HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT & WIZARDRY

⏳March 21, 1997⌛️

I STARED at the man who was dressed in black from head to toe. No sight of color on him what-so-ever. It didn't take a genius to figure out this was Severus Snape, the man who kills Albus Dumbledore.

"Severus this is Adriel Pembroke. Adriel, Severus Snape." Albus introduced us.

Before Severus could utter a word I beat him to it.

"I know who he is." I spoke with attitude.

Albus looked slightly flabbergasted at my quick change of mood. I subconsciously squeezed the straps of my backpack in slight anticipation.

"American." Severus observed squinting his eyes slightly as if judging me, I couldn't help but feel offended.

"You got a problem with that buddy?" I asked my words laced with a slight Southern twang now.

One thing I may have forgot to mention is that being a Nephilim my emotions are extremely heightened. Which in other words means be prepared for some intense mood swings.

Both men looked baffled by my change of attitude for the second time within a three-minute span. Albus cleared his throat in an attempt to relieve some of the tension that was now filling the air. Thanks to me of course.

"Adriel is a transfer student coming from North America. She still is in need of her school supplies I'm afraid, and I'm far too busy to accompany her as of right now. You wouldn't mind would you Severus." Albus questioned a twinkle in his blue eyes.

How does he even do that?

"Of course not, but if I may interject why was this not finished before she got here?" Severus gritted obviously not happy about needing to take me to Diagon Alley.

What made this situation worse was when Albus turned to me obviously expecting me to think up a lie on the spot. This was probably a test to see how well I can lie under circumstances.

"I come from non-magical parents." I told Severus with a slight twitch to my eye.

I watched as his look quickly morphed into that of annoyance before it vanished. He was annoyed that I was born from 'non-magical parents'. If only that Hairless-Ape knew of my true heritage.

"Off the two of you go now. We don't want Miss Pembroke anymore behind than she already is." Albus waved the two of us to his fireplace.

I looked at the fireplace curious as to why Albus would wave us over there. I noticed Severus roll his eyes at me before walking over to the fireplace.

Severus picked up a small wooden box that was conveniently placed on the mantelpiece. I watched in confusion as he scooped a glittery green powder into his hands.

"This is called Floo powder it's used to travel by Floo Network, which connects nearly every Wizarding household and building." Severus informed me drawling out his words slightly.

I nodded understanding. This was actually really amazing. The Witches of New Orleans had nothing like that.

"When traveling by Floo powder it's is important that you speak clearly, shut your eyes, don't fidget, and most definitely do not panic." Severus told me sternly.

"Okay got it eyes closed, no fidgeting, and no panicking."

"Good now watch me do it first." Severus stepped into the fireplace.

"Diagon Alley!"

In a burst of motion Severus was engulfed by green flames. I watched in amazement as his body disappeared. The fireplace looked completely untouched.

"That's like so lit." I say in 2015 slang.

Albus gave me look realizing I was using words from the future.

"Adriel." Albus started to warn me.

I rolled my eyes before saying "Yeah, yeah, I know, keep my vocabulary from the past."

"We'll talk more about the rules when you get back." Is all Albus replied with.

Rules?

With a slight huff I walked over the mantelpiece and grabbed the Floo powder from the box.

Confidently I stepped into the fireplace with a small smirk.

"Diagon Alley!" I spoke clearly my American accent lacing each word.

It was odd to say the least. I watched as green flames that were surprising cold licked up my body. Then nothing.

The flames simply diminished like they did with Severus, the only difference being I was still there.

I was still standing in the same place, looking at Albus from inside his fireplace.

Well I feel like an idiot.

I quickly got out of his fireplace with a slight look of irritation written on my face.

"It didn't work." I stated the obvious.

Albus didn't reply, but instead studied me as if trying to figure why it didn't work. His eyes lit up as he obviously found the answer why.

"It's quite simple Adriel, you're blocking it. I've never seen anything like it, but you're definitely blocking it." Albus told me in slight amazement.

"How?" Is all I asked not at all phased by it.

As cocky as it sounded stuff like this happened all the time. Practically every spell the New Orleans Witches used didn't effect me. Unless it was a spell that was specifically created for me in particular. Even then those spells didn't work all the time.

