Disclaimer: I do not own any of these Charters they all belong to J.K Rowlings. Well Except for Stacey

AN: Ok this is my first ever fan fic so it probably won't be that good and since I can't spell for my life even with the use of a spell checker so you will probably be seeing many many Grammar errors. :0) let me know if you do. Enjoy. (The first few chapters are kinda short...but that's because we all want to get to the good part right..)

CH 1: The Little Leather book

"Oh hell mom, would have it been asking too much if you would have just kept this room clean?" Asked Stacey in a somewhat calm tone to herself.

Looking back she wondered why her mother was such a messy person. She never really bothered with organizing herself and now Stacey was stuck cleaning out her things for the attic. If you took one step within the room you truly would not be able to see the floor. Books, clothes, makeup and files were all thrown about the room. I swear you would have though a hurricane came through here. Though Stacey as she was picking up a dirty sock.

Stacey was a bright and lively 19yr old despite the fact that her mother had passed away a month ago from cancer. She lived in America with her father and made her living with teaching a karate class once a week. It wasn't a bad living but she often though how much better it would be with her mother around.

"Stacey!" called her dad "do you need any help up there?'

"NO dad I'm ok but I could sure use a map?" yelled Stacey

"Ha ha.I'd offer you one but it's probably in that disaster called your mother's room."

Gee I Figured as much...Though Stacey.

"Ok I'm going out to the store then to pick up some stuff. Don't get lost in that mess while I'm gone ok sweetheart?" said her dad.

"All right bye dad." Replied Stacey

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After 2 hours and half way through her job Stacey noticed a trunk that she had never seen before. It was beautiful and had her mother's initials on it. (SV) Stacey being as curious as she were walked over to the trunk at the foot of her mother's bed and swept off the junk that was piled on top of it. That's funny.wonder why I've never noticed this thing here before. Mom never did like anything old so what would she be doing with a scrungy thing like this. After about a minute or so she finally got it open but not before she managed to sprain her finger in the process and took a peek inside. Humm.what is all this stuff? A stick, some old looking clothes. Looks like mom got this stuff at the ressians festival. As she was about to close the trunk something caught her eye. It was a book, leather bound and small. Almost like a diary.

"What in the world is this thing?" she asked herself. Something told her that this wasn't an ordinary book. Something didn't feel right. She kept asking herself. What would mom be doing with a old leather bound book? The book was about the size of a small diary. On the cover in faded gold letters were the initials (S.V). In the end she gave a shrug and opened it. Panic rushed through her. She felt as if a Black hole were pulling her in and as quickly as it began it ended

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"What the hell was that?" she said softly as she stood up slowly and viewed her surrourandings. As she looked around all she could see was darkness with a bit of light peeking in from a door. It smelled of herbs and some other things she didn't care to find out. It took her a second to realize she was in a closet.

"Ok Stacey how the hell did you get your self in a closet. Lets see.. you opened your mothers book and."she was intureped by a loud and viscous voice.

"LONGBOTTOM!! YOU INCOMPENDENCE IS NOT ONLY PATHETIC, BUT NEVER CEISES TO AMAZE ME. THIS IS THE 4TH CAULDREN YOU MELTED THIS MONTH. 50 POINTS FROM GRIFFINDOR AND DETENTION WITH FILICH."

"Y..Yes Professor S...Snape" said a scared voice from the back of the room.

Panic and worry now rushed threw her along with questions rushing in here head.Where am I? Who the hell is that? Is he a teacher? Why do they all sound English? Did I just step back in time and.just then she realized that her cell phone went of. It was an odd ring it sounded like a tune between the nut cracker and a children's song. She was scared beyond belief. She knew that everyone heard that and that someone was in the closet. "Shit shit shit .oh no stupid phone why the hell did you have to go off now.oh great he's coming over here.I can hear him."

Snape could hear the strange and annoying sound coming from his potions closet. With all his students in one corner of the room he sneered to himself .This is the future generation that is suppose to defeat Voldomont? He drew his wand from his sleeve and cautiously made his way toward the closet door and was about to open it when it flew open and a very fearful Stacey came flying out the door knocking into Severus and falling backwards on the floor.

"Erm.uhhh.hello there Dracula you wouldn't mind showing me the door and letting me go would ya" Severus was to baffled to respond. Just as he was thinking of a good Hex to put on the stupid little girl who called him "Dracula" she suddenly tripped him with one clean kick and made a dash to the door.Ok almost there.just a little bit further and.

"I don't think so." Said the Tall black shoulder-haired man now standing in front of her blocking her Exit path.

"What.but.but you were on the floor over there how did you? That's impossible!"

"Glad to see you enjoyed my litt." before Severus could even finish Stacey ended up grabing his arm and flipping him over her shoulder and ran out the door as fast at her track sneakers would take her.