Chapter 25

After I knocked, I didn't have to wait long. The door swung open. Standing in the doorway was the woman I had stayed with almost every weekend when I was growing up. The woman who loved me no matter what I did. The woman who died when I was thirteen. And she had no idea who I was.

I tried to keep my face blank. My emotions were whirling around in side me. I knew I would see her. I knew if I knocked on the door, either her or my grandfather would answer. But I didn't realize it would be this hard. Seeing her face. I wanted to run into her arms and receive a hug like the ones I got when I was growing up. But I just stood there. I had to.

She smiled warmly at me and I did the same back. "I saw your sign in the window and I was wondering how much you were charging for a room." I tried to keep my voice steady as I talked.

"Just ten pounds." My grandmother said kindly. Ten pounds! That's nothing. I can't let my grandmother make me rip her off. I knew it was because I was young but she deserved more money.

"I can't possibly except that!" I exclaimed. "It has-"

"Five then." She interrupted.

"No, no, no. You misunderstand me." I told her. "I can not possibly pay such a kind lady so little. How about fifty pounds a night?" She looked utterly stunned.

"I can't let you pay that much." She argued.

"I insist! I can easily pay it." I persuaded. She reluctantly nodded and let me inside with a confused look on her face.

The lounge was exactly how I remembered it. The pale blue couches. The clear cream walls. The whole room had a relaxing feel to it. My heart skipped a beat as I caught site of my favorite little arm chair. I used to sit and read for hours in that chair. It was my favorite reading spot in the entire house.

She lead me up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms. It was the one I used to stay in when I came over. Or the one I will stay in when I come over once I've actually been born. Time travel is confusing! Anyway, it has flowery wall paper that matches the bed spread. There is a little bed side table and a vanity and mirror.

"The bathroom is right across the hall." She told me. I nodded and she continued. "Breakfast is served from eight to nine. If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask." She then, left me alone in the room.

I sat on the bed and sighed to myself. That was so strange. This completely confirms my theory. I'm not in a story. I'm in the past. One thing I don't get is, if I am a witch, how come I wasn't sent I Hogwarts letter when I turned eleven? What happened that prevented muggle borns from going to Hogwarts? I need to find out but I don't see how I can. I can't go back to the future and ask someone.

I decided that first I needed to think of all possibilities. I decided to make a list. They always helped me organize my thoughts. I've done it ever since I was little. When ever I was planning something, brainstorming or had things to do, I would make a list. My little brother used to joke that I should become someone who writes inventories for a living because then I could make lots of very long lists. The list said:

Why muggle borns can't go to Hogwarts in the future.

Ministry could be taken over by former death eaters. (I decided that this was unlikely because they probably would have tried to enslave muggles. They also would probably kill all muggle borns for 'stealing magic'.)

A death eater could have cast a curse that meant muggle borns were no longer safe at Hogwarts. (If that was true, it would be very complicated magic. It would be kind of like what Voldemort did to the Defense Against the Dark Arts position. However, they could have built a new school for muggle borns. It would have to be something bigger than just cursing Hogwarts.)

A curse that stopped muggle borns from being born. (That could happen. Maybe then Hogwarts only took students from wizarding families because they didn't know there were any muggle borns. Then how was I born? I suppose because my great grandma was a squib, I'm not totally a muggle born. This idea seems the most plausible so far.)

The wizarding world became completely stupid and stopped letting muggle borns in. (The problem with this theory is the Potters, the Weasleys, the Longbottoms and probably others, would never let this happen. That was what the war was about after all.)

There was a third war and everyone died. (It's not a nice idea but it's a possible occurrence. There probably weren't enough death eaters left to do the light side too much damage though.)

I decided I would consult Ravenclaw library when I got back to school. I needed to see if curses of the magnitude I described were possible before I jumped to conclusions. I folded the list and put it safely in my pocket.

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I stayed at my grandmothers for five days. I decided that it would be too painful to see my parents now. Maybe in the future. But that didn't mean I could spend some time with my grandparents again. I talked to them a lot in those five days. I came up with a kind-of-plan for how I was going to destroy the prophesy. It wasn't very good but I had to try. Besides, I'm pretty sure Dumbledore would back me up if I got caught because he would know, since I was from the future, I knew what I was doing.

My plan was to go through the visitors entrance and demand to see the prophesy that was about me. There isn't one but hopefully the person I talk to won't know that. There are supposed to be thousands of prophesies in there. They couldn't possibly keep track of all of them. If they did, I would insist there had been a mistake and that I was sure it was there.

