The Dimension Traveler

Summary: A young lady was taken away from the world she was born in, and transferred to another one. Somehow, she happens to go back to the dimension where she was born.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters.

Author's Note: This story has been floating in my head for a while now, but I just now decided to put it down. This is the first of my OC's that I have kept for more than two years. So I decided to write her story. So, most of the spell in this chapter was translated by me. It's French. Most of the spells I write will be in English. I need a good Latin translator. Any help on that front would be very much appreciated.

Chapter 1: Worries and Other Things

A young lady sat down on the side of her bed, and pulled her headphones over to her. Her light brown hair drifted from the ponytail she had placed there not even an hour before. Her light blue eyes scanned the room, and then rested on the bookshelf before walking away. There was nothing else on the bed until she pulled out a set of books from under her bed. Harry Potter was stamped on the front of all of them, from the Philosopher's Stone to the Deathly Hallows. She dusted off the Philosopher's Stone and began reading. The pages were yellowed and warn, rather than the Goblet of Fire, which she had just paid for the year before. The other ones were just as dog-eared as the first one, and when she finished with the first one, she picked up the Order of the Phoenix. A white light came from the cover, engulfed the girl, and she completely disappeared.

She appeared in the front of an amazing stone structure, on the top of the stairs before her bare foot slipped upon the hard granite covered with snow, and she fell down and hit her head at the bottom. The skies sparkled with stars, and the moon was full. No one was out and about, and would not be until the next morning or the beginning of the afternoon, even though it was in the middle of the school year. Nothing would disturb the peace of the snowfall that had happened hours before. Hours would pass before she was found, or at the very least woke up. The next morning, the girl was found by their very own Potions Professor. His dark eyes surveyed the scene carefully before he picked her up and carried her to the hospital wing, even picking up the girl's IPod and headphones. He left her in the hospital wing, told Pomfrey, and went to breakfast as he usually did. He tried not to think of the girl through the rest of the day, but she kept coming back to his thoughts, even when he employed his highest level of Occlumency. Unusually, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, in his trademark colorful robes, did not attend the morning meal. He, too, was in the hospital wing, looking at the young girl that had magically appeared on the large stone steps of Hogwarts.

It was extremely and veritably unusual. Pomfrey diagnosed the girl with having a bound magical core and a minor concussion due to her fall down the stone stairs.

"Poppy, when can we unbind it?" asked Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling merrily.

"Possibly tomorrow, if she wakes up and the potions have worked to their maximum efficacy", Pomfrey replied. "However, if she wakes up before then, I will call you. I do hope she is who you say she is".

"I shall see you tomorrow morning, then, Poppy. Thank You", He said as he walked from the clean, pristine hospital wing.

Dumbledore smiled brightly as he walked back up to his office.

The next morning, Pomfrey woke him at six o' clock in the morning. The girl awoke only moments before and was asking questions about where she was and how she arrived at Hogwarts. Poppy decided to wake Dumbledore and allow him to explain. She had already taken some blood from the girl, and Dumbledore was only happy to supply his own for a comparison.

"Poppy, what did you say you needed my blood for"? He asked quietly as she siphoned some blood off of the cut on his arm.

"The blood is going to be compared to hers, and see if there are any similarities." Poppy said in her no-nonsense tone of voice. "Even though you are not her mother or father, your blood still has a trace of the same magical properties."

"Her magic would have to be unsealed to compare against mine, then." Dumbledore stated, as Poppy healed his arm.

"Yes", she answered him.

"Let's go and explain things to her before we begin with asking her about her magic," Dumbledore said jovially as he pulled one of his effervescent robes on over his sleeping clothes.

Instead of walking, they used the floo to go directly to the hospital wing. Poppy stepped out of the floo first, and dusted the soot off her robes before Dumbledore had appeared. He stepped out almost regally, with no soot upon his robes. Today, they were neon orange with bright purple stars that would shoot across the hem of his outer robe.

His gaze had been drawn to the girl in the hospital bed, who was watching him with the same expression that a cat would watch a mouse with. The coolness of the emotion that she expressed was almost nonexistent. Only because he was a Legilimens was the only reason that he could read her. He lightly dusted her mind, and he could not access any of her thoughts; the only thing that he could grab on to was one emotion: complete and unadulterated anxiousness.

"Headmaster Dumbledore," She greeted politely. Her blue eyes watched him warily, and her mouth was set into a firm line. Dumbledore briefly entertained the idea of her getting the same expression from Severus, but she had never met him before.

"I apologize but I do not know what you are called now", He replied, before walking over to the side of her standard infirmary bed and conjuring a chintz armchair for him to sit in. He sat down, and she looked over at him questioningly.

