KeepingHerHeadInTheClouds: I hope everyone who reads this finds this finds this story entertaining, and something worthwhile reading! I literally thought it up last night, and wrote it last night so if it's not as amazing as I hoped it to be, I apologize.

I do not own Harry Potter, I however do own the OCs in the story.

Prologue

August 21st, 1995; Fifth Year

"Miss Garza, I was informed by Minerva McGonagall that you had wanted to speak to me about something?" Professor Dumbledore spoke with that exceedingly kind tone of his.

Hannah nodded her head frantically, "Yes, Headmaster, there was a - er - issue I had wanted to talk to you about," she shifted her dark brown eyes anywhere but the Headmaster. She felt her muscles tense up even more as she shifted in her chair like an anxious child."I know this is going to sound crazy but please bear with me." The young hispanic girl said in a rapid pace that anyone other than the Professor would give her a lopsided look.

The Professor leaned back in his chair, and watched as the young girl calmed herself down and found something to fixate on. "I'm not trying to dumb down your magicial abilities, sir, I'm...I just...-"

The Professor chuckled to himself as he leaned back into the desk and intertwined his fingers together. "Don't be distressed, Miss Garza; I read the letter you had sent me via owl."

Hannah's eyes flickered between hope and fear within a spit second, "You did?"

Professor Dumbledore had a twinkle in his eyes as he spoke to the young girl, "Yes, and before you get anxious again, I would like to let you know that I do in fact, believe you." He got up from his chair, and paced around the office. "You see, it would have been quite difficult to believe you if I hadn't examined the quality of the ink in the writing, and the specific type of wax on the envelope."

Hannah watched as the powerful wizard stopped his pacing and turned towards her with bewilderment in his eyes. "The melting of the wax had not been discovered, and neither had the ink. The quality of the ink is brand new. I've checked all the archives, and there is nothing that's been as unique as the ink that was in that letter. And the wax... The way it was melted was far more convenient and less time consuming than it would be considered today."

Professor Dumbledore stood still in his place, "Although Headmaster Mason didn't inform me of the entire situation, he did give me a brief summary." Dumbledore had the twinkle in his eyes again, and a smile crept over his face, "He said that he had been watching you and a couple of other potential Illvermony students for about a year now, and thought you had been the correct choice."

Hannah gaped at him, and just blinked. "Although I know that now; I still don't understand why he chose me over a couple of honor students..." She glanced away as the heat rose in her lightly tan cheeks, "I didn't participate too much back in Illvermony. I mean - I wasn't a troubled student! I sort of... well... avoided schoolwork and didn't bother studying."

The Professor just grinned, "It's not always about exceeding in your studies, Miss Garza. Although it is highly recommended to be involved in your schooling; it's more about your character as a human being than it is as a student."

He started to pace a little again, until he walked towards her and stopped a little ways from her. "Maybe it would be best if you told me a little about your background, Miss Garza."

Hannah started, "I was born into a pure-blooded family, who many pure-blood families consider "blood-traitors" as we associate ourselves with "No-Majs". I was born in 1998. I was eleven with I got accepted into Illvermorny, as a Wampus. My younger brother, Philip, was also accepted into Illvermorny as a Wampus."

Professor Dumbledore stroked his beard, "How old are you, Miss Garza?"

Hannah hesitated, but answered, "Fifteen."

Professor Dumbledore saw the hesitation and the twitch in her eye as she answered, but ignored it. "How old is your brother?"

She hesitated yet again, "Twelve."

"So, when I accept you and your brother into Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry in September, you will both be in your fifth and second year, and sorted in our houses respectively."

Hannah raised an eyebrow and stared into the white walls of the Headmaster's office thoughtfully. "I remember reading about your houses back in school, but I'm afraid I don't remember it all."

Dumbledore's eye twinkled again, "We can discuss it more when the entire Hogwart's teaching staff is gathered along with your parents to discuss the situation."

Hannah forced a smile, "Alright, will do."

August 26th, 1995

As Hannah and her younger brother stepped into the Headmaster's office to reveal most of the teaching staff. There was Professor Dumbledore standing next to a woman in dark green robes, who had an extremely stern expression on her face that could make anyone petrified in fear. She looked familiar... probably someone the hispanic girl had seen in a newspaper. Next to her was a rather plump woman with curly short hair underneath a hat. She gave a rather kind smile to both of the children. Next to the plump woman was a rather short man. There was a couple of other professors that the two children passed up as they walked towards the Headmaster, but no one engrossed Hannah as the man standing closest to the corner of the room.

The way he stood his distance from the other professors gave her an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. He had black greasy hair that hung from his head, and wore all black from head to toe. He had no expression on his face as he stared the girl and her brother down.

