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September 1st 1975
Well this is odd I will admit, it's the exact same yet so different. Who would have thought it; forty four years in the past and yet Hogwarts is still the same as it was now, other than the fact Dumbledore is headmaster and the current head of Gryffindor for me hasn't yet been born. But details, details. I've been thinking of the diary that Aunt Hermione gave to me during the holidays which I may or may not have decorated with flowers and small silver diamantes instead of allowing it to be boring. It's quite vintage, I like vintage things. Currently I'm staring at my new roommates, wondering which one will crack first and say hello. Probably me.
With love, Chess
Francesca De' Mortem looked around from where she was laying, holding her head which felt like it had just been compressed by something very powerful. It was one of the worst headaches she had ever experiences. She lay there for another few moments "Where the hell am I?" She thought out loud before standing up and chuckling "Oh, I'm at Hogwarts, looks different form the side" she continued to say what she was thing out loud until a familiar cough rung out from behind her. She turned to see Minerva McGonagall standing with her glaring expression, hair in a tight bun, black robs on as usual looking much younger than Frankie had ever seen her. The teenage witch offered a cheeky grin "Hey Minnie, you look fabulous as always. I promise this was only one third my fault but on the plus side I think me James and Fred created a teleportation potion which is awesome." she spoke happily.
"Who are you and how did you get here?" McGonagall demanded of the purple haired teenager girl who looked at the professor with confusion.
"Frankie" She said, wondering why she was being asked her name. She looked around studying her surroundings. "What year is it?" She finally asked.
"1975" Minerva replied in a brisk tone watching curiously as the girls eyes widened and her hair turned white.
"No Way… does that mean your not the headmistress" She finally asked, getting her head around what's happening whilst a look of shock passed momentarily through her face "Would the headmaster be Dumbledore?" she finally asked
"That would be correct." McGonagall answered.
"Awesome" Frankie cheered with a wide smile. "Take me to your leader" She added with a mischievous grin.
Albus Dumbledore peered at the witch in front of him with a glint in his eyes, twinkling behind his half moon specs. He listened to the tale of how Francesca De' Mortem ended up being sent back in time, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, that's most interesting. And I don't suppose you know what was in the potion?" Dumbledore asked
"Unfortunately no, I know right up until the last part then anything could have gone in. It went bright gold though" she added. Dumbledore hummed slightly.
"Well until we can find a way to send you back to your own time, I suggest you go get ready for your sorting" he said with a small smile, "Best way to introduce Hogwarts first transfer student" He added "There could be a problem with your lack of luggage though" He pointed.
"No problem sir" Frankie said, pulling her shrunken trunk out of her pocket and tapped it with her wand, muttering the spell until it grew to full size. "It's too heavy otherwise" She added at the professors amused look.
"Right then, I'll get this sent with the others" He said, pointing his wand at it. "I have to get to the great hall, I believe the first years are just turning up now if you would like to come with me" he said and the pair walked down to the great hall, Dumbledore entering and Frankie sitting on the steps as the first years arrived.
Inside the hall, people were murmuring as to why Dumbledore was late, as he had never been before, the most popular reason why was that he was doing something against Voldemort that got him delayed. Nobody as expecting the real answer. "Now, before the sorting begins, I would just like to make a small announcement that this year a fifth year student will be joining us, due to personal reason" Dumbledore said. And with that the great hall opened and in walked the first year students with a girl only a few inches taller than some of the first years walking down, in jeans and a shirt with a trilby hat placed onto of her light purple curls. Her skin was pale and her eyes bright with a smile on her lips as her boots echoed louder that the rest of the footsteps in the hall.
"Wouldn't mind having the new girl join our house" Sirius Back murmured to James Potter who chuckled slightly and watched the sorting, all of the first years getting sorted first. Then Francesca's name was called out and silence followed when her surname was called. Slytherin house waiting in anticipation. Only to be shocked when she was sorted into the house of lions. There was no claps but the purple haired witch didn't seem to mind as she stepped down from the stall and walked over, sitting in a spare seat next to Remus. "I changed my mind" Sirius mumbled to James as a few words of welcome were said and Dumbledore started the feast.
Frankie looked in front, examining the food carefully before picking three potatoes, some broccoli and one slice of beef, drizzling it with gravy. "Well isn't this nice, awkward silence" Frankie commented sarcastically, giving a sweet smile to the four Marauders. Sirius Black couldn't help it, the corners of his mouth twitched. It was funny considering the situation.
"You're a De' Mortem" James finally asked, she nodded, her mouth chewing on the bite of beef she just took. "Your whole family are supporters of Voldemort" He accused her.
"There also supporters of normal hair colour" She pointed out to them. "I'm not much of a De' Mortem, I got disowned when I was eleven, I live at a friends house most of the time." Frankie informed them, that fact was surprising.
"How come you're here?" Sirius asked, ignoring Remus shaking his head in disapproval, Dumbledore clearly said it was due to personal reasons. Frankie however just smiled sweetly.
"It was an accident, me and my two best friends were on the way to school, James- that's the name of my friend- had a potions making kit on him that he got back after his dad confiscated it due to creating homemade stuff and blew up a bathroom. It was an accident" She added at there wide eyes. "So anyway, we were making a potion, real simple hair growth one to use on Colly Hardbrit. God I really hate that guy, point is, potion went wrong when ingredient that aren't suppose to be in it got added and it exploded all over me. Long story short I ended up here." she explained.
"Why were you trying to use this potion on this guy anyway?" Sirius asked her.
"He hexed me badly, ended up no hair and covered in real bad burns. We got him back good already. this was like… a welcome back to school present to ourselves" She smiled mischievously, and the marauders decided then. Maybe she wasn't so bad.
Frankie looked at the girls on the other side of the room, she was amused that no one was talking, she was writing in her diary for the first time. This seems like the type of thing you write down. Finally thought she had had enough "Okay, so is this going to be a thing, sitting in silence, staring, the odd glare?" She asked the girls. The blond of the group glared harder whilst the red head blushed and the brunette looked down.
"Well, you know what your family has done?" Marlene McKinnon half yelled at her.
"Yeah I am aware" Frankie said, glaring a little herself. "My family has done a load of real bad things that I can't change even if it want to. But That's not be, you see me supporting a banner with a snake on it. As far as I'm concerned my family is a group of blood traitors, heck my aunts a muggleborn" Francesca said and the red head Lily Evans looked at her.
"How is your aunt a muggleborn?" Lily asked her
"non biological, she's my aunt via the fact I was pretty much adopted by her family" She said for what felt like the hundredth time that night. "By the way, love the hair" She grinned at lily who smiled whilst the final girl in the group, Alice Lightwood giggled slightly.
"I like her, your hair is nice too" Alice replied and the new students winked before scrunching her face up a little and turning it the same bright ginger as Lily's before returning to purple. "Oh you're a Metamorphmagus, that's real rare" Alice exclaimed. It was that that made Marlene warm up to her, she gathered it meant the girl knew a lot of hairstyles.
"So, what's with the diary. You don't seem like the journal type" Marlene asked her.
"Not really, I got it in the summer, decorated it and recent events have caused me to take it up" She shrugged. Nobody else spoke after that, the girls were already falling asleep.