"Novum principio." Right after those words left Rose's mouth, she knew something was about to change. She quickly closed the book and was about to set it back on the shelf when it caught her attention yet again.

"What the…" Rose started as she looked curiously down at the large novel that was encased in her hands. The book had mysteriously changed from its old brown covers into a bright blue that was lighting up as though it had a light bulb inside of it. While she started to look for the light source of the book, an incessant tugging occurred around Rose's navel. 'This cannot be good,' Rose thought to herself as she closed her eyes tight, hoping the yanking would end soon.

Boom. In what felt like less than a second, Rose went from standing up in the antique book store to crashing clumsily on her stomach on a hard stone floor.

"Are you kidding me! Do the psychos at that bookstore just randomly do that whole light and flying show for every poor soul who enters their store? God damn it!" Rose ranted, not opening her eyes through the whole rant. Thinking that she was maybe in another part of that weird shop, she took a moment on her stomach to get the motivation to get up and moving. Only when she heard the footsteps of something else in the room with her, did Rose open her blue orbs. Slowly she lifted herself up, flipping her brown hair back to its normal position. As Rose turned around, she saw an older man with a long white beard that matched his freakishly long white hair. 'Where have I seen him before?' Rose silently questioned to herself.

"Hello my dear. Would you be so kind as to tell me as to who you are and how you appeared out of my ceiling," the mysterious man asked Rose calmly. She took in the mans crooked nose and startling blue eyes. 'I must have hit my head hard because I thought I just saw his eyes twinkle,' Rose said to herself. Trying to quickly piece the puzzle together in her mind, Rose went through everything that had happened to her in the past ten minutes.

"Creepy shop appears out of nowhere, then no one in said creepy shop, then weird books, one was…" she was speaking to herself until she remembered the book that she was looking at. 'It can't be.' Getting her composure together, Rose took a deep breath and looked back at the old man who was still patiently waiting for a response.

"OK, so this is gonna sound really messed up and all but, I picked up a book at this super creepy bookstore and the book turned blue. It turned blue and then pop, I appear here. I must be dreaming right?" Rose hastily said. The old man examined Rose for a couple of seconds before he spoke calmly and quietly.

"I think you may have touched a portkey and it transported you here, to Hogwarts. Now, would you like to have a seat and we can discuss all of this," he led Rose to his desk where he offered her some candy which she quickly denied. But once she sat down opposite the man, realization of what he exactly said hit her.

"Hold the phone. D-did you just say Hogwarts? A place that is only in books, a place that is made up?" Rose said doubtfully while looking straight at him.

"Why yes I did. My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am the headmaster here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." When Rose's eyes left Dumbledore's, she did notice that the objects all around the room were not normal objects. Not just that, but all the paintings in the room were now either sleeping (Rose could blatantly see their steady breathing) or staring right at her and clearly whispering and gossiping about her. Deciding that if it is a dream she could easily wake up whenever she wanted, she stated to go along with this whole "Hogwarts is real" thing.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Dumbledore," Rose reached over the desk to give the guy a handshake, for which he chuckled to himself while he did. "I am Rose Thomas and I am not a witch, so sadly I cannot stay here. Too bad so sad."

"What do you mean you're not a witch Miss. Thomas? Only one with magical powers could procure a portkey for which you did."

"Wait, I can't be a witch! There's no such thing as witches and wizards," Rose started to panic, thinking that perhaps she was just going crazy in this dream. To this thought, she started to pinch herself ignoring the stares that she was she was getting from Dumbledore and the paintings. When she started to feel the pain from her pinches she gave up and decided that this was in fact not a dream. Taking another deep breath she looked back to the headmaster, who was still gazing at her. A chill erupted down Rose's spine, it was if he could see and hear everything that was going on in her mind.

"Miss. Thomas, I can insure you that this is in fact not a dream, this is just a different reality than you are used. Can you please tell me more about yourself and where exactly you came from?"

"Well, I guess I can start off by saying that I am seventeen years old, and my birthday is February 16, 2000. I have a mom, dad, and two sisters. I have an A average in school and hopefully will get into some good colleges next year. To answer where I came from, well like I said before a random book store appeared out of nowhere and I walked in and picked up Hogwarts-A History and said a phrase. Then the book turned blue and I fell from the sky. Literally." as she finished Rose noticed a curious look came upon Dumbledore's face.

"What?" she asked and yet, he still did not answer. "OK, fine don't answer. Can you please just answer this question for me." To this, she seemed to have his attention again. "Will I be able to get back home? And if so, how soon?"

"I do not know right now if you will be able to get back. This is because the portkey that you activated to get here did not only transport you here, but also took you back in time."

"Wait, it took me back in time? Tha-" But before she could finish what she was about to say, her mind reeled back to what he was saying. 'I'm at Hogwarts, a school which J.K. Rowling made up in the Harry Potter series. Not only that but I went back in time.' She put together in her mind.

"Yes, it is July 18, 1977 and I believe that you came here for a reason and will not be leaving our time for a while."

"Sir, where I'm from you aren't real. You are from a series called Harry Potter, which is why I did not believe you at first. If it is 1977, then we would be in the marauders final year here."

"Would you care to explain to me what these books are." Dumbledore asked. So, Rose explained everything starting at what she knew about the marauders all the way up throughout Harry's years in school and how to kill Lord Voldemort.

After a long hour of explaining everything that she could remember, Dumbledore finally spoke. "What you had read could be the future, but if what you say is true, then we could possibly save all of those lives that can be lost. But first if you want to be able to help me win a future war, then you have to learn some magic."

"But Sir, I'm not a witch. As much as I wish that I was, I'm sadly not."

"Mrs. Thomas, I believe you possess a power that you did not even know you had. Her take my wand," and he swiftly handed his wand over to Rose across the table, "and flick it towards this bowl." Dumbledore finished what he was say and wait for Rose to take what he just in.

It took Rose a minute to realize that she was holding a wand, an object that she had read about for years only on books. Expecting nothing to happen, she took a deep breath, pointed the wand towards the small brown bowl and flicked the wand up. Right as her wand moved up, the bowl exploded and Rose quickly ducked.

"What was that?!" Eyes wide in confusion and alarm, she looked towards Dumbledore for the answer.

"That, Miss. Thomas, was magic. Once you properly learn how to use your magic you may end up being a very powerful witch."

"Are you sure that this is real?" Rose asked one last time, she just needed to know that this was real and that it was not a prank.

"Oh, it this is very much real."

It took a minute for Rose to find the words to reply back. Once she did she looked up at Dumbledore and said, "I want to help fight the war. How do I start my education?"

Hey guys! I am soooo sorry that it has taken me so long to update this story. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and like always please comment. I love to see comments and reviews! Thanks guys :)

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