"What do you think Weasley meant by we are now both a part of this?"

Sebastian asked as he and Ominis walked through the halls of Hogwarts with Piper trailing behind them. She took in the sights of the castle, the halls and architecture was unlike anything she had ever seen. And Piper was an artist, she knew good architecture when she saw it.

"That's what you worried about?" Ominis asked. "I would be more curious and cautious of just where she came from." he replied and Sebastian looked over his shoulder back at the girl who was marveling at the building around them.

"What do you mean?"

He asked his friend. "She said she was from some place named Sereia-" "Savannah." Ominis corrected him. "

But we don't know a thing about this 'Savannah' she's mentioned."

"You could just ask me."

They both turned and Piper looked back at them. There was a smile on her face.

"You know, instead of just talking about me like I'm not here." "Alright," Sebastian said. "Then go on, tell us. What is your home like?"

"First of all, it's not quite as grand as all of this-" She gestured around them. There were no medieval castles in Savannah Georgia.

"We don't have castles. We have cafes. Oh!" realization lit up her face. She pulled something from her pants pocket.

"And these!" "What is that?" Sebastian leaned closer and looked at the small rectangular box in her hand.

"It's a phone, dingus." She said. "A what?" He asked.

"A phone? You know to like call people?" "What's a phone?" Ominis asked, joining the conversation. She swiped her thumb across the glass screen of the phone, unlocking it. "No service, of course." She sighed.

"Do you seriously not have phones?"

The boys shook their heads. "What year am I in?" "1893" Piper's jaw dropped. A look of utter shock took her. "Why?" Ominis asked.

"What year are you from? "2022." The boys exchanged a look. This just got a whole lot weirder for all of them.

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"So if I'm really in 1893 have you learned to like give women rights yet?" She asked as they continued to walk. Piper didn't know where exactly they were going, she didn't know a thing about the castle.

"What?" "You know... woman's suffrage. Which it sounds like a bad thing but it's actually a really good thing."

"What is suffrage?" Ominis asked. "The right to vote?" Piper said as if it were obvious. "Can women vote?" "No." Ominis replied. "Really? Damn. I went back far enough to predate women's suffrage." Piper said to herself.

"Well at least in the muggle world they can't." "Muggle world?" "Yes," "What do you not abide by normal people rules here in magic land?"

Ominis looked appalled by her calling their world 'magic land' but he answered her anyways.

"No, actually, we don't. We have our own governing forces, the Ministry of Magic for example oversees us. And from what I understand there have been several witches pushing for the right to vote, it won't be long now I take it." "oh." Piper said simply. "Good for them." she added with a nod.

Without warning, a sound raged through her ears, vibrating her ear drums. It was a high pitch squeal almost, like a ringing in her ears. She buckled down to the ground and clasped her hands over her ears in pain. A whimper fell from her lips.

"What in the-" "What happened?" Ominis asked, and both boys drew closer to her to see if she was alright.

"Piper?" Sebastian uttered. She moved her fingers quickly to suddenly turn off her hearing aids. The world, to Piper, fell silent.

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"Piper? Piper!"

She slowly adjusted her hearing aids, allowing her to hear the world once again.

"Are you alright?" "What just happened?" The Slytherin boys asked her as she slowly regained herself.

"Fine. I'm fine." She told them. "There was just some interference with my hearing aids." She said. "Although, I have no idea what could be emitting any kind of frequency that would interfere with them in 1893."

Sebastian and Ominis stared at her.

"Whats a hearing aid?" Ominis asked and then it dawned on her. This was 1893. They didn't have hearing aids.

"Oh!" she said with a grin.

"Hearing aids are these little devices," She turned her head and brushed her hair aside, letting them see her earlobe. There was what looked like a large silver bean that sat just behind the cusp of her ear between her cartilage and her head. Snaking down into her ear was a thin clear wire.

"They help me hear." She told them, but that much was obvious with the name.

"I was born almost completely deaf. I have used the hearing aids since I was two." she added. "Can you hear without those things? At all?" Ominis asked.

"A little. It's just very very muffled. Sometimes they don't work, technical issues and what not, so I've learned to read lips and use sign language, but the frequency they just picked up on was unlike anything I've ever experienced before."

"Hey, Piper?" Sebastian spoke up. "I think I found what made your hearing devices go haywire." He said and Piper looked to him.

What she saw almost knocked the wind right out of her. Sebastian pointed to a crack in the wall of the castle. It was just like the crack from before, only she hadn't seen that one. She only heard of it, described by Sebastian himself.

"Is that-" "It is." Sebastian said with a nod. "It's exactly like the one from before."

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"I wonder-"

Piper extended her fingers as she leaned down towards the glowing crack in the wall.

"Don't."

Ominis snapped and slapped her hand away.

"Why?" Piper asked.

"You don't know anything about it." he said. "Exactly." Piper countered. "I don't know anything about it." She continued and reached her fingers out towards the emerald glow again.

The hue kissed her fingertips. She was so close to whatever it was. "I wonder..." She began.

"Piper." Ominis said firmly. But Piper looked to Sebastian, his eyes were just as entranced by the glow as hers were. The color of fresh green grass danced over him like it did her, and it suited him.

"What if it could take me back home." She began. But then she remembered what waited for her back home and her fingers faltered.

Her brother, now dead. His body riddled with holes, wounds and bullet exit holes. Blood would have seeped through by now, he would have been laying in a pool of it.

Then there were her paintings, the one she had started for Hailey at the cafe back in Savannah. And then there was Savannah, the bustling southern town was quite different from where she found herself now. The only think linking them was this very castle.

Her own professor couldn't understand it. How a person could paint the same thing over and over again, every detail exactly the same. But home was home, all the same. She reached out to the glowing splinter in the wall and just as her fingers grazed it, that same violently loud ringing filled her ears.

The interference.

She screamed and the green consumed her.