Just so you know, the beginning is slightly altered from the book. Nothing big.

Hogwarts

Valisa POV

It felt like I was flying through the air, which was strange as I had been falling just second before. The purple light was all I could see, and I could feel myself tossing and turning.

Was this death? It couldn't be, as I still felt this pain in my chest. Though it was not as excruciating as it had been, just a dull throbbing proved I could not be dead.

Perhaps this was hell? No, it seemed to pleasant for that, even if the constant spinning made me feel sick. The Sacred Realm? But wouldn't that have been the white light? I knew I wasn't in heaven. That possibility was laughable. There was more chance of me willingly dressing in a cuckoo suit, rebuilding Hyrule Castle by myself, apologizing to every citizen and marrying Prince Zeld.

In other words; not a chance.

Before I could come up with any other possibilities I felt myself falling again, but it almost felt like when I was teleporting rather than from a great height.

Lightning. For some reason, that word entered my head, as if I hadn't thought it. It was such a strange sensation, like I was being pulled in a whole manner of directions yet compressed at the same time, though it was not painful.

I steadily came to a stop, but didn't dare open my eyes. I wasn't even sure if I was able to. Then, as if from a distance I began to hear noises again, getting louder and louder. A slight feminine scream that irritated my sharp hearing, and softer gasps.

Grasping that there were human beings present I tested my limbs that I had previously been unable to feel nor move. First, I twitched my fingers, then toes, bending my knee and elbow slightly. Finally deeming myself in control I pushed my arms against the ground, moving my legs underneath me and using them to climb to my feet with a quiet groan. My limbs felt as if they were being dragged down by weights, but I found it got easier after a few moments.

I blinked a few times, trying to clear my vision, but all I could see were faintly coloured blobs nearby. I looked down, discovering the reason, I guessed, for many of the gasps.

Sticking out of my chest was the Picori Blade, reflecting the candlelight above my head. Strangely enough it did not hurt like it should or had, instead caused more of an...irritating sensation. I wanted to remove it.

Grasping the hilt with both hands I gave it a gently tug, surprised when it slid easily out, causing no more pain. It clattered to the stone floor, the sound echoing around the room, still drenched in my red blood. I was even more surprised when the pain not only stopped but the cut that was visible through the small hole in my tunic began to patch together, emitting a soft purple glow.

Incredibly strange. I had never been any good at healing spells and I hadn't even done anything to cast it.

My vision was clearer now and I looked up. The room I was in was most definitely odd, circular in shape with many bookcases lining the walls. There were also several strange trinkets that I didn't even bother trying to figure out and an ornamentally carved desk in the centre of the room a few feet in front of me. At least a hundred portraits of relatively old men and women hung on the walls around the roomI knew the door was to my back, and nervously watched the other people in the room.

The man closest to me was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long pale grey robes, a pointed hat, and heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light and seemed to sparkle behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. He smiled warmly at me which I returned with a cold and confused look.

Next to him was a women, dressed in similar attire of an emerald green colour, younger than the man. She was rather severe-looking wearing square glasses and her black hair up in a high bun as far as I could see, as a round pointed hat covered her head. Green eyes betrayed her shock, hinting concern. I almost scoffed; I hated it when I was pitied by others. Let them care about their own problems, especially once I'm through with them.

An odd looking man stood further behind than the rest, watching me with curiosity. He couldn't have been more than half my height but at least three times my age, wearing black and white suit-like clothing with additional robes. He wore glasses like the other two, but of a paler colour making them less noticeable.

A woman was beside him, dressed in dirty brown robes of someone who spent a lot of time in a garden or with plants. She seemed about the same age as the first woman, with short, curly grey hair and brown eyes. A round face showed surprise and a little...fear, was it? That managed to please me to no end.

The last man was to my right, almost behind me, so I presumed he was blocking the exit door. He was the most unpleasant in appearances, to say the least. He had black, nearly shoulder-length greasy hairy and a hooked nose, glaring at me with eyes so dark they looked black.

I made my observations in only a few seconds before slipping into a defensive stance, holding my hands up ready to perhaps charge a lightning bolt or simply a shield. I had no idea who these people were or where I was, and I knew not to trust anyone except myself.

"Who are you?" I asked the most obvious question first, keeping the panic at bay. Usually I wouldn't hesitate to kill or turn them to stone but my curiosity got the better of me. Besides, I had no idea where I was or what I was doing here. "Where am I?"

