker. I sighed; it was going to be a long day.

"Rosalie just shut the hel-heck up" I've never really had a problem with swearing, I mean it was just a way of expressing ones self and communicating, but it didn't mean I was going to do it in front of a teacher. However, I doubted he would have done anything beside silently congratulate me for doing it since he couldn't.

Rose was about to retort— probably to ask me again why—when our guide clapped her hands calling for our attention. She was an old and plump woman with black greying hair. She reminded me of a grandmother, not my grandmother but of one.

"Alright children, it is now 5:49 and yesterday I promised you kids some time to finally wander around on your own"

I rolled my eyes, we were fifteen, well most of my class was anyways, but our guide kept forgetting our age. She had thought we were grade two's and when we told her we were grade nine she just cooed 'of course you are, dears'. So now, every time she spoke to us she treated us as if we were some stupid eight-year-olds.

"So everyone understands? Ok, toddles!"

Wait, what? I snapped my head up and looked around, I had tuned out again. I had to ask my friends what she said but when I turned around to ask my question, I noticed no one was there; they had left me alone, again. Great.

"LEXI, Come on!"

I turned around and found Lisa standing more than twenty...ten?...sixteen feet?... eh, who cared exactly how far away she was, the point was it was the fifth time my friends left me standing alone this week. I sprinted towards them hoping I didn't slip due to the puddles.

"Guys, would you wait for Lexi? We left her...again"

I rolled my eyes at Lisa's attempt to make my friends wait. Each time we were to go in groups they left me behind and each time it was Lisa who realized they left without me.

A raindrop fell on my nose and I looked up; grey clouds had taken over the afternoon sky. I tried running faster to avoid the rain. I finally caught up to my friends a couple of minutes later. They were standing in front of an abandoned pub, it was old and it looked like it would collapse at any moment.

It was at that moment that it started to rain heavily.

"Myles, What are you doing?" one of my friend screamed, the rain was falling loudly and we could barely hear each other. Myles had run inside the pub.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm finding shelter!"

"We can't go in there, we aren't allowed to!"

Myles was about to reply when thunder interrupted him. Loudly. Then I saw his hair begin to rise, it was like when you put your hands in the van... Generat-... in a static ball thingy.

My eyes widened when I realized what was going to happen. I guess my friends came to the same conclusion because we all ran towards the pub. Moments later lightning struck right outside the building.

I looked around the establishment, there were some tables and chairs but I couldn't see much else, but I could tell everything was dusty and there were cobwebs everywhere. I walked further in the pub and tripped over a chair, I fell hard on the stone floor and groaned. I struggled to stand and fell again, that time I stayed down there. It wasn't worth it to try again. I sighed and closed my eyes.

When I opened them again, I found Mark extending his hand. I gladly reached for it and finally stood up. Once I won the fight against gravity, I stared into Mark's dark olive green eyes while he looked into my dark brown ones— neither let go of the other's hand.

We were still holding hands when Quinn cleared her throat sometime later. We jumped apart, and I blushed and avoided Mark and Quinn's gaze.

"Well, it seems like there is a storm out there, we'll have to wait here until the rain stops" Quinn said in an attempt to break the awkward silence.

"It's raining? I hadn't noticed that Captain Obvious." Quinn glared at me. I sighed and tried to say something not sarcastic. Quinn didn't deserve me lashing out at her.

"When are we supposed to meet the group?"

"Are you serious Lexi? Miss. Figs told us when, like twenty times" She sounded unimpressed.

"Sorry I kind of tuned out"

"Oh" then she smirked and said "Were you day dreaming again? What were you daydreaming of, Lexi? Someone you like, maybe? You know a guy whose name is-"I glared at Quinn and told her with a sickly sweet voice to kindly shut up or else. She deserved all of the lashing.

"Since you guys are having such a good time making fun of me, I'll look around. Maybe I can find something fun to do, while you idiots die of boredom" As I left the room, someone stopped me by grabbing my wrist. I let out a dramatic sigh and turned around. My eyes widened when I found it was Mark who held my wrist.

"Hey, Lexi Can I come with you?" My pulse was speeding up, and my mind was racing. I had at first created a mask to hide in when something like this happened so no one suspected anything, but now it was almost automatic, I didn't even have to think to create a sarcastic response, a mean insult, or a degrading comment. I now had to stop myself for saying hurtful things that I would later regret.

"If you must" I finally murmured.

As we moved to the stairs, I heard Quinn laugh. "Hey, the lovebirds want some time alone!" I felt my cheeks warm up and I hurried my pace.

