Prologue
Disclaimer. I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's elements, its ownership remains with JK Rowling.
In the barren deserts of Iraq, where the moon shone down the Earth, Heather Potter led her team of Unspeakables on a daring expedition. For years the Department of Mysteries had always detected strong powerful magic coming from the uncharted lands of the desert country, however it was not until Harriet herself became part of the team of researchers were they able to narrow down the possible location of this strange magic, which is why the Head Unspeakable decided that she be made the leader for this monumental mission.
The air was heavy with anticipation as they ventured deeper into the heart of the desert, through low visibility their eyes scanned the horizon for any sign of the hidden magical phenomena they sought. The landscape stretched out before them like an endless sea of sand, the harsh winds casting shrill whispers into their ears. Heather squinted through the darkness, her black hair whipping around her face in the hot desert breeze. She was a woman of determination, her haunted emerald eyes searching for any sign of magic as she reached out her aura around the vast sea of sand before her.
As they journeyed deeper into the desert, Heather's team gasped in slight surprise as they stumbled upon the crumbling remains of an ancient temple, its weathered stone walls standing as silent sentinels against the relentless march of time. Excitement coursed through Heather's veins as they approached the entrance, her heart pounding with the promise of a new discovery she could busy herself with for a lifetime.
As they ventured in, they noticed that the interior of the temple was dimly lit, shafts of moonlight filtering through cracks in the ceiling to illuminate the dusty air. Heather's footsteps echoed hollowly against the stone floor as she led her team deeper into the labyrinthine corridors, their path illuminated by the shimmering light of their illumination spells held aloft by trembling wands. At last, they reached a chamber unlike any they had seen before. The air crackled with energy, sending shivers down Heather's spine as she beheld the sight before her.
At the center of the chamber lay a circular platform, intricately carved with arcane symbols that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. Mesmerized by the sight Heather approached the platform cautiously, her eyes alight with curiosity as she traced the ancient runes with trembling fingers. The air seemed to hum with power, vibrating with a resonance that seemed to speak directly to her soul.
Without warning, Heather's hand brushed against a particularly intricate symbol, sending a surge of energy coursing through her veins. A blinding flash of light enveloped her, swallowing her in its brilliance as she was consumed by the swirling maelstrom of magic.
When the light finally faded, Heather found herself disoriented, she realised she was standing inside an alleyway. The air was thick with the scent of unfamiliar smells, and her senses felt hollow at the sudden feeling of deprivation that reached inside her chest, making it known to her that she was in a place so siphoned out of magic.
She blinked in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in her surroundings. This was not her world, yet it felt strangely familiar, like a dream half-remembered upon waking.As Heather ventured further out into the alleyway, she found herself drawn to a nearby market, its bustling streets teeming with life and activity. Curiosity burned within her, driving her forward as she sought to unravel the mystery of this strange situation that she once again got herself into.
After some time of walking and observing her surroundings she looked at a futuristic looking device held by a passing stranger, it was to her shock when she saw the date, February 2, 2024. Panic went through her body as she understood what that means. In order to avoid suspicion she quickly ducked inside a shop, which to her luck happens to be a bookstore.
As the chaos inside her continues to hinder her, Heather's gaze was suddenly drawn to a display that was elegantly placed at the entrance of the shop. A stack of books lay piled beautifully upon a wooden table, their covers adorned with images of a green eyed wizard engaged in different situations and scenarios.
Intrigued, Heather approached the table, her fingers tracing the edges of the books as she read the titles with growing wonder. "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone," "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets," "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" - each title seemed to beckon her closer, their familiarity so bazaar that she had to stop herself from laughing hysterically.
With trembling hands, Heather selected the first book in the series and began to read, her heart racing with disbelief as she lost herself in the world of magic, wonder and pain contained within the pages.
Hours passed in a blur as Heather devoured the book, her mind whirling with the possibilities of that opened up with this new discovery. But as the sun began to set on the horizon, casting long shadows across the marketplace, Heather knew that it was time to plan on how to come back to her reality.
Leaving the bookshop, Heather looked around one last time, feeling like she was just inside a crazy dream and that this would all just go away, but as she hid behind an alley and summed up an enormous amount of magic just to apparate, she knew that this was real and that as always, Fate is going to take her into one wild ride.