"I believe it's mental. I have a hunch saying you naturally have a sort of shield around you blocking you from most magic. My guess would simply be, take it down. Allow yourself to travel with it instead of staying still and blocking it out."

With a slight nod to the head I grabbed some Floo powder and got back into the fireplace. With full concentration I allowed any protection that I had naturally been giving off down.

As soon as it was gone I almost felt naked. Never in my life had I felt so vulnerable. I absolutely loathed it.

With no time to spare I spoke the words loud and clear.

"Diagon Alley!"

Green flames came into view before I felt myself being pushed and pulled. I was twisted and turned, it was a feeling I'd never forget. It felt nasty to say the least. Teleporting was faster as well as more convenient. Hell, even time travel was better than that.

Finally it ended and my feet hit ashy ground once more. My shoes were most likely ruined by now. With a slight grunt I stepped out of the fire place.

I could tell I was in some sort of Pub. I looked around at all the oddly dressed Wizards in robes and pointy hats of all colors.

"You've kept my waiting long enough." Severus's voice snapped at me.

I turned to see him staring at me in pure annoyance not bothering to hide it anymore.

"Non-magical parents, remember?" Is all I muttered to him in reply.

"What 'ave we got 'ere Severus?" A rather loud voice came from behind me.

I turned around only to see an older looking man cleaning a few glass cups from behind a bar. Just as I suspected we were in some kind of Pub or Tavern.

"The girls name is Adriel Pembroke, newest student at Hogwarts." Severus replied gripping my arm and pushing me forward slightly so the man may get a better look at me.

It took all my power to refrain from obliterating him on the spot. The man looked me up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. His gaze lingered at my feet before he brought his eyes back up to meet mine.

What was he staring at?

That's when it hit me and I mentally cursed myself. It wasn't everyday you see a young Witch walk in wearing an outfit like mine. Yeah, I probably should have chosen something more appropriate for the Wizarding World in 1997.

"Muggle-born I assume?"

Well this guy has like no filter at all.

I simply scoffed flashing an extremely obvious fake smile.

These people had no idea.

"Yes she is. Please excuse her attitude she has yet to discover that Hogwarts puts up none of this nonsense." Severus aimed the last part toward me.

"Not a student yet." I grumbled under my breathe to which Severus completely ignored.

"Tom." The bartender said to me before going back to cleaning his cups.

Tom. I like that name.

Without another word Severus swiftly walked away and toward the back of the Pub his robes billowing behind him. I followed behind earning several looks from Wizards and Witches.

Soon he stepped outside me hot on his tail. He stood facing a brick wall making no move to do anything.

"Um hello? There's nothing here." I said looking at him incredulously.

Without a word he pulled a long black stick out of his robes. I soon recognized the stick as a wand. The Witches of New Orleans had no wands.

Severus tapped the bricks with his wand in a pattern that I didn't bother to memorize. Amazingly enough the bricks to the wall started to spin and reveal an opening.

Diagon Alley was not at all what I had expected. In my mind Diagon Alley should have been alive with color, magic, as well as Witches and Wizards running around buying random items that caught their eye.

Instead what I saw was a ghost of that. There were maybe three or four people max walking down the Alley. Abandoned shops and restaurants littered around the entire alley. Only few shops remained open. The only color I saw was coming from a large corner store. A huge mannequin smiling a one of the largest smiles I've ever seen was wearing a top hat, below it a sign read in huge bold letters Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

"We can get everything but your wand here. As you can tell Ollivanders is no longer running therefore I will take you somewhere else to purchase a wand." Severus informed me.

Didn't the man realize I had no clue what Ollivanders was?

"Can we go there?" I pointed to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

Severus looked to where I was pointing before his eyes widened considerably.

"Absolutely not." Severus hissed with so much venom in his tone it took me off guard.

Without another word he took long strides presumably to a shop expecting me to follow. I stomped after him like the brat I was, angry about not getting to go into the cool looking store.

Soon enough Severus randomly stopped walking causing me to run into his back. Slowly he turned to look at me a scowl on his lips. I avoided eye contact or else I would've burst out laughing on the spot.