"You may call me Professor Dumbledore." The oldest man said, taking a step closer. I held my ground. Professor? Was this a school? "We can discuss your whereabouts-"

"Tell me now." I growled, already gathering a blast of wind in my hands in threat.

The other adults each raised a stick simultaneously and pointed it at me, and I had to keep myself from gasping in shock. I could feel the power radiating from these pieces of wood and instantly knew; wands. These were wizards and witches just as I had read about when I was younger before loosing interest to favour...darker subjects. I could also feel the power in these people but it concentrated on the wands.

Dumbledore chuckled quietly, seemingly unfazed by my hostility, "Please, lower your wands. Imagine how you would feel in her situation; completely unfamiliar with your surroundings and people around you."

Reluctantly they did as he said, keeping the wands by their sides. I didn't move though, but let the wind dissipate partially since they meant me no harm for now.

"My dear, let us introduce ourselves first." I nodded in reply, ever so slightly curious though it should be deemed inferior.

The emerald garbed woman spoke first, "I am Professor McGonagall."

"Professor Flitwick." The small man made a short bow.

"Professor Sprout. It is nice to meet you." she smiled cheerily, which I did not return.

"And this is Professor Snape." Dumbledore spoke for Snape, who didn't speak when the introductions came to him, "If I may ask, what is your name?"

I paused, wondering if I should tell these people. They couldn't live anywhere in Hyrule, those there all knew my name, or the near countries of Holodrum and Termina. It seemed to complicated for Hell, and they hadn't inflicted any pain on me. Which left one assumption...could I be in another world entirely?

"My name is Valisa." I finally answered, seeing no harm in it. Yes, there was power in names, but not here, not for me. That is, for now.

"Valisa," Dumbledore chuckled, "'Wild one', interesting name." I chose not to comment. "I welcome you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As to why you are here," he sighed, "This may take a while to explain, do take a seat."

He gestured to the plain wooden chair in front of the desk and moved to sit behind the desk in another, grander chair. I hesitantly sat down, warily watching the four wizards and witches. Snape remained at the door, scowling at me, whilst McGonagall moved to stand beside Dumbledore, the other two staying where they were. Knowledge was crucial, and if this man could give it me, I would listen.

"You see, thirteen years ago, a wizard named Lord Voldemort," the four professors winced at the name, though it did not sound particularly threatening to me, "attempted to take over the wizard world, our world. He was ruthless, killing hundreds of innocents and muggles- people without magic. He wanted power, and nothing could stop him, using terribly dark magic and other methods to achieve his goal." Strange, this Voldemort sounded eerily like myself, at least after the attack on Hyrule Castle. Though I wouldn't say I killed hundreds of innocents. At least, not personally. "However, he was defeated by a boy, Harry Potter, whom was no older than a year after a Killing Curse rebounded on him. He is not dead, that I am sure of, and has recently been gaining more power. I found out through a rather shrewd source that he was attempting to summon a girl with extreme power from an entirely different world. You." Dumbledore seemed to pierce me with his bright blue eyes as I digested this information. "I managed to create a spell that would alert me to when he tried to summon you, in turn activating another spell to bring you here. I apologize for any...inconveniences."

I had to laugh at that, "I was about to be sealed in the Sacred Realm for the rest of eternity. I'd say you had impeccable timing, considering that is worse than death. Now," I crossed my arms, leaning back in the chair, "What exactly do you want from me?"

Dumbledore sighed again, "You must understand, I cannot allow you to join Lord Voldemort. He would be almost unstoppable once he returns. At the time being he is still in a weakened state, the magic he used to try to summon you will have weakened him further. I have a vague understanding of your past, and the fact that you are..."

"A villain?" I supplied the word for him, enjoying the nervous looks McGonagall and Flitwick were giving me. "Just because I am a villain, does not mean I wish to join this man. I despise working under people, especially when their goals do not benefit me as far as I can see."

"I'm glad to hear that." Dumbledore smiled. I raised an eyebrow. "I mean, the part about you not wishing to join him. However, that doesn't mean he will not attempt to force you into joining him, through the Unforgivable curses as I doubt he could blackmail you."

