If you could change one moment in life, would you? Everyone has their thoughts on what they would change in their life, whether it be a break up, choosing to go left instead of right, or even just telling someone you loved them one more time. But what if you had the power to change not just the course of your own life but have the power to also change the lives of people all around the world, would you still change it? Having the power to procure a change in time is incredible yet dangerous at the same moment. It could take away some of the best memories of your life, but it could also make even better memories. Would you take that risk? That one risk that could change your life forever?


Rose Paige Thomas was typical in every sense of the word typical. She was typical in the way she looked: medium wavy brown hair, big blue eyes, was five foot six, and had a runners body. She had two sisters, a mother and father, a medium sized house that she has lived in her whole life, and an A average in school. She was not popular, but at the same time she was a total loner. Rose had her friends along with some friends in different groups, and to go with it all she had a boyfriend that she cared for very much. So, she is probably the most typical seventeen year old in the history of seventeen year olds.

But one single fact did not make her typical and it was her hatred for typical life. Rose wanted something more with her life, something that it was not currently giving her. But something was holding her back from trying to find what she wanted. Maybe it was the safety of having a comfortable life, knowing that she was cared for by her friends, family, and boyfriend, or maybe it was the familiarity of her life that she did not want to change. Whatever it was, had held Rose back from achieving the thing she wanted most in life.

"Hey Rose….Roseeeee….ROSE!" Came a scream into Rose's ear interrupting her thought.

"Oh jeez Vi! What was that for?" Rose asked her best friend Violet Rae Gane.

"Well I was only trying to help you out. I mean this is like the fifty bashillionth-"

"Is bashillionth even a word?" interrupted Rose, but Violet just went on as though not a single word was said.

"-that you have zoned out on me. Am I really that boring? You have to tell me if I am, I mean, what if that's why Toby broke up with me. Oh well, as the saying goes, his loss. But wait, would it really be his loss if I'm boring?-" Violet could talk for hours on end without stopping to hear a second opinion. Since Violet has known this long haired blonde since she was in preschool, she knew that Violet's personal conversation would go on for a while and decide to go back into her own mind.

"Was there anything wrong with typical?" Rose thought. "No. There's nothing wrong with wanting just a normal life. Finish high school, then go to college, the start a family, then die. It's what a typical person wants." And yet, when that single statement ran through her mind, something fluttered in the pit of her stomach.

"Hey," Rose interrupted Violet, " um, I've gotta go now. Just got a text from my mother saying that she needs me home. Bye!"

"Wait a second you only call you mom mother when you're trying to leave! Rose Paige-" Violet started but Rose ran out of her best friend's house and dashed into her blue toyota before Violet could press for details, and sped off. Rose had no idea where she was going, she just needed to get away from her constant thoughts about her normal future.

For the first hour, Rose just drove. Not caring about where her destination was, or what time it was, she just drove. For some reason she was always able to calm down and relax when she was driving in her car just listening to her music. It was soothing and comforting, and let her mind slip away from anything but the music and the road. That was until her cell phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

"Rosie it's me, your mother-" Rose started to roll her eyes,

"Mom I have caller-id, I knew it was you." Rose said in an annoyed tone.

"No need to be all huffy and puffy about it. Well anyway, I need you home in the next hour because dinner is gonna be ready soon." Her mother, Edna, said in a no-nonsense voice. Not wanting to end her drive and get back to reality, she suddenly spotted an old book store that she had never seen before.

"Sorry mom, but I already ate here at Violet's. I'm not gonna be home until late tonight." She said, thinking of how harmless this little white lie was.

"Ok, if you say so. Just make sure that you tell me when you get home. Oh and be home by midnight!" Her mother threw in the end part at the very last second, knowing that Rose would not get home until two maybe three in the morning if not reminded.

"Fine. See you later!" Rose said then hung up her phone. Right when she put her phone down, Rose turned her car around and started on back to that antique looking bookstore. Now, Rose loved to read just about as much as any seventeen year old, and normally passed the bookstores if she had a chance. But for some reason, she was drawn to this particular one. What was particularly strange about this store, was that it looked so old, yet she had never seen it before. Rose had basically grown up walking up and down the streets in her small town and knew every store that stood in the block-long downtown. And yet, she had never seen this one. She just sat in her parked car in front of the store, just gazing at it. The wooden sign above the door said 'Books upon Books', and was chipping at the edges which made it look well past a hundred years old. What didn't help was the fact that for some strange reason, this store was made in all brick while all the surrounding stores were painted different variations of beige.

"What the hell? Maybe I'm just seeing things and this is just my mind playing games with me." She decided to close her eyes, thinking that possibly it would go away when she reopened them. But after counting to ten with them closed, she opened her big blue eyes and there still in front of her was that old-timey looking shop.

The curiosity inside of her took over and she stepped out of her car, paid the meter a couple of quarters not intending to be long, and walked up to the store front. She slowly opened the Victorian era door and instantly heard a bell chime. The musty smell of her grandparents attic suddenly swam past her as she slowly closed the heavy door, thinking it could possibly break if she let it slam shut.

As she stepped more into the store, Rose's eyes wandered to the antiqueness of this place. There were gas lamps instead of light bulbs, an old-time cash registered that looked as though it should be in a museum, and a thin wooden picture frame with a dime inside with the word "Our first sale" written in cursive that you only see in history books. All this antiqueness made Rose think that she had stepped into a movie and should be wearing a corset and petticoat with black pointed heels, instead of her jean shorts, white v-neck, and flip-flops.

"Hello?" Rose called out, hoping that maybe seeing and hearing a normal human being would make this eerie place seem a little less creepy. After waiting a couple minutes, she tried again, "Hello? Um, I have a couple of questions about this place." While waiting for a second reply she notice a small black chalkboard that said "Just out back".

"What dumb-asses. Why would they write that? A person could easily come in here, read that board-well if they could read the hand writing- and take whatever they wanted." Shaking her head at the stupidity of the owners, Rose decided to just walk around the shop and see what else is peculiar. Walking half way down one aisle, she stopped to look at a row of books. "This keeps on getting more and more weird," she thought because none of the books in that row were normally bound. Instead, all of the books looked like they were first-edition from the nineteenth century. Walking up and down the other four aisles Rose began to notice that all of the books in the shop had that old fashion look to them.

"Might as well check some of them out. Maybe they're actually worth something more than what they're selling them for," Rose quietly said to herself. Picking a random book off the shelf without even bothering to look at the title, she turned over the book and read the cover. But after re-reading the cover four times she realized that it was in fact the real name of the book.

"Hogwarts-A-History. Wow, J.K. Rowling definitely wanted this book to be quiet. That, or maybe she is pulling a Willy Wonka golden ticket and only made one copy and put it in a random store and the person who finds it will get some money or meet her. Psh, yeah right. Oh well, might as well see what's inside," she said as she started to carefully open up the ancient looking book.

Upon scanning the first couple of pages, she saw a weird sentence. "What could that mean?" she thought. "If found, those whom read this phrase aloud can take you back to the time and place that your heart yearns for the most." She read to herself.

"Ha," she laughed to herself, "what if someone actually believed that this was real?" Then she said two words that would alter her life forever.

"Novum principio."


A/N: Hey everyone! I hope that you like this first chapter and that it has you intrigued. I would love to hear what you all have to say so please review and hopefully I can post the next chapter soon! I think you all know what I'm going to say next...Disclaimer! the wonderful J.K. Rowling owns all the characters that you already know...all the other characters that are unknown to you are created by me :)