Thank you for my first readers and comment-er. I got this chapter faster since I already started writing for a while. I can't promise a consistent update so please bear with me. Again, comments and criticisms are welcome.

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Chapter 2: It's him!

"…Leaky Cauldron?" she told the boy in funny purple the first thing that popped in her mind. This should be the obvious response of anyone who suddenly found the Knight Bus in front of their faces. Well anyone from where she came from, just to humor some on-going prank.

No, Boss Dragoness would probably breathe them fire and scream 'bugger off', she chuckled at herself. Somehow she found herself missing the people she left even the most undesirable ones.

Remembering the boy who was reading his lines from a parchment earlier, she saw him lazily looked up at her for the first time and then choked. She wanted to laugh at his appearance.

"London, M-ma'am?" he finally found his voice though stuttering while still staring openly at her.

"Yeah," she managed to answer in even tones.

She knew that reaction. Dang this face and dad's genes.

Good thing she's a normal city girl and such occurrences were normal in the city. But what's bugging her was the confusion with her personalities. She was an elegant heiress from earlier than medieval era but also a modern young professional in the making. Somehow she felt more the latter than the former. It's glaringly obvious as she tended to be on her modern bravura than her should be medieval etiquettes. But she's home now. That won't match especially with her wearing a gothic bloofer lady's dress robe.

"Hold on, where are we?" she remembered to ask.

"W-we're in the borders, Ma'am. Doune Castle Yard," he answered uncertainly.

"Oh, right. It was actually a broken portkey that sent me here. You see, I don't have my money but if you can send me to Gringotts I can easily pay you there," she blabbered tentatively. She wanted to know if this was all real. She'd like to confirm her very own presumptions starting from the Knight Bus.

"I d-don't know…" Stan was teetering on his heels. "Doune Castle Yard to London, that's a galleon an' ten sickles."

OMG. He didn't deny anything! Portkeys and Gringotts. She was too excited that she'd give all she has at the moment just to get to London right now.

"How 'bout this, I have saleable luxurious boxes here. I'll leave them with you for the meantime, then pay you up after I withdraw?" she was practically bartering. For her, those boxes maybe part of her heritage but the chance to find her favorite novel's world was more important to her right then.

"…'Choo think, Ern?" Stan asked someone from inside the bus.

"Best 'cept than nothin'." Someone answered back.

"A'right. Come on board, Ma'am." He finally breathed relief with a blush. "Sorry, 'bout t'at."

"It's alright. You can also call me Ellie, Stan," she smiled at the young boy who blushed even redder. She sat on one of the brass bedstead near the driver's area and seized a pole for support. If the book said correctly this will be one heck of a ride.

"This is our driver, Ernie Prang. This is Ellie—you said right?"

"Yes, Ellie Moore. Thank you and to you too, Ern."

She decided to use her modern name instead of the ancient one. For one, she still thought being Ellie at the moment and two, she needed to throw those extremists away her trails.

There was another BANG! The bus sped ahead and she was holding on the pole for dear life. She can't help give a one note inside the bus. There were other witches and wizards inside but they're currently sleeping. Ellie disregarded Stan's commentaries as she watched the view outside the windows. It was all blurred lines, reminding her of her computer's screensaver. She suddenly wondered whether her lady boss was now breathing rage-fire when she found out her sudden indefinite absence.

Perhaps she's simply left Ellie's body who also simply walked back to her usual routine? She wasn't sure. Possessing and living in another's body was not part of the plan. She glanced ahead and saw the speeding light reflections when she noticed the time at the driver's cabin—half past eight, August 2, 1993.

"What?"

"Yeh! T'at's what I asked them, wha'cha think yeh doin' eh?" Stan answered dismissively still busy with his one-sided discussion. He didn't even notice that Ellie wasn't listening.

'I was sent back to 1993? That's seventeen years to the past! What's happening? I was born—no, Ellie Moore was born in 1985. Graduated with Bachelor's Degree on—hold on, are we even in the same world?"

She wanted some strong coffee right that instant. A Triple-C, Costa Coffee Cappuccino or maybe a cup of Death Wish Coffee, whichever's available right now!

'No. No caffeine for now. Let's think—I'm physically thirteen, mentally twenty-two and well, hundreds by birth. I grew up in the future, returned home from the future but I have this feeling they're on different realms. Wait—I have to confirm if Ellie even existed in 'my world'. Well, they also lived in London I can check when I get there later.'

She finally calmed down. For the record, she actually has no idea what happened and why it did. Her sleep was supposed to be a simple affair—to sleep. To protect her. She has to know what went wrong.

'But the Knight Bus! Is this real?''

The only memory she has about this bus was from Ellie's employer company's bestselling author, JKR. Bloomsbury also just published her final installment and it was sensational! Fortunately, she was able to read the final book before she was sent back. Then all of a sudden there's the wizarding transport!

But she knew she really returned home. She can feel it, something inside her felt complete. Yes, her memory about her home was from a long time ago and a bit blurry yet still whole. She can't explain it. Everything just seemed right.

She doubted there's a funny bus like this back at home. Heck she remembered the ancient carriages but no similar contraptions. She can't decide whether she and her home were in a book or JKR actually wrote the real wizarding community into a novel in her home. Could she be really in the Harry Potter world? Or were they just part of her home minus Harry Potter?

Oh, she knew there's magic, her mom's a witch. Well, her dad's a different story, though. Her situation was all confusing.

'How wonderful would that be?' she giggled at herself when she thought of living inside her favorite novel.

She was lost in her thoughts all her journey. The bus stopped every now and then without her notice, even the banging sound zoomed out her. She was still in plethora of confusing thoughts. What if Hogwarts was real? She'd die to get a visit there. She wanted to meet her favorite character, Harry Potter. But she'd also like to see Romania again. What happened to her home? Where's everybody? How about Ellie? What really happened between her and the girl? She's actually feeling torn. Should she not be travelling back home checking on everyone, or what remained of them? It's been centuries! What happened after she's put to sleep? And why was she in Britain now?

"How come muggles don't hear the bus?" someone close her asked Stan.

"Them! Don't listen properly, do they? Don't look properly either. Never notice nuffink, they don't."

She snapped her head to the boy sitting on the nearby bedstead. Like her he was grappling another pole for his dear life as the bus kept speeding to oblivion. She scrutinized his messy black hair sticking to all directions, his thin body frame in baggy and moldy looking clothes, and his confused, amazed and apprehensive expressions under those very battered and still bent glasses.

'OH MY GODDESS! Or no, they usually call for Merlin, right?'

'Merlin, it's HARRY POTTER!'

PS: Chapters will have inconsistent length.