"You don't know what I'm called now?" She asked, her American accent becoming the strongest they had heard this morning. Her once cautious expression had now become unreadable. Like Severus.

"It requires an explanation, and a rather long one, at that."

"I have all the time in the world, Headmaster." The girl said sardonically, with a wry grin.

Poppy had disappeared from the room when their dialogue had commenced, and could be seen in her office, rearranging a potions store. The vials clinked against each other, and their contents sloshed threateningly against their corks. The seals held, however.

"My granddaughter was abducted nearly nineteen years ago and never was found. The only one with the resources to do so was Voldemort and his followers. Her mother was killed when my granddaughter was taken, and her husband was later poisoned."

"I. . ." The girl started to say.

"I think that you are her. Your eye color- my eye color is hereditary through the Dumbledore line. Poppy had mentioned that when she scanned you that someone had placed blocks on your magical ability."

"So you put the coincidences together, and that was the only explanation as to why I was here." The girl said

Dumbledore nodded.

"So how do we unlock my abilities? It's surprising, because I never showed any signs of magical abilities. My immune system and eyesight are bad enough. What would happen to those issues? Would it make them worse or better?" The girl asked.

"I believe it would help those issues, because in cases of a prolonged magical block, there are some instances that the immune system and other functions are suppressed along with the magic." Dumbledore responded. "But, in the case of unlocking your abilities, I would need another person to help perform their part of the charm. It will be painful, but you will be unconscious for most of it. Procedure demands that you be awake for the first part."

The girl nodded, her light brown hair swishing about her face. Her eyes were slightly dulled from fatigue, but there was a fire behind them that Dumbledore admired.

"So when do we start?" She asked.

"Allow me time to find my other third, and we will start immediately. The school is breaking for the winter holidays at the moment, so you shouldn't have to worry about meeting too many people in here". Dumbledore said as he stood from his sitting position.

He stretched, looked at her once more, and said, "I shall see you soon, my dear".

"See you later," She replied.

Her eyes watched him leave with the same expression that she had watched him come in with. However, she gave him a small smile before he stepped into the floo and swirled away in a mixture of soot and green fire.

Dumbledore stepped out of the floo, and into the warm toned sitting room of Severus Snape. He was sitting in a deep red leather wing back chair, reading a thick tome. He put it down as Dumbledore knocked the soot from his outer robes and tidied himself with a cleaning charm.

"Headmaster Dumbledore," He acknowledged.

"Severus, I need your assistance with removing a magical block. Poppy has already agreed to help me, so you would complete the triumvate."

Severus nodded, stood up and followed Dumbledore through the floo. When he arrived, he, too, had to clean himself using his wand. The floo system in the school could be troublesome at times, especially when they had been used more than three times.

"Miss, if you would, close your eyes, relax and stand in the middle of the room." Poppy instructed her, shrinking and moving beds and curtains out of the way.

She, in her lacy hospital gown, stood in front of them, her eyes closed, and her body relaxed. Her hair was loose, and the shadows under her eyes were more pronounced in the unadulterated sun than they were when she was laying in the bed, with the curtain shielding her.

Severus only regarded her coolly, and moved to where he completed the triangle between Dumbledore and Poppy.

"We shall begin".

Dumbledore began a series of chants, moving his wand as he began. It took him nearly five minutes to finish, while his wand went through several series of spirals, flicks, and jabs.

The girl gasped as a dark purple light encompassed her, and sunk into her skin. A pained grimace flitted across her face, and after a moment, before she collapsed to the floor, she emitted a pained scream. Her eyes opened, and then flitted closed. She was unconscious.

Severus went next, chanting another set of spells, and he moved his wand through swirls, curls and another set of jabs that looked more ferocious than they should have. This time, a light blue light circled around her head, and absorbed.

Her hair became a darker auburn and her body grew several centimeters taller.

Poppy said nothing, but moved her wand through both patterns, concentrating on the young girl before them. Nothing was said, but a yellow light wrapped around the girl, and glowed along her lower and higher extremities.

"Is it normal for her body to change this fast?" asked Severus.

"Yes. Her magic has been locked away nearly her entire life. Her body is simply righting itself." Poppy answered. "Now, in the next 24 hours, she cannot use magic, and magic cannot be used on her. It would put too much of a strain on her body."

"Severus, would you mind putting her in the bed she was resting in earlier?" Poppy asked.

Severus gave a short nod, and gingerly picked up the girl and placed her on the bed. Dumbledore covered her.

"You need a Magic Replenisher to put back the magic you used earlier. Don't use a lot of magic today, and, Severus, please don't brew anything over the O.W. L. year level," Poppy said, handing them two light blue potions.

