Hi there everyone! This has been an idea I've been playing with for a while, so I decided to go ahead and post this.


Priscilla looked around the almost empty room with a sad smile. It was time. All her grandparent's furniture had been placed under stasis and everlasting charms, all items of value taken to the family vault for safekeeping, with nothing but a few books that Priscilla would be taking with her on her trip left out.

"Is Mistress Cilly be needing anything else?" Dottie, the current Vega family house elf asked. The little elf's voice cracked and Dottie broke out into tears for the third time today.

Priscilla bent down and drew Dottie into a hug. She had been just as much a part of her family as her grandparent's after all, and Priscilla would miss Dottie when she left. "It's alright, Dottie. I miss them too."

Luciano and Elena Vega were Priscilla's recently deceased paternal grandparents, though they were really the only parents she had ever known. Her own parents had died when she was two years old when a spell the two were experimenting on backfired. With Priscilla's mother not having spoken to her mother for some years now, a baby Priscilla was sent to live with her father's parents in Texas.

Her grandparents had cared for her, watched her grow, seen her off to Ilvermorny and join the house of the Horned Serpent like her father before her. They had seen her complete her mastery in both Charms and Ancient Runes, and they had lived just long enough to see her accept a position to teach Runes at Castelobruxo in Brazil. Their passing had come as a surprise to both Priscilla and Dottie, and now with Priscilla being the sole heir of the family, she worried about leaving Dottie all alone in the large house.

"Dottie," Priscilla began, "maybe I should stay and-"

"N-no!" Dottie pulled away from Priscilla. "Mistress Cilly must go! Dottie will be fine. Mistress must not let Dottie stop her from going," the elf insisted, drying her tears.

"Dottie will be in the kitchens as Mistress Cilly finishes up." she said as she dissaparated from the room.

After Dottie left, Priscilla took a few more moments before walking to the table where the small pile of books she would take lay waiting. She opened up her brown leather book bag where she had packed away all the other items she would take with her to Brazil. One by one, Priscilla placed the books into her charmed book bag. As she reached the end of the pile, she saw a book that she knew had not been there before. As Priscilla examined the book she realized that besides not having a title, the book was also hollow. Whatever text had been there before had been removed to leave a hollow groove where a single strand of red thread lay.

Being the curious person she was, Priscilla reached out and lightly pulled on the string. As soon as she had done so, she was surrounded in a brilliant flash of white light and then suddenly, darkness.


Priscilla could feel herself being pulled through some sort of void and knew instantly she was being magically transported somewhere. Had the string been some sort of portkey? Questions of why, how, and most importantly where were running through her mind as she landed face first onto the ground.

Without even needing to open her eyes, Priscilla could tell that wherever she had ended up, she was outside. She could feel the grass between her fingers and taste the bitter, earthy flavors of the dirt she had landed in.

Priscilla huffed out a breath through her nose and tried to calm herself. Okay, let's not freak out about this, Cilla. Just find out where you are, make sure you're okay, and get yourself back home, Priscilla thought to herself as she mentally prepared herself for whatever would come. After another breath, in a nervous burst of energy she launched herself off the ground and onto her feet.

"Ughh," Priscilla groaned. She instantly regretted moving so quickly, as she was hit with a pounding headache and sense of vertigo. Priscilla tried to regain her balance, but stumbled and found herself back on the ground landing on her knees and palms.

"Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best idea," Priscilla said to herself followed by a shaky breath. She was beginning to feel fatigue set in. Whatever magic had brought her here clearly had used a good portion of her own magic as well if she was feeling this exhausted. Priscilla knew that she needed to find some place safe to rest, wherever she was.

"Let's try this again," she whispered to herself and began to get up again. Though she did so much slower and careful than before.

When she was fairly certain she wasn't going to fall over again she finally took notice of her surroundings. Priscilla was standing in the middle of a field of rolling green hills. On one side she could see a forest that seemed to stretch on for miles, and in front of her... well, when Priscilla saw what was in front of her she knew where she was. She had never been here before, but the giant castle before her was unmistakable.

Priscilla was at Hogwarts.

