Chapter One: Dream or Reality?
Usually when one goes to sleep, they expect to wake up in the same place they fell asleep in. At least, that's what Bronwyn always thought. One would also expect to be the same age they fell asleep as well. However that was not what happened to her. Instead of waking up in her bedroom with walls of blue, she found herself in a place that was familiar yet strange. Instead of her twenty-one year old body, she found herself aged down to twelve. Bronwyn was very confused at first and began to think. She could feel the bed under her and smell what she assumed was medicine. She was either in a very realistic dream or she had gone mad. She hoped it was the former.
She looked around and saw she was in some sort of hospital, though the walls were very old and she was the only one in the room.
"Ah, our young guest finally awakes. You had us all very worried my dear."
Bronwyn quickly turned her head and saw a man. Not just any man, but Albus Dumbledore. Internally she was freaking out inside, but outside she kept her face blank. "Am I dreaming?" She frowned, not used her voice being so young sounding again.
Dumbledore chuckled, his eyes twinkling merrily as he pulled up a chair by her bedside. "I'm afraid not my dear. You see, Hagrid found you on the edge of the Forbidden Forest and brought you inside. Forgive me, but we had to see into your mind to get answers as you were not waking up as fast as we hoped."
Bronwyn frowned, not sure she liked the idea of having someone prying into her thoughts, even if it was Albus Dumbledore. "How do I know you're speaking the truth? This could all very well be an elaborate trick or a dream. Prove it."
Dumbledore studied her over the rim of his half moon spectacles, giving her the feeling he was x-raying her. "You know, you remind me of a young boy who said something quite similar the first time we met." He pulled out his wand and flicked it at the nearby medical cabinet and it burst into flames.
Bronwyn jumped slightly before staring in awe. She could hear the flames crackling and even feel the heat. Another flick of the wand and the flames were extinguished, not a single mark on the wood. She looked at Dumbledore with respect in her eyes. "Sorry Headmaster, I just wanted to be sure."
"It's quite alright my dear. Anyone in your situation would want to be sure." His eyes twinkled merrily at her.
"And what exactly is my situation, sir?"
He sighed before looking at her gravely. "You are here to help Harry and those who are not meant to die before their time."
"But how can I help? I am simply Bronwyn Edwards."
"Of course you are, my dear. But, I'm afraid things have changed greatly for you."
"I want to go home." She said stubbornly.
"I'm afraid that's not an option anymore."
"Why not?"
"Because you were selected by powers far greater than us to help save those not meant to die yet. The war that will come in later years will cause chaos to our world and vast numbers of us will be killed. You have to save a few who were not meant to die yet. I believe you already know who I mean."
She did know, but she didn't like it any more than she did before.
"And I have no other option?"
"I'm afraid not."
She sighed, thinking it over. She could never go home again, she knew that much. She might as well do something to help in the coming war. "I may not like this, but I'll help Harry in anyway I can. The others too. What must I do?"
