𝗟𝗮𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗴𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘇𝗮, 𝘃𝗼𝗶 𝗰𝗵'𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲. - 𝗔𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲, 𝘆𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.

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She still couldn't believe this was real and had to take a few deep breaths to avoid freaking out.

"What a bitch," Fiona thought, angrily. "I didn't ask for any of this to happen, my life was chaotic enough and now I have to socialize with creeps like Tom Riddle?!" She will never forget the way he looked at her yesterday. Like a lifeless doll without any feelings, never having empathy for anyone in his life.

He was a cold-hearted murderer, who wiped out his father's entire family in his fifth year and killed an innocent girl named Myrtle Warren. All that, just to make his stupid Horcruxes. Horcruxes were dark objects, which demanded that he split his soul to keep it in various cursed objects.

This just made him less human than he already was... all because he was so afraid of dying. Tom Riddle was a psychopath, yet for some reason, teenage girls found that attractive. This monstrous boy cannot feel an emotion as complex as love, let alone happiness or contentless - he was just really good at faking it!

"Maybe I should ignore everything that will happen and just find a way to go back home," The girl said out loud. Fiona made sure to destroy the letter so that nobody could find it and be suspicious of her.

She could feel the hysteria bubbling up inside her. There were millions of people's lives in this world who were actually depending on her actions, on whether or not she would be able to prevent the upcoming war.

Fiona felt like she still needed to try to do right by everyone. She didn't want innocent children to die knowing that she could have prevented it.

But first, she had to be selfish and look out for herself, as well as figure out the situation she had found herself in. The girl knew that she wasn't the best at strategically thinking, or the even best student, so she had to place the future knowledge into the best use as she could.

The teenage girl needed to find the Horcruxes he had made, as well as the ones he would in the future, and destroy them. How many had he made now? She needed to know where exactly she was on the timeline of Harry Potter.

Right now, the girl needed to change into the school uniform, search for her wand and timetable, and find out who those supposedly close friends of hers are. They were going to be the hardest to convince that she was Fiona Zabini.

Seconds after she finished changing, the door opened again. It was the platinum-haired boy. Someone called out in the background, "Malfoy and Zabini hurry up!"

The young female's assumption had only been confirmed, he definitely was a Malfoy. The young man checked her appearance and nodded mildly. "Let's go" he only said.

"So a man of few words then," she thought, pensively. "What exactly is Fiona Zabini's relationship with him?" He seemed much too possessive of her last night.

Before she left the room, the girl quickly remembered to take the school bag with her. The pair crossed the common room, which had a dark aesthetic with a touch of classy richness.

She vaguely remembered that the Slytherin Dungeon served as the common room for students in House Slytherin at Hogwarts.

The walls were adorned with portraits of former Slytherin students and other people naturally all associated with the house.

In the middle of the room waited a small group of teenagers. They gave off an aura of superiority. Before Fiona could have said anything, a raven-haired woman took her to the side. The girl hooked her arm under hers and whispered to her, "Where were you last night? I went to your room yesterday, but you weren't there!"

The unfamiliar girl walked with an air of authority in her stride, carrying herself with elegance, but also power. Fiona couldn't help but admire her.

Inwardly, she panicked. Fiona didn't know how to answer that question, but made sure to make her face free of emotion as she said the first thing that came to her mind. "I needed to think about something and needed space, so I went outside."

"You don't nee-" they were interrupted by a cute blonde looking boy.

"Ladies, you didn't miss me too much, I assume?" he asked with a charming smile. Then he looked at the raven haired girl beside her and asked, "Rana do you have the homework for Potions? Of course you have it! I need to copy it before Transfigurations."

Fiona could only stare at him. "Rosier, how often have I told you not to do your homework at the last minute?!" exclaimed Rana in frustration, but reluctantly pulled a parchment out of her bag.

They both gave up a sense of familiarity, and Fiona felt safe with them. These two people must be her supposed close friends, she realized suddenly.

Fiona observed everything instead of saying anything because she didn't know how to behave in front of these unfamiliar people.

The boy looked at her joyfully and she could only give him a little smile. Everything was still alienating for her, but she had to get used to this extraordinary situation or everything would blow up into her face.

Fiona continued to watch the people around her on the way to wherever breakfast was served. Must be the Great Hall, if she remembered correctly. In her break, she needed to find a quiet place to set her whole plan up.

Perhaps she could find the Room of Requirement - if it really existed, that is.

Finally, the whole group of young teenagers came to where the majority of Hogwarts students preferred to have their meals - the Great Hall.

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22/08/2021 Edited by yeosangelic