AN: You know the drill; I do not own anything related to Harry Potter. I just claim the Ocs and the Plot! The Fushigi Yugi references are also not mine, I just used them so people get the idea of what I mean: Be gentle this is my first really half way good Harry Potter Fic!

The Magic of A Book

A loud crack was heard throughout the surrounding area, a sickening sound, the kind that made you kind of sick to your stomach. She didn't know where she was, how she got there, or who the hell this guy was that grabbed at her.

"Who are you? What the hell do you think you are doing?" She yelled backing up and readying to hit the man again.

The man had stumbled back and was pinching his streaming nose, trying to stop the blood. "I could ask you the same question." He said, or at least he tried to say. He sounded very funny thru a pinched nose.

"I asked you first." The girl persisted, still standing ready to fight.

"That she did." Came a cool and collected voice from a dark corner. There was something eerie about this voice, very unsettling.

"My Lord?" The man with the injured nose gasped as the man in the corner stepped up, revealing something that didn't really look like a man at all.

"Oh my God!" The woman moaned in shock. "What the hell are you?" She backed up even further, backing into a wall.

The man-creature just smirked, if you would call the look it gave a smirk, at her with his arms gently crossed over one another. "So many questions. I fear you will have to wait for the answers until, of course, your others are answered." He looked to the man with the bleeding nose.

The woman stood there, half in shadow staring from one man to the other, still in shock. "This can not be happening, where the hell am I? Why does all of this seem so familiar to me?" She began to think to herself, trying to take in all of her surroundings.

The creature nodded at the man who released his nose and stepped forward. His greasy black hair hung limply in his face; his black robes billowed out behind him as he nodded his head curtly as he said. "I am Serverus Snape."

The woman stood there for a long moment taking it in, she gasped and fell over on her backside her legs kicked out like a wounded spider. "Who, Snape h-h-he." She stammered. "Then, I must be in. No not possible, but that is Snape and that must be Voldemort." She looked up at the men with her mouth hanging open.

"Now you must answer Serverus' question." Voldemort ordered with a sneer.

"My name is Nicole Murchison." She breathed as she scrambled to her feet; she wasn't about to let them see her like this. This was a dream, it had to be, and she couldn't be where she thought she was. Right?

"Ah, well I am the Dark Lord-" He was cut off by Nicole's raspy whisper.

"Voldemort." Her eyes were wide as she stared into the all so familiar red-slits she had imagined him having.

"You do not deserve to speak the Dark Lord's name!" Hissed Snape as he swiped at his nose with his wand to stop the bleeding.

"This is a dream, and in my dreams I say what happens!" She thought bravely to herself and she squared her shoulders and walked over to Snape her head held high. "I can do what I want. You use that tone on me again and I'll break your face to the point your wand will never make it right." She growled baring her teeth.

"How dare you!" Snape hissed pointing his wand at her chest.

She grabbed his wrist pushing her nail into the tendon at the base of his hand causing him to drop his wand. "I dare to do a lot, you greasy little bastard." She let go of his wrist and turned to look at Voldemort. He was smiling evilly at her his slit nostrils flared with excitement. "I don't know how I got here, but I want to go home!" She yelled in an almost calm tone.

"Well we don't know how you got here, so we can't send you home." Snape barked as he picked up his wand and rubbed the nail mark in his wrist.

Nicole clenched her fists and rounded on Snape. "I was NOT talking to you!" She yelled, she was scared now, she loved the Harry Potter stories but she never dreamed she would some how end up in one.

Snape raised his wand and bared his teeth in a look of pure loathing. "Cruic-" Just then a bright purple light surrounded Nicole and she was gone. "Where did she go?" Snape raged looking around everywhere.

Voldemort simply stood there smirking.

AN: What do you think? Good right? Short though, sorry.