Description: ¡°Surely not Albus.¡± McGonagall interjected. ¡°For someone to travel nearly 50 years through time.¡±¡°I¡¯m afraid so Minerva.¡±Ophelia swung her head around, looking for a camera or a familiar face. Something. Anything. This had to be a cruel joke. Surely.¡°You say you are not familiar with the Wizarding world?¡± Dumbledore asked again.¡°I… no. Whatever that is no.¡±¡°So you know nothing of the events that will occur in the future of the Wizarding World?¡±¡°No.¡±¡°And you have not used a time turner to arrive here in this moment?¡±¡°No!¡±¡°Very well. Minerva. I believe our only option is to allow her to stay here as a student given the circumstances.¡±
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¡°Surely not Albus.¡± McGonagall interjected. ¡°For someone to travel nearly 50 years through time.¡±¡°I¡¯m afraid so Minerva.¡±Ophelia swung her head around, looking for a camera or a familiar face. Something. Anything. This had to be a cruel joke. Surely.¡°You say you are not familiar with the Wizarding world?¡± Dumbledore asked again.¡°I… no. Whatever that is no.¡±¡°So you know nothing of the events that will occur in the future of the Wizarding World?¡±¡°No.¡±¡°And you have not used a time turner to arrive here in this moment?¡±¡°No!¡±¡°Very well. Minerva. I believe our only option is to allow her to stay here as a student given the circumstances.¡±
Alright, here we go. I’ve never been able to convince myself to actually publish anything I’ve written (yay rejection sensitivity) so hopefully this goes well.Fic will span from 1973-1981 or 1982 and will also have a few chapters set in 2018. Fic is currently expected to exceed 100 chapters but not sure how many exactly.I’m trying to keep this (relatively) close to canon but I’m literally adding an OC from 2018 so, take that how you will. There are likely to be some deviations. Update 4/29/21Excluding unforseen circumstances fic will be updated once a week for the foreseeable future, usually on Fridays.
Chapter 1: October 2018
“Even though you’re scaredYou’re stronger than you knowIf you’re lost out where the lights are blindingCaught in all, the stars are hidingThat’s when something wild calls you home, homeIf you face the fear that keeps you frozenChase the sky into the oceanThat’s when something wild calls you home, home”?Monday, October 1, 2018Ophelia sighed, finally giving up on tossing and turning in her bed and instead sitting up, glancing across the hotel room to where her dad lay. Ever since they¡¯d come to Scotland on vacation Ophelia had felt a strange tugging sensation in her lower belly that she couldn¡¯t shake. She¡¯d thought she was just homesick, or jet lagged.Now, 3 days into their trip it was only getting stronger. This was the first time it had kept her awake though. She leaned forward, holding her stomach and taking a few deep breaths as the feeling clawed at her. Quietly she got to her feet and licked her lips, thinking. Her dad would have a fit if he woke up and found Ophelia missing. Ophelia knew that, but she also knew she needed to try to understand this feeling. She couldn¡¯t explain it but she knew she had to follow it. And so, moving as quietly as possible she grabbed her jacket, phone, hotel key, a few other things, scribbled a quick note, and slipped out the door.To avoid any questions she avoided the front door and instead headed for a side door that she let close quietly behind her.¡°Right¡± She murmured to herself, taking another deep breath.With that she turned and began walking, allowing the tugging feeling in her stomach to lead her steps. Just as she was beginning to think she¡¯d have to turn around without discovering anything the feeling intensified and she nearly doubled over with a gasp. Looking up she frowned. She¡¯d found… what exactly? A construction site. Albeit an empty one.Immensely disappointed and confused she took a few more steps, reluctant to just leave and as she stepped forward the feeling in her stomach jerked hard and she stumbled with another gasp. Before she had time to process anything her feet left the ground and she was hurtling forward. Or backward. She¡¯d lost all sense of direction and squeezed her eyes shut. Just as she felt sure she was going to throw up she came to a stop, falling to her knees on a hard surface.She took a few steadying breaths and opened her eyes, immediately losing her breath again.