Disclaimer: Well, as we all know, I don't own anything but the plot.
19-year-old Claire Redfield sat at her kitchen table eating her supper, her wand near her plate. Ever since she found out Voldemort had returned, she had wanted her wand near her at all times. She was in deep thought when she heard a knock at the door that made her jump.
"Claire, open up! It's Leon," said the rookie cop Leon said. He was also a wizard, but he was working as a muggle cop for the ministry. Claire ran to the door, unlocked it and opened the door.
"Leon, what's up?" the young witch asked.
"Look at what I found." He pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to Claire. "Careful not to touch it. I think it's a Dark Object."
"Where did you find this!" Claire shouted, looking carefully at the object.
"The latest criminal. It looked like your friend Mundungus," Leon said, laughing.
"For the last time, he's not my friend. I just had to work with him," the woman said with a serious face.
Claire looked at the object better. It looked like a mirror. She turned it over with the handkerchief. It had the Black's family crest on it. Claire recognized it right away.
"It's not a Dark Object. It's a Portkey to Hogwarts."
"How do you know that? It may be a trick," Leon replied.
"Leon, I know Sirius and Mundungus. This is the Black's family crest. I touched this on accident and I ended up in Hogwarts. I touched it again, and I ended up where I was before I touched it."
"Well.. Ok. What ever you say."
"Any thing on the Umbrella's latest operations?" Claire asked.
"Well, as anyone can tell, no."
"Ok, opps," Claire tripped and fell onto Leon and ended up touching the mirror. They both started to float, then fell. They were in Hogwarts.