Professor Dumbledore clapped to get everyone's attention; which startled most of the people in the room."Miss and Mr. Garza, once your parents arrive, we will begin the discussion." The older man gestured the two siblings to sit in the chairs in front of his desk.

The Professor smiled at Hannah and then glanced to her brother, who looked away from the Professor as soon as the older man took a glance at him. "I don't think we've been introduced, Mr. Garza. I'm Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Philip just smiled and shyly shook his hand. He sat back down in his seat, and glanced around the room. He had tanner skin than his yellowy-tanned sister, and was tall and lanky. Alike his sister they both shared the curly dark hair gene, but his hair was short. If you took a glance at him, you'd assume he'd be heavily involved in sports... and you'd assume correctly.

His dark brown eyes fixated themselves on the fireplace in the office. The fire started to flare a mint green color, and both siblings had furrowed their eyebrows until they saw their parents pop out and walk towards their children with concern.

"Ah, Mrs. and Mr. Garza! How pleasant to be your acquaintance!" Professor Dumbledore gestured to the seats next to their son, but even without a glance at each other, the two spouses arranged the chairs so one could sit next to one child and one to another.

Mrs. Garza was a Caucasian middle-aged woman with sad eyes, but tried her best to hide them. She had medium brown hair that was almost always tide up in a bun, and sweat that was forming at the roots of her hair. Hannah knew immediately that her mother had overworked again. "Hi, I'm Lucille. There's no need to be so formal and call me 'Mrs. Garza.'"

Hannah's father stood right back up after sitting down for a split second, and firmly shook the Professor's hand. "How are you doing, sir?"

The Professor grinned in return and ordered the family to sit in their seats. He gestured his hand towards the other professors. He waved at the stern-looking woman, "This is Professor Minerva McGonagall, she is the Tranfiguration teacher and the Head of the Gryffindor House." All four of them glanced at Professor Mcgonagall, and she gave them a respectable nod in return.

Professor Dumbledore waved at the plump woman, "This is Professor Pomona Sprout, and she's the Herbology teacher and the head of Hufflepuff." She turned to Hannah and Philip and gave them a small smile.

He waved at the short man, "This is Professor Filius Flitwick, and he's the Charms teacher, and the head of Ravenclaw." The man turned to the siblings and gave them a slight nod.

And lastly, the Professor stared intently stared at the man hiding standing farthest away from the rest of them. "And last but definitely not least, is Professor Severus Snape. He's the teacher of Potions, and the head of the Slytherin house." Snape averted his gaze from Professor Dumbledore to the children, and he smirked only so slightly.

"So, please, Miss Garza, explain the predicament to all of us while we are here together." Professor Dumbledore explained his hands folded together and his gaze on the young girl.

Hannah glanced at her family, and turned her attention back to the Professor. "Headmaster Mason, the headmaster at our school, he... sent me and my family to England, so we could strike an alliance with Professor Dumbledore to ensure a future alliance with Hogwarts when our school, Illvermorny, is in danger. The Professor is the only one who is currently powerful enough to help us." She took a glance at all the professors in the room who had held their previous expressions, not the least surprised.

Hannah continued, hesitantly, "Headmaster Mason re-made my birth certificate so it could say that I was born in 1980 instead of my true birth year of 1998."There were gasps of shock and bewilderment coming from most of the professors.

"That's nearly impossible!" Professor Sprout exclaimed.

Professor Flitwick scanned the girl over, "If you truly say and are upright honest with what you're claiming... Then that would suggest that as you come from the future, you would know if You-Know-Who's rampage against this continent comes to an end or not."

All the professors held their gaze on the young girl, and she felt the familiar heat of pressure rising in her cheeks. "I was told to not say anything about that..."

Snape sneered at that, and fought against her statement, "Do you have any proof that you don't belong in this... particular... decade...?"

Hannah felt hostility rolling in waves from the greasy haired man, and glanced away from him, thinking about ways she could prove her future existence. Her true birth certificate was back at her home in the States, and so was her passport... so practically everything that had true proof of identity was left back at home. Back in her time...

She could still feel Snape's sneering gaze at her, so she felt around to see if she luckily had any proof in her pockets. As she felt her jeans pockets, she felt her phone... She furrowed her eyebrows and wondered how ridiculous it might seem to use that as proof.

She pulled her phone out, and showed the room. "The only thing with me that could serve as proof is this." Professor McGonagall genteelly took it from her hand and examined it from all sides.

"Miss Garza, what is this?" The older professor almost looked horrified; Hannah and Philip tried not to laugh.

"That's what our time calls an "Iphone" it's a smart-phone. It can go on the internet for you and get results in a matter of seconds. It can play any song you want, and if there's an emergency or even not, you can contact your family and friends within minutes. Honestly, it's a piece of convenient technology. No-Majs started out using it, and than basically everyone in the entire world has one, including Wizards. It's starting to outgrow the use of owls."

