Chapter 2

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Suddenly I was on really soft grass. Like, the kind of grass you only read about in books that is so different than scratchy Louisiana grass.

I slowly open my eyes to the bright sun shining nearly right above me.

I pick my head up as much as I can, finding my head is spinning.

I'm laying in a field. A really open probably never cut field. In fact, it looks like it is rarely walked on.

Sudden;y my foot is pulled out from under me and I am on the ground again.

I gasp as I see what I am convinced is a hallucination.

It was a garden gnome.

But like, a live one.

"What do you think you're doing here, missy?"

"Um… I don't know? I don't really know how I got here."

"Well… leave."

I got off the ground, still eyeing the gnome that I know must be a hallucination, I'm dead- obviously and ending up somewhere in a book I've read.

Harry Potter.

Yeah, Harry Potter has gnomes, in the Weasley's garden.

I have to move forward, towards where I believe the edge of the field is.

The sun is nice, there is a slight chill in the air that nips at the back of my neck which is still exposed by my ponytail.

Then I am out of the field and find I am in the middle of another field. This one clearly has been cleaned up recently. I head through there and see something where I know I'm dreaming.

It's the burrow.

I know it. A small cottage with multiple stories put on tops, looking like with the smallest gust of wind it could blow it over.

I'm definitely dead.

Suddenly the door bursts open.

I see two people come out of the house.

Their blazing orange hair tells me immediately they are Weasleys.

Which ones, I have no idea. One is definitely older, the other maybe eleven or twelve.

Then I see them see me.

It must be weird to see a random girl standing in the middle of their garden.

The two of them just stand there, just staring at me.

I feel my face flush really dark. I hate people staring at me. I realise I should say something.

"Hey…"

Hey… Hey… really, you are literally trespassing on their land and you say 'hey'? They definitely think you're a death eater now.

"Um.. hello?" The older one says.

"Who are you?" The younger one says.

"Um.. my names Kaye… Kaye Kili. Can you tell me where I am?"

"You don't know?" The older one says.

"Uh… no, I could try to explain but I don't think you'd believe me."

"Explain." the older one says with a stern look.

"Well, I was sitting in marsh."

"A marsh?"

"Yeah...well I was just sitting there when I heard a noise behind a tree. I went to investigate, then all the sudden I was falling. Then I was in the middle of a field and was accosted by a gnome."

"Trippy."

Then I decided I could see it I was really here.

"And the weirdest thing was that I was in muggle United States."

"What?"

"Yeah, I have no idea how I ended up here."

"Maybe we should bring you to Mum." The older one said, then grabbed my arm and pulled me into the rickety house.

"Mum!? Dad?!"

"In here Percy!" I hear a cheery voice from somewhere.

Wair… Percy…. What year is this?

He pulled em into what I can assume is the kitchen where a plump read faced woman is standing in a apron with a glass of water in her hand.

"Oh, hello dear, who are you?"

"Uh… I'm Kaye… Kili."

"Well hello Kaye, are you here for one of my kids?"

"Well, I actually don't know why I'm here."

She looked at me suspiciously, "Percy, Ron, go back out to the garden."

Ron?

"Can you tell me how you got here honey?" Her voice was like molasses.

"I really don't know…. But I think that you should call Dumbledore, I think he would know what to do."

"You're American, but know Dumbledore, and more importantly know that I know Dumbledore. How?

"Mrs. Weasley I know this is going to sound crazy but I know more about your life than you probably do."

"I should call Dumbledore."


It was an hour later when Mr. Weasley burst through the door, followed quickly by a man I can only dream was Dumbledore.

I stood as soon as I he walked in the room, I can feel my eyes widening and he stares at me as though he can see into my soul.

He probably can.

"And you must be Kaye."

"That's me sir."

His eyes have a legitimate twinkle, like stars crystallized in his eyes, "I'm sure you're very confused. As am I. I can assure you that things here were meant to happen, you are not dreaming and this is all real."

It's like he can read my mind. Oh yeah, he can.

"But what am I doing here, I'm just a muggle, I don't belong here."

I can't help but doubt that I am supposed to be here. There is no way.

"I can assure you the opposite, Ms. Kili."

"How do you mean?"

"I had a dream."

"A… dream?"

He can't be serious, I know he is all that and everything, but, really? No wonder people think this guy's crazy.

"Yes, I saw a girl coming to Hogwarts, in fourth year, who has never practiced magic before."

"You're kidding, I'm no witch." He's crazy.