Dumbledore smiled, and Severus scowled. He had planned to alter a potion that he was in the process of perfecting. Most of the holidays, he spent on his private research, and his research was definitely higher than that of the O.W.L. year.

"I would suggest reading or resting in some way." Poppy said, giving a small smile.

Severus nodded and strode from the hospital wing, his voluminous robes drifting behind him. Dumbledore hummed jovially, and followed him out at a more sedate pace. Poppy grinned and slowly walked back to her office. She sat down behind her desk and pulled out a book on muggle physiology to read. Its red binding looked new, and Anatomy and Physiology stood out in slender silver letters.

The next morning, at ten o' clock, Dumbledore walked into the Infirmary with a spring in his step. Today, to him, felt like an extremely good day. To reflect it, his robes were red and golden snitches zoomed around the hemming. Poppy walked out of her office, and gave a smile to Dumbledore.

"I was just able to procure some blood. The magic in her blood finally settled down enough to see if it matches yours. If you wait here, I can tell you if it is in five minutes."

Dumbledore nodded, and they waited five minutes. Poppy walked back into her office, and removed a piece of parchment that had lines that ran horizontal. She pulled another piece of parchment out of her pocket, and matched the two side by side.

They were exactly the same. They only difference was the coloring. The girl's was a deep purple, almost black, while Dumbledore's was a bright white.

"So she is my granddaughter." He said quietly.

Poppy nodded. He smiled. "I'm taking her out this morning. Do you have any extra robes she can wear?"

Poppy smiled, "Yes I do. Let me floo to my other quarters, and I'll be back with them".

Poppy strode from the room, and Dumbledore found himself walking to his granddaughter's bed. She was awake and sitting with a book in her lap. Her hair, dark and long, strung around her shoulders, falling onto the pillow behind her. She looked up at him.

"How are you doing today, Antares?" He asked.

"I feel better than I have in a long time. How about you? Is Antares my name?" She responded, pulling a long strand of hair away from her face.

Dumbledore's answering smile was nearly blinding. "I am doing very well, and yes, Antares Lysandra Clare. Unless you would like to change it, then we could have that arranged. Poppy has gone to get you a set of robes for today. After she gets back, I will take you out to get your necessities. Is there any place in particular that you would like to go? Or any questions?"

"So I am your granddaughter? And if we had the time, I would like to go to an art supply store. Perhaps some sort of music store, also"? She asked, "Does that mean I get a wand today?"

"Yes, you get your wand today, as well as anything that you can't live without. We can go out again tomorrow, but I am planning on introducing you to the other teachers and students that are here during the holidays tomorrow evening. However, if you would like to wait, you may. And as for the art supply and music stores, I believe we can make an exception."

She smiled at him, and moved the book to the side table.

"What book are you reading?" He asked, sitting on the foot of the bed.

"One Thousand Curses and Hexes to Defend Yourself With by Romulus Rome. I thought that it would be prudent for me to read up on how to defend myself from other people. You never know what can happen, and what is needed." She answered. "I've found four or five that I really want to try out."

"We'll make time to fit the bookstore into my schedule today, but if we don't, then we'll go tomorrow." Dumbledore said.

"What is the date?" Antares asked.

"It is December Eighteenth," Dumbledore replied. "You made it just in time for Christmas. Most of the students left two days ago."

"So the castle's empty and there is only a small amount of students and teachers?" She asked.

"On December 23, there will be a Yuletide ball. So we'll get your dress robes today as well. We'll stop for them in Hogsmeade, since it is closer."

Just then, Poppy walked into the room, and Dumbledore smiled at her. She sat the robes on the bed and turned to Antares. "If you need any help getting these on, tell me."

Antares nodded, and Dumbledore followed Poppy away from Antares. He didn't want her to think that he was a stalker grandfather.

A few moments later, Antares had walked out from behind the curtain, and both adults started laughing at her. The robes Antares wore were slightly too big, and they hung off of her slim frame. The dark maroon color brought out the red sheen in her hair and made her light blue grey eyes stand out. She was tall enough for them, but Poppy was slightly more heavyset than her. Dumbledore pulled out his wand, and waved it in a circular motion around Antares. The robes fit better than they had before, but they were still slightly big on her.

He pulled two quills out of his pocket and transfigured them into a pair of shoes. They were black. She tried them on, and they, too, were too big. Dumbledore jabbed his wand at them, and they tightened on her feet. Finally, they could leave.

A/N: This chapter is from third person point of view. Should I change it to first person, or leave it alone? I think that the first person would give more insight into Antares' thoughts and decisions.