DISCLAIMER: I don't own Forgotten Realms, Harry Potter, or any of the other recognizable characters in this story, they belong to the original authors

When Havilar Balorfist, warlock of Belial, decided to experiment with Planesmagic, she had no idea the troubles she would cause herself. If she had, she probably wouldn't have done it. But it was too late now, she was already on her way across the multiverse, with no control over her destination.

Havilar was born in Netheril, and she was a Tiefling. She had formed a pact with Belial at the ripe age of 15, desiring the power he could give her. Her pact blade, which she kept on her person at all times, was made of a black metal with gold inlay. The blade was split into two halves with a quarter inch gap between them. Havilar herself was not tall, measuring only 5'2", or about 1.6 meters. She had solid gold eyes set into a very feminine face. Her skin, a dark reddish colour, was smooth, lacking any blemishes or scars. Her horns curved behind her head end ended with sharp tips. A forked tail extended from her behind and was usually wrapped around one of her legs. At the time this story was written, Havilar was just 18 summers old, though already an accomplished warlock.

Harry Potter was in his 5th year at Hogwarts and, what with the trouble with his Defense against the Dark Arts teacher Delores Umbridge, had taken to roaming the Black Lake alone with his thoughts. It was on one of these walks that a portal appeared at the far edge of the lake, where he was at that moment, and spat out a... something. Harry immediately drew his wand and pointed it at the strange creature, which, funnily enough, looked like the Christian portrayal of a demon, horns, tail, and all. The creature looked at him and he took a step back on seeing her, he was pretty sure it was a her, solid gold eyes.

Havilar was confused, she was supposed to be back at Neverwinter, but it appeared something had gone horribly wrong. She was not in Neverwinter, although there was a castle. That castle was not castle Neverwinter, and, it appeared to be inhabited. There was a boy, not much younger than her, staring at her pointing a stick at her, but not just any stick, she could feel the power in it, it must be a focus, like her blade. Her blade which she drew now, gathering power in case of a fight.

Harry was panicking, the creature, had drawn a knife and green flames were gathering around it's blade, slowly he put his wand away and said, "I don't want to hurt you, nor do I want to be hurt, I was just startled by you appearance". The creature's knife lost it's green flaming glow and she tucked it back into her clothing. "Peace" she said, her voice was light. but held power. Harry knew he should take this woman to Dumbledore, his mentor. "Can you come with me?" He asked, "I want you to meet someone." Havilar sighed, but went with him, she was alone in a strange land, she needed all the help she could get.

Albus Dumbledore was at a loss, He didn't recognize the creature in front of him, Harry had said she'd come out of a portal by the Black Lake, it was a miracle Umbridge hadn't seen her yet. Albus looked through his half moon spectacles at the woman sitting across from him, her tail wrapped around one of her legs. Havilar looked at the man in front of her, he reminded her a lot of Eliminister, the most famous wizard of her homeland. She suspected this man was just as wise. She spoke softly "My name is Havilar, I am a tiefling warlock from Netheril", Dumbledore frowned as Havilar continued "and I can see none of that means anything to you, which means I am much further from home that i thought".

Delores Umbridge was mad, no, she was beyond mad. A Slytherin student had come to her with a story about Harry Potter, the boy that was "lying" about her master's return, sneaking a red skinned... something, probably a disgusting half breed, into Dumbledore's office, and now, the stupid gargoyle wouldn't let her in. She had already tried blasting it with magic but it still refused to budge. Umbridge screamed in frustration but even that didn't help her gain entrance to the office.

Back in Dumbledore's office, Havilar was telling her story to the headmaster, who had never quite heard a story like it. "so after the spellplague magic was messed up, so some people made pacts with more powerful beings. I made a pact with Belial, a devil and lord of one of the realms of hell. In exchange for serving him I get a taste of his immense power, this" she held up her pact blade, "is a focus for that power, it channels my infernal magic so I can control it." Dumbledore nodded. "so how did you get here?" he asked. "well," said Havilar, who was now much more relaxed, leaning back into her chair with her tail whipping around at her feet. "I decided I wanted more power, so I decided to try a Planesmagic ritual, there wasn't much information on it but there was enough to perform it." She sighed, "I should've done more research, it wasn't a power ritual, I can only deduce it was a portal spell, but with magic messed up after the spellplague I kind of missed the intended destination." Dumbledore looked at her, "that's some advanced magic you're talking about, do you have any experience with dark lords?" an idea was forming in his head, a dimensional traveler would be the last thing Voldemort expected.

Harry returned to the common room and immediately found Ron and Hermione, he told them about the portal, and the creature. As he was describing the devil creature, Hermione's face was lighting up with recognition. "a tiefling" she muttered, then exclaimed, "wait here. I have to grab something". When she came down the stairs a few minutes later she was holding a book. She brought it over to Ron and Harry and began to explain. "my dad plays a tabletop game called Dungeons and Dragons, when I learned about Hogwarts he gave me his first ever book on the game, it's all about warriors and wizards fighting evil wizards and zombies, stuff like that." She paused to take a breath, then opened the book to a certain page. Harry looked at the page and saw a drawing of the exact creature he had taken to Dumbledore's office. He turned to Hermione and said, "that's it, that's what I saw." Hermione read a passage from the book. "Tieflings are sentient beings with a devil or other infernal being in their ancestry. Although there are many different kinds, the most common has horns, red skin, and a forked tail. Although they look evil, many tieflings are good people, and contribute much to society." Hermione stopped reading and looked at Harry. "That must be what you saw, I wonder how she got here."

Back in Dumbledore's office, Havilar had just finished telling Dumbledore about the lich Valindra, and her own part in fighting the undead wench. Dumbledore had a thoughtful look on his face and a twinkle in his eye. "Miss Havilar, I'm going to send you someplace safe, there are unfriendly eyes everywhere, even here." He grabbed two pieces of parchment, on the first he wrote only a few words. He then wrote a longer letter on the second one. He handed both to Havilar. "read the first note, then come over here. She looked down at the note, it read "the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is at 12 Grimmauld Place" when she finished reading she felt a strange power wash over her as the piece of paper combusted. She then joined Dumbledore by a seven foot tall fireplace. He looked at her, "I'm going to send you somewhere by floo powder, you just take some of this," he held up a jar of fine powder, "throw it in the fire and shout your destination, you destination wad written on that note I gave you. When you get there, hand the second note to the man who will greet you, he will give you a place to sleep. "Havilar stepped into the fire and shouted "number 12 Grimmauld Place" and was whisked away in a flash of green fire.