I am just like you. My life consists of school, work, and, of course, Harry Potter. My senior year of high school just ended and after this summer, I was making my way to college. I couldn't be more excited. This was my reality.

Now, I've always said that if Hogwarts was real, I would drop everything instantly and go there. I knew this would never come true, and yet for some reason, I can't let the thought escape my mind.

I'm only slightly obsessed…believe me? Ok, maybe I'm a little more than slightly obsessed. It's not too bad. But why do I love these books so much? Because they let me escape reality. Seven books that total past two thousand pages, I love it, and I can read them forever.

But no reading would have prepared me for that day.

I work at a custard shop. Good old, Mary Stewart's Custard. I was working the morning shift which is slow and boring because who gets custard at ten in the morning? Nobody, that's who, so I make the custard and wait for the hours to pass. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, it's so slow I get to read. Today was one of those days because I got one customer probably every half hour.

I have about two hours to go, when this old man comes in. He is wearing corduroy pants and a matching vest. He had cute little half moon glasses. It was certainly amusing. It looks like he is new to the store so I say my introductory thing and wait for his order.
"What are you reading?"

I was expecting his order, so it took me a few seconds to answer. "Uh, just Harry Potter?"

"Is this your first time reading them?" He asked with an amused smile.

"No, I'm re-reading the series."

It was weird, telling this to a complete stranger. Usually I try to hide how much of a dork I am, even though they find out relatively soon anyway.

Then he looked over his glasses at me. It was unnerving. Instantly, a thought popped into my mind, but it's just my dreams getting the best of me. So we are standing here, just staring at each other, and I had to say something because it was starting to get awkward. So I blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "You would make a good Dumbledore." I mentally slapped myself for that comment. He was gonna think I was a freak.

But to my relief, he just chuckled. "Do you always compare things to Harry Potter, Miss Martin?"

"Not really—" but then I cut off, "How…how do you know my name?"

"I know many things about you, Amelia." He knew my name. I instantly tensed up and I could feel fear spread throughout my body. "Now, don't be frightened by a harmless old man like me."

"What do you want?" I asked with my voice shaking.

"I don't think you are ready hear that." He stared at me again…and I swear his eyes had a twinkle in them. Didn't Harry say that he always felt like Dumbledore could sense everything? Well, that's how I felt at that moment.

But there was no possible way that this was true. Keep telling yourself that, until you believe it.

"I've changed my mind; I don't think I'm in the mood for custard after all." Then he left the shop.

And I started freaking out.

It was just my imagination, nothing really happened. That man…that man was not Dumbledore. Amelia, you might be a little crazy, but you are not that crazy. Pull yourself together.

I wanted my shift to end so badly because I couldn't stand being cooped up in the shop. This made it even worse since I looked at the clock every five minutes. I almost couldn't read my book. Notice, I said almost. Nothing could stop me from Harry Potter. Thankfully, five o'clock finally arrived and I left in record time.

I was walking to my car when I heard a soft voice. "Are you ready to hear it, Amelia?"

I turned around. Just stood there, staring at him, unable to even blink. He knew what I thought, and he was going along with it. Maybe he really is…WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU THINKING!? "I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Are you sure?"

This could be a crazy man…wanted for murder or something like that. He might be fleeing from the police! And he is cornering me down.

"Do I need to show you?"

Oh dear Lord, he is gonna flash me. But, to my relief, he pulled out his wand. Oh shit. A wand. He has a wand.

"I daresay, your purse looks heavy, let me carry it for you. Accio!" And my purse flew out of my grasp, right into his hands. I just stared, shocked mostly.

"You're mugging me," I finally said.

But Dumbledore (I guess I should start calling him that…) just chuckled. "You are quite amusing."

"Why…why do you want to talk to me?"

"So you are ready." Once again he peered over his half-moon spectacles. "I need your assistance. You have read the series, and, therefore, you generally know what is going to happen. I know of some things, but I do not know everything."

I laughed at that statement, "Your Dumbledore, you know everything." He looked amused, but didn't say anything about it. But it's true, he is dead in the seventh book, and yet, he still is there at the end to explain what happened in the book.

"But, if you accept my offer, I need your help locating a horocrux. I do not know if they are in the same locations as the book, but I need you to search Hogwarts to find it. I know there is one there, but I do not have the time to search it."

