Time Travel is such a magic concept

-Matt Smith

Time Travel is a dangerous thing,

You never know when, or where, you're going to end up

Chapter One

Backwards Traveler

It was cold. Cold and empty, almost as though the weather was trying to reflect how she felt on the inside.

Her hands were stuffed in her pockets and she was staring down, watching the ice and snow and trying not to trip over it. She was listening to an old portable CD player, the volume turned up high in an attempt to block out the rest of the world. She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings and perhaps his is why the immediate change in scenery went unnoticed by her.

It wasn't until she realized two things.

First, she should have passed the road she usually had to cross to get to class by now.

And secondly, the ground was no longer patched with ice and dangerous, the setting sun no longer hidden behind several layers of clouds, but rather shining out in glory higher in the sky than it should be.

The ice and snow that had covered the concert she was walking on had melted away to reveal grass where it should not be.

She slowly raised her eyes, expecting to be millimeters from the road, having just wandered off the sidewalk without realizing it. Instead, she found herself in a field of some sorts. A field blooming with life when it very shouldn't have been.

With furrowed eyes, she pulled her headphones off and let them settle around her neck. You could still hear the music, blasting its way out and around the peaceful air.

Turning slowly, her eyes wide, she was stopped when something was jabbed towards her from either side.

Panic ensued inside her, rolling around and up, jabbing to be let out.

She didn't know what was being jabbed in her direction-knife, gun, swordfish-or who was doing the jabbing. Normally she would have felt better about the situation, but from what she observed there were no houses, or people, around.

"Who are you?" Two identical voices said from either side of her.

"I should be asking you the same thing," she said slowly, willing her voice not to betray her.

It didn't, but her body did when one of the things suddenly pushed into her and she flinched.

"Oi, you're the one who just randomly appeared in our yard."

"Yard?"

Indeed, as she slowly turned her head, she could make out something that resembled a house of sorts.

"What's that sound?" one of them asked. She pointed at her headphones and she felt one of them reach out and poke it. She tried not to flinch, she really did, but she didn't think she succeeded to well.

"Look, I don't want any trouble, but um," she stumbled as one of her captors came into view. They were quite a bit taller than she was and contained a head of red hair. She squinted at them. "Wait, I've seen you before. Can't remember where, but I remember because my friend pointed you out. Said you reminded her of the character in her book."

He shot a confused look whatsoever was standing next to her and she followed his gaze, her face scrunching up when she realized they were twins.

"Or I've seen one of you before. Woulda remembered seeing both of you and why are you pointing those bloody sticks at me?" Her nose wrinkled up.

The twins seemed to have a conversation without saying a word before turning back to her.

"You're coming back to the Burrow with us. Dad and Remus can have a look at you."

The burrow? Remus?

Both words sounded slightly familiar.

One of the twins lead the way, heading towards a tall house that looked about to fall over at any second, the other twin followed, his stick still pointed at her back.

It was silent and to fill the silence she stared to babble, a nervous tick she had managed to shake before puberty that had for some reason decided to come back now that she felt in mortal danger.

"It's funny cause I think my friend said if you'd had a twin you could be an older version of the two characters in her book. You know that one time I saw you or rather thought I saw you at the bookstore." There was a snort, but she ignored it. "Anyway she forced me to read the book although I can't remember the characters name. Greg and Fletcher, maybe? Can barely remember my own name half the time so how would I be able to remember some characters name, huh?"

She stopped when the door swung open and out rushed a plump older woman with red hair as well.

"Thought you two said you were coming up earlier," she said placing her hands on her hips. One of the lady's hands also held a stick and for a fleeting moment, she thought of a wand. She quickly brushed that from her mind. "Just look at you. Looks like you haven't been eating well enough! It's a good thing I was just making lunch. Harry's here and-oh who's this?"

She had just noticed the girl wedged between the twins and have her a smile. The girl tentatively smiled back and gave small wave before focusing her attention on listening to the twin in front of her.

"Found her in the field. She just kind of appeared out of nowhere, so we assumed she was a witch but either she's really good at playing dumb or she's just a lost muggle."

The girl gave a small sound from her throat. "I am not dumb. And I'd quite appreciate you not talking about me like I'm not right here."

She glared at the boy who barely cast a glance back at her.

They were ushered inside and she was sat at a table, a bowl of sorts set in front of her while the twins went off to fetch someone.

Her bag and portable CD player had been taken from her, (but not before being searched and probed at and her rolling her eyes and shutting the music off) and set in the hall where she wouldn't be able to get it without the plump women noticing. Likewise, her coat, which everybody here found strange she was wearing, was with it. Without her coat she was just in a tank, a pair of torn up jeans, and old converse shoes. She rarely took off her coat during class.

Suddenly, she was glad she put on a bra for class today.

At least if she was going to be treated like a criminal she could do it with the knowledge that her blobs were being good.

Between the time it took her to eat the food (mysterious food from mysterious people oh well. She was quite hungry.) And for the twins to show back up with several other people, she'd had a lot of time to think (or her mind was just working in overdrive-who knows?). She had heard several word that she knew from only one other place: the book her friend had forced her to read. And although she knew witches and wizards weren't real, from the spot she was sitting at she could see, unbeknownst to her, the older lady flicking her stick in the room next door and pots and pans and other dishes flying about and washing themselves.

And if that didn't convince her then when the people arrived out of nowhere with a loud 'POP' certainly did.

By then she had a story ready, or rather as ready as it would ever be.

Because if this wasn't a hallucination due to panic, stress, lack of food, or drugs than she needed a way to get back to the future. Back to her college dorm room in 2002, not some magical house in an unknown time of the nineties.

The nineties were not fun the first time for her and she certainly did not want to repeat them.

31.01.2015

So, this story is for me and personal reasons. Normally I hate these types of stories, but some things happened and this appeared and in order to save my mental state, I attempted to write it. I don't know how well I'll succeed (especially considering this was supposed to be in first person) but we'll see. I forgot what I was gonna say...
Story title and chapter title subject to change as this story continues to develop in my head. So far things that have happened this week have shaped my main character. Here's to me hoping classes are cancelled this week, cheers!