Hey everyone! This fic just kinda popped into my head a little while back and so I've decided to just run with it. I haven't really got a plot in mind but I think I've got enough to go on for a couple chapters and hopefully by then I'll have some sort of plot worked out… Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any Characters but Emma who is of my own creation…

Chapter 1

A terrifying gust of wind threw Emma, age 16, into the thick blanket of snow covering the ground. Crying out, she hit the earth with a hard thud. Making no effort to pick herself up, Emma lay facedown, breathing feeble breaths into her hands. The skin on her hands, already tinted black from the effects of frostbite, felt nothing when her breath washed over it.

Crying silently, Emma thought back to the near-death experience she had encountered nearly 12 hours ago. She had been flying to a new orphanage in Scotland when the plane she was on malfunctioned and began to down-spiral towards the mountainside. Minutes later, she had woken up to find herself the sole survivor of the horrendous accident. Determined to survive, Emma had set off with just her silver, fur robe, her one and only possession.

Now, hours later, she found herself devoid of food, water and warmth. Emma knew her chances of survival were slim to none if she didn't find shelter soon, but she seemed to be surrounded by nothing but snow, trees and a lake. She had no desire to live at that moment but something deep inside her insisted that she keep going. With a hard effort, Emma managed to draw herself onto her knees and survey her surroundings once more in an attempt to find, someone, someplace that she could go. In a couple minutes, her attempt had proven to be fruitless, she could see NOTHING. Then suddenly, as if in an answer to her prayers, the swirling snow seemed to clear and Emma saw what appeared to be a large decrepit mansion.

A sudden joy and hope filled every inch of her body and with what little strength she had left, Emma set off towards her only hope of survival.

After what seemed like hours later, Emma arrived outside of the old mansion. Looking around for any signs of life, she spotted a sign that said Danger: Do Not Enter. Although the message made her wary, it was not going to stop her from going inside this place. Stepping towards the waist-high window, Emma hoisted her body onto the ledge and began to slide herself through the opening. Her head had come almost half way through the window when she felt something blocking her way in. She lifted her eyes to where her head had been and saw nothing there. 'Strange,' she thought. Reaching out her hand, she tried to push it through the invisible barrier to no success. Pushing harder, she felt it give a little bit. With the last of her strength, she did something some would call crazy, maybe even dangerous. She through her entire body at the barrier and then, feeling herself hit a hard surface, she smiled weakly in triumph and let her mind and body fade into darkness.

"Where do you reckon she came from?"

"I dunno but she doesn't look like she's from around here."

"Maybe she's from Bulgaria, they dress weird there."

"Are you kiddin'? She's definitely from Romania…"

"How do you know?"

"I dunno, I just know."

Two young men clad in white shirts, black slacks and robes knelt over a young woman with curly orange hair who looked like she had gone through quite a lot in the past couple hours. They had been walking to their next class, Herbology, when they had found her, sprawled out, unconscious of the floor.

"What should we do? I don't s'pose we can just leaver her laying here…"

"That's true but me mum always said to never touch anything that you didn't know where it came from. We've no idea where she came from."

"Thomas! Finnigan! What, exactly, are the two of you doing? You should be in class!"

"N-nothin' Professor McGonagall…"

"Who is that on the floor?" The Professor's voice was rising steadily with each word and the two students cringed at the thought of her temper being unleashed on them.

Seamus Finnigan, an Irishman and a 6th year student at Hogwarts replied, "We dunno Professor, me n' Dean just found her laying here 'bout 5 minutes 'go. Honest!"

Professor McGonagall, a tall, stern looking lady, thinned her lips into a frown and walked over to the limp figure on the floor. With a critical and trained eye, she concluded that girl was anywhere from 15-17 years old, about 5'2" and looked like she went through hell and back. As she opened the front of the young woman's cloak, the Professor noticed that the girl was wearing muggle clothing, rifling through the cloak's inner pockets, she found nothing but what appeared to be a few coins of muggle money, no wand, no knuts, sickles or galleons. Composing herself, she raised herself from her kneeling position next to the girl and said, "Finnigan, Thomas, I need you to go and alert the Headmaster that a young muggle woman has somehow entered the premises and that I have taken her to the hospital wing. Do NOT make any stops on the way and Do NOT tell anyone what you have seen. Well, what are you waiting for? Go!"

As the two boys ran off with a decided air of excitement and surprise, Professor McGonagall, with a grim look at the girl, levitated the unconscious figure and took her to the hospital wing, wondering what was to become of this poor young woman.

Well? Do you like it? Please review, I'd love to hear any comments!