Once again, I was rendered completely speechless.

"You will have to leave for a year, and that's all. I'll let you think about it."

I watched him as he turned behind our store, and then I heard a loud crack. He just apparated. This is the real deal. I got into my car and drove back home in a daze which probably wasn't the best idea. I came home to an empty house once again.

I was an only child and my parents were workaholics to the max. During the school year, I would see them when I got home for about an hour. They would come home, change, and head out to a business party or dinner. Would they really miss me? I could come up with something believable. Maybe that's why Dumbledore picked me. He knew it would be easy for me to leave.

I went to work the next morning, unsure of what to expect. He didn't show up for the whole day! I was so mad; I even stayed an extra half an hour, but he did not show. I was salty. I headed out to my car, and to my surprise, there was somebody already there.

"Dumbledore," I muttered.

"Ah, Miss Martin. Have you made your decision?"

"Yes, I'll do it."

A smile appeared on his lips, "Ah! Wonderful."

"So…"

"If you would, please, meet me here tonight around eleven? I'll fix it with your boss so you do not get in trouble, but I'm afraid you have to take care of your parents."

"That's all right, I already know what I am going to tell them."

"Wonderful. You'll probably need to pack a few sets of clothes, toiletries, and whatever else you might think you need. But, you will be given more belongings to help you through out the year."

I nodded. This was actually happening! I'm going to Hogwarts!

"Well, till tonight, Miss Martin."

I drove back to my house as quickly as I could. I needed to think out my packing. I took the biggest suitcase that we owned and started filling it. I started with my favorite clothes which all happened to be comfortable t-shirts and pajama pants. Well, I have to have some nice clothes. So I repacked accordingly. Next, I went to the bathroom and got all the important items.

"What did he say next? Anything I might need…" I looked around my room, and I rested my gaze on my Harry Potter books. Should I bring them? Well, it can't hurt. They might come in handy if I need to know something. I looked proudly around the room, I packed in record time. Unfortunately, I still had to wait until eleven. I'm gonna miss my room, but I'll be back in a year. It's really not that long.

I heard my front door open, and realized that my parents were returning for their brief hour or so at home.

"Mom, Dad!" I yelled down the stairs, "I need to talk to you,"

I went down to their study, and they were waiting for me. "I've decided that I would like to follow in your footsteps. I'm going to go to a private academy this year."

"Oh that's wonderful!" My mother exclaimed.

"When do you leave?" My father asked. Yep, that's dad, always straight to the point.

"Actually tonight, it's sooner than I thought."

My dad looked skeptical, but he shrugged it off, "And how much does it cost?"

Crap. "Umm…well, nothing…because, uh, I got a scholarship!" That took long enough.

"Amelia! I knew you would make us proud! A full scholarship to a private academy is just your first step to becoming a CEO!"

"Yeah…thanks mom,"

"Congrats, kid" My dad said, "but, your mother and I need to get ready,"

"Well…bye" with that, I walked out of the study. And that was it. I knew it would be easy…but. I looked back at the now closed study door. You think that they would have cared that I was leaving so soon. I should have known better than that. At least…at least they were happy for me.

They left soon after our conversation, and I just had to entertain myself for another five hours.

And, I regret to say that I failed miserably. But, time does pass, and eventually ten thirty came, and I packed my car and went to my work. It was completely dark when I arrived. He probably used the deluminator, at least, I hope, otherwise this would be creepy.

I got out of my car and waited in the deserted parking lot.

"Ah, how wonderful for you to be a little early. I daresay, I hoped you would be."

"Dumbledore?"

"Yes, I believe so." He came out from the shadows, and somebody was with him. "This is another teacher at Hogwarts, although you probably know her. This is Professor McGonagall."

"Hi," I said meekly. She looks more stern than the books describe. She nodded in return.

"I've taken the liberty to get you something that you need, but probably have no access to get it."

What could it be? Then he pulled out a wand. A WAND! "Oh my gosh."

He laughed, "Yes, it's your wand. But, this one is special since you do not have any magical practice. It can perform spells from years one through four on its own. However, you will be entering your fifth year so to learn that, you will have to work very hard. Do you understand?"

