Hello everyone! I hope you like my fan fiction, I love the entire Harry Potter series and I was thinking about a mythical creature to add! Well, here's my interpretation of what would happen if MY character were added to the Harry Potter books!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter… but if I did Ron would be mine!!!!

? POV

I sighed as I walked to the potions classroom. I had detention, and unfortunately professor Snape would be the one hosting it. I glanced out of the windows at a darkening sky. I thought back on what I had done to deserve this punishment.

Sure, I could blame it all on the fact he hated me. But I did stick my neck out a bit far today. What could I do? He was completely picking on a girl for messing up on her essay, she had no idea she had messed up and was shattered that she did something wrong. I knew she was crying, even if I couldn't see her face behind her frizzy brown hair, because her voice was breathy and sad. I couldn't bring myself to regret sticking up for her, she seemed to be the type that had an obsessive compulsion to be perfect.

Anyways, long story short, I got a bit mad. I don't usually have a temper or anything, but he can't just pick someone as hopeless as that, and throw their hard work in their face! Maybe I could've used better "wording", but it was the heat of battle. I smiled to myself, remembering the look on his face. This would be a small victory though… no one would remember tomorrow… the girl won't remember who helped her, no one ever does. I don't think I'm forgettable or anything, I just can't seem to be recognized in this school… with all the famous people and strange happenings going on all the time.

I glanced out the window again, the sky was bleeding a dark blue into the horizon. I quickened my pace, begging God not to let me be late. I couldn't imagine what would happen to me then…

I heard something shuffling around behind me. I span around, but saw nothing. "That's weird…" I said out loud. I shook my head and told myself that it was just Missus Norris prowling the school. That seemed to trick my brain for a while, until I heard it again. I whirled around, a bit nervous. "Hello!?" I called down the empty hallway, "anyone there!?" No answer. My palms had started to sweat, and my breath quickened.

After a good scan of the hallway, I turned back around. "You're crazy," I muttered to myself, "there's no one here… Absolutely no one…" I heard the shuffling again, and spun around. Everything went black.

Harry's POV

Hermione was reading a book ,as usual, and Ron was buttering toast. I was hoping the weather would clear up in time for our next Quiditch match. We were already ahead of Slytherin, but it never hurt to play. I sighed, and watched my friends. Something strange was going on. I knew it… my scar had a dull throb… not a painful throb, but something else. I wondered what was going on…

"What's up?" asked Ron, who was about to take a bite of his toast.

"Oh… nothing…" answered I.

"We know when you are lying," said Hermione, no looking up from her book, "so why not tell us the truth."

"I just feel like something's happened." Both of them stopped to look at me. Whenever I felt something weird about to happen, it usually happened. And, most of the time it had something to do with Voldemort. "No, no, no! Not him!" They relaxed a bit, but still were staring at me. "I just feel… that something has happened, I don't know what… My scar isn't hurting or anything… just throbbing."

"Maybe you're sick…" said Ron, the piece of toast in his hand.

"Or maybe it's a sign." quipped Hermione. "When has your scar let us down?" She had a good point. I dismissed all of this, and told them not to worry, I probably just had a headache or something… though I doubted it. After a while, we noticed Dumbeldore enter the room.

That's odd… Dumbeldore made his way up to the center of the raised platform at the head of the room. He cleared his voice, and every conversation stopped in an instant.

"We have a missing person." announced Dumbeldore. A murmur went through the crowd. "She was taken last night on her way to the Potions room. Her name is Adelaide Cale, and she is a third year student. We have posted pictures of her around the school, so please, keep an eye out for her."

I wasn't sure, but I thought I heard Malfoy snicker. I turned to glare at him, but Malfoy had already turned away. I turned back to Ron and Hermione. "Who would've thought someone could get kidnapped at Hogwarts!" said Hermione, finally closing her book.

"It wouldn't be the strangest thing that has happened here…" answered Ron. They spent the rest of breakfast quarrelling over trivial things, and I was able to really think about the situation. Who could've taken that girl? I was almost sure it was Malfoy…. But I had no proof. Just a possible snicker and the fact that only Malfoy would be able to pull it off.

