Chapter 1

The clock was ticking to fast for my liking. To fast for this day at least. I was miserable. My hands shook where the rested by my side as I walked very non casually down the street of this city. I looked at my watch for what seemed like the ten thousandth time today. I turned left at my house and walk up the long driveway of what is muggle Danish ambassador. Who currently, is my father.

Living in muggle London is such a drag. I honestly don't know how so many people do it. I just have to last three more measly hours though.

I don't know how I'll do it.

Maybe I should start with an introduction.

My name is Solvey Pederson, and I am a witch.

I'm originally from the greatest land in the world, also known as Copenhagen, Denmark. My father has, for as long as I remember worked for the government of Denmark, and has recently been promoted to work as Ambassador to England. But while my dad is a muggle worker, my mom works in the real government, the wizard government that is.

She's always worked for the Danish National Confederation of Wizards and Witches as head of the Muggle Defense Unit, but when my dad was promoted to England my mom was transferred to the Ministry of Magic in England, and was put immediately in charge of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts team, which was super impressive because she was the first woman in charge of the unit.

Yeah, my mom's sort of a bad-ass.

But for me, that means I also was open to going to the best magical school in the world, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But also means it looks super suspicious when I go to boarding school for most of the year. So I go to both, it's amazing what a time turner can do.

Give you twice the homework, I guess.

But it's the time of year now when I don't have to worry, the beginning of August meant that Hogwarts hadn't started yet so I only had to worry about muggle school, not that I was too worried about it anyway.

But one of the best things about moving to England for me is the Order of the Phoenix. I love it so much, and though I'm not an official member I am tasked with one of the most important tasks in recent history.

I'm going to kill Lord Voldemort.

I mean, probably, there is of course a very big chance I'll die instead, but hey, what's a little risk?

That brings me to now, I had to run home for my lunch hour to grab my wand and a few other potions and things to cast some protections on my school. Because yeah, it's going down there.

Maybe not the best idea but hey, what's a little risk?

So now I climb the stairs to the alcove at the top of the stairs, with the muggle protection charm lifted this morning by my mother I grab what I need out of the cabinet. I leave it there until I can bring it and go to real school later.

Oh, and I should probably mention that I'm a fourth year. So I have a little experience with this kind of thing.

But then I realise I have to go now back to school just to make it by the bell, but I can't help but wander along the streets slowly, I have the time turner after all, and though I know I'm not supposed to use it for things like this, I can't help but use it to help a little every once in a while.

I somehow end up at school with just enough time to run the protection potion along the edge of the classroom before even my teacher arrives at the classroom.

I take a seat at my unassigned assigned seat and watch as the teacher and kids filter in one by one, a few saying hello to me including one of my best friends Lauren, before the teacher takes role and starts teaching.

Maths, not a favorite.

But I can't pay attention today. I look back at the clock.

Thirteen minutes.

Wow, how time moves slowly in the muggle world.

But I turn to doodling in my notebook, and slyly move my hand into my backpack and cast a silent locking and silencing charm on the door, silently happy my teacher does not allow students to leave during class.

Then I doodle some more.

Then I hear it.

A slow hissing. But I know what it's saying.

There here.

I should probably try to explain before it happens, but I don't think I have time. And I don't know quite what I can and cannot say yet.

Then a shrill ringing goes through the classroom.

"Is that the fire alarm?" Someone asks from behind me.

Then a puff of black ash erupted in the classroom.

"Class, grab your buddy and lets go towards the door."

Lauren reaches over to me, she's my buddy.

"This isn't a fire."

"What, Solvey let's go."

"We can't."

"Ms. Brown the door is locked." Someone says frantically from the door probably.

"Just unlock it Bernie."

"It's not unlocking."

Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, the cloud the most hideous human form appