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A Matter of Time	By : AdaraB Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 7796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything in the Harry Potter universe. I own nothing and I make no profit off of this story.

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Chapter 2 – The Past, Not the Future

The first thing Ashleigh realized as she felt her nausea pass was that it had stopped raining. The second and most important however, was all the noise she heard and classified as abnormal since she was outside and everyone else was on the bus. Looking up she saw twenty or so pairs of eyes staring back at her. Quickly she put her head back down, shook it, and looked back up. The scene did not change. She did notice however that there were some very familiar desks occupying the room and that all of who she assumed was students were wearing matching black robes that hung to mid calf. The only difference being the patch on the left breast and the color of the ties they wore. The students were staring at her as if she were an alien, their wide eyes denoting fear or something like it. During their staring contest she heard nothing but the sound of her own breathing. It felt like hours that she stared at the students but must have been only seconds, minutes at the most as their teacher chose that moment to reenter the room. With an audible gasp Ashleigh turned to meet the teacher face to face and started to let a strangled laugh escape her lips. She had never seen anything so funny. An old woman dressed in green tartan (she had learned the difference between plaid and tartan during her time in Scotland) and as a witch no less. Her pointed hat, which had black feathers sticking out of a black sash, even matched. The old woman however, was not amused.

“Who are you? And what do you find so amusing?” The old woman asked in an unforgiving tone, simultaneously pointing a stick at her.

This caused Ashleigh to laugh even harder as she struggled to stand. She stumbled over to what she assumed was the teachers desk and leaned against it until her laughter subsided. Noticing everyone was staring at her as if she had gone crazy she sobered completely. Looking back at the teacher, who still had her stick still pointed at her, she decided to introduce herself before the woman poked her eye out.

“I’m Ashleigh Grey and I found that a woman dressed like a witch and in tartan no less, pointing a stick at me is highly amusing.”

The teacher looked dumbfounded; she apparently didn’t know how to respond to her comment.

The students however looked amused as well, some of them however were still eying her warily, mainly the ones with the red and gold ties.

“Why are you dressed like that anyway? This isn’t a school for the performing arts is it?”

“It most certainly is not and you would do well to remember your manners if you have any.” The woman replied in sharp retort.

“I don’t see a need to use manners since this is just a figment of my subconscious.”

“What are you talking about girl?”

“This, all of this,” she said gesturing around, “is not real. I mean how it could be. One minute I was standing out in the rain at the Ruins and the next I’m here in a class room talking to a witch, it seems. So of course it isn’t real. I must have fell and hit my head or something.” She said, feeling her scalp for bumps.

Everyone just stared at her as if they had just realized something.   Suddenly one of the female students wearing a red and gold tie rushed forward and grabbed the gold chain around her neck. Turning to her teacher she said in fast succession, “Professor McGonagall, she came here by time turner!”

Professor McGonagall rushed forward and looked at what the girl held in her hand. Looking up at Ashleigh she asked “Are you a witch?”

“Of course not.” Ashleigh replied indignantly.

“Where are you from? I can tell you are American by your accent.”

“Baltimore, Maryland.”

“When are you from?”

“What do you mean?”

“What year was it where you were before you ended up here?”

“2047.”

McGonagall’s face became suddenly pale, as did the girl’s. Ashleigh, wondering what was going on, started questioning again.

“What’s wrong?”

“My dear, would you please come with me?”

“Tell me what is going on right now. I’ll give you fair warning, I am possibly the most stubborn person you will ever meet so don’t even try to outdo me.”   She said firmly.

Professor McGonagall looked at the young woman. Her hazel eyes, a mixture of grey, green and almond brown stared her down.

Slowly she answered the young woman as best she could until Professor Dumbledore could be informed of the situation.

“This is not a dream or a figment of your subconscious. This devise you have around your neck is a time turner. It allows the wearer to travel back in time. This year, the year you traveled to, is 1997.”

Ashleigh felt her knees going weak and felt a headache coming on. She then realized you can’t feel pain in dreams. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes and she ran from the room stopping just outside the door where she slid down to the floor. She wasn’t so distraught that she would forget that this was a different world and would undoubtedly need help. As she calmed down, she stood up and brushed her hands on her dark blue boot cut jeans. As she did so, an old man dressed in a sea blue wizard’s outfit came walking calmly down the hall. He stopped just short of her.

“Miss Grey, I presume?   He said in an unmistakably British accent.

All she could do was nod her head.

“I am Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” He stated proudly but not obnoxiously. “Please follow me to my office so that we may have a discussion in private.”

Silently she nodded and started walking down the hall beside Dumbledore, taking in the castle as it was in its prime. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing after all. She may get some answers about the mysteriousness of what this place will become, although she suspected it had much to do with magic as it apparently did exist. Reaching a large stone gargoyle, Dumbledore said “Nosebleed Nougat”. At the end of the phrase, the gargoyle began to spin and a staircase began to rise. Wondering what a nosebleed nougat was, she followed his lead and stepped onto the staircase. When the staircase stopped moving, he opened a large paneled wooden door, stepped inside and invited her in with a hand gesture.

“Please have a seat, Miss Grey.” He said as he gestured to a chair opposite his own. “Lemmon drop?”

“Yes please.” She took one of the yellow confections and popped it into her mouth before dropping her bag on the floor and sitting on a plush red high winged backed chair.

Dumbledore smiled as he studied her. She was clearly nervous, he could not blame her, and after all she did come to them from fifty years their future.

“Professor McGonagall tells me that you travelled to us using a time turner you found fifty years in the future?”

“That’s what I’ve been told.”

“It seems we are in a bit of a pickle then.”

This Dumbledore dude was making her more nervous by the second. Narrowing her eyes at him she asked, “What do you mean, a bit of a pickle?”

With a solemn look on his face he said, “Time turners allow the wearer to travel back in time but not forward.”

All she could do was stare at the man after what he had just said. There was a lot of staring going around in the past fifteen minutes.

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A/N: This story has been in progress since 2009, however, I've had writers block quite a few times in the past years. I am finally nearing a close so I've decided to start posting. This is my first story and is more than 30 chapters long so far. I have decided to post multiple chapters so you can get a feel for where the story is going. I will most likely be posting an additional chapter every week so hopefully by the time that last week rolls around I'll have my final chapters finished. Constructive criticism is welcome.
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