Chapter 1- A Disrupted Meeting (This will be based off the book as much as possible.) I will omit certain parts due to plot. Enjoy. Please note that OF COURSE circumstances for various subjects are different in different time periods. Which makes things awkward for a certain time-traveler... If I offend anyone, I am sorry. Also-Incoming rants. About everything.

They still called it the Riddle House. Even though they had died long ago. Still, at least one person took care of it. His name was Frank Bryce.

Now, there had been some strange things going on in that old house...

Inside the Riddle House, the top floor

Wormtail had made sure that no one could find them. Now, he was feeling his master blood from a bottle. You see, while he had the mind of an adult, the body his master possessed was small.

Then, even he felt something. "My Lord...did you feel that? Powerful magic was just used..." His eyes widened. "Olde Magic..."

About 200 miles away

Harry thought he had had another bad dream. Someone had died. He didn't know who. Then, his thoughts were interrupted.

A sickening thud was heard just outside his window. Curious and worried, the 14 year old Wizard got up from his bed and walked over to his window. What he saw almost made his heart stop-it was a girl.

Ten minutes later

It had turned out that the Dursleys had heard the girl fall as well. She was currently laying on the living room couch, with no signs of waking up anytime soon. "...Will she be alright?" Dudley, their son, walked up to the girl and looked down at her. His father, Vernon, nodded. "She seems fine. Come on, all of you, get to bed. You. Potter. She might be one of your kind, so stay here and watch her." To say the least, Harry was a bit curious of how she had happened to appreciate outside his house...

The next morning, Harry was awoken by what sounded like something scrabbling across tile... Wait a minute...oh no.

He rushed downstairs, only to see some sort of animal skidding around the kitchen in a state of panic. Concerned, he knelt down and caught the animal as it ran past him. "Easy. Easy, you're going to be fine. Now, can you please calm down?" Harry had noticed that the girl was not where she had been last night, and he had good reason to believe the the animal that was now staring up at him with huge eyes was indeed her. The animal backed away from him and shook it's head. He now realized that it was some sort of dog.

The dog was now sitting near him, looking sorry for itself. "I get why you acted like that. It's fine." "...Is it?" he heard a female voice. Startled, he glanced around for a bit. "No. Not there, here." He happened to notice that out of the corner of his eye, the dog's mouth had opened and closed. So, he turned to face her. "...You...you can speak?" To his shock, the dog nodded. Nodded. "Yep." The two stared at each other. "...Are...are you an Animagus?" The dog nodded again. "Yeah. So?" Harry moved to he was sitting up against the cabinet. "Are you registered?" In true dog fashion, the animal in front of him titled its head to the left. "Registered? You have to do that?" Harry then buried his face in his hands. "...Yes...you do." "Well, I guess I shoulda done that a few days ago, huh?" Then, a green flash half blinded him for a few seconds.

When he could see again, the girl that had landed outside his window the previous night was standing in front of him. Oh, he recognized the brand of clothing she was wearing...but it wasn't something he had seen before. She held out a hand. "Need help getting up?" "No."

The two of them were now on the living room couch, getting acquainted. "...The future?!" At Harry's reaction, the girl buried her face and her hands and groaned. Her voice was a bit muffled as she spoke. "Yes. I am. Also, I appear to not age when I'm in a different time from my own." She removed her face from her hands and lowered them to the cushions of the couch, which she privately noticed needed updating. Come to think of it, the whole house needed an upgrade. "...So...what age are you?" "17." "...So...uh...wouldn't that mean that you've graduated? And did you get your acceptance letter?" To his surprise, the girl leapt up from the couch and spun to face him. "Of course! You want to see it? Here." Without allowing him to answer, she handed him a somewhat faded piece of paper.

From what Harry could make out, the contents were the same as his letter, which he still had somewhere upstairs. Except for the name...and the date. "...Two thousand and ten..." Then he looked at the name again. Harry's gaze moved from the paper he was holding to the girl standing in front of him. Now he understood why her way of speaking was...strange. Come to think of it, she possibly thought it was strange how he acted as well. Not to mention the clothing he wore.

A few minutes had passed, in which Harry somehow found the courage to ask Lauren where she lived, because he had noticed that her accent was not what he was used to. "Me? I'm from the States. Not a good political state over there right now, might be alright in this time, but in mine..." "Can I ask why?" "...Well...when a billionaire decides to run for President, shit happens." Lauren turned to Harry. "You know who (I can't believe I'm doing this. This is fun.) Donald Trump is, right?" Harry nodded. "Yes." "Well, he's running for President in 2016. He wants to build a wall, okay? A freaking wall. Guess where this wall is to built?" "...Uh...I'm not familiar with geography..." Lauren was pacing back and forth in front of him, now, and to tell the truth, he didn't know what to think. "Along the States/Mexico border. Now, I happen to KNOW that there are Magic people working alongside Trump, and I ALSO happen to know that some of the people that are going to be kicked out have papers, AND...some, are magic folk." Harry sat on the couch for a few minutes, thinking about this. "...Sounds like the magic community over there has to deal with it." "Oh, trust me, they already are."

Lauren had also ranted about other things. Some, he agreed with. Others, he had no idea what she was talking about.

Finally, the 17 year old Witch had calmed down. She had also helped her self to some of the food in the house. Harry couldn't help but wonder if his uncle and aunt would notice...

They had noticed.

Fortunately, Lauren seemed to calm down somewhat. But then Dudley had brought up something and the two of them had begun to yell at her again.

