So I know I haven't been updating lately. There's a good reason for that!

After rereading some of the posted chapters, I realize some of them seemed rushed and confusing like. There are places where there needs to be an explanation but there isn't. Example: some people thought I forced Yue to kill herself. That wasn't the intended result but like I said, my interpretation of the Veil wasn't explained in anyway. The whole time skip from first day at Hogwarts all the way up until Christmas was me rushing trying to get my ideas out.

On top of that, I had intended the story to be a crossover but didn't realize that the actual crossover (excluding the OC) don't happen until further on. Because of that, I feel that it wouldn't be considered as a crossover until then.

As a result, this story is now on HAITUS and I am rewriting the chapters as of now.

Hopefully, I can be more through with the chapters and the chapters get longer and so on.

I will post a new and improved summary in the next few days and in the coming week or so, I will post the rewritten Chapter 1 and so on.

Thanks for reading! As being awesome readers, here's a preview of what can happen next!

Ticho

I watched the man with the blinding robes walk around the classroom. Our class of four has now turned into a class of ten. Why? Well there was an attack yesterday, or that was what was reported in the paper called the Daily Prophet.

My pureblood classmate, Ivan decided I should finally be let into the comings and goings of this world. For what reason, I do not know. In fact, for some reason, he felt that I should know every single little detail the Prophet had reported about the war. I wondered if he had ever heard of the saying one should never put all their eggs in one basket, neither should one get all their egg from the same place. Unlike home, the amount of information in the streets, or should I say this school, is inaccurate. And no, I did not come to that conclusion out of nowhere.

I mean, who in their right minds want to write 'and this, my dear readers, this reporter plans to find out if that's the last thing I do!' This reporter? Is the reporter the only source of information these people have for news? Sure, there's some truth in the so called 'report' but without other sources, this is hardly something I would called a report. Times like these, I wish I was back home where I can trust 80% of the information I was given. The other twenty can be guaranteed to be tampered with by traitors and the like.

So back to the wonderful story of my messed up life due to a failed jutsu, I am currently sitting in a transfiguration class of ten with six first year Gryffindors. Headmaster Dippet, as awesome as he is but somewhat carefree, decides to encourage house unity, whatever that was. Now, all my classes I now have with another house. Yea, like that's going to promote house unity any more than it already has.

A thick roll of parchment tapped my desk and I looked up into the eyes of the brightly dressed professor. He smiled slightly and handed back my essay.

"Good work on your essay, Ms. Connor." he smiled. "While I enjoyed reading your work, I must admit I failed to understand how a three feet essay became seven."

I stared at him and then my essay. If he didn't like it, he should've said so.

"I apologize, professor." I said taking my essay and putting it in my bag. "I was fairly certain you had said you wanted an essay at least three feet long."

He smiled again.

"Is this your last class for the day?" he asked.

"Yes, professor."

"Would you like to stay after class to discuss your work over tea? You have some very interesting ideas on the topic."

"If you wish, professor."

I watched him walk toward the Gryffindor side of the room. I don't understand why he would be impressed with my 'work'. It a report more than an essay. It's much more of a proper report than that waste of paper called the Daily Prophet. Ivan claimed the whole of the British Isles said Hogwarts is the best school there is for learning magic. Surly, they would at least teach their children how to do a proper report before sending them to school?

I look down at the glass paperweight I was supposed to be transforming into a jewelry box. With a wave of my hand, I can do it. It was like all the jutsu I was taught here. The thing was, these professors required you to do so with the pointy stick, wand, whatever it was. Although I do like my stick, it was just so breakable. And why would I need it if I can do without it?

The bell rang and stood from my desk. I packed my bag, careful to put the ink wells in a separate compartment so it would not spill. I grabbed my essay and headed toward the front of the class where Dumbledore was at with his phoenix. I ignored Viviane's look as she walked pass me. It wasn't a secret that I failed to casting the simplest spells with a wand. Nobody knew I can do without it. Besides, jutsus had never required a weakness such as sticks anyways.

"Miss. Connor." smiled the old man. Ok, maybe he wasn't that old but he's old to me. "Care for a lemon drop? Tea?"

"No thank you." I said watching him conjure a chair with his stick. I sat down in it and watched him frowned a bit.

"Shame." he muttered taking out a small yellow sweet from his candy bowl. With another wave of his stick, a cup of tea appeared along with a hot steaming pot of it on his desk. "Now I must congratulate you on your essay. It's very well written and can pass for a thesis of a NEWT student."

