I thought it would be kind of cool to write poems for the beginning of every chapter. One that sort of relates to the chapter, you know? This one really doesn't and I'll always write the poem in italics so you can skip it if you want with out searching for the beginning of the actual chapter. Yes, this is my own poem I wrote myself. It's the first one i've ever really written, so, here goes nothing…

Why is life so hard?

Won't someone help?

It never made sense

Bad things upon the Good

Good upon the Bad

But I'm neither

Where am I go fit?

One single slip to fix my fate

A single move for my Judgement Day

There was a horrible falling sensation in the pit of her stomach as she plunged through the darkness. All of a sudden she fell. Her insides freeze and the plummeting feeling ceased. She fell on her back right back to the exact place she had been knelling at before the bowl hade sucked her in.

"Well," she said to herself, "that was…pointless." She got to her feet and noticed that there was no bowl there anymore. In fact nothing was there that had been there before she'd left. The only thing that seemed different was the blood dripping from her arm. Strange. I don't remember getting that. It must've been from the shelf and all that glass.

Sam then noticed something very strange about the before seemly ordinary cut, bordering on a gash, and the dripping blood. In the right light on the flesh of her arm poured a disturbingly vivid red liquid. Upon the floor small drops of what appeared to be almost normal blood, but upon closer inspection was more and inky substance; a grotesque mimic of human blood. Slightly fazed she exited the room, not noticing, or possibly refusing to aknowledge the frightening substance dripping on the cold, hard floor. I should definitely see Dumbledore about this one… She thought while wiping away the blood with a sleeve that turned a hideous shade of black before returning to its red hue.

"Password?" queried one of the gargoyles blocking Sam's path to Dumbledore.

"Umm…I know this….Oh yeah! Dumbledore is in love with those horrid candies. What were they again? Hmm…Coated…Fly…Creams? Uh…how about Coach Roach Clusters? Bertie Bot's Every Flavor Beans?"

The gargoyles slide aside. Sam ascended the stairs to Professor Dumbledore's office.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir! Canyouhelpme?Ireallydunnowhattodoifellthroughthisbowlandthennothinghappened,buththenSOMETHINGhappenedandnowidunnowhattodo!" she took a deep breath after bursting everything out without inhaling.

Dumbledore smiled.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I've had the pleasure. I am Albus Dumbledore, and you are?"

Sam gasped, "Y-you don't r-r-remember me?" nice job Sam. Just keep on stuttering. She sighed Well, I really didn't expect him to not know me I guess…I mean not to be… prat...-ish, but I AM The-Girl-Who-Lived. "I-i-it's m-m-me! Sa-Sam? Err…umm…S-Samantha? Umm…Black" wow, is it possible to be this…freaked-out?

"I'm sorry. I am familiar with a Sirius Black," he said with and annoyingly calm smile, "He's one of our incredibly bright, though quite troublesome, 5th years."

At this Sam gasped, "How!" she demanded, "How can he be here! He's away in Azkaban I went to see him myself when I was younger!" she screamed, fear ebbing into her. I traveled back in time! Oh my God! I'm stuck here! With my father? And my uncle James? And…my mother?

An unbelievably high-pitched scream escaped Sam's mouth, "AH, AHHHH….AHHHHHHHHHH!"

There was the old twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes

"I take it he's family?"

You're damnstraight he's family! "Umm… sort of? Well…Mr. Dumbledore…sir. I know you won't believe me when I say this, but I am from the future, and he's kind of my…dad…"

"I see…"

"What?"

"I understand. You're not from this time."

"No, no I mean I expected something like 'you're crazy! Chuck her in the madhouse!' or something to that effect."

"No, I believe you. Magic does work in magical ways after all. Now how did you come here?"

"Well, sir. It's a long story…"

She told him all about her first few days of third year at Hogwarts and how she came to be in this time.

"Well," he said when she was finished, "It's obvious that you share some relation to Miss. Elizabeth Potter? And, as you made quite clear, Mr. Sirius Black?"

"Yeah…"

"Hmm…so what is your full name?"

"Are you sure you want the whole thing?"

"Yes." No, you don't, She thought bitterly, but began to start off her name.

"It's Samantha Elizabeth Juliet Black-Potter-Smith-Song-Grants-Adams-Johnson-McConner-Farr-Tompson-Hayden-Jordan, but most people call me Sam (for my first name), Jewels (for Juliet), Black, Lizzy (for Elizabeth), or just Jordan. So…I think that's my full name…"

"Quite a mouthful," he chuckled, "Well, you can't use the last name Black because you do look quite like your father, something will have to be done about the resemblance of course, but I believe you will not have to lie at all about your name. You name will simply be Miss. Samantha Juliet Jordan. By the way, you have so many last names because?"

"Well, I've been adopted a bunch of times and every time the people only add their last name to my already huge title, and now I'm stuck with the longest name, like, ever! But the Sam Jewel Ads. works for me. So…about my books?"

"Here you are," he flicked his wrist and several large books appeared.

"Umm…how should I repay you?"

"I'm sure you can come up with something for me in the future…"

"Sure thing. Thanks a lot Professor!" she said over her shoulder. Her knees slightly bent because of the weight of the books.

"By the way, Miss. Jordan, what is on you forehead?"

"It's a scar…from a curse."

"Must've been a dark one…" He said with the all-knowing twinkle in his eyes yet again.

"Yeah…It was."