Disclaimer: I do not own any of the familiar characters, scenes, or locations from the Potterverse that are found within this fic. They all belong to J.K. Rowling and whoever publishes the books/ebooks. If at any time the owner/s of the Potterverse wish for me to take down this fic then I will.

Warnings: Rated T right now for swearing, rating will go up as the story progress and the overall themes darken with the coming of the war.

A Long Road to Peace Series

The Sorcerer's Stone: The First Step to Peace – Prologue

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss. Thomas,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and

Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

That's the letter I found sitting on my windowsill when I woke up this morning, delivered oddly enough, by an owl. Now a normal reaction to receiving a letter like this may be to question the whole Witch/Wizard part of it, or the whole how could an owl be trained to deliver letters thing. My reaction was far from normal. It was more alone the lines of screaming "What the F***" and "You have got to be s***ting me" at the top of my lungs with my arms flaying around anime style. Now my name is Angelina Thomas(you can call me Lina), 11 years old, about 4' 5", weighing in at a whopping 75lbs., with pale-ish skin, blue eyes, and ruby red hair. But that has only been true for the last 2 years. Before that my name was John Smith, I know the most cliché white bred name on the planet. Anyway, apparently as Angelina I have been in a coma for 3 years from a car accident that lost me my father, until one I suddenly woke up two years ago.

How does that happen? Well you can ask me how as much you like and you will get the same answer every time. "Fuck if I know." All I know is I was just a regular 18 year old guy, from a place where getting a letter from a school that taught actual magic just didn't happen. Unfortunately where I come from the entire BS that George A. Romero dreamed up did. My last year of life as John was spent running for my life from an endless horde of flesh eating zombies. Watching people left and right dropping like flies. Having to personally put down my own family after my father was bitten and he changed and got to the rest of my family.

The last thing I remember doing is holding up in an elementary school doing my best to protect a few kids who had gotten left there. We held out there for a few months. Just waiting and hoping for some kind of help to arrive. I thanked God, Buddha, Chuck Norris, and anybody else I could think of that I was somewhat of a pyromaniac. We never would have lasted as long as we did without me rigging up random fire bombs with the chemicals from the janitor's closet. Eventually our food supplies started running low and all of us were slowly starving to death. The very last thing I remember seeing is a little girl shaking me and asking me to get up as my body gave out on them. I had been going without eating for some time to keep them fed just a little longer, in the hopes that someone would be able to help them. My last thoughts as I looked into her tear filled eyes as the life left mine were 'I'm Sorry.'

Next thing I know I'm floating in a void of nothingness. No idea if it was for only a few minutes or years. Not sure when but I soon started hearing voices, a woman crying, and a steady beeping sound. I slowly opened my eyes and was nearly blinded by the bright fluorescent lights. I tried to take a breath and start choking a bit from the tube going down my throat. As I try to pull the tube out I am instantly smothered in a bone crushing hug by a sobbing woman with red hair. This was Nancy Thomas, my mother apparently. It appears that I had woken up at just the right time seeing as my body was declared brain dead not too long ago and they were literally seconds away from pulling the plug. It took me a few months to come to terms with me going from an apocalyptic world of bloodshed and horror, to a calm and carefree life….as a 9 year old girl. The coming of this letter has put a lot of the strange things that have been happening to, and around me lately, into prospective.

There was an incident a couple months ago where I was climbing trees, much to my mother's dismay, in my new backyard. She already had an issue with me wanting to take up martial arts the year before, wanting me to stick to dolls, dresses and whatnot. Hey if I was stuck going from an 18 year old guy to a 10 year old girl then I was at least going to be able to take care of my own problems with the a**holes that I knew were going to come around as I grew up. Having come to terms with being a girl I am not ashamed to say, from my observations of the new me I see in the mirror, that I am going to be a looker when I grow up.

Anyway like I was saying, I was climbing a tree when I missed the branch I was going for and slipped and started to fall. I remember thinking S***, S***, S***, S***, and closing my eyes. After a few seconds of not feeling the impact from my body smashing into the ground, I opened my eye; only to see myself slowly floating down to the ground. Now I was a bit freaked out by this as you can imagine, as was my mom who came charging out of the house. She had seen me slip and was, for lack of a better term, freaking the F*** out. Checking me for injuries and generally crying and choking me with the huge relieved hug she was giving me. The next weird thing I can remember is another day last week when I was just sitting in the living room watching "Return of the Jedi" on T.V. I remember the movie ending and then looking for the remote and seeing it on the far side of the coffee table. I was having a lazy moment and didn't want to get up. So I just held out my hand, jokingly trying to use the Force to will the remote into my hand. To say I was shocked when it actually happened may be a bit of an understatement.

So now here I am, with a letter from Hogwarts, complete with a full list of school supplies and an additional note that said a representative from the school would be visiting in a few days to explain things. I swear to god if its Snape he's getting a good kick in the balls! I thought I had a gotten a one in a billion second chance for a peaceful life after the hell I escaped from. But nope I somehow ended up in the world of Harry Potter, and if the date I saw on the calendar is right. I'm right at the beginning of the story. Well F***! I feel like I'm stuck in a bad fanfic, like the ones I used to read in my old life…before it literally went to hell. Thinking about it I really should have seen something like this coming, what with the whole apparent reincarnation type of deal I have going on. Now I've read all of the books a couple of times but not religiously like my sister did, getting so into them that she cried when Dumbledore died, or got all embarrassed and excited when Harry and Ginny kissed for the first time. I went form one hell to the calm before a war breaking out in the near future. Looks like my best bet to stay alive is to get close to the good ole "Golden Trio" and use whatever foreknowledge I can remember to make things just a bit better. Maybe figure out a way to keep Sirius alive or something. God, I really do sound like a bad insert. Well I guess I better get this fic that my life as become on the road.

I sighed before walking over to my mom letter in hand. "Mom, I got this weird letter delivered to me by an owl!"