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AN: My first fan fiction :). Hope you like it!

AN2: Edited on 12/31/12 because I wrote this when I was 13 or 12 or something… and I feel it could be a LOT better than it is. Also I'm changing the name to 'Memoirs of a Teen Time Traveller' because Backwards Missions doesn't really fit, you know? These are major revisions, basically rewrites with the same plot.

CHAPTER ONE-GOING BACK

I remember everything perfectly of course. How could I not? I was sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of Cocoa Crispies when something strange happened.

An owl flew up to the window next to my table and started tapping on it with its claws. In its mouth was an official looking letter, that had been sealed with a wax stamp. I jumped at the noise but kept on eating. Why would I open the window to let the owl in anyways? I wasn't crazy. It persisted though, just tapping in increasingly louder raps. Finally I got fed up with the entire thing.

I opened the window in annoyance and the owl flew and landed on the counter in front of me where it deposited its cargo and promptly started nibbling on an the letter, and then reading it, I'm pretty sure that my jaw was on the floor.

Dear Miss Hayley la Bleu,

It is my duty to inform you that there has been a prophecy made to me concerning you by one Sybil Trewlaney. In five days time you will be fetched by three gentlemen. I hope you are prepared for the arduous task that awaits you.

After this there was about three paragraphs of information that I decided was irrelevant and that I could ignore.

Sincerely,

Headmistress Minerva McGonagall

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

I had practically memorized the Harry Potter books, let's keep this in mind, so getting a letter from somewhere I thought wasn't real, from an owl of all things, made me think that someone was playing a really bad prank. Turning the heavy paper that that was printed on over, I scribbled a quick note back, tied it to the owl's leg, sent it on its way, and promptly forgot about the whole ordeal. Hell, I don't even remember what I wrote back to 'Minerva', probably something along the lines of 'Go away.'

The five days passed quickly.

On the day that the boys were supposed to come get me I was lying in my bed asleep, while visions of sugarplums danced in my head. Okay not really but you get it. It was the middle of the night when suddenly a loud crashing noise startled me awake. Bolting up into a sitting position, I noticed that there were three boys lying on the floor, looking to be about sixteen or so. I was fifteen and fabulous.

Shooting a quick glance over at the alarm clock on my bedside table, my eyes widened. It was 2:30 in the morning! "Okay, I'm going to give you boys until the count of three to explain just what you are doing on the floor of my room, or you will wish you had never lived," I hyperventilated. Shutting my eyes, I prayed that when I opened them the boys would be gone. Maybe they were just a figment of my imagination?

Opening my eyes ten seconds later, I saw they were still there and looking at me weirdly. Jumping out of my bed, I grabbed the nearest object and brandished it over my head.

"Love, that's a book. It isn't going to do much damage," An aristocratic British voice cut through my planning to annihilate them all. My eyes shot to him. He had shaggy looking hair that was a dark almost black color. His eyes were a sparkling grey color and his lips were pulled up into a smirk. His facial features were almost royal-looking. Surveying the other boys, I noticed that he was by far the most attractive.

The closest one to me had a mess of black hair on his head, that appeared as if it would never lie flat, unless you straightened it or shaved it all off, and had hazel eyes that seemed to always be grinning with mischief behind round glasses. The farthest one from me had brownish blonde hair that was sort of long, and stick straight, with brown eyes, and a quiet look to him. The one in the middle was the attractive one.

"Okay boys, it's been more than three seconds, now WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM AND WHO ARE YOU!" I shrieked, trying to keep calm, which obviously wasn't working.

"Well, we were under the impression that we were supposed to fetch you from your time, 2011 or whenever this is, and bring you back to our time, 1975. And, as to who we are, I'm Remus Lupin, and those two idiots are Sirius Black and James Potter," The brownish blonde haired boy stated, first gesturing to the boy in the center, then to the one on the other end with the glasses.

"Okay, if this is some extremely lame prank, then it's NOT funny," I snapped, not believing 'Remus Lupin' in the least. Harry Potter wasn't real, and they were probably going to kill me or something after playing out a Harry Potter-esque fantasy. Crossing my arms over my chest, I scowled at them waiting for another one of them to speak.

'James Potter' spoke next. "It's not, trust me, okay? Just go pack a bag with some clothes so you don't have to wear that around all the time, okay?" He snapped back at me.

"No! You can't time travel and I think that you all are trying to abduct me. Unless you can give me a good reason not to, I'm going to scream and alert everyone in this house to the fact that I am about to be killed by some crazy kids," I retorted.

"Fine have it your way," 'Sirius Black' sighed and grabbed hold of my shoulder.

"LET GO OF ME! WHAT ARE YOU…" I started before noticing that I was no longer standing in my bedroom in safe Ohio, but in a large office filled with random stuff that looked magic. "…doing…" I trailed off. Gazing around, I jumped a little bit when I saw a tall man with long, silver hair, and piercing blue eyes behind half-moon glasses looking at me with amusement.

"Hello Miss la Bleu. How was 2011 going for you? I'm afraid that you must stay in the past forever, and never go back to your own time, as your mission could take the remainder of your life. I am Professor Dumbledore by the way," The man twinkled at me. "You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

I was dreaming, it had to be. This could not be real. Then what he said truly hit me. Never going back home again. Never seeing my friends, or family again. Never listening to my music or reading my books or even watching the same movies again. No more regular school, no more of the kid I liked, no more of the kid next door who I hated. I was desperate to even see him! Tears started rolling silently down my cheeks and I looked desperately around the office. A nightmare, this was a nightmare. This could not be true.

"Let me go home," I begged Dumbledore.

"Sorry Miss la Bleu. Your mission is much more important." He sighed.

I fell to the floor sobbing. I should have read that letter more carefully.