"I'm sorry, a what student?" I asked confused. In my defense, I just got here about a few months ago!

"NEWT, for Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests." he explained. "Although your written work is wonderful, your practical work is questionable."

What is he getting at?

"If I may ask, Miss. Connor, when was the first instance of you experiencing accidental magic?"

"Excuse me, Professor?"

"Accidental magic." he repeated. There was a strange glint in his eyes. "Anything strange that happened when you were little that you couldn't explain. Anything that happened when you feel scared or when you feel like you're in danger?"

A memory that wasn't mine came to mind. Mariana's memory. In fact, it was a car accident when she was five and she made it blow up when she realize she was going to get hit for crossing the street without looking. Much in the very same way she died, except this time, she couldn't save herself.

I steeled myself and looked straight into the eyes of the oddly dressed professor.

"With all due respect, Professor," I almost hissed. This is surely an unwarranted attack on me, if not the dead Mariana. May her soul rest in peace in the peaceful plains of the world of the dead. "Why are you asking for my experience with accidental magic?"

Dumbledore sighed. Why did Dippet decide to dump this on him. Sure he was the Deputy Headmaster but shouldn't the Headmaster handle this?

With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore closed and locked all the doors and windows leading out of the classroom. The girl with such a brilliant mind glared at him, knowing what had just happened.

"Miss. Connor, I must be honest with you. It has come to Hogwarts attention that you do not belong here. I have no idea how you managed to replace the real Mariana Connor but obviously you are anything but magical."

I nearly panicked when I heard the replacement part but calmed when I heard the magical part.

"Hogwarts believe you have stolen a wand from one of our own and have infiltrated our community. Bad enough as it is, you have over three months of information you should not have and is a security risk to our community. How a muggle like you infiltrate our community is a wonder."

"Are you aware of the implications you are accusing me of?" I demanded standing up.

Magical or not everyone here is capable of using chakra. Those so called muggles have barely any chakra other than the amount used to sustained their lives. These so called magicals rely on stick to amplify their slightly larger chakra cores. I, on the other hand, require no tool. But, if he wish to test me, I'll show him!

I summoned my wand from my sleeve and a fraction of a second later, my trusty, useless… well, not so useless stick was pointed at my transfiguration professor. I will not have him destroy my mission and my ticket home with his accusations.

"Hand over that wand, Miss. Connor." said Dumbledore standing up. "There's no possible way a muggle can use it."

Really, why couldn't Headmaster Dippet approached the girl? It would've save him a whole lot of headache. But no, the headmaster thought he could push the responsibility to his deputy. A muggle can't do any damage to a wizard, can it?

"Then what?" I asked as I began to retreat. "You're going to obliviate me? Sorry, professor, but I refuse to be defenseless."

"A muggle should not be allowed to step foot into Hogwarts!"

Oh, headache, why must you appear now? Dumbledore raised his wand at the girl. If only she was magical, she would've done great for the greater good.

"I repeat, Miss. Connor, surrender the wand." Dumbledore said stepping around his desk. "Worry not. You will be home tomorrow morning with no memory of this. Everything will be just a dream."

The door to the classroom opened and Tumbleweed stepped in. He drew his wand immediately at the sight of two other wands.

"What's going on, Albus?" he asked. He was far enough away to direct his wand from one person to the next.

"Professor Tumbleweed." I greeted glancing at him from the corner of my eye. "I see you are part of this nonsense as well."

He ignored me and turned to Dumbledore.

"Albus, why do you have one of my Puffs at wandpoint? Headmaster Dippet will hear of this from me!" he said pointing his wand at the old man.

"There's have been a breach of security, Benjamin." he replied. "A Muggle have infiltrated Hogwarts."

"You surely don't mean Mariana." Tumbleweed gasped.

I hastily backed up until I can point my wand at the both of them. Annoyances they are.

"I assure you, professors, that I am not a muggle you suggest I am." I said gripping my wand. I can cast that stupid magic they want me to. I just need to make sure I don't overload the wand and break it. I would hate to get a new one. "I suggest we leave here without ever thinking about this instance again."

By this time, I could hear footsteps coming toward the classroom. I turned around toward Tumbleweed and slashed my wand toward the door behind him. The door snapped closed and locked. I turned toward Dumbledore again and smiled.

"Now that I believe we are truly alone, professors, I believe a memory charm is in order, correct?"

"Now Miss. Connor…"

I smirked at Dumbledore before drawing the smallest amount of chakra into the wand.

"I believe it's time to say adieu to your memories. Obilviate."