Thursday, August 14

Melody woke up groggily. The back of her head pounded painfully. She was lying on a lumpy mattress. Her hands were tied above her head to an iron headboard with swirl designs. She licked her lips and tasted blood. She looked around.

The room was old and dusty, there was a large chair in front of the fire place on the opposite wall. There were just a few glowing embers from the remainder of a fire and Melody felt the cold. There was a thin blanket covering her legs but it didn't help keep the cold at bay and she began to wish she hadn't let Ginny talk her into the black skirt. She began to shiver as the cold suddenly increased. She heard whispering and the creaking of the floorboards. A door opened somewhere above her head and she heard the swishing of robes.

"Well well well, the girl has awaken." A cold voice said moving towards her.

A tall man came into view. He loomed over her with a sneer on his face. A hood covered most of his head face in shadow but his eyes glowed unnaturally.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

The man frowned, "I've asked you the same. You see, you've messed up my plan of power."

Melody looked at him confused, "What are you talking about."

"You know the boy Harry Potter?"

Melody glared at him, "You must be Voldemort."

"Lord Voldemort." He corrected, "and yes I am he."

"Well what do you want? I haven't done anything to you." She paused. "Well nothing I remember."

Voldemort smiled a smile that sent a chill down her back.

"Ah, but you see you did. But of course you wouldn't remember. Time Travel affects teens critically. For you I wouldn't be surprised if you never remembered your past. Traveling so far into the future, and unwillingly at that. Traumatic to the brain it is."

Melody glared daggers at him, "What are you talking about?"

"Melody Curran? That what you are going by isn't it? Well Ms. Curran you are not of this time. I brought you forward in time in hopes of disrupting this time. Unfortunately, you were not who I thought you were. It seems instead of getting Rowena Ravenclaw, I took her niece. A pity, you seemed to have no affect on this time."

Melody's mind was spinning, I'm was supposed to be dead! Rowena Ravenclaw was a founder of Hogwarts!

Voldemort sighed, there was a lot banging sounds suddenly. "It seems the Ministry has come for you my dear. Until we meet again." With a pop he was gone.

Melody stared at where he had been. Why would he want Ro--Oh! She understood what was going on. But what was he going to do now?

A few moments latter a man burst into the room. He wore a dark blue robe, which was torn and burnt in various spots. He had dark hair with streaks of gray and he looked tierd.

"Ms. Curran?" he asked hurrying over to her and quickly untieing her.

She nodded sitting up.

"I'm Professor Lupin. Professor Dumbeldore from Hogwarts sent me. He thinks it would be a good idea if you came to Hogwarts right away."

Melody could only nodded, she suddenly felt very dizzy.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

His voice was kind and full of concern. Melody leaned into him and he wrapped an arm around her. "Try and stay conscious, we're going to apperate to Hogsmead and then take a carriage to Hogwarts."

Melody nodded into his shoulder. She felt safe and warm in his arms. The image of a man with dark hair and eyes like her own flashed through her mind, "Papa." She murmured.

The man muttered something and Melody suddenly felt wind beating on her back.

She lifted her head and looked around. They were in a town, but it was night. They stood in front of a shop called The Two Broomsticks, chatter and the clink of glasses floated out.

"Are you alright?" The man asked again.

She nodded still looking around curiously, "Who are you again?" she asked turning to look at him. He was old enough to be her father, and for some reason he looked familiar.

"Professor Lupin, I'll be your Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts."

She smiled at him, "Thank you."

He looked at her concerned, " Ms. Curran, are you alright? You're a bit pale."

She swayed slightly, " I'm fine, but my name isn't Curran."

He looked confused, "What-" he didn't finish her eyes fell closed and she went limp and he had to tighten his hold on her before he dropped her.

A carriage rolled up then and Lupin carefully laid her across one of the seats and sat opposite of her. She reminded him of his little girl, she would be about her age now. But her and her mother had disappeared shortly after his girls 3rd birthday. He sighed, What did she mean her name wasn't Curran?

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That night Mr. Weasly came home with the news that the Ministry found her for the most part unharmed, and she had safely made it to Hogwarts with Remus Lupin.

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