The stern professor pressed her finger against the phone, "Exquisite."

Professor Snape snarled and ordered the older woman to give him the phone. He started to turn the phone over, and he pressed against the glass, and the screen lit up. "I did something to it." He narrowed his eyes into slits, "Password... required."

Hannah quickly snatched her phone from the professor, and put it back in her pocket."Is that proof enough now?"

The Potions Master glowered at her, and said nothing.

Professor Dumbledore gazed back at the siblings, "Now that that's over with. How about I show you around the school?"

September 7th, 1995

The Hogwarts grand hall was crowded with students, most of whom have attended previous years but some of them are first years who had already been sorted into their houses; leaving the siblings the only two standing in the middle of the hall.

"May I have your attention, please?" Dumbledore's voice rumbled into the crowd of students. But even so, there were still some students that wanted to whisper their conversation out.

Professor Dumbledore stared hard at the Gryffindor table, "Mr. Weasley, would you be so kind as to finishing your conversation after my announcement?"

Hannah crooked her neck to glance at the red-headed boy staring at the Headmaster with his cheeks turning redder than his hair. His twin brother was biting his lip rather tough to keep from bursting out laughing. Not too long after glancing at the twin, Hannah found herself biting her own lip from restrained laughter.

The Professor turned back to survey all the students, "This year, we have two new students to present to you. They are transfer students from Illvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and will be attending Hogwarts for the remaining of their schooling." As soon as the announcement left the older man's lips, the students started to crane their necks to look at the two siblings. They started to whisper again, much to Dumbledore's annoyance and irritation.

Dumbledore's face turned a beet red, and he bellowed, "SILENCE!" he quickly calmed down, saw the astonished faces of the students and said, "The sorting ceremony will begin."

Professor McGonagall had quickly set the stage with the sorting hat in her hand, and gestured Philip to come forward. He glanced back at his sister with a rather fearful and shy look in his eyes, but she nodded him forward.

He sat in the seat, and glanced around the room with the Sorting Hat being placed on his head, "Ah... This would be your second year, correct? Well, you've made many friends back at your old school, and participated in all possible sports. So kind, so shy, and wouldn't hurt a fly if it came near you... I know exactly where to put you... HUFFLEPUFF!"

The Hufflepuff table clapped and cheered as her younger brother slowly made his way over with a small smile on his face. He stole a glance at his sister with a hint of fear in his eyes, but it was quickly quelled when one of the Prefects slapped him on the back and gave him a wide grin.

"Garza, Hannah" Hannah swung her attention back to the Professor, and she gave the young girl a hint of a smile. Hannah felt her heart pumping in her chest as she sat on the stool and allowed the Professor to graze the Sorting Hat over her head. "Hannah... Fifth Year... This is a difficult choice... You have the kindness and outgoing spirit of a Hufflepuff... The knowledge of a Ravenclaw when you apply it... The cunning and manipulativeness of a Slytherin... and the boldness, friendly and brave personality of a Gryffindor. You have a large backbone when you defend your friends... Hmmm... The only house your personality could be truly defined would be... GRYFFINDOR!"

Hannah grinned to herself and walked over to the Gryffindor Table where she was greeted by a boy with a baby face and dark brown hair, a dark skinned boy, a chubby boy with buck-teeth, and the two twins from earlier.

The boy with the baby face said, "Hey, I'm Seamus," he gestured to his dark skinned friend, "and this is Dean."

Hannah gave them a wide smile and waved at them.

The buck-toothed boy smiled back, "I'm Neville."

The two twins smirked playfully at her, "Fred and George," and George slapped the twin with his hair as he sharply turned to him. "You mean George - and Fred?"

The redheaded girl next to them started chuckling as the twins started to argue back and forth. She rolled her eyes regarding the boys, "They're always like this... Atleast you don't have to live with them." The redheaded girl smirked at the hispanic girl playfully, and Hannah returned it. "I'm Ginny, and these are my dunderheaded brothers." The twins stopped fighting and glared at their sister, "HEY! I'm not the dunderhead! He is!" And pointed at the opposite twin.

Hannah, and her new acquaintances laughed at the boys. She had a feeling it would be a fun year... and she wouldn't regret it.

September 7th, 1995

The classroom door had slammed shut so loudly it had made every single student in the room either flinch at the sound, or nearly shoot right out of their seats. Hannah glanced at the dark figure speeding his way towards the front of the classroom. She felt her heart stop in discomfort, and she felt Neville stiffen in the chair next to her.