I excused myselff from breakfast, both Ron and Hermione quarreling over something or another barely noticed me leave. I wandered towards herbology, still thinking about the kidnapping. Who the heck could bring themselves to kidnap someone!? Well, actually a lot of people came to mind when I ask that question. Malfoy, Voldemort, ect… What really bothered me was that this girl, Adelaide Cale, was in my year, in my house, but I don't even remember her face. I didn't even know there was a girl by the name of Adelaide in our school.

But someone had go know who she was. Someone had to. I would ask around, see what I could find out about her. I guess that I have a heroic streak in my personality… I just couldn't drop the fact that we didn't have a clue where she was. I knew that I was obsessing… but I do that when it comes to people's safety. And, Voldemort may have something to do with this, and if this concerned him, I was even more concerned.

Adelaide's POV

Gr… what the hell was going on!? I couldn't see anything… I couldn't move my hands or feet… there was a blindfold on my eyes… What happened… It was fuzzy… but it slowly started to come back to me. Some blindingly blonde person was there. I remember hurting him, but I didn't have my wand on me. How did that happen? I was in shackles, but I hurt him in the leg.

I took a deep breathe, and tried to straighten my mind. I remember being in darkness for a little while, and then I woke up in a dark room, and I didn't have my wand on me. My hands were chained together… and then something happened and I hurt his leg. How!? God! I groaned, and squeezed my eyes shut. I had a headache, I must've hit my head somewhere or another.

Harry's POV

I had convinced Ron and Hermione to help me figure out more about Adelaide. So far, no one knew who she was. No one! How could that be possible? I can't really blame anyone though, I didn't know who she was either. I know knew what she looked like, from all of the have you seen me posters from around the school. But other than that, we had nothing to go on.

That's how we ended up in the library. We had a book on all of the students that are going to Hogwarts (Thanks to Hermione's connections in the library) and we flipping through the pages, looking for the "C" section. "Aha!" said Hermione as she pointed to a picture in the book.

The girl in the picture had long black hair, with side bangs. Her skin was white like paper, and her eyes were purple… I hadn't ever seen purple eyes, but I didn't think too much of it. For heaven's sakes, I had seen weirder than purple eyes! Her picture was smiling at us, and we looked to the information.

"It says here that she's a muggle born," said Hermione, "so that would give Malfoy the motive…" She read on, looking for interesting facts that may help us. "She doesn't have her parents anymore though, they seemed to have died in a car crash about eight years ago."

How sad… "Bloody hell," said Ron, "that's bad luck…"

Adelaide's POV

No more, no more, no more… I wanted to go back to my dorm and sleep in my own bed. I wanted to see my cat, Ki Ki. I wanted food… mmmmm, food. Food definitely was good. How long had I been here? An hour? A day? Possibly more? I knew no one was going to come for me anytime soon… not many noticed who I was or remembered my name. Maybe a teacher would notice? Please god, let someone notice.

Harry's POV

It was getting late, Ron and Hermione went to dinner a while ago, I was still searching through books to find out more. She was rather elusive… there weren't many pictures of her… My favorite was a candid of her, she was bent over a piece of paper, her quill moving quickly as she wrote on the paper. She looked very tranquil. I couldn't help but wonder what she was writing about.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes, I wasn't getting anywhere… I closed the book, and wandered out of the library. It was dark, dinner must've ended already. There wasn't much light, the moon was hidden behind the dark clouds. It was sorta spooky. I chuckled, me, Harry Potter, was afraid of the dark? I had battled against the dark lord before, I had nothing to worry about.

As if on que, I heard footsteps behind me. I gripped my wand, but relaxed when I remembered it wasn't curfew yet, anyone could be out! I turned around, but no one was there. I was expecting to see someone who was in detention running back to their dorm. It was silent again. I turned around slowly, and told myself that they turned a corner or something… an invisible corner. God, I was an idiot. I increased the grip on my wand.

The footsteps started up again, I decided not to turn around. Just kept walking at the same pace, listening to the rise and fall of feet behind me. This went on for two minutes, the person increased their pace, and I whizzed around and withdrew my wand.

All I saw was a flash of green, and then blackness. What happened to me?

I hope you liked it! Remember, this is my first fan fiction, so be nice… Review please!!! I like the plot so far, I hope you enjoyed it!

Harry: I enjoyed it!

Ron: I barely got a line…

Hermione: I got to read a book!

Adelaide: So… I'm chained to a wall…