Unforgivable curses, Unforgivable curses...yes! I remember. They were mentioned in a book I found in the restricted section. The...Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Killing Curse. I shivered slightly, but assured myself I would at least be able to withstand the first two. Ezla had taught me some technique in blocking others from my mind, creating a block that not only helped you resist but could if the need rose dull your senses that recepted pain. Ever since...

-Flashback-

Valisa skipped slightly as she made her way through the tall stalks near her home, holding a basket in one hand. No older than nine she beamed happily at accomplishing her task Ezla had given her.

"I need a slice of a certain root, called the Herba Sanando. It is located not too far away in the Minish woods, and is a vivid blue colour so it shouldn't be too hard to find." Ezla said, watching the girl with beady eyes as Valisa quickly wrote down her instructions.

At first Valisa had been worried Ezla had pulled the same trick as when she first came to live with her, but after a few hours of searching she found the root and was now almost home. The familiar landscape was in sight when she suddenly heard a strange voice in her head.

"You are powerful, yes. But not ready." It was a deep, low sound, and clearly male. Valisa panicked, searching for who was talking before realizing there wasn't anyone there.

"W-who are you?" she stuttered.

"Me?" The voice laughed cruelly, "I am Ganondorf! And soon you will spend your pathetic life and power serving me!"

"No!" Valisa protested, beginning to run towards her village.

Then she froze, strangely unable to move a single limb. Tears began to fall down her cheeks as she dropped the basket from her limp fingers, the mysterious man forcing her to stand straight and take a step back from the village. She kept struggling, no matter how futile the effort was.

"Ha! You dare defy me? You will pay!"

Valisa screamed as she felt the scorching pain flow through her body, every muscle, every cell feeling as if it was being stabbed with a thousand knives, being burnt by red hot fire and acid pouring on the wounds at the same time. She begged the voice to stop, but all he did was laugh.

The pain grew too much and she blacked out, seeing vaguely in the distance a figure running towards her...

-Flashback end-

After that incident Ezla had found me and took it upon herself to teach me how to defend my mind and create a shield inside my body. I was fairly good at it now, but did not particularly want to face this Voldemort any time soon. Thinking closer he sounded more like Ganondorf, who had invaded my mind a couple of times after that but did not succeed in possessing me like he had.

"Ahem?"

I realized I had been staring off into space, with Dumbledore watching me in amusement. But it wasn't an unkind amusement, more of a curious one. I shook my head to clear it; I shouldn't be thinking of Ezla, she just stood by as Lina basically killed me. To think I once thought of her as a mother. "What do you propose I do, then?"

Dumbledore looked pleased that I was at least co-operating with him. I wonder if he expected me to just blow up the school. That actually sounded quite enjoyable when I thought about it, maybe I could try later, but nothing too destructive, if I got bored.

"I do have an idea." I nodded for him to continue, "Hogwarts is one of the safest places left in the world from Voldemort, you should be able to blend in with the students."

"'Blend in'?" I was hardly ordinary looking, even by their standards. Long purple hair, pale sking with a violet tint and bright, blood red eyes was unheard of amongst the Minish. These traits were what first made me an outcast. "For one thing, my magic is entirely different to those of wizards and witches, for example I do not use a wand or words."

"So you know about wizards and witches?"

I shrugged, "I like to read, and there was quite a lot of information on them in the library in my village."

"Hmm. We could possibly get you a wand in Diagon Alley, and it should simply be a matter of channelling your magic through it." Dumbledore stood and began to pace back and forth as he spoke. "Over the next few weeks several of the teachers here at Hogwarts will tutor you, so you will have a better idea of how to handle your classes, though I do not doubt you in the slightest." his eyes twinkled slightly before he asked, "How old are you?"

"Thirteen." Well, that was my guess. At the orphanage they didn't celebrate birthdays and I never found out when it was, but when Ezla adopted me we celebrated that day as if it were my birthday; April sixth.

"So young..." he muttered sadly, so quiet I could barely hear him. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what he meant, but didn't say anything. "Well, you will be able to join the third years then. School does not start for a couple of weeks, which will give you time to buy your uniform, books and other equipment."

"'Buy'?" I reached under my cloak into my pocket, pulling out my small purse. Ezla had enchanted it to be bottomless, even if I hated her I chose not to throw it away for its usefulness. I took out a red rupee, not sure if that was the currency here or not.

McGonagall gasped, pointing at the rupee, "Is that a ruby?"

"Yes." I replied, confused by her reaction, "But its not worth much." In fact, it could barely pay for a cheap wooden shield.

