Gah, finally got this out. School's been crazy and with Thanksgiving and all... Well, some insanity ensued. I don't think my thumb will ever be the same again :( So enjoy this crappiest of all the chapters! Oh, and I know that she wouldn't be put in Azkaban for underage magic, but she's a tad melodramtic and oh so very cocky, so she'd tell everyone how she norrowly escaped being thrown in Azkaban due to her superior duelling skillz. Yes, with a Z

And OMG, Tom sighting! XD

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Pain. That's all she felt. It was as if the whole world wanted to cause her as much pain as possible and all Kayleigh wanted to do was curl into a ball and cry and whine about the unfairness of it all. However as soon as it had started it stopped and Kayleigh found herself sitting in the darkness without a shred of light. She contemplated whether she was actually dead- if Professor Dumbledore had eventually taken pity on her- but immediately scrapped that idea. If she were dead, she wouldn't have a body, and therefore would not be sitting in some dark place with the cold seeping through her clothes to smother her skin. And so to test that theory she tried experimentally to flex her fingers and ended up hissing in pain.

Okay, so movement was a go, but it hurt like a bitch. She carefully stood up trying not to wince and brushed herself off, immediately noticing that her skirt was a lot longer than she would wear it at Hogwarts. She also noticed as she ran a hand through her hair that it was shorter and curly and there was a hat sitting on top of her head. Cursing Dumbledore and what he possibly did to the rest of her she began banging around wildly, realising quickly that she was in some sort of box. So of course she did the only reasonable thing to do in these kinds of situations; whipped out her wand and started blasting everything in sight, because well, if the Ministry catches her she'll only be in Azkaban for a year, and she was sure she could handle it.

Thankfully though one of her curses blasted a hole in the box and some light shone through, showing Kayleigh that she wasn't in a box, but an empty broom closet and judging by the sound of trains from the other side of the supposedly soundproof closet she figured she was at Kings Cross Station. She shook her head up and put on her most aristocratic face as she stepped out of the closet; ignoring the funny looks she was given. She looked back inside to see if there was anything she needed to take with her (inconspicuously of course, no need to draw even more attention herself) and saw a pearly white clutch sitting on top of a mahogany chest with a faded yellowish letter balanced precariously on the top. Frowning slightly, as she didn't remember these objects being in the closet earlier, she grabbed the letter and read it quickly.

Miss Quieras-Jones,

If you receive this letter it means that we were successful in bringing you to the past. All of your personal items are stored in the bag (courtesy of Professor McGonagall) and all your school books and new clothes are in the chest. I do hope you will find everything to your liking.

Now, you must be sure not to let anyone know you are from the future as it could cause disastrous results. And as such, you will introduce yourself simply as Kayleigh Quieras, a new student whose parents died suddenly in Mexico and sent you to live in England with your frail grandmother Lucretia. Please try not to antagonise the students, but try to befriend as many as possible in order to gather as much information as possible about the Heir of Slytherin.

A letter to myself is in your trunk, detailing this particular experiment so that you will have someone to talk to about how your mission goes, and as such, I will learn of it as well. My past self will deal with any issues about your enrolment.

Please keep yourself safe,

Albus Dumbledore.

Kayleigh stared at the letter for a while, before one word sunk itself deep into her retinas. McGonagall? Why did she get to choose the bag Kayleigh had to walk around with all year? It's only fair that if she were the one using the bag, she should get to pick it, at least in her mind.

She suddenly became aware that the stations were emptying and that the clock was still ticking, and of course that nobody knew she was a student at Hogwarts yet and so nobody would miss her if she missed the train. She broke into a sort of dignified run towards the barrier between platforms nine and ten, hurrying to get there before it sealed itself off. She made it through with ten seconds to spare and so she ran full pelt towards the scarlet steam engine, thankfully not noticing how rickety it looked because if she had there was no way she would ever get on the death trap.

She had just jumped onto the train when it began to move, lurching forwards jerkily and almost knocking her off her feet. As it was however, her trunk fell over and refused to go back up. She began considering blasting it to smithereens when the train lurched the opposite way, knocking her over fully and lifting up her trunk.

"I hate trains." She muttered, shakily climbing to her feet and brushing herself off, only just realising something she should have realised a while ago. She was wearing gloves.

Her breathing hitched as she stared at the pink fabric and she glanced down at herself, realising why the muggles had been giving her such funny looks. Her knee length dress was just so old looking that it was no wonder people were looking. Although since it was the olden days, maybe she was dressed properly? But as she looked at the brown dress she couldn't help but doubt it. With a travel-weary sigh she began dragging her trunk down the train to find an empty compartment, or some first years who wouldn't think it odd that they didn't recognise her. As it was there was a small compartment at the very end of the train that looked both empty, and extraordinarily dirty.

With a sigh and a quick scourgify she sat down heavily, distinctly unimpressed with the past so far. Images of her friends and family shot through her mind and she almost found herself tearing up as she realised she wouldn't see any of them for a year. There was absolutely no upside to being put in the past except for the fact that now she would be a Slytherin she realised. And she acted like a Slytherin most of the time anyway so why did she need to go back into the past?

For some stupid title. She thought bitterly, clenching her fists and blinking back the tears that threatened to fall as she realised the mistake she had made. She should have let them send someone braver, smarter, and selfless; someone who was everything Kayleigh wasn't.

That is until she looked around her compartment and caught sight of the most drop-dead gorgeous man she ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on standing right outside and chatting with some of his friends.

Maybe there will be an upside to all of this... she thought as she stood up, brown eyes gleaming as she caught sight of the Slytherin tie on his chest.