I woke up by the usual morning breeze that embraced my pale legs.

"Sam you lazy bum, get yourself out of bed" Nana nagged while she open the curtains of my bedroom.

"Nana…." I sighed relieved. So it was all a dream. Figures.

"Come on pumpkin. Up, right now" she ordered while she tapped my back gently. I sighed for the second time, completely at ease. I was home; it was all just a dream-Huh? Did she just sit on me?"Ugh, Nana you're heavy" I groaned. The massive pressure on my back continued. "Alright Nana. I'm up, I'm up, but you're heavy, please" I pleaded. She was hefty though it felt like the force came from small paws- Wait, Paws?

I blinked. I faced the surface of a white pillow. "Nana?" I lifted my head lazily and looked back coming face to face with an orange-redish, furry cat.

Yikes! I jumped back slightly. "Don't scare me like that" I panted at the kneazle. I sighed as I ran my right hand through my hair.

I forgot I wasn't home anymore. Now, home was a dream and this was reality. I scoffed. Oh the irony.

"Ah, here you are, Mr. Paws." Mrs. Figg answered as she entered the room holding a towel and a glass of water. Mr. Paws- "Mr. Paws?" I looked again at the kneazle. The cat just purred at me.

"He seems to taken a liking to you. He's been all night watching out for you" she beamed at me timidly as she offered me a glass of-

"Um what is…." I asked staring at the weird oily, watery substance. Whatever that is.

"Essence of Dittany. It helps with the scarring of the body" she explained gently.

I eyed the liquid. Dittany? Oh, I know this! Hermione will use this to cure Ron when he gets splinched during the Deathly Hollows book. But, why Dittany? I thought it was used for severe wounds. Were my wounds that bad?

"Now quickly toss it down, it has a strong presence" she warned me.

I closed my eyes and gulped the oily liquid.

Ugh, it's sort of spicy. As it flowed through my throat, it burned my insides, like the time I tried grandpa's whisky. That was a terrible idea, but this just won the prize.

I winced in pain. I felt my forehead and my cheeks burning and stinging. I wanted to cry, but I managed to hold back the tears. I took a series of deep breaths, calming down as the stinging and burning lessen.

"Now, here you are. Wash up. We need to get some meat on those bones, you're too peaky," Mrs. Figg ordered me as she gave me a new set of clothes.

"T-Thank you". I stuttered.

"If you need anything, I'll be downstairs" Mrs. Figg smiled modestly as she walked out of the room.

I stared at the door then at the folded clothes. I was still embarrassed from the incident of last night. After Professor Dumbledore left, I went to take a shower. My hair had to be washed, with all the leaves, branches and mud stuck all over, it looked like a bird's nest. Let's just say it wasn't a pretty sight. But I did apologize to her for dirtying the shower. I wanted to clean it but she didn't let me and rushed me off to bed, saying that I needed to rest and boy, was she right. My back still felt sore and at times I got slight headaches.

I looked to my left, to a window that showed the street of Privet Drive.

It's probably early in the morning, I think. How long was I asleep? What time it is?

I sighed.

No, I should stop sighing, it's not good. I should be positive and grateful Mr. Paws found me.

I looked at the kneazle and I patted its head gently.

"Thanks fur ball" I grinned at it. I probably looked nuts, but I was raised to be grateful for everything and if this little guy found me, then he had my thanks.

Mr. Paws purred at me, almost as if he were comforting me. I chuckled and patted its head again. I guess kneazles really do have some kind of sixth sense.

I stared at the folded clothes. I'm extremely grateful to Professor Dumbledore and Mrs. Figg. I'm healed and I'm been taken care but this can't go on. But what should I do? I want to go home, but I don't know how. Maybe if I go back to where I was, I could find some clues...Yeah right. It was night, I could barely see anything. If it wasn't for Mimi and Perdy, I would have made the British news.

I blanked out at the disturbing thought.

Okay, Sam. Calm down. Breathe.

I took a deep breath.