¡°What?¡± She whispered, staring up at the castle standing before her and the train platform she was kneeling on. Those had most definitely not been there a minute ago.Her head spun as she glanced around, pinched herself, and shook her head but the castle remained. The train station was empty and the platform gave her no clue as to where she was. She groaned.What had happened anyway? No matter how hard she tried she couldn¡¯t explain it.Which didn¡¯t help her now throbbing head. What should she do now? Try to get back to the hotel? But she didn¡¯t recognize her scenery at all. Go to the castle and see who lived there? Maybe they were nice and would help a lost teenage girl get back where she¡¯d come from. Or maybe not. She shivered, looking at the sky, which seemed darker than it had been before, which couldn¡¯t be possible.¡°Dads gonna kill me.¡± She muttered. ¡°And then he¡¯s gonna tell Ryan, and Ryan¡¯s gonna kill me too.¡±Whatever was going on she knew she couldn¡¯t just keep lying on some random train station platform forever. Eventually she¡¯d have to get up and do something. Just as she was gathering herself to do that she looked up and saw someone striding towards her across the grass.They seemed to be wearing a cloak that swirled around them as they walked. Ophelia frowned. Odd. But then, if they lived in the castle that might explain it. She doubted anyone living in a castle was going to be the most normal person.¡°What on earth are you doing out here? Students are forbidden…¡± The Scottish woman¡¯s crisp voice broke off, her lips tightening in a frown.¡°Students?¡± Ophelia asked. ¡°Is this a school?¡±¡°Who are you?¡±¡°Ophelia Willows.¡±¡°What on earth are you doing out here?¡±¡°I don¡¯t know. I just walked into some field and all of a sudden I was here.¡±¡°You are not a Hogwarts student?¡±¡°A what? No. I don¡¯t know what that means.¡±¡°Best you come with me to see the Headmaster.¡±¡°Unless he¡¯s a wizard or something I doubt he¡¯s gonna be able to explain this.¡± Ophelia said with a small snort.The woman said nothing. Right, she didn¡¯t seem like the joke type. Ophelia only just managed to not grimace as she thought suddenly of the stern professor in that documentary she and Ryan had watched about old European boarding schools. The ones where they thought it was totally fine to hit kids with 2x4s.Maybe she was being a bit dramatic. Dad always said she was.¡°Who are you?¡± Ophelia asked.¡°I am Professor McGonagall. Head of Gryffindor house.¡±Ophelia shook her head, feeling a migraine coming on. Hogwarts? Gryffindor? ¡°God I¡¯ve lost it.¡±McGonagall expression softened slightly.¡°Can you stand?¡±¡°I… I think so.¡± Ophelia slowly pushed herself into a sitting position and then stood, swaying before professor McGonagall reached out to take her arm and steady her.¡°Where are you from dear?¡±¡°Uh, Maine, but my dad and I are visiting Scotland for vacation and he¡¯s gonna lose it when he finds me gone. I can tell you what hotel we¡¯re at and¡¡±¡°We¡¯ll see what we can do to get you back to him before all that.¡±Ophelia followed along beside professor McGonagall obediently, too shellshocked to do much else.Neither said anything as they made their way through the grounds and then into the castle. Ophelia stared in awe at the many tapestries and portraits, then gasped as one moved. She¡¯d seen moving pictures of course, holographic ones as well as what had been essentially videos in a frame but this didn¡¯t seem to be either and those had never seemed to be anything but a novelty. Why would a school implement it on so many pictures?Trying to figure it out Ophelia stared hard at the painting of an old man wearing a witches hat. He winked and her eyes widened.¡°Come along.