"Yes." All I wanted to do is to hold it. He finally gave it to me, and I could feel heat spread throughout my entire body.

"Amelia, there are a few things that I have to say. First, the books are not entirely true, I may have stated this before, but it is important that you believe it. Things may change. Second, you are not to tell anybody that you have read these books, that you are a muggle, or that you might know what happens in the future. Thirdly, as much as you might be enjoying Hogwarts, remember that you are there for a job. Do you understand?"

"Yep," Sure it was simple enough to understand. But, now that he mentions it, I probably will get distracted.

"Furthermore, I would like you to make an unbreakable vow, saying that you will not tell anybody what happens."

"Really?" I said in a way to happy voice. I should not be excited about this, I mean, I could die! But…an unbreakable vow!

We grasped each other's hands and McGonagall was the one who was witness to it. After that, there was nothing else except for me to go.

"Alright, good luck Miss Martin. Ask for the headmaster, and give him this when you arrive."

"Wait, aren't you the headmaster?"

A chuckle escaped from his mouth, "Oh dear, I've forgotten to tell you. You will be going into the past to search for it…about thirty years I imagine."

"What! But, you can't do that with a time-turner!"

"There are other ways to do so, and don't worry, I will be coming to get you in exactly one year. Good luck."

He placed his hand on my arm, and I suddenly felt a rippling sensation throughout my entire body. I closed my eyes because I was starting to feel a little sick. When the sensation was gone, I opened my eyes, and found myself staring at the castle. It was more beautiful than I could ever imagine! I stood staring at this gorgeous creation for probably about ten minutes until a stiff voice brought me out of my gaze.

"Can I help you?"

I turned around to find these intense, grey eyes staring at me. I looked at him, and saw his extremely blond hair. Is this Draco? No, it must be his father.

"I'm looking for the headmaster." I said it instead of asking because he would never help me. I'm a muggle for crying out loud! Oh, wait, but no one is supposed to know that.

"Follow me." And he started to walk towards the castle.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

He turned around and stared with a blank expression. "Do you want to find him or not because I guarantee that you won't find him without my help."

Well, he had a point there, but, of course, I didn't tell him that. I don't need to get mixed up with Lucius Malfoy. I have a job to do. As we walked toward the headmaster's office, I couldn't look at anything for more than a few seconds. The pictures on the wall that moved and talked caught my attention, and then I would see kids' practicing spells in the hallway, and then the beautiful views from the castle. Why was only able to be here for a year? It wasn't fair!

We finally reached the stone gargoyles. I figured Malfoy would leave, but instead he walked up with me. He gently knocked on the door. Wow, I never thought Lucius Malfoy would do anything gently.

"Come in,"

We walked through the doors, and once again, I was taken back by the room. Everything that I hoped it was.

"Ah, Lucius, what brings you here?" Yeah…such a pleasure. Well, I guess he was always good a sucking up.

"Professor Dippet, I found Miss…" he looked at me questioningly.

"Martin. Amelia Martin, I'm new. I have this for you." I quickly gave him the note before he could kick me out.

"Ah, I see. Well, if you could have a seat."

Oh no, was I in trouble already? He went to a shelf in his office and pulled down a hat. A hat? Oh, the sorting hat!

"We shall see where you end up. Do you know about our houses?"

I nodded, "I researched before I came here."

"Young Mister Malfoy is in Slytherin." I looked over at him, and he wore a smirk that would define a Slytherin in every circumstance.

"Let's see where you are." He placed the hat on her head.

Hmm…trying to fool everyone are you? A Slytherin trait, I believe. Oh shit. But, you don't want to be there. Let's see. Haha, my dear you are one hundred percent…HUFFLEPUFF.

I knew it. I always knew that I would be in Hufflepuff. I heard a laugh come from over my shoulder. I looked behind me and saw that Malfoy was trying, but failing, not to laugh.

"Wonderful!" Dippet said, "Lucius can help you find your dormitories."

I nodded, ready to get out of the office.

"Oh, and Lucius, keep an eye on her."

He didn't look pleased with the news, nor did I. Shoot, I did not want to spend my one precious year around him…

Thanks for reading! This story is going to be a LuciusxOC fic, and don't worry it will come soon! and I know, Amelia being a muggle is a little weird, but I thought it might be interesting! I would love to know what you think though!