A.N.: I'm back again after a long hiatus. Let's see...Army training, college, deployment to Afghanistan...what's not to like? So here's my newest attempt at a fan fiction. If this story goes well, I might attempt to convert parts of it into an original story.

So sit back and enjoy.

Prologue: Kylie

Her blue eyes fluttered open slowly. Her body was in pain and ached everywhere; she could swear that even her eyelids hurt.

After straightening out her black hair, she got to her feet and observed her surroundings. The plain – that was the best word for it – was devoid of any form of life. A thin gray mist covered the ground and the air.

A figure in a white robe stood with his back to the girl, his arms crossed as if in deep thought. The figure's hood made it impossible to determine the back of its head. "You've finally made it, Kylie," the deep gruff voice of a man spoke.

"H-How did you know my name?" she asked, confused. Everything felt so new to her. Last she remembered she was in the front passenger's side of her friend's car just joking and chatting away.

"Kylie, do you know what happens to you after you die?" the figure asked, turning to face her. His face was unreadable due to the hood.

She looked a bit dumbfounded as she shook her head.

He removed the hood from his head. "You, Kylie, are special." His green eyes – rather, eye, as his auburn hair covered his left eye – seemed to bore into her mind. "You're a Scarwalker."

"No, no, no!" Kylie screamed. This couldn't be happening to her.

"Sorry, Kylie, but you died," the man, who introduced himself as Alpha, remarked. "You see, what happened is-"

"Shut up!" she screamed again and started pacing. "This can't be happening. I'm not dead. This can't be happening..."

"Well," Alpha said, "true. You aren't dead..."

Kylie stopped and looked at him. "But you said I died!"

"Yes, died," he explained, "but your spirit reformed here."

"Because of my...powers..." she stammered. Kylie stared at her hands. "What did you call me? A Scar-what?"

"Scarwalker," Alpha explained again. "One who can travel through time and space – or space-time – by using scars."

Kylie's confused expression didn't leave her face, so he continued. "Scars left by time – or, more specifically, time travel. Traces that have ripped at the "fabric of space-time"." He air-quoted the last four words of his statement as Kylie began to pace again. "Tearwalkers call them 'tears' instead of 'scars', but it really doesn't matter in the least. Tearwalkers are what you'd call time travelers, but instead of using scars, they leave them behind," he explained quickly. "We don't have much time, pardon the pun. There's a world in need of fixing."

"Magic? You're joking, right?" Kylie asked sarcastically after Alpha explained the situation.

"Oh yes, my dear. Magic in their world is very much real. The time-line, however, has been altered and not for the better." He pulled up a blue oval shaped object from the floor and transformed it into a box. Through it Kylie saw the world to which she was traveling.

"This world was supposed to have seen the end of its darkness, but some Scarwalkers have tampered with it," he told her. The picture changed to show a man with unruly black hair – Kylie thought it was blacker than her own – and green eyes with slits for pupils. His expression betrayed nothing of his thoughts or feelings. She got a bad vibe just from looking at the man.

"This is Harry Potter...or was before he was possessed by Voldemort, the Dark Lord of their world." The image changed once again to show ruins of cities, some of them recent, and entire massacres of people by this man and/or his followers, from what Kylie surmised.

"Oh Lord," she whispered as the destruction and murder occurred before her.

"I suspect that the alteration happened during the man's school years. As you are new, though, we must wait and train your powers first. Don't want you to end up halfway fused to a rock or something," Alpha joked as Kylie looked at him in horror.