Okay, so what do I have?. 1. I have no money 2. I have no ID whatsoever, so I can't work. 3. I don't have the slightest idea of how to get back home. Great. Now what are my choices? 1. I could cry and pity myself 2. I could go to the East end of London and hope to find a job, illegally though. 3. I could take Professor Dumbledore's invitation to go to Hogwarts and find some answers, maybe even a purpose of why I'm here. Okay, now what are some risks, obstacles or consequences? 1. I don't know any magic. 2. I have no money, which means no wand and no Hogwarts education. 3. I'm seventeen, I can't exactly skip years. 4. I possess delicate information from the books. Any wizard capable with the Legilimency spell can invade my thoughts and that can't be good. 5. I'm someone from the future, but not from their future. Well to them, I would be from the future, but I'm not because I won't exist in the future of this world, because I'm actually from the present of my world. Yeah, like that makes sense. Point is, what if me being here changes things or triggers events. I mean, I could prevent so many things, like Sirius's death. That wasn't fair. Harry didn't deserve that. He had suffered so much, he had stood up to the dark arts so many times. It wasn't fair. I cried a river, when I read that part. I could also prevent Tonks, Remus, Mad eye, Dobby, Fred, even Hedwig's death. I was furious when that death eater killed the beautiful owl. I swear if I was there, I beat him up. Well, what I can say? I entered Vet School, animals are one of my weakest spots. I can't stand animal cruelty. I even felt sorry for the chained dragon that guarded the Lestrange's vault. Bottom line, I know everything that's going to happen and I can prevent them…but at what cost? What if I change the outcome of the war? If I do prevent these deaths, the death eaters could get suspicious and find me. Heck, Voldermort could come after me, then Harry would really be doomed. Everyone would be doomed, even me. But, I can't just stand by the sidelines and watch either.

I took another deep breath. 6. I woke up in Mrs. Figg's house. What if the next time I wake up, I'm in my room with Nana, who would frantically call 911. What if I disappeared the same way I did back home? Whoa Sam, hit the brakes. Too many questions for your brain to handle.

I sighed.

But this was the last time, no more feeling sorry to myself. You're here now, Sam. If there's something I can do, then I might as well do it.

I closed my eyes. I can feel Mr. Paws staring at me.

I guess then Hogwarts it is. I don't know how I will do it, but one thing I knew for sure. Dumbledore had my back. Well, sort of. I opened my eyes. With my mind made up, I walked out of the bedroom and took a shower.

Once showered, I dressed with a below knee cut summer dress. It was forest green with a white flower pattern; it was so fifty's and it made me look like a house wife. But I wasn't complaining, it was this or walking half naked. I was lucky that Mrs. Figg still kept some of her old clothes. Though they didn't fit me perfectly, but I could always tie a knot somewhere just so it wouldn't get too loose.

Mrs. Figg. I should do something for her. She's really kind. She's quiet and sometimes timid but she's caring. Whoever said that her house smelled like cabbage, was wrong. Her house actually smells clean and her kitchen has a slight aroma of tea. Hmmm. Maybe it's not cabbage season or maybe she dirties the room purposely, making sure to be credible for the Dursleys.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I let my hair loose.

Also lucky Mrs. Figg had a blow drier.

I chuckled. I've been very lucky. But I can't always depend on luck.

Finally, I finished dressing by putting on some slippers she gave me, which they also didn't fit. As I made my way downstairs, I stopped by a window that faced the Dursley house. I glanced at it. It looked like no one was home. I sighed relieved.

It's not like I did not wanted to meet Harry, I really did, but it's probably better that he doesn't know I'm here. If he would've found out, then Mrs. Figg would have lost credibility from the Dursleys and wouldn't let Harry stay over. But, Dumbledore was here yesterday, he would had notice that something was going on, right? I'm actually surprised he wasn't the one to find me. He doesn't look the type that sleeps peacefully during the summer in that house. I mean who would? They put barriers on his windows and he has to stand insults from that immature jerk, his father and that jealous aunt that can't seem to move on. I kept staring through the window. Oh, maybe he's at Hogwarts. Wait, what DAY is today? It was august back home. If that's the case then maybe he's at the Burrow, with the Weasley family. I chuckled.

The Weasley family huh-

Eight strong furry paws forcefully paused my thoughts. I grinned from the wooden floor at Mimi and Perdy.

"I miss you too" I told them as I patted their heads, while I struggled to stand up from my dogs ponderous bodies.

They were panting and wagging their tails.

Hmm, weird. What could they have been doing that they were breaking sweat?

I finally stood from the floor.

Oh no. I hope they didn't make a mess in the house. I eyed them suspiciously.

"Sientáte (Sit.)" I ordered them while I pointed to the floor. They sat down.

"Are you behaving?" I stared at them, while I crossed my arms, portraying myself as the alpha female. I turned around, eyeing Mrs. Figg's living room, searching for any mess. "Hmm. Good" I smiled at them.

I walked to the kitchen, where I was received by the gentle aroma of jasmine tea, toast and cheese. Mrs. Figg was serving tea.

"Oh, just in time. Take a seat child" she smiled a little and pointed out towards the round, wooden table that stood in the middle of the kitchen, near the door that led to the backyard.

Oh, maybe Mimi and Perdy were running around outside.

As I sat down, I eyed the kitchen. It was simple, but cozy. I liked it.

"Milk?" Mrs. Figg offered kindly while placing the tea cup in front me.

