Chapter one: Into the shower and into an adventure.

"Hurry UP, Quincy! Don't take up all the HOT WATER!" Amanda, my best friend and College roommate yelled as she pounded the door of our only bathroom in our dorm room. "I wanna shower before first period!"

"Calm your tits Tonks, I just got in!" I call back to her using her nickname as I adjusted the temperature of the rushing water to my desired heat, almost skin burning hot. Usually on an off day I would spend hours in the shower just thinking and letting the water go cold on my skin but since this was the first day of college after 2 ½ months of summer break, I was only planning on taking a 15-min shower to get freshened up.

Stepping into the bathtub/shower spray, I instantly feel the effects of the hot water loosening up the tension in my muscles from sleeping on a rather lumpy old mattress, provided by the school. My long, thick black hair clung to my lightly tanned skin as it soaked in all the water up from the heated down pour. With a content sigh, I ran my fingers through the mass of hair, that had once been an untamable mane of black wavy curls, with a large glob of Green apple scented shampoo to be rid of all the oils and dust my hair collects between washes. There was nothing like a hot shower and a great lathering of the hair to start the day off.

Heavy pounding on the door continued once more interrupting my silences, "Come on Tonks, leave me be! I just got in here!" I yell as I rinsed out my hair of all the suds, "I promise we won't be late!" the rest of my showering ritual only took up 10 more minutes before I exited the bathroom. Rolls of steam escaped the room as I walked out with a white fluffy towel around my hair and another around my body only to come face to face with was not my roommate, Amanda "Tonks" Jones but rather Nymphadora "Tonks" Tonks... She was at least a foot and a half taller than me and was sporting a pixy cut the color of a traffic cone.

"FINALLY," she said in an exaggerated tone, "I'm surprised you didn't stay in long enough to drown yourself like you usually do. Anyways, mum has breakfast ready and wants us ready to leave in an hour and a half." I only blink in response as she entered the steamy room I had just exited.

My mind muddled with questions I found myself traveling the halls of the Tonks' home only to wind up in a room with two single beds on either side of the room. One side was decorated in golds and blacks, I noted the Hufflepuff banner designed throw blanket that covered the covers on the bed. Posters of flying quidditch teams and rocking out bands I didn't recognize moved in a recorded manner on the walls along with a collection of smiling and laughing teens in the Hogwarts standard Uniform. On the opposite side wasn't decked out in any house colors but instead the walls were covered in sketches and drawings I have made and usually kept in my sketch books. How did my art end up here?' my eyes drifted over to a few moving pictures of a younger version of myself with the Tonks family and one photo stood out as it was an image of a 9-year-old version of myself laughing as I was riding a real flying broom! I recall having a similar photo of me on a large mountain bike I had gotten for my 9th birthday that sat in my mother's house. Books of varying subjects sat upon any surface they could fit on; stacks upon stacks of note books and sketchbooks along with story books and informational books all mixed together in an order only the owner could figure out.

It was when my eyes landed on myself in the mirror that I realized something strange was totally going on. No longer the fabulous age of 21, what stood before me was an 11-year-old version of myself. No wonder Tonks was taller than me... A peppering of freckles that had been lost a long time ago now sat upon my cheeks and nose, my skin was much lighter and I was less curvy than I had been... WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!? It wasn't until N. Tonks entered the room did I budge from the mirror and made myself busy.

"You haven't dressed yet? You've been spacy since the start of the week. What are you, nervous about your first year at Hogwarts?" she said in a teasing tone as she dried off and put on some common clothing and finished moving her clothing and supplies into one of the two trunks in the room that I had entirely missed. Her trunk was decorated in stickers that generally matched her bedroom half's décor. The second one, presumably my own trunk had no such stickers just a set of initials Q.E.T. strangely enough my name was Quintessence Evangeline Penn, so this must stand for Quintessence Evangeline Tonks.

I got dressed in a grey flannel with a crimson red tshirt under, pulling on a pair of worn out dark blue, boot cut jeans I start packing the notebooks and sketchbooks I would have wanted to bring along with me. "Yeah... I guess you could say that," I mumble as a response acting like a nervous pre-teen. I added the stack of books that looked like the stack of required material along with 3 other books of interesting subjects. Everything on my side of the room is how I would have wanted it. I guess its just kinda strange to me.

With the last of our packing Tonks shrunk her trunk along with mine so I could pocket it instead of dragging it down the hall. I hoped my trunk wouldn't unshrink in my pocket or I atleast hope I could unshrink it when I needed to. "HEY! Don't forget this," Tonks says as she tosses me a dark wooden stick. Cherrywood, about 8" with a Veela hair core... the memory of obtaining the wand flashed by me in a small instant realizing this was my tool for the magical world.

"heh, thanks." I say and tuck it behind my ear after tying back my drying mass of black hair in a low pony tail. The two of us make our way down the stairs into the kitchen where, Mrs. Tonks our mother sat holding a newspaper labeled the Daily prophet. A small fluffball rubbed up against my pant leg and I look down to see a Bengal cat with a lion like tail with a little extra fluff running along the tail to make the lion tuff not so strange on the soft cat. "Good morning Sir Pounce-a-lot." I say as the memory of heading to the pet shop for the cat came to mind. I knelt down to scratch his fur and he leapt up into my arms as I stood up.

"I don't understand why you didn't get an owl, now you have to borrow mine to send any letters home," Tonks half complained, our Mother rolled her eyes and smacks her head with the newspaper she had just rolled up.

"Leave your sister alone, she didn't pick him, he chose her." Mother said, "He's her familiar, and it's hard to find a familiar this early on in a wizard or witches' life." The pair of us join her at the table, Sir Pounce-a-lot curled up in my lap as I fill my plate with scrambled eggs and sausage. "You girls ready for this year of Hogwarts?" she added as she stirred her cup of tea.

"Yeah I can't wait to pass my N.E.W.T.s and head off to become an Auror, I am so done with school its not even funny I can't wait to make my own path!" Tonks said in a typical senior student manner. I rolled my eyes at her, personally I'd want to enjoy my youth knowing what is a head of us if I have to stick around for all 7 books of the Harry Potter series.

"I just want to survive year one and make a good set of friends." I say scratching my familiars ear, "Small goals first, maybe once I feel confident enough make my way to the top of the class in grades... but nothing too flashy. I just want to enjoy my time at Hogwarts."
"You're such a nerd Quinn" Tonks says rolling her eyes before getting the newspaper to the head once more.

"Leave her alone, Nymphadora!" Mother says in an admonishing tone before turning to me, "those are fine goals Quintessence." She smiled sweetly as I tried hard not to cringe at my name. I never liked using my full name, much like Tonks had never really enjoyed her name. "Well we should be heading to the station now," With that the 3 of us stood and Sir Pounce-A-Lot went into his carrying crate and we walked out of the house and into the family car. Tonks sat up with her mother and I sat in the back glancing out the window.

How the hell did I wind up in the world of Harry Potter? Was my shower some sort of portal? What if I can't get back to the real world? How can I recall things that never even happened to me, like getting a cat or going to get my wand in Diagonalley. What is Amanda gonna think when she finds out I've gone missing... will I even survive spending 7 years at Hogwarts? These were the questions my mind kept wandering through as Andromeda drove us to the Kings Cross Station.

AN: Short first chapter its kind of more like a Prologue but eh too lazy to refine it as suchhopefully my next chapter is a tad bit longer.

I don't own the Harry Potter Series, I only own my own characters: Quintessence and Amanda

Any questions or just your thoughts feel free to review. This story spontaneously came to me while in the shower so I hope you guys find it as interesting as I do.