A/N: Thanks to Iris Stardust and ClaraVR for reviewing and bringing a smile to my face :-) I was going to spread out my chapter updates so there wouldn't be clumps of them every few months but as this story is getting positive feedback so quickly, I'll hopefully have the next few chapters up tonight :-) Don't forget to read, review and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise nor do I have the ability to time travel :-P
August 28th, 1977
The hospital ward filled with a long, painful scream as a girl woke up after a whole week lying unconscious on the crisp, white sheets. Immediately, the closest healers rushed to her bedside and attempted to soothe her. She had been found on a construction site and brought straight to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Illnesses. It was assumed that she was a witch as the construction site was hidden from muggle view. The only problem, was that the girl wasn't in any of the hospital's records which meant that she couldn't be identified. When she arrived in, she wore jeans, a t-shirt with "Take Me To Paris" written on it, trainers and a denim jacket. What really stood out though was the necklace she wore. The heart shaped locket had a pattern of flowers inscribed into the silver. There were also words. On the front was "L.A.W." in loopy handwriting whereas on the back of the locket was the words, "The Greatest Magic is Love." The letters on the front were understood as initials although whose would have to wait until the girl awoke. The main feature of the necklace though, was that when anyone tried to touch it, it began to glow with a bright white light.
"Where am I?" Were the girl's first words. One of the healer's had pushed her back so she lay down once more on the white, pristine sheets.
"Just relax, you are safe. You are in hospital. Can you tell us your name, dear?" The closest healer asked. She smiled down at the girl kindly but her face showed only tiredness and lines of stressed. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun and she had applied a little too much make-up.
"Lucy." The girl replied after a few minutes of silence. The healer who had shoved her back smiled and wrote the name on her clipboard.
"And your surname?"
"I don't know…" Lucy whispered as tears came to her eyes. "I can't remember…"
"There, there, child. Don't worry." An older man said as he moved through the curtains to her bedside. "We have a way of remembering things when we least expect to. You'll remember how you came to be here in a few days." Unlike the two healers, when the man smiled, through the beard as white as the bed sheets, it reached his eyes with a twinkle. "Do you think you could tell me today's date?" He asked, then added, "Granted that you have been asleep for 7 days."
She frowned as she thought through what date it was. "The 21st… Plus 7… Saturday 28th." She finally settled on.
"It's Sunday 28th, do you know what month and year it is?" He asked her, continuing the smile in encouragement, understanding how unsettling it must be to wake up in hospital surrounded by strangers.
"August 2027." She said more confidently than before. Her confidence faltered though once she saw the look that the older man and the healer's shared. "What's wrong?"
The man sighed heavily as though the world were on his shoulders and looked back to Lucy. "My dear, it is indeed, August, but you have the wrong year. It is, in fact, the year 1977."
This time it was Lucy who paled considerably. "No… it's 2027. It can't be 1977. That was 50 years ago! I wasn't alive 50 years ago!" Her voice began to rise in panic. The two healers repeatedly asked her to calm down but she wasn't listening. Finally the darkness took over once more as a cold sensation started in her arm and quickly spread through her body.
"What do we do, Professor Dumbledore?" The healer with too much make-up asked the older man, carefully wrapping up the syringe that had put Lucy to sleep before throwing it in the bin.
"Well, Holly, I believe that I will take her to the castle. She is of school age and until we can figure out what has happened, I think that continuing her education would help her feel more oriented." Professor Dumbledore said, "And with war brewing, she'll need to be looked after even more." Taking a final look at the unconscious girl, he then walked out past the curtains to leave the healers alone to prepare Lucy to be moved to Hogwart's own Hospital Wing for the meanwhile.