¡± McGonagall said sharply and Ophelia jolted, hurrying after her through the long stone halls which seemed to be devoid of life.Just as Ophelia was beginning to believe they¡¯d just keep walking forever, or that maybe she was being lead to a dungeon, they stopped in front of a statue of a gargoyle.¡°Sugar quill.¡± McGonagall said and Ophelia¡¯s mouth nearly dropped open as the statue jumped aside, revealing a spiral staircase. With few other options Ophelia continued to follow. As soon as they stepped on the stairs they started to move upwards and when they got to the top Ophelia¡¯s eyes widened.At the top of the staircase was a large circular room that was filled with many odd and expensive looking objects. On the walls were many more paintings, these portraits, and most of them appeared to be asleep. Ophelia almost laughed at herself for thinking that. As if portraits could sleep.¡°Wait here.¡± McGonagall said and Ophelia looked over, watching as she disappeared into an adjoining room and then continued to examine the room. A few of the portraits seemed to be watching her but she forced herself not to think about that. She couldn¡¯t let herself go totally crazy. Her eyes skimmed over various silver and gold objects, some moving, some making small noises. She¡¯d never seen most of them and had no idea what they were and so none held her interest for long.A large claw footed desk sat in the middle of the office, more objects sat atop it and behind it sat what appeared to be a very old tattered brown witches hat. Ophelia knew she wasn¡¯t familiar with European boarding schools but this whole thing felt insane.By the far the most interesting thing was to the right of the desk. A large bird with a golden beak and claws, shiny black eyes, golden tail feathers, and red feathers that seemed to glow like flames.¡°Whoa.¡± She whispered in awe, stepping forward.It couldn¡¯t be what she¡¯d first thought. Those weren¡¯t real. But still, it was a gorgeous bird. One she¡¯d never seen before, not that she knew a lot about birds. It cawed at her again, tilting its head to ruffle its feathers, preening as if it knew it was stunning.¡°Ah, I see you have met fawkes.¡± An elderly male voice said and Ophelia whipped her head around.¡°Yeah. I didn¡¯t touch it or anything. Gorgeous bird though. What is it?¡± She asked, trying to appear braver than she felt as she watched the old man cross the room to sit at his desk. He had a long white beard and flowing robes similar to McGonagall¡¯s except his were purple. He had an air about him that Ophelia couldn¡¯t quite understood but she felt simultaneously reassured and extremely uncomfortable.¡°Fawkes is a Phoenix.¡± The man answered.¡°Is that some species of parrot or something? Cause you can¡¯t mean a real…¡± Ophelia broke off at the smile on the mans face.¡°Professor McGonagall has informed me of your arrival here at Hogwarts. Quite an odd incident.¡±¡°Yeah.¡± Ophelia agreed, glancing over to see McGonagall standing stoically nearby. ¡°I wanted to know about that.¡±¡°I¡¯m afraid I do not have an answer for you. In all my years I¡¯ve never seen the like.¡±¡°But I was just in a field and I ended up here. That can¡¯t…¡±¡°Miss Willows. Are you familiar with the magical world?¡±¡°The… no. Magic isn¡¯t real.¡± She scoffed.¡°Ah but it is. You see.¡± He pulled a wand from seemingly nowhere and waved it, causing an object on his desk to rise and float.¡°Yeah sure, where are the wires?¡±McGonagall looked displeased but Dumbledore only smiled wider.¡°How old are you?¡±¡°13.¡±¡°And I take it you never received a letter for Hogwarts.¡±¡°That¡¯s like the third time I¡¯ve heard Hogwarts. Is that the name of this place or something?¡±¡°Indeed it is. I would be happy to answer all your questions if you¡¯ll allow me to ask a few of my own.¡±¡°Fine.¡±¡°Very well then. What year is it?¡±Ophelia made a face. Was this a joke? ¡°It¡¯s 2018. Obviously.¡±McGonagall looked startled but Dumbledore didn¡¯t react.¡°Ah.¡± He said. ¡°I believe we have found our answer.¡±¡°What?¡±¡°Miss Willows, it appears you have become a traveler through time. For here, in this current moment, it is 3:12 am on October 2nd 1973.¡±