A/N: Hey there! Read and enjoy! :D
Disclaimer: If I were blonde, British and had the name Joanne Rowling, then I would own Harry Potter, but I don't (sadly).

It was a cold winter day. A girl in black work robes was walking to the nearest Starbucks in London Borough of Islington to get a coffee and read her book. She entered the warm and empty coffee shop and ordered a cup of coffee.

"May I have your name, ma'am?" asked the barista.

"James Potter." She said.

The barista looked at her then noticed the Gryffindor patch on her robes.

"Well, I'm glad you're back, Mr. Potter." Said the barista and gave her the change.

"Thank you, Steve." She said, reading the name on his tag.

Ara King pocketed her change and took a seat on one of the armchairs by the window. She had long black hair and warm gray eyes. She opened her book to where she left off and got lost in the world of Harry Potter.

"Caramel Macchiato for James Potter!" Steve the barista called out.

Ara stood up and got her coffee. She thanked Steve and went back to the cozy armchair. She was in the part where Mr. Weasley got attacked when someone interrupted her.

"Excuse me?" asked a timid voice.

She looked up and saw a boy. He looked the same age as Ara. He had messy jet-black hair that stood up in all ends and piercing emerald green eyes. He had a thin face and was rather thin for a boy his height.

Ara started to laugh. It was probably one of her friends playing a joke on her.

"Who sent you? Dom? Tricia? Cause I'm not buying it." She told him.

The boy looked at her, confused.

"No one sent me. I'm just asking why you're wearing your robes outside Hogwarts and why you used my dad's name to buy that cup of coffee." He asked then looked down at her book.

Ara immediately closed it and his it under her robes.

"You've got to be kidding me." Ara said to him.

"Why would I be kidding you? Death Eaters are out there and you're here in the middle of muggle London, prancing around in you Hogwarts robes!" Harry said softly but enough for Allison to hear.

"If you're really Harry Potter, then prove it." She said. If the kid's a setup, then he wouldn't answer. Her friends weren't really smart in planning pranks like she was.

"I can't. No magic outside of Hogwarts." He said.

She raised an eyebrow. He, surprisingly, got it right. One last thing would prove him right. She grabbed his left arm and looked at the back of his hand. There, etched on the boy's skin, were the words 'I must not tell lies.'

"Holy crap. You're Harry!" she said, standing up.

"Yeah. Now tell me why you used my dad's name to buy that drink." He asked seriously.

"Let me show you." She said and dragged him to Steve, the barista.

Steve was wiping the clean counter and fixing the cups when Ara and Harry walked up to him.

"Hey Steve, what year is it?" she asked.

"2011. Why?" he asked, confused.

"There! Now you know why?" she said to him.

"Merlin." Harry said and ran out off the shop.

"Hell no! I'm not letting my childhood hero run away just like that!" she said to herself and ran after him not noticing that she left her book on the armchair or that Steve turned off all the lights with a flick of his wand.

"Harry!" she called after him. She ran after him in until they reached a park with kids throwing snowballs at each other.

"What?" he asked.

She stopped. She couldn't say that she knew what was going to happen to him from now until his 'nineteen years later'. T was lucky for her that she was good in making cover up stories.

"I was thinking maybe we traveled through time." She said.

Allison walked over to one of the children playing and asked the year.

"1995, of course!" said the child, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Ara got caught off guard. How could they have moved from one time period to another without them even knowing. She walked up to Harry and told him what the child said.

"That's weird. First we were in 2011, now we're in 1995." Harry said and he sat on the park bench, wondering.

Ara sat beside him and silently wished Dumbledore would come so she could explain to him everything. For sure he of all people would know how to get her out of this mess.

"Hello there, Harry, Allison." Said a calm and old voice.

The two looked up and saw an old man with white hair and beard. He had a crooked nose and twinkling blue eyes that his behind half-moon spectacles. He had a crooked nose and was wearing a set of purple robes and a cloak.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry said, standing up.

"No need to be alarmed, Harry." Dumbledore said and Harry sat down.

Ara gaped at the old man in awe. Now, she really believed she was in the wizarding world. Dumbledore now turned to look at Ara and smiled.

"Well, Ara. I think we need some things to discuss." He said.

Remembering that Voldemort has returned, Ara had to make sure she wasn't trying to be kidnapped by a Death Eater.

"What is your favorite flavor of jam?" she asked.

Dumbledore chuckled. "My, you are a smart one. It is raspberry."

She nodded. Now she knew he was the real Dumbledore.

"Harry, I suggest you go back to headquarters. We will be back by tonight for the Order meeting." Dumbledore said.

"But-"

"Go now, Harry. Before Death Eaters find you." He said calmly.

Harry nodded and followed Dumbledore's orders. After he walked into number twelve Grimmauld Place, Dumbledore stuck his arm out for Ara to grab. She touched his arm and everything went black. She felt like she was being pushed through a very tight tube. There was no air and she felt pressure on her chest. Just before she passed out, air filled her lungs and she found herself in a well-lit room.

It was circular and had bookcases around the walls. There was a table full of gizmos and gadgets that would greatly fascinate a scientist.

"Now, Miss King. Welcome back." Dumbledore said.

"What?"

"You were born in this time, you see." Dumbledore said and motioned her to sit down.

She sat on one of the two chairs across Dumbledore and listened to what he had to say.

"I'm guessing you know all about the wizarding world, am I right?" he asked.

"Yeah, through the books. I'm just wondering if this is all real."

"Yes. This is, of course, all real. The books you've read are exactly like what the book states. I believe that the one who wrote the books, Ms. Rowling, worked for the Ministry after the war ended. She suggested that she would write books about the wizarding world and Harry Potter's life to help rebuild the wizarding community of Britain. The money that came from the selling of the books made the British Ministry of Magic the most powerful magical ministry in the future." Dumbledore finished and took a piece of yellow candy from his pocket and popped it into his mouth.

Ara understood now. No wonder why the wizarding world seemed so real, it was because it was.

"Professor, if the muggles know all the entrances to the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, then how were they warded off?" she asked.

"Well, it's simple really. The Ministry put a spell on all the entrances to make sure that muggles aren't able to get in." he said simply.

Ara slowly nodded her head. There was a pregnant silence until she broke it with another question.

"You said I was born in this time. How's that possible?"

"Ah, yes. I knew we would get to this." Dumbledore said, fiddling with his fingers. "Well, after Mr. Potter received his scar, young Sirius Black was devastated. His best friend was dead, the other was a traitor and no one believed that he wasn't the Potter's secret keeper. Before he ran after Mr. Pettigrew, he went to his home and got his baby girl. Since the girl's godfather was dead and no friends or family who believed him, he thought of the last option. The future, and that girl is you."

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