"Oh, yes, please" I smiled. I've never try tea with milk, back home I just drank tea with boil water and honey. But I don't drink it often, because it can get a little bitter. I have a sweet tooth and I'm not a fan of bitter drinks like coffee, tea or alcohol, but I can tolerate them if the situation calls for it. Surprisingly, the tea was good. I did added sugar and a snitch of cinnamon.

I smirked at myself. I probably ruined the tea, but I didn't care, it was delicious. As I enjoyed breakfast, Mrs. Figg served herself some tea.

I lowered my tea cup, noticing a grey thin paper. I gasped. A newspaper! Perfect! I discreetly reached for it. As I skipped through the headlines, I searched for the date. Boy, I had it coming.

Okay, weird. I thought time traveling only involved years, not months or days. I mean that's what I saw in The Lake House or read in A Christmas Carol. Then again, I didn't exactly time travel, more like I crossed worlds? Ugh, I'm not making any sense. I sighed.

No wonder, Dumbledore let me stay here. Things still haven't gotten ugly in the wizard world. By the year and month, I say I'm more than half way of the Goblet of Fire and by this date I say Harry is still two months away from the third and last task of the Triwizard Tournament. I read the date on the newspaper.

"April 22, 1995…" I whispered to myself. But, this could be an old newspaper.

"Um, Mrs. Figg? Is this today's newspaper?" I timidly asked her.

Mrs. Figg turned around and eyed the newspaper. "Why, yes, it is. I just received it this morning." she answered as she served herself some toast

"Oh, may I read it?" I politely inquired once again.

"Of course" she answered a bit taken back at my question as she sat down across from me.

I took the newspaper, flipped its first page and pretended to read it while I trailed away in thought. If this is the real date, then Harry is probably on spring break, I think. Of course, he wouldn't come back to Pivet Drive, he's probably staying at Hogwarts. Then classes will resume until the last task.

The last task… I repeated to myself. When I thought of the last task, all I could think about was Voldermort's rebirth and Cedric's death-

"Oh my god, Cedric!" I shrieked standing abruptly from the table. I gave an apologetic face to Mrs. Figg as I startled her.

"U-uh, I meant cellar! I have a wine cellar back home and I forgot to close the doors and that's terrible because rodents can get in and create some serious damage" I horribly lied. Seriously Sam, a cellar? Very smooth. Only an idiot would believe that. I glanced at Mrs. Figg who looked confused and worried. I have to act normal. Act normal, normal. Normal.

"S-sorry Mrs. Figg. I have a lot on my head" I smiled weakly.

I scoffed internally. Like that was normal. Ugh, I'm such a terrible liar. I bowed to Mrs. Figg excusing myself and walked to the living room.

The last task is almost two months away. I have to warn Professor Dumbledore! I have to tell him about Barty Crouch Jr. disguised as Professor Moody, about the cup being a portkey! About Voldermort being reborn, the ceremony, Harry! I was pacing back and forth, like when Nana is having a mid-life crisis. I took a deep breath and walked back to the kitchen.

"Mrs. Figg may I send a message to Professor Dumbledore?" I asked her, masking my worry. She knew it was urgent because she rushed to find me something where I could write the message. She came back with a note pad and a pen. Hmm, I was expecting a quill, but that's not the point right now. Smiling a silent "thank you" towards her, I climbed the stairs, walking straight to the bedroom, with Mimi and Perdy trailing behind me.

I sat on the bed and pressed the pen in the paper. I was ready to write, but my hand didn't move. I took a deep breath and tried again, but my hand just stood there, paralyzed. I couldn't write anything, because deep down, I knew I couldn't say anything.

"This really sucks…" I whispered to myself. I could feel tears building up in my eyes. Harry needs to witness the rebirth of Voldermort. Cedric had to die. Harry had to return with Cedric's dead body, because it was a solid and concrete statement that the dark wizard had returned.

I scoffed.

"Life really isn't fair" I whispered trying to calm my voice from breaking. This was cruel. I know what's going to happen and I can't do anything to stop it. Cedric…young, smart, handsome, well at least Robert Pattinson is. Sort of. I don't know if they are the same, but Cedric no doubt is handsome and would give the aura of a talented wizard….

I stared blankly at the notepad. He's probably enjoying this break with his parents. Happy…confident, maybe scare…but excited…filled with the high hopes of winning the cup for Hogwarts…. unsuspicious that he's walking straight to his death. I could step now and warn Dumbledore, but if I do, then I would cause some serious damage to the plot and endangered the outcome of the following books. Not to mention, I could raise suspicions and gain unwanted and unnecessary attention.

I chuckled bitterly. I can't even handle things on my own; I'm completely and utterly useless.

No, No. I took another deep breath, holding back my tears.

Now wasn't the time to cry. I knew what I had to do. I pressed the pen again and my wrist followed my command as I wrote to the Hogwarts Headmaster, my answer towards his invitation.