Greetings readers. I've finally decided to get my 'arse in gear' as Tasha so lovingly put it, and write the second chapter. Hope you find it marginally satisfactory. Reviews, remarks, comments, suggestions, insults, flames, criticisms and observations all accepted with glee. Tatty bye for now. Sianum

Disclaimer: If I owned it, I really doubt I would be writing fanfiction about it. It all belongs to Joanne Rowling the millionaire.

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In the last chapter…

She couldn't see, everything was mingling into a mass of bright colours, noises whirled through her brain and she felt her hands begin to slip…she couldn't hold on. She wasn't strong enough…she was slipping, falling…no longer could she feel Harry's hand in hers…she was lost in time. Alone.

Chapter Two

A deep stupor dulled her senses. Her body cried out in agony as she lay in a twisted mass of decaying leaves and barbed thorns that gnawed against her exposed skin. Controlled breathing cautiously brought her back to semi-consciousness, causing her body to shiver uncontrollably. Gingerly, she opened her weary eyes but was met with the sight of tall looming trees that dominated her line of vision.

"This cannot of happened, this is all wrong! Where are Harry and Ron? Where am I? Am I safe?"

Anxious questions exploded in the corners of her mind producing a agonising ache between her eyes. The wind murmured through the impervious trees, catching stray leaves between its fingers and playing with them. Gently, she lifted her hand to her head to soothingly rub her temple where a fresh bout of pain had inflicted itself. As she pushed her self up conscientiously with her now grated elbows, she snapped her head in the direction of inconspicuous rustle on her left. She flicked her wand out and pointed its tip steadily at the area now under her scrutiny.

"Wh…Who's there?"

She commanded, straining her voice to add as much confidence as she could inject. When no reply came, she suspiciously lowered her wand but kept it firmly grasped in her hand. Slowly she rose from the ground, brushing off any remaining leaves and thorns that had attached themselves to her clothing. She moved with as much stealth as one could on unsteady feet. Keeping to the shadows was not hard, the voluminous trees and lush vegetation shrouded her in darkness but were not so eager to give her a clear path. She dared not risk using any magic in her new unknown territory, the possibility that it could be traced was to high.

Stumbling through the vegetation, she quickly found her self at the edge of the forest, facing Hogwarts in all its glory…20 years ago. Beaming stars littered the night sky and the weeping moon was hidden behind a cloak of wispy grey clouds. Instantly recognising Hagrid's hut, she ran over to the rickety wooden door and rasped her knuckles three times against it.

"Who's there?"

Came Hagrid's hoarse reply. He opened the door and peered out. He was faced with a unfamiliar girl with a worried look evident in her eyes. He was sure he hadn't seen her before, he would of recognised her is she were a student. She controlled her erratic breathing and blurted out

"Please, tell me what year it is."