With a shake of his head Severus turned to look at a shop. The shop was surrounded by other buildings that were either abandoned or out of business. At the top of the shop printed in beautifully scripted writing stood the words 'Madam Malkin's'.

This was obviously a clothes shop as multiple mannequins were seen in windows wearing popular Wizarding clothing of all kind. No words were exchanged as Severus and I walked inside.

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"Ouch!" I exclaimed as I was yet again poked with another pin.

"This vould' not 've happening if you vould' just stay still." The seamstress reprimanded me in a thick German accent.

I stood on a pedestal in front of mirror in nothing but my undergarments. The seamstress was measuring my body for skirts, shirts, and robes as I speak.

Finally the seamstress walked away from the dressing area most likely to go get me my uniform. Severus was sitting in the waiting area most to his annoyance. He was not a patient man. A couple minutes later the seamstress walked back holding multiple pairs of skirts and shirts as well as two grey robes with Hogwarts symbol.

She set it down on a end table just a inches away from me before walking back out. Curiously I stepped down from the pedestal and walked over to my clothes. Using my advanced hearing I listened for the seamstress.

Being a Nephilim really has advantages such as heightened senses as well as an unlimited amount of power, quite literally. Finding the seamstress was at the other end of the store I quickly made a uniform appear on my body.

I looked in the mirror at myself. I snickered quietly as I couldn't help but think I looked exactly like one of those preppy school girls you always see in movies. The white dress shirt was tucked into my grey skirt, while my robes hung loose over my body stopping just above my ankles.

I didn't like it.

In my opinion the robes were far to long. I mean how do you walk and not trip? And wouldn't the white dress shirt get hot? I guess the school was in Scotland and it was pretty cold there, but still. The skirt was alright I guess, I just wasn't really a fan of skirts in general.

I immediately recoiled thinking about how women only wore dresses and skirts in the 1940's, no pants. Of course when I usually went back in time I was almost always needing to where a dress or skirt as to not stick out, but I only ever really stay in a different time period five days max.

I was brought out of my thought bubble as the sound of footsteps got closer. As soon as the the seamstress walked in I was back in my undergarments and the uniform was folded back on the end table neatly. It was like nothing ever happened.

The seamstress was holding three shoe boxes in one arm while four pairs of ties and seven pairs of socks were being gripped tightly in her other. She dropped the shoe boxes by the pedestal while she folded the ties in with my shirts.

The seamstress handed me one pair of socks throwing the rest in with my skirts. She bent down taking one shoe box and opening it. Inside were a pair of some horrendous looking shoes. They were a shiny black color with buckles up front. It definitely wasn't the ugliest pair of shoes I've seen, but they still looked pretty bad.

"Try these on." The seamstress ordered handing me the pair of shoes.

I slipped the socks on and then squeezed my feet into the shoes.

What a surprise they weren't comfortable either. 

Looking into the mirror I cringed inwardly. I should really be used to this though considered I was just wearing multiple pair of the most hideous shoes ever back when I was in the 1600's.

The socks were a simple grey that came just below my knees. The shoes didn't look as bad as I first thought now that I was really getting a good look at them.

"Do they fit alright." The seamstress asked looking at the shoes in approval.

I nodded my head to her in confirmation too afraid that if I opened my mouth I would tell her how ugly I thought the shoes actually were.

"Okay, let me get some stockings and a sweater or two and you'll be all finished here." The seamstress said happily.

"Das sind viel besser als die anderen Schuhe, die sie hatte." The seamstress mumbled in German before walking out.

[Those are way better than those other shoes she had on.]

The seamstress thought I couldn't understand her. As her back was turned I flipped the women off. Perks of being a Nephilim I can understand pretty much every language to exist.

Europeans are rude.

In the end I ended up having seven pair of skirts, nine pairs of shirts, two robes, seven pairs socks, three pairs of stockings, fours ties, and three pairs of shoes. I forgot how much it cost but she seemed more than happy with the amount I gave her.

I held the bags full of clothes tightly in my left arm while following Severus.

"So where are we off to next?" I questioned.