Dumbledore laughed, "Here, rubies and any other jewels like that are worth a lot of money. I'm sure you will be able to exchange it at Gringotts- the wizarding bank. Severus?" Snape took a few steps forward, "Please accompany Miss Valisa to Diagon Alley."

Snape looked as though he was going to protest, but nodded his head grimly. I let out a large yawn, surprised when I suddenly felt tired.

"Ah, it is getting rather late. You will be sorted into a house with the First Years, if you don't mind."

"Sorted?" What did that mean?

"Oh yes, I must have forgotten. There are four houses; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Professor McGonagall is head of Gryffindor, Professor Sprout of Hufflepuff, Professor Flitwick of Ravenclaw and Professor Snape of Slytherin. I am the Headmaster of this school," Dumbledore added, "and I hope you enjoy your time here. Until you are sorted, you may sleep in the Gryffindor dormitories."

I nodded and stood up, following McGonagall out of the door, and down a set of winding stairs which sealed up as soon as we reached the bottom. She led me through a series of hallways, keeping a few steps in front of me. I learned it was a castle by its structure, similar to Hyrule Castle in some aspects though Hyrule's had been brighter before I destroyed most of it. I hope it was beyond repair or at least would take a long time. Most of the throne room and any other precious room, such as the bedroom, had been burned down. In fact, I think the only thing I left intact was the library, and quite a few of those books were inside my purse.

The paintings here were particularly interesting. I was surprised to find that they not only moved but spoke, a few greeting me as I walked past. The suits of armour were also animated, and as I walked up several sets of staircases they moved, causing me to jolt and clutch the rail so I didn't fall.

Eventually we arrived, and I curiously watched as McGonagall conversed with the painting there. It was of a rather fat women holding a glass, which swung open to reveal a hole.

The interior was very...red. Not my favourite colour, but it had a grand touch all the same. There were several chairs and sofas scattered around the room and near a roaring fireplace, and a small gold chandelier hung from the ceiling. The walls, chairs and parts of the carpet were red, the other colour a plain cream. It was quite a large room, and through a window opposite me I could see that outside it was pitch black.

"A house elf will wake you tomorrow morning and show you the way to the breakfast hall." McGonagall informed me, looking slightly uncomfortable, "Professor Snape will take you from there to Diagon Alley where you will buy what you need for the school year. After that I recommend spending the rest of your time reading the spell books and attempting any spells you are not familiar with."

"Do you have a library here?" I asked, hoping they did. My love of books had never depleted over the year I ruled Hyrule. In fact, I spent a great deal of that time visiting exclusive libraries and finding books that had either not been read for years, or people had been forbidden to do so.

She looked pleasantly surprised, "We do, the day after tomorrow I will show you where it is. The Girl's Dormitories are just up those stairs, it doesn't matter which room or bed you pick, as the house elves will be sure to clean everything up after- or if- you leave. Good night."

"Good night...professor." I added, wanting to seem polite. I wouldn't usually care about this but they had saved me from the Sacred Realm and whoever this Lord Voldemort was. I doubted it would last long, especially when the students returned to their school.

I walked up the stairs, stopping when I came to the door that read 'Third Years'. The room inside was also red in colour, completely decorated in several shades of red and gold. There were five four poster beds inside made of a rich oak, a bedside table and wardrobe near each. I sat on the the nearest one to a floor length window, gazing out at the grounds.

It was quite a beautiful sight; the sun was just setting on the horizon, highlighting the sky with a glow of orange, red and yellow. From my view I could see a forest at the edge of the grounds and a shimmering lake to one side.

I kicked off my boots and removed my cloak, glad to see neither were damaged. Loosening my belt a little I crawled underneath the quilt and lay down, watching as the sun set and the room was plunged into darkness.

It was hard to comprehend exactly what had happened to me. I was now in a new world, filled with the wizards and witches I had dreamed and read about. Mages used a different type of magic though, one connecting them to the natural elements such as wind and fire. I had read it was possible for a Mage to change the use of their magic, but I knew I would be more powerful in certain extensions of magic.

Another volume about Wizards that I had found in my travels had said that when they were untrained, and/or experiencing a strong emotion, they may preform 'accidental magic'. Similar things had happened to me, still happened, but I doubt theirs could have such a dangerous effect as mine.

One thing for sure; Hogwarts better watch out.