Several minutes had passed since then, Lauren had disappeared. Petunia and Vernon had constantly been staring at him, and he knew that they were daring to ask something. "What?" Vernon's face got red. "Don't you what me! I've had it with her! She's out. Go and find her and tell her that she is no longer allowed under my roof!"

"...I was afraid that this would happen." Harry had found Lauren outside the house, near the main street. She had been sitting on the curb when he had walked up to her. Now, he was sitting near her. "By the way-why is there only health food in your house?" Harry started laughing. "What?" Getting a hold of himself, Harry looked over to see Lauren smiling at him. "Oh, it's just because the nurse at Dudley's school noticed how huge he is. Can't get into his uniform." "...I see..."

Then, Harry noticed someone walking up to him. He stood. The postman? The man approached him and began rummaging in his bag. "...Are you...who this letter is addressed to?" He nodded. "Yes." "Then this is yours." The postman handed him a letter, and then walked up to the house. "...Uh...that's a lot of stamps..." There were about twenty of them. From what he could make out, his address had been squeezed between several stamps. "...Who sent it, anyway?" Lauren had gotten up and was now staring down at the letter as well. She looked up at him. "Well? Are you going to open it?"

Harry quickly read the contents of the letter, then without a word, handed the parchment to Lauren. "...Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley..We have never been introduced...but I am sure you have heard a great deal from Harry about my son, Ron...As Harry might have told you...the final of the Qudditch World Cup takes place next Monday night, and my husband, Arthur, has just managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the Department of Magical Games and Sports...Sounds cool enough...I do hope that you will allow us to take Harry to the match, as this really is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; Britain hasn't hosted the Cup for thirty years, and tickets are extremely hard to come by. No kidding. Even now, they are...We would of course be glad to have Harry to stay for the remainder of the summer holidays, and to see him safely on the train back to school. It would be best for Harry to send us your answer as quickly as possible in the normal way, because the Muggle postman has never delivered to our house, and I am not sure he even knows where it is. Hoping to see Harry soon...yours sincerely..Molly Weasley...I do hope we've put enough stamps on..." Lauren looked at the envelope again. "...I'd say they did..."

After some strange conversation that had been between Vernon and Harry, which ended up with Harry being allowed to go to this event, Lauren soon found herself in Harry's room.

It certainly wasn't what she was used to. Rolls of parchment and crumpled up papers were scattered around on a lone desk in the corner of the room, across from the desk was a bed. At the foot of the bed was a huge truck with all your essential Wizarding needs. There was a closet built into the wall that the bed faced. On the desk, other than the scrolls and paper, sat a golden cage.

Inside the golden cage was a snowy owl. And she looked very annoyed. And for good reason. A small owl was flying in circles around the room. After hitting Harry in the head, the small thing began flying around Lauren's head, hooting all the while.

She reached up and plucked the small bird out of the air. "Energetic, aren't you?" The owl hooted in answer. Harry pointed out that there was a letter tied to its foot.

Harry-DAD GOT THE TICKETS-Ireland versus Bulgaria, Monday night. Mum's writing to the Muggles to ask you to stay. They might already have the letter, don't know how fast the Muggle postage is. Thought I'd send this with Pig anyway. "Pig?" The owl hooted happily at the sound of his name. Both of them shook their heads, while Harry continued to read the letter in an excited whisper.

We're coming for you whether the Muggles like it or not, you can't miss the World Cup, only Mum and Dad reckon it's better if we pretend to ask their permission first. If they say yes, send Pig back with your answer pronto, and we'll come and get you at five o'clock on Sunday. If they say no, send Pig back pronto and we'll come and get you at five o'clock on Sunday anyway. Hermione's arriving this afternoon. Percy's started work- the Department of International Magical Co-operation. Don't mention anything about Abroad while you're here unless you want the pants bored off you. See you soon, Ron

Harry rushed to his desk and began writing an answer. "...Uh...should you tell them about me?" Lauren was sitting on his bed, looking over the contents of the letter. "I just said that I'll bring a friend." "...That works..."

Harry had also written another letter. Who it was going to, he wouldn't say.

Sunday, 5:00 P.M.

The day had been somewhat uneventful. Vernon had kept his distance from Lauren, he didn't trust her one bit. And he had no reason to, either.

At half past five, Harry was getting worried. But they didn't have to wait long.

"...I dare say their kind don't see much store by punctuality. Either that or they drive some tinpot car that's broken d- AAAAAAAARRRRRGH!" Vernon's yell from the living caused both Harry and Lauren to leap up from the stairs and rush into the living room.

A great deal of noise was becoming from behind the boarded up , they heard voices.

Minutes later, the thing exploded. Then, several red haired men stepped out from the wall. Not surprisingly, the oldest teenagers caught eye of Lauren. "...I don't think we've met..." "No. We haven't." "Fred, George, mind yourselves." "But Dad- did you hear her accent?!" ...So that must be Arthur. Arthur looked thoughtful. "...Yes...Do you mind asking where you are from?" Lauren nodded. "The States." "What region?" "You mean state? Midwest, Indiana." "...Interesting..." Then, the one who had been hovering near Harry walked up to her and held out a hand. "I'm Ron. Sorry about my brothers...you do seem close to their age, though." "Yeah. I'm 17. Name's Lauren." "Harry? Are you ready? And you?" "Yeah. I mean, all I really need is my wand...and I can go back and get my other stuff anytime..." "How?" "Well, I am from the future, and...have you heard of the Time-Stones?" "Why, yes...you used them?" "Yeah. I did. And I can use them whenever I need to." Arthur nodded. "It's settled then, come along, we don't want to keep your mother waiting, you three." And with this, the Weasley's, Harry and Lauren Flooed out of the Dursley's house.