She stood there staring at the castle in awe. It truly was an amazing piece of architecture. She could feel the magic coming off the castle in waves and it made her feel at ease. Priscilla was so caught up in her own amazement of Hogwarts and its surrounding grounds that she didn't notice the two figures that approached her until they were about ten feet away from her.

When Priscilla finally realized the two men were there, she shifted her attention to them. The two of them were clearly wizards. The older man was clearly very much older than her or the other man he stood by. He had a long white beard that matched his equally long white hair. He wore half-moon lensed glasses that rested on his long thin nose, and periwinkle colored robes and hat. The old wizard looked at Priscilla with a gleam in his eyes that for some reason put her automatically on guard. She didn't know why, but she was suspicious.

Priscilla quickly looked away from him and observed the other man. He had shoulder length black hair, a large nose, and what seemed to her like a permanent scowl on his face. His robes were all black and billowed behind him with dramatic flair. When she met his dark eyes her mental guards strengthened.

He was a legilimens! Priscilla quickly broke eye contact and slowly drew her wand out of her back pocket. She wasn't planning on attacking either of them. She didn't have the energy to duel them even if she wanted to, but she felt more secure with her wand firmly in her grasp.

"And who," the man dressed in black began in a smooth baritone voice, "are you?"

Priscilla stared at them, flabbergasted for a moment, mouth wide open like a gaping fish before she pulled herself together and replied. "My name is Priscilla Vega. A-am I really at Hogwarts?"

"You are indeed. You seem surprised by this, Miss Vega," the older wizard stated.

"I am, sir. Extremely surprised. I'm also very confused. I'm not quite sure what I'm doing here, or how I got here," Priscilla said truthfully.

"Oh?" the old man motioned for her to continue and so she did.

"As I'm sure you both can tell from my accent, I'm from the United States. I was just in Texas cleaning out the last of my grandparent's things before relocating to Brazil, when I touched this red string and-"

"The string!" Priscilla stopped her story and began to frantically look around for the red string that she was sure had had a hand in bringing her here before finding it by her feet. She picked it up once more and as soon as it touched her skin, it wound its way around her wrist securing itself there like some sort of bracelet.

Priscilla sighed in frustration. She tugged at the thread but it wouldn't budge. "Just what in the world is going on?" she huffed, speaking more to herself than the two men before her.

"What indeed," the younger man said in a sardonic tone.

"Perhaps Miss Vega, this conversation would better be continued in my office," the older wizard said kindly.

"Oh, uh, yes of course Mr.?" Priscilla trailed off as she realized that they had never introduced themselves to her.

"Ah, forgive me my dear. It seems my old age has affected my manners. I am Professor Albus Dumbledore and I am the headmaster here at Hogwarts, and this," he gestured to the man in black, "is my colleague Professor Severus Snape."

Priscilla's eyes widened and she began to frantically pace back and forth. "Oh, no, no, no. This can't be happening!" she muttered to herself in frantic, hushed tones before looking back to the two wizards with a worried expression.

"You're really Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape? This isn't just some sort of weird joke?"

"I assure you Miss Vega that this is no joke," Severus said sternly. He was beginning to lose his patience with this witch. How could she not know how she arrived here? And furthermore, what business did an American witch have here at Hogwarts anyway? Something strange was going on here, and he did not like it. He didn't like it one bit.

"This is bad, like extremely bad. If you're really them than I'm-" Priscilla trailed off again. "What's today's date?" she asked suddenly.

"Today is the 18th of July, year 1991," Albus said calmly. He had had his suspicions about Miss Vega when he saw the red thread bind itself around her wrist. His thoughts were confirmed as he watched the young American witch fall to the ground in reaction to his answer.

Albus stared at the young woman. She was certainly an unexpected addition. He could not yet be sure what part she would play in the events to come, but it seemed that whatever her purpose it was out of their hands. Fate had brought the girl here and fate would lead her to where she was meant to be.

Albus turned back to Severus who was waiting for direction from the headmaster. "Severus, I do believe Miss Vega has just fainted."


Well, there you have it. This is my first HP fanfic so I'm interested in what y'all think. If you're interested in reading more of this let me know. Thanks you for reading and please leave a review. -S.F.E.