She hardly recognized the deep baritone voice until he turned around to the students. "Turn to page 537." He skimmed the Gryffindor students until his eyes laid on Harry for a couple of minutes, and then averted his gaze to her. She felt an embarrassing blush creep up her neck as she unintentionally stared at him back.

He asked a question as soon as his eyes left hers, and skimmed the rows of students ignoring Hermione's obvious waving hand begging to get his attention. He turned his gaze back at her, and quickly narrowed his eyes. "Miss Garza, pray tell me you know what happens when you consume Dogbreath potion?"

Hannah quickly shrugged and kept glancing at Hermione's waving hand, "I don't really know... the answer."

She glanced back at Snape, and lightly shook her head, "I guess it makes your breath smell like dog breath?"

Snape kept his gaze at Hannah as several students giggled at their new classmate, and he raised an eyebrow at her for what Hannah felt like several minutes. She felt pressure coming at her from all sides, as some Gryffindor students started glancing at her with sympathy in their eyes; and some avoiding looking at her completely before Snape calls on them.

As Hannah started to open her mouth to repeat her statement, she heard a snooty voice whisper adjacent from her. "You can't really expect much from idiotic Americans." She whipped her head to the owner of the privileged voice, and saw a boy with an snotty smirk on his face and slicked back blonde hair.

"I'm waiting Miss Garza." Snape's clenched jaw got tighter.

Hannah turned back to Snape, and Hermione blurted out the answer for her. "The effect of the potion makes you have fiery breath."

Snape gave Hermione the nasiest scowl, "You annoying little pest; I wasn't aware that you had suddenly turned into Miss Garza. Insufferable Know-it-all... Ten points from Gryffindor!"

Hannah watched in rising anger as Hermione sunk in her chair as Snape walked back to his desk. "I don't understand why you had to be so mean to her," the hispanic girl gestured to Hermione who stared at her opened book to distract herself from the conflict. "She only answered the question for me when I didn't know the answer." Hannah glared at the Potions Master, and he scowled at her back.

"A statement like that deducts fifteen points from your house, Miss Garza. Now, would you like anymore points taken away or are you done sticking your nose where it doesn't belong?" He spat out at her, and her nostrils flared at him.

It wasn't soon after when class was dismissed and she stomped out of the classroom when she heard someone say something like 'greasy git" right next to her ear. She turned to the voice, and saw Ron giving her a smile over his shoulder before going back to his conversation with Harry.

Suddenly, she felt a deep pull, disengaging from her mind and a rush through all her thoughts again. She replayed the meeting with Professor Dumbledore but it was ten times faster than it was before. They were rewinding her thoughts. Wait they?

Chills engulfed the young woman's body, and freezing sweat stuck to her forehead, the nape of her neck, and if she weren't in this position embarrassingly so the pits of her t-shirt. She tugged on her arms to try to move, but found that they had been bound against a chair. The hispanic girl quickly assumed the same for her ankles, and found no reason to find out. There'd be no reason to attempt to escape; her muscles felt too sore to.

She opened her eyes, and found herself around the same white walls she had seen in the meeting with Professor Dumbledore. The same office. But... no... she remembered now. The kind Professor who she entrusted with her own predicament was gone... dead... She felt the extreme tension in the air. The distrust. Discomfort. The bile creeping up her throat...

Hannah's head started throbbing uncontrollably. It was worse than any headache or migraine she's ever had. When she lifted her head it got worse, and when she lowered her head it would stay the same. It didn't help that there was light shinning through the dusted windows directly at her.

The brave witch felt cold air slap her back of her t-shirt as heard the sound of cotton rubbing against each other, making their way toward her. She glanced and saw black robes. Black like coal. Black like a eroding diseased heart. The color that could only belong to one person... She glanced up at the face of her intruder; staring back at her were dark tunnels for eyes, and in those eyes, were cruel and dark amusement. Those thin lips were sneering back at her as if he were ready to make her life a living hell.

She suddenly remembered why she was held bound against a wooden chair; why her sweat ridden hair was stuck to her face, and why she couldn't stop shaking.

"Welcome back to sweet reality, Garza."

Shit.

The ex-Potions Master grabbed the arms of the chair, and leaned into her, so his breath submerged in scotch hit against her sweat covered forehead. The edges of the wizard's greasy hair hit her cheeks and she saw the slight pull of his cheeks, implying that he was smirking.

"Where are the whereabouts of Potter and his delinquent friends?" He pulled back to see the bewildered, fearful look in her eyes.

Double shit.

KeepingHerHeadInTheClouds: I would like to thank all of you who had taken the time to read this chapter. It means alot to me especially since I literally thought of it last night as I was watching one of the HP films lol.

If anyone is interested, I would be open to having a beta. This isn't the best writing I've done, but I couldn't let the idea of the story run from me.