A/N: Okay, my next fic is up! Before you start reading though, be warned. This is actually sort of a sequel to my previous story, The Necklace. So feel free to ask questions, but feel even more free to read The Necklace! I will provide a little bit of background here for you.

Sarah was a typical teen until an old woman gave her a necklace. The necklace consists of three pennies with shapes cut out: a heart, a star and footsteps (like from the poem footsteps). This strange necklace has opened her eyes and allowed her to make her own wishes come true. The only trouble is she only figures this out after she has been transported into the storyline of one of her favorite TV shows. Now she doesn't know how to get home, but she does know adventure is in store for her, wherever she ends up next.

Now, on with the story!

The Necklace: The Adventure Continues

Chapter 1: The Strange Arrival
By: Ks-Starshine

She descended surrounded by a brilliant white light. The light receded, revealing the sleeping girl, curled into a small ball next to a backpack that looked full to burst. At the sounds of whispers and gasps she awoke.

The girl was Sarah Wilkins. Over the past few months, she had grown quite used to sudden environment changes. Ever since she was given a magic necklace, she frequently traveled through different dimensions, meeting the characters out of some of her favorite books and TV shows. So when she opened her eyes, she was only slightly surprised to find she was no longer over looking the plains of prehistory. She was instead surrounded by walls of stone in a castle lit by candles and torches, many suspended in mid-air.

'Now, what story am I in this time?' she thought to herself.

If it were not for the clothing of those around her, she would have thought she was in a book about the middle ages. Seeing everyone in black cloaks and pointed hats, however, quickly helped establish exactly where she was. She was at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Her mouth gaped open as she looked around the sea of faces before her.

All the students stared at her. Sarah could only imagine how strange it must have been to see a muggle float through the ceiling and land in their dining hall. It was then that she realized the danger she was in. These were no ordinary people whose presence she was in, these were wizards! Even if most of those surrounding her were students and still learning, the teachers were definitely something to be wary about. She turned around to see all the staff standing with their wands pointed directly at her, Hagrid holding his dinner knife instead.

"Please don't!" she quickly shouted, raising her arms defensively. "I'm not an enemy. Please, just let me explain."

Some of the more timid teachers lowered their wands, but those she seemed sure were Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape and Moody, kept theirs poised and aimed.

"All students are to report immediately to their dormitories. Prefects shall be in charge for the time being," Dumbledore announced without taking an eye from Sarah. The rush for the door caused quite a commotion. Against her gut feeling to not remove her eyes from the teachers, she looked back at the students and her eyes instantly locked with the one boy she was sure she was sent here to meet. Harry Potter had not yet left his seat. She recognized him instantly for his wild black hair and emerald eyes hidden by round glasses. She felt as though she was under a spell, her gaze was so intense.

"Harry Potter," she whispered before she even knew what she was saying. He was slightly surprised she knew his name since she appeared to be a muggle. He leaned closer as if trying to decide if he did indeed know her from somewhere in the muggle world he grew up in.

However, taking advantage of the fact that her back was to him, Moody fired his wand "Stupify!" Sarah didn't hear him cast the spell; she only felt a sudden blackness that seemed to reach every inch of her body.

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Harry, Ron and Hermione were discussing Harry's wonderful performance in the last quidditch match against Ravenclaw over breakfast when the light first flashed. Silence instantly enveloped the dining hall as everyone watched the light descend slowly to the floor. It was only then that the light dissipated to reveal a rather attractive girl in muggle clothing about their age.

As she began to wake up, it was clear that she wasn't nearly as bewildered as they were as to how she had arrived in the Great Hall. She looked slightly intrigued and possibly even a bit frightened as she stared out at all the students. Then, as though she knew the teachers were preparing to attack, she suddenly turned toward them to plea innocence of any malice. Harry was glad the seats they had chosen that morning were close enough to hear her speak. How odd it was when he heard her speak with an American accent. How had she gotten here? As Hermione often pointed out, she couldn't have apparated.

He was still mulling over his thoughts when Dumbledore gave the orders to go to their dormitories. However, the rustle of the other students around him meant nothing as the girl suddenly turned and looked at him. He was used to people gawking at him and his scar because of his past, but this was different. He felt as though she was looking right into his soul. It was an eerie feeling that made him feel very awkward and yet he couldn't pry himself away. Then she said his name. How could she have known who he was if she was only a muggle? He knew she couldn't be a friend from his old school in Surrey, Dudley had always made sure he'd had none. He felt sure he didn't know her, yet somehow he got the distinct impression that she knew all about him. He leaned in closer trying to get a better look at her when Moody unexpectedly cast his spell and she fell stiffly to the floor, leaving Harry with a million questions and no answers.