"Lexi and Mark sitting on a tree" Lisa began to sing

"K-I-S-S-S-S-I-N-G" Quinn continued

"Doesn't kissing have two S's?" Asked Rose

"Not if you are kissing for a long a time" giggled Lisa and Quinn at the same time.

I was mortified, I hated when they did that.

Mark and I had reached the second floor landing but I could still hear the girls laughing. We continued to walk silently side by side and I wondered where Myles was.

As we walked, I heard the structure creak and squeak, raindrops hitting the wooden floors probably due to leaks in the roof, thunder clapping, and wind howling. Then, someone screamed. I gasped and jumped, Mark, on the other hand, gripped my arm. Hard.

I turned my head so I could see his face; the corridor held no light so it was difficult to see but I noticed that Mark had paled. We decided to go where we heard the scream. Mark didn't loosen his grip on my arm.

We heard the scream again, but now it was coming from where we had come.

"Mark" I whispered. My voice was several octaves higher and you could hear the panic on it. "Go look there, I'm going to stay here and see if I can find what is making that noise"

"What? No! I'm not going there alone! I mean I'm not leaving you here alone" I rolled my eyes at his effort to look tough, and pushed him towards the place where the scream came from. I was also terrified but splitting up seemed like a good idea, this way at least one of us could warn the other of sinister goings on via screeches of terror.

"Bye -bye Mark!"

I looked around to see if there were any unlocked doors, there were none so I kept walking deeper down the hall. It was maybe 10 minutes later, I couldn't be sure—time passed different when one was scared—, when I found one that wasn't locked. I put my hand on the handle, took a deep breath, turned the handle so slowly as to not make a noise, and pushed the door open.

I saw someone crouching down; their face was facing the wall, the room like the rest of the pub was dark.

"Hey, Myles are you ok?" I hoped the figure was Myles. My throat constricted, and it was difficult to swallow. So much for my "scream to warn the others of danger" plan.

They didn't respond.

I took a shaky breath and walked closer towards the figure. 'This is so not a good idea' I thought as I put my hand on the figure's shoulder.

The figure turned around and lighting struck the room, a bright ball of light appeared. It soon began to grow and shallow everything surrounding it. All I could see was light, that horribly bright light. I tried closing my eyes in an attempt to shelter them from the hellish light, but not even my eyelids could give me the darkness I wished. The ball kept growing until everything was light; until I could hear nothing but light, smell nothing but light—I couldn't even taste anything that wasn't light.

My brain felt as if it was melting and I was pretty sure I was screaming in agony but I couldn't hear it. My skin burned and I felt something, a liquid, that was trickling down my face...something that was as likely to be my tears that it was to be my eyes.

I never felt so much pain in my life. And just as suddenly as it started, it all went black.


I didn't know how long I was out before I finally regained consciousness, but I was glad that I felt no pain... well, much pain.

I opened my eyes, glad as fuck that I still had eyes, only to see a dark room. From what I could tell, it was some kind of bedroom, and I was on a bed. A lumpy, smelly, and uncomfortable bed, but a bed nonetheless. I was glad for it—I felt so very sore— until I realized that this room didn't look like it belonged to the pub.

I sat up, wincing as my muscles protested, to observe the room. The floors where stone, and while the room didn't smell nice, the room looked to be well kept, a 180 from what the pub looked like. I began tot panic, Where was I? This had to be some type of joke!

Someone entered the room and shut the door loudly making me jump. I turned towards the figure and saw a man; he had shoulder-length, black hair—it looked somewhat greasy—, a long hooked nose and black...robes?

I gasped when I noticed he is holding a stick with his right hand. I knew who this man was, at least I had a fairly good idea. I was probably delusional because the man standing a few feet away was Severus Snape.

I fainted.


I woke up with a wand pointed at my face and a pair of obsidian eyes looking down at me. So either the weird ball of lighting made me delusional—which I hoped— or this was really my life and the person pointing the wand at me was indeed Severus Snape.

I cleared my throat, since it was annoying having a wand pointed right in the middle of my face, and hoped Snape would catch my meaning. He did, and he lowered his wand, slowly, but kept his steady gaze.

"Severus, I would really like if you would stop looking at me as if I were one of Neville's attempt at a simple potion" I saw Snape's eyes widen just a bit when I said that. I had argued whether or not to make of fun of Severus but then realized this opportunity was too good to pass up. Hey, when life gives you lemons...