If that didn't work I could always try and learnt the disillusionment charm and break in. I wanted to see if I could do it the easy way first though. There is no need to do things in a complicated way before you fail at the simple ones.

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I went to the ministry as soon as I bid good bye to my grandparents. They gave me food for my journey which, to their annoyance, I insisted on paying for. I soon found the phone box that I needed to use. I stepped inside and put some muggle money in it. It sensed that I was a witch and started sinking to the ground.

I found myself in a large room. There were lots of fire places lining the walls. Obviously, I was in the entrance hall way. There was a big counter near the front with several people behind it and a line snaking towards them. I quickly joined the line and waited.

When I got to the front of the line, I found myself facing a plump woman with light brown, shoulder length hair. "How may I help you?" She asked in a bored mono-tone.

"I would like to see the prophesy concerning me." I said. I managed to keep my voice smooth but the ministry kind of creeped me out.

"Name?" She asked with a little more interest.

"Joanne Rogers." I told her. She pulled out several ling scrolls and started scanning them. They all had 'R's on the back. Oh no! It looks like they keep track of all the prophesies in alphabetical order. I decided I would say mine is one of the unnamed ones. To my surprise, she smiled at me.

"Yes, your prophesy is isle one hundred and forty two." I almost fainted in shock. I actually had a prophesy! She then turned to a man to the left of the counter. "Show this girl to the department of mysteries, prophesy room, you know what to do." The guy nodded at me to follow him and I walked behind him as he led me through the ministry.

Why the hell was my name on the list?! I can't have a prophesy! I just can't! can I? The man stopped in front of a big black door. He pulled it open and gestured for me to go inside. I stepped in and he closed the door behind me. I looked around. Prophesies covered the large room. Shelves and shelves of them. I can't believe they gave me privacy. I walked down the main isle until I came to Harry's prophesy. I fired a small reducto at it and it burst into dust.

That's that done. I continued waling until I came to the isle that was labeled 142. I walked down it until I came to a ball with the label Joanne Rogers. I really have a prophesy. Why do I have a prophesy. I reached over and picked it up.

Professor Trelawney's face made itself clear through the smoke. She started to speak in a horribly deep and raspy voice.

Help shall come...The-boy-who-lived shall defeat the dark lord...But the losses will be far to great...Many dead and no muggle born shall ever walk this world again...The child of the raven and the badger shall be summoned from a different time...She can prevent the disaster with her knowledge, kindness, cunning, and bravery...But there will be a curse ...unintentionally made by the old man who meddles...She will face troubles no normal witch could face...Help shall come.

That is...wow. So I was right. Muggle borns can't be born in the future. Some one must have cursed them. But who? 'old man who meddles' can only be one person. I was summoned to this time by Albus effing Dumbledore. He must have heard the prophesy and done a ritual to pull me from my time. He put a curse on me by accident. When I get back to school Albus Dumbledore is going to get an earful!

I put the prophesy in my pocket so that I could look at it later and walked back down the main isle. The man was waiting for me on the other side of the door. He led me back to the entrance. I went back through the visitors entrance.

I decided I would stay in the leaky cauldron so I flooed to Diagon Alley and walked there. I got room seven. Once I was in the privacy of my room, I pulled out my wand and checked the date. Harry would be here in a few days.

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Islanderjen: I was going to wait till my next update to reply but I HAD to do it now. You brought up some good points. I actually did some research on Fiendfyre. It says on Harry Potter Wiki that there is a spell to cease the flames but Goyle was too stupid to learn it. That is why she was able to stop the flames I didn't make the spell up. It also says that it is easy to cast the flames but almost impossible to control. She wasn't really controlling it though. She cast a strong shield charm to isolate it. Then there is the fact that while she is 12, she is no ordinary twelve year old. She is exceptionally powerful because she has the blood of TWO founders in her. Thanks for the heads up about Kreacher's name. She was able to keep the torch while crossing the monkey bars because it is charmed to not burn anything else around it. And yes, she did have it in her mouth. With the prophesy. It says in the book that only Harry or Voldemort can pick it up but it doesn't say only they can destroy it. It makes sense that it would be possibly to destroy prophesies because if one was dangerous and only the person that it was about could destroy it, it could be very bad. Also the ministry likes to have some kind of power over everything so nothing there could be truly completely restricted to all but one or two people. I like your suggestion for third year. I might use that. Not sure yet though. I loved your review because it really showed how much you were paying attention to my story. I really appreciate your review.

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