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Sarah woke up in a different room surrounded by the school staff.

"You needn't think about escaping or attacking us," announced Dumbledore. "I have surrounded you with a magical shield that prohibits all magic from penetrating, at least from your side."

Her immediate thoughts flew to her backpack, which appeared to have been taken. Horror struck, her eyes flew into a panicked search of the room, locating it in a far corner. She knew she must get it back before they found the books, most importantly, the book about them. "My bag?" she stammered. "Please, I need my bag!"

"Why, what's in it? Something to curse us with?" snapped Snape in a particularly malicious manner.

"Professor, I assure you I mean you no harm. I am on your side," Sarah replied.

"Liar!" roared Snape. "You are here to aide 'He-who-shall-not-be-named' aren't you!"

"Please, let me explain," cried Sarah. "First, can I have my bag, please? I promise it holds no weapons or magical implements, but if you want to know how I got here and truly understand who I am, I will need to show you something from my bag."

Dumbledore searched her eyes, finding only sincerity. "Relinquish the parcel, Minerva."

"Headmaster," began Professor McGonagall, "are you sure that is wise?"

"Professor Moody has looked over the bag and found nothing of danger to us."

Sarah's eyes shot over to Mad-Eye Moody. "You looked through my things?" she squeaked.

"None of us were able to break through the spell you had on it. However," replied Moody, "this eye of mine can see through even the most powerful magical devices."

"Why are you so concerned?" Snape asked with suspicion evident. "If you were going to show us the contents anyway, what difference does it make?"

"It's just that I want to explain them first. I don't think you would understand otherwise." Sarah's bag was levitated through the invisible barrier that surrounded her. "Thank you. First of all, let me say that I cannot tell you exactly how this happened. Let me just start by telling you that over the past few months I have been traveling through many different dimensions."

"So you are a wizard," hissed Snape.

"I don't know. I mean, I don't think so. I've never been called one anywhere else I've been. The thing is, I don't really travel to different places and times. As strange as it sounds, I actually travel mostly through the literary world." Sarah waited for their reactions.

"How preposterous!" Professor McGonagall said, obviously shocked Sarah could have made such an insinuation.

"So what are you saying? Are you trying to tell us that we are characters in some storybook?" asked Dumbledore.

"That's what I wanted to show you. But before I do, I must ask that you keep this secret. If the knowledge gets too widespread, it could be catastrophic."

After getting nods of agreement from all the staff, Sarah unzipped the backpack, which spilled over with books. After a short period during which she searched through the pile, she pulled out her copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. They stared at it in shock.

"It's obviously a muggle book," observed Moody. "Look at the cover! No movement."

"How did you get such a book?" "Does this mean all the muggles are finding out about wizards?" Questions were thrown at Sarah until she thought her head would explode.

"Please!" she yelled over the din. "I've already told you what happens. That's all I know. If you don't believe me, I will consent to taking your truth serum Professor Snape. I'm not from this world. I am not here to hurt any of you. There's nothing more I can tell you." She gazed around the room, not sure the type of response she would receive from such an outburst. Professor Dumbledore spoke up first.

"Child," he began with a gentle voice and sympathy in his eyes. "As much as we might wish to believe you, it really isn't out place to decide your fate. This is something best left to the Ministry of Magic. Unfortunately, I happen to know they're all tied up in Uzbekistan right now soothing over some magical disaster. Until they can spare someone to decide what to do with you, you shall have to remain confined. I shall construct a small room near the gamekeeper's cottage. There will be magical protection preventing both your escape and any magic, dark or otherwise, from coming through to the outside, much like what contains you now."

Sarah's face fell. They didn't believe her. This was one place she thought for sure she would be understood. She looked into Dumbledore's eyes and saw pity there. He wanted to understand, but even she had to admit her story sounded a little far-fetched. Still. . . "Thank you, anyway," she choked out.

"I must consider the safety of my students first. I will have meals brought out to you and Hagrid will be nearby if there is any trouble." Said the Headmaster in a comforting tone.

"Indeed," growled Snape. "We'll all be keeping our eyes on you."

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