"Flourish and Blotts bookseller." Severus informed me.

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I had just bought the two books needed for my fifth year at Hogwarts. I read the two title curiously.

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5.

Defensive Magical Theory.

With a slight hum I looked up at Severus. Severus looked around the street before holding out his arm. I hesitantly grabbed onto his arm as soon as my hands touched he grabbed it rather roughly and held on tightly.

"I'm going to apparate us, do not let go." Is all Severus said.

In a haste I quickly took down my shields again, just as they came down my world started to spin. This was so much worse than Floo powder. I'd rather teleport everywhere.

As fast as it had came it was gone. My feet it the ground and my legs felt like jelly. I almost collapsed on the spot, but soon got a hold of myself. With a small sigh I took in my surroundings. It was cold. Like really, really cold.

Santa Cruz, Argentina. I figured it out. I looked at Severus as to say 'what the hell are we doing here.'

"This is where we are going to get your wand." Severus sniffed before walking off.

I followed behind noticing we were in a village of sorts. It obviously wasn't a very wealthy village as people lived in huts and were cooking there meals outside with camp fire. As we passed people kept staring at us, more so me. Some stares were of awe, some gratefulness, and even some of suspicion.

It wasn't until we passed small church that I realized what was going on. These people were extremely religious. They could all feel the holy energy I was giving off. They suspected I was something that wasn't human. It wouldn't take very much time before someone decided to confront us.

I quickened my pace so I was walking right next to Severus. Severus didn't seem affected by the stares at all. Then again he probably thought they were looking because of our clothing, not because the holy energy surrounding us.

Curiosity unfortunately got the best of me and soon I was looking into villagers minds.

"God has graced us with the presence of an angel."

"Her beauty and energy is that of an angel, are we being rewarded finally?"

"Why has an angel come to visit now, and with this greasy haired man?"

"An angel walking among us for the first time?"

"The angel has come to punish me for my sins!"

The last thought caught my attention. I watched as a man in his mid thirties ran back into his hut leaving his half eaten dinner untouched outside.

So these people thought I was an angel?

I mean I guess technically they're sorta right. I have the wings and grace of an angel. Shaking it off I noticed we were coming up on an actual house.

House wasn't a good term more like a cabin or cottage. The cabin wasn't very big but it was considerably bigger than the huts. The cabin was made of log and had smoke coming from the chimney up top.

Severus quickly knocked on the wooden door with much force. I looked behind us only to notice multiple villagers looking at us curiously. Some were even getting up and walking toward us. My eyes widened and I faced the front door again hoping someone would answer.

The wooden door creaked open a bit and a man's head poked out. The man must've been in his late thirties early forties as his hair was starting to grey.

"Severus!" The man cried out in a boisterous voice.

The door swung open fully revealing the man's whole body. The person was a bit taller than Severus and his body was covered in large fur clothing alike to the rest of the people in the village. His hair long reaching past his shoulders with a beard that was braided down. His olive colored skin told me he spent hours outside.

"Come in! Come in!" He said excitedly his Latin accent sticking out like a sore thumb.

Severus wasted no time in walking into the warm cottage. I followed him hot on his heel. I turned just as the man was shutting door seeing a large amount of villagers staring at us herded around the house.

"It has been to long my friend!" The man said bringing Severus in for a hug.

My eyes widened as I watched Severus hesitantly hug back.

I didn't think Severus had any friends.

"And who is this young lady?" He asked Severus as they pulled out of the hug.

"This Adriel Pembroke newest student at Hogwarts. Adriel meet Sergeo Navarro, the Santa Cruz wand dealer." Severus drawled out.

It was quite funny to say the least. They were polar opposites, Sergeo's eyes held warmth that made you want to trust him while Severus's eyes were cold.

"Ah new to the Wizarding World I see! Congratulations! Let me guess in need of a wand? Of course I have plenty all hand made by me used from only the finest ingredients. I will be right back with a few wands I want you test. Oh how I love new Wizards getting their wands for the first time." Sergeo ranted before I could get a word in.

Sergeo left us in his living room walking away with a bounce in his step.

Well this is interesting.