"Albus, how can someone become a witch?" Mrs. Weasley asked from where she stood behind me.

"I have no idea, it must be important though."

Then I remembered.

"You said I would be a fourth year?" I asked Dumbledore, remembering something important.

"Yes, why?"

I turn to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"So this is your daughter Ginny's first year?"

They looked at me stunned.

"I told you Mrs Weasley, I know more about you than you want to know."

"Yes, it's her first year, what does that mean?"

'What do you mean Ms. Kili?' Dumbledore asked, and I remember I hadn't told him anything.

"Mr. Weasley told you I must be from the future, but, and I know this is going to sound crazy, in the future, seven years of your lives make a book series."

Dumbledore just looked at me, clearly intrigued and confused but not knowing what to ask.

"More importantly," I continue, "it follows Harry Potter's life, though, I've always thought it was just luck."

I started laughing but they didn't get it.

"And, well. This year at Hogwarts, well, in the book, someone opens the Chamber of Secrets and lets the monster escape."

Mr. and 's eyes go wide and terrified, I see Mrs. Weasley grab his hand and then look to what I can only assume is where the staircase is, to where I can only assume her children are.

"What happened last year, in the book, I mean, maybe it's not accurate?" Mr. Weasley asked.

I try to think, being put on the spot does not help, "Well, Harry finds out he's a wizard, goes to Hogwarts, plays quidditch, Stops… you-know-who from getting the Philosopher's Stone, or Sorcerer's as we say in America."

I see Mrs. Weasley's face drop and know that what happened also happened here, so I turn to Dumbledore.

"Do you think I can stop it?"

"What?" He asked.

"Do you think I can stop everything from happening? I would assume by now some has happened. Has Harry blown up his Aunt yet?"

"No."

"Okay, not as bad as it sounds, they get it under control. Then after that, uh… I probably shouldn't get them in trouble so soon."

"Get who in trouble?" Mrs. Weasley asked, clearly sniffing out a problem.

"Uh, Ron, and uh, Fred and George."

I hate that even at the mere mention of the twin's names I blush a little, the prospect of meeting them. Woah. They always were may favorite characters.

"WHAT DID THEY DO!?" Mrs. Weasley screams. I hear a crash upstairs.

"I promise you Mrs. Weasley, it was for the absolute best.

"I need those little buggers down here RIGHT NOW!"

"Wait,"I scream, not really happy I got them in trouble so soon, "they haven't actually done anything yet."

She calms a little, still with a very stern look on her face, "I guess so."

With her under control, I turn back to Dumbledore, "So, do you think I can stop it?"

"We'll have to just try and see. Maybe try and stop something small first?"

"Okay, you know Lucius Malfoy? Right?"

"Of course." Dumbledore said, and I heard a little grumbling from Mr. Weasley.

"His house elf, Dobby, well, he's going to close the barrier at Platform 9 ¾ to try and stop Harry from going to Hogwarts. When him and Ron get trapped, Ron decides it would be best to take the flying car."

"HE DOES WHAT!?"

"Mrs. Weasley, I promise it all turned out okay. Do you think I can stop Doddy?"

"I guess you can try. I should probably change your children's memories a far as they should know, you're an foreign student, just moved here because your parents died and your nearest relatives are here."

"Where will I stay? I don't think I actually have any relatives here."

"I'm sure I can find something, but for now, we should go and get you some stuff for you, just to make sure that you don't look suspicious."

"Uh… I think you're missing something."

"What?" he asked, his smile like a gleam of pure light.

"I don't know magic."

"Yes, well. I think you're a witch. You have a presence. We'll see when we get to Ollivander's though."

Wait, I would get to have a wand?

This is cooler than anything ever.

"What about her parents, what will happen to them?" Mrs. Weasley asked, like a good mother would.

"Trust me," I started, "They won't miss me. They probably won't realise I'm gone, and if they do, they'll probably throw a party."

My bitter tone was not missed by the older professor, who, trying to make a joke said, "would you say that they were 'dead to you?'"

I laughed a little at the pittiful joke, "I guess so."

"Well, I think this is a good time to do all this, Arthur, Molly, would you mind dealing with your children, Ron and Percy will need a charm but I'm sure you can handle it. I'll message Snape, I'm sure he will know of someone that can quarter her."

"Wonderful idea, and in the meantime, be back in time for dinner." Mrs. Weasley said.

"Yes Ma'am." He said.

Then he waved his wand and I was sucked into a vortex of spinning and landed in another place I never thought I would see.

Diagon Alley.