Note: I don't own anything you recognize...that's the property of JK Rowling and e4...naturally I've fiddled with the time frames and such to fit what I wanted...Enjoy this crossover!

I didn't know that the day was going to be as bad as it turned out to be when I woke up. It was supposed to be a simple day, lazily walking around London. I had been in the city for nearly a week but I couldn't get enough of aimlessly walking around seeing different parts of the glorious city. I knew I had things to do but I couldn't focus on that just yet.

After taking the national rail and getting off at a random station, I found myself in South London. I watched as kids played in the park, people taking their dogs for a walk, and a group of people dressed in orange jumpsuits picking up trash near the lake. There was an ice cream truck parked just down the street so I headed over to get something. I was digging in my bag for my change purse when the sky began darkening.

I pulled my earphones from my ears and looked up. The sky was dark with clouds and the wind was picking up. I could see lightning in the clouds but there was something different about this lightning. I stepped closer to the lake and kept staring up. It didn't take long before I felt the air around me change. It was making the tiny hairs on my arms stand up. I reached into my bag to grab onto something when a burst of lightning lit up the entire sky and struck the ground. Several more lightning bolts struck the ground, one landing only a few feet in front of me.

My body was flung back away from the point of impact. I landed harshly on my left side in the middle of the road, the item I had been reaching for breaking then piercing my hand.

"Fuck."

I sat up and pulled my hand out. What had been 11 ½ inches of bloodwood with a core of crushed monkshood was now two useless sticks. The surrounding area of where the wood pierced my skin was tingling and becoming numb. I knew from class that monkshood could be deadly and immediate medical attention was needed.

"If only this happened at school," I mumbled.

I stood up and flicked the non-imbedded end of my wand. I wasn't sure if the Knights Bus would come or if…the bright purple bus was in front of me in a flash, startling me so that I dropped my bag. A skinny man with a hat pulled to the side stepped out and began talking.

"Stop. I need to get to the wizarding hospital now. I'm being poisoned by my own wand."

He looked down at my hand and saw the wood sticking straight through. He grabbed me by the other arm and pulled me on board before telling Ernie to step on it. I took a seat in the empty bus and was going to grab a hair elastic from my bag to use as temporary tourniquet when I realized my bag wasn't with me. I pocketed the other half of my wand and clamped my hand around my wrist tightly.

"Double Fuck!"

The bus jolted to a stop and the skinny guy helped me off. We were standing in front of a building called Purge and Dowse. I didn't know what to do but luckily the guy helped me through the barrier.

"Thanks. I dropped my bag back there so I don't have any money for you."

"Next time. Go get healed."

I quickly went up to the desk with a plaque reading Welcome Witch on it.

"Excuse me. I need a healer to, well heal me."

She barely looked up and shook her head.

"Have a seat and a healer will be with you when they can," she waved me off.

"No, you don't understand. I have monkshood as my wand core and it's begun seeping into my skin. I need help now or soon you'll have a dead witch lying on your floor."

With that I was quickly taken in and a healer was looking after me. The wood was pulled from my hand and the healer prodded the bloody wound with the tip of his wand. A cold sensation ran from my hand up my arm to my shoulder. The feeling dissipated slightly but it was still there going across my chest. The healer pulled his wand away and a small ball of blue particles floated out of the wound. He floated it to a vial and closed it off.

"Well, it should be all out of your system so we'll patch that up. I want to give you a couple potions to counteract anything that the monkshood might have done."

He episkey'd the wound closed and handed me two vials of potions to drink. I knew they wouldn't taste great so I shot them back, trying not to taste it before swallowing.

"Can you tell me what happened when your wand broke?" he asked as his quill fluttered across the parchment.

"I was walking through Muggle London when a storm came up. Lightning struck the ground and I was shocked back. I had my hand in my bag reaching for my wand when I landed. The wand broke and went through my hand."

"It is weird for lightning to strike the ground, especially here in London. Let's fill out this form and I'll check you over in an hour. If all is well, you can go. Name?"

"Rose Jolie Lupin. I usually go by RJ."

"Age?"

"I'll be 16 in three days."

"Where are your parents?"

"Mum was killed and I'm here to find my father. Sadly she never told me where to look. She just said London."

"Do you know his name?"

"Of course. Even though I've never met the man, Mum talked about him sometimes. In her will, she left a letter with information that could help me track him down."

"Hmm, well someone from the Ministry of Magic could help you out. Rest now and I'll check up on you later."

I didn't understand why I was being kept if the poison was out of my system and the potions I was given should prevent anything else from happening. I laid back on the bed and tried to remember what was in that letter. It was still in my bag which was still on the road in front of that community center. I knew my father's name and the names of a few people who should be able to help me find him. I knew he attended Hogwarts and was part of Gryffindor. Aside from that, I couldn't remember much but it was littler things that Mum thought I should know.

After a long time, the healer came back to check on me. He ran a diagnostic spell and I was clear of all the monkshood and stable.

"There is a department within the Ministry of Magic that can help you locate who you are trying to find. Go to Charing Cross and you'll find a pub called the Leaky Cauldron. Tom, the owner, will let you use his Floo to get there."

"Thank you."

I left St. Mungo's and exited out onto the Muggle street. While heading to the Ministry might be a good idea, I needed to head back and find my bag. My Oyster card was in the pocket of my jeans so I could at least get back on the train. I made my way to the Tube to get to a station where it links up to the national rail.

Close to an hour later, I was back where I had been when the shit hit the fan. There weren't many kids playing in the park anymore and the group of jumpsuit people weren't around. I jogged down the street to where I fell and my bag wasn't there. Since the community center was the closest place that I thought it might be taken, I headed over there. When I entered through a side door, it was eerily quiet.

"Hello? Excuse me, anyone?"

I walked further into the community center, spotting offices and a vending machine near the other end. I called out again and then I finally heard someone.

"Kelly, run."

The group that I saw earlier was running towards me from the other end of the center. A tall curly haired guy got to me first.

"You might want to run," he suggested.

"What?"

The group stopped around me and pointed towards the end of the hallway. A large black man stood there with an axe. Even from this distant I could see the craziness in his eyes.

"Fuck, could my day get any worse?" I cried.

"You ASBO scum. Not caring of what you do with your lives. Think the community owes you something," he ranted as he stomped closer.

"Is he for real?" I asked.

A door opened between where we were standing and where the axe wielding man was. Another guy in an orange jumpsuit walked out picking his nose. He turned to us and was about to say something when the axe came down into his skull. While we should have been running, we were all frozen to the spot. The man pulled the axe free with a schlop and began running at us.

A simple spell would have been able to stop him that is if I still had my wand. Back home, we were allowed to use our magic in life threatening situations even if Muggles were around. The group turned to run and I was knocked aside. I fell against the wall, barely catching myself before I fell down. The mad man was in front of me in a second.

"You ASBO scum…" he said, raising the axe.

"Stop, I'm not one of them. I just came looking for my bag," I cried, throwing my hands out in front of my face.

I opened my eyes and looked up when I didn't feel the blade of the axe cut through me. He was standing in front of me with the axe raised but not doing anything. There was no room for me to move away from the wall.

"Please move. I'll forget my bag and leave."

He backed up a few steps as if I ordered him to. I lowered my hands and scooted away from him. I don't know why he was listening to me when he just killed a guy. Maybe whatever drugs he was on had worn off?

"Alisha, don't go back."

"We left that girl back there with Tony. I can't leave her," a voice called back through the door that the group ran through.

A pretty girl with mocha skin walked through the doorway and almost immediately the mad man turned and swung the axe.

"NO! STOP!" I cried.