Err, pretty much just a filler chapter, I'm sorry ^^; Just felt like having a chapter for the actual time travel... SO, enjoy! (if that's even possible...)

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At twenty after six Kayleigh found herself outside the room she met Professor Dumbledore in the previous day, looking nervously at the door, not sure whether or not to knock, unsure of her decision to go back in time.

"Come in." Professor Dumbledore's voice rang out through the door, and she immediately walked in, afraid of disobeying the headmaster.

"Hello." She whispered, looking all around the room.

"Hello. Now, if you would stand here we could begin." He smiled.

"What about my stuff?"

"We won't worry about clothes or a trunk, as I will supply you with a new wardrobe, more suitable for the time period," he smiled, that blasted twinkle back in his eyes. "And all your personal belongings are here for you to choose which to take.

She glanced around the room, only just noticing her stuff in a dark corner, and was that... Was that her... Oh shit.

Her face turned bright red as she noticed what book was lying open on the table next to Dumbledore.

"I- I c-can explain that s-sir..." she stuttered, her copper skin flushed, unable to meet her Headmaster's eyes.

"Oh I don't think that will be necessary." He smiled his tone unusually light for the situation. "I've seen much worse than that over my years as headmaster."

"I doubt by much." She protested, oddly annoyed that her trashiest book wasn't even the worst he'd read in what, the last century?

"No, not by much. Now, if you will please stand inside the circle," he said, gesturing to a spot on the floor, which was now covered in glowing symbols that Kayleigh was sure weren't there a second ago, "and we can begin."

As she stepped dutifully inside the circle, panic shot up in her chest, and her brain started screaming at her. What are you doing?

"P-professor?" she stammered, fighting to keep the fear out of her voice. "W-will this h-hurt?"

"Oh yes, quite." He smiled calmly, oblivious to the squeak from the young girl. "You'll most likely feel like you're dying, and I've heard that by the end you wish you were. Of course, there are more painless methods, but those would mean losing your memory, and there's really no point trying to do anything if you're not going to remember to do it.

Of course, you'll most likely forget little things, like what colour the sea is, or the names of your old friends, but that will all most likely come back to you when you get back to our time. Of course, there's always the possibility that you'll go insane, but we covered this all yesterday."

"W-we did?" she shrieked, her legs shaking so badly she was surprised she was still standing.

"Oh, didn't we?" his blue eyes filled with shock at the look of pure horror on Kayleigh's face, but shook it off easily. "Well, before I forget about this, please choose your belongings."

She nodded shakily, moving around Professor Dumbledore to grab the book on the table, her face flushed as she read the passage the Headmaster had apparently left off at. She moved to the pile of her belongings and grabbed a few more books, her blush becoming more pronounced as she tried to hide them from the professor. After collecting all her things she tossed them into her book bag and stood back into the circle, significantly calmer than she had been mere minutes before.

"Now," he began, more serious than she had seen him today, "you will go back just in time to catch the Hogwarts Express, and you will immediately begin your search for Tom Riddle, as I believe he may have ties to the Heir of Slytherin. You will not draw attention to yourself, and please don't give yourself away as a time traveller, it's rather illegal."

"Got it." She nodded, managing a small smile as her old confidence returned.

"Okay then, get ready." He commanded closing his eyes and beginning to chant in some foreign language that she couldn't understand.

Kayleigh looked around herself in amazement, beams of pure white light were radiating from the glowing lines on the floor, shooting up to the ceiling and melting down the walls, dissolving the room into a never-ending white field. She giggled as the warm beams touched her skin, not understanding why people said it was excruciatingly painful.

The giggles turned to yelps as one of the beams heated up fast, and eventually progressed into screams as the beam became boiling hot, slicing through the flesh on her arm, causing it to bubble and morph, before the pain stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief before all of the beams turned hot suddenly, piercing her from all angles and causing her skin to feel as if it were melting off. She fell to her knees, begging Professor Dumbledore to stop, to kill her now, his voice the only constant thing in this Hell. The beams suddenly relented and she knelt there shaking on all fours, panting heavily as if she had just run a marathon, tears falling thick and fast down her cheeks. She wasn't used to physical pain, and this torture quickly reduced her to a quivering heap.

She finally began to move, trying to stand up when all the beams of light burst from her body and disintegrated her flesh, her cry of anguish failing to make it past her burnt throat.

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Professor Dumbledore blinked in surprise. The girl, who had been crying and screaming in pain earlier, begging for death, had simply disappeared. He had expected something a tad more dramatic, lights, wind, even just a popping sound, but no; there was nothing she was simply there one moment and gone the next. He sighed, hoping he hadn't done something wrong as she sat down and waited, knowing he wouldn't have to wait for long to know if he had succeeded.