"Who are you and how do you know that?" Snape's drawl was just as I imagined it, and I squealed in my head at that fact. However, I wondered what to answer, in the one hand this could be a dream and it wouldn't matter, on the other...I was pretty sure I made a big mistake by making fun of Snape. I decided to act as if this was a dream. It was better that way.

"Why should it matter to you who I am? And how do I know what?" I said attempting to drawl. It had been a dream of mine to outwit Snape, and I was so going to do it.

"It matters to me who you are, you insolent child, since you are in my home being taken care of by me! And how do you know of Longbottom's failure at potions?" Snape snapped (that's funny) and his nostrils flared. I decided to mock Snape for a little bit longer by putting my finger on my chin and staying quiet for a long time.

"I am Alexandra Grayson, a fifteen year old girl, and I know about Neville's inability at potions because you just told me" I gave Snape a Malfoy worthy smirk and saw him get more aggravated, but then his expression became doubtful and his eyebrows raised to his hairline. I meant that literally.

I was going crazy.

"Really? fifteen? You seem kind of small and young to be a teenager" I let out a hum of annoyance and pouted at Snape's statement. I was one of the shortest in my class, however I was not too small to be fifteen, I had checked and I was average size for someone of my age and heritage. Anyway, he shouldn't be talking either since he certainly didn't look the 30-something he was.

That was when I saw my reflection in the mirror and I gaped at my reflection. I didn't look fifteen at all. I looked like when I was fucking twelve! My short hair had return to hanging to middle of my back, my face was mostly cleared of pimples and was more pointed, and I was a whole lot shorter!

I was definitely crazy.

"Well, I used to be fifteen, now it seems like I'm twelve. Tell me Severus, what year is it?" Severus seemed disbelieving of the fact, but something fishy was going on and nobody made me into a six-grader again and got away with it.

"How can you not know what year it is?" Snape was suspicious of me now and I couldn't blame him really. I had said very weird things ever since I woke up.

"The same way I was fifteen when I passed out and turned twelve when I woke up!"

"What are you going on about you dim-wit!"

"This is getting really annoying. Why don't you just give me some of that truth potion so we can move on!" I was confused and cranky; arguing with Hogwarts' least liked professor was a complete waste of time. Probably after drinking the truth-serum Snape will take me to Dumbledore, not that I trust the guy but he does seem to know a whole awful lot.

"Why should I waste my potions on you?" Are all slytherins this unhelpful? Well, desperate time call for desperate measures!

"Severus, the question is why shouldn't you, I mean I could be a death-eater in disguise, or I could be a ministry official ready to arrest you due your death-eater involvement, I could be a spy, or an assassin, By not taking this measures you are putting yourself and Dumbledore at risk, I mean constant vigilance!" Snape didn't react at my speech; no wonder he is such a good spy. Or maybe I wasn't very good at being persuasive...

"Why would you ask for the potion if you were any of those people?" Note to self Slytherins were impossible.

"Do you want your answers or not? I do not want you mind raping my mind so taking truth serum is a very effective way of getting the answers you want" I scowled at Snape; something that I rarely did, he was destroying my patience.

"You do seem to have a point...Alright, just wait here and DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING" Snape left and his robe did its signature move; I smiled in awe at seeing such iconic actions.

I stood up from the bed and looked around. There weren't a lot of things in the room and now that there was light I could see it wasn't as clean as I had first thought; there were some books in a shelf near the door and the window was covered by some clothes letting just a bit of light in the room. I walked closer to the door and I was surprised to find the putrid smell was stronger there.

I decided to walk back to the bed and wait for Snape to arrive, I had annoyed him enough for the time being and I wanted him to help me. In what felt like twenty minutes later, Snape arrived with the potion and he looked as serious as ever.

"Drink this" He poured a bit of the potion in a small cup and he passed it to me, I drank it and realized it didn't taste like anything.

"What is your whole name?"

"Alexandra Danielle Grayson, but I go by many names like Lexi, Elle, Danni, Alex, etc..."

"How old are you?"

"I turned fifteen on June 9, 2014, but right now I believe I'm twelve" It kind of sounded funny when I say it in the monotone voice the potion was making me use. I looked at Snape and could tell he was very confused.

"It's 1992, how is it possible you are here? You come from the future?" I gave Snape a you-don't-say-look "I have to take you to Dumbledore!"

"Finally you realize the importance of the situation"

"Silence, I'll take speak to Dumbledore right away"

Snape left in a hurry and I found myself once again alone. I sat on the bed and wondered how the hell I got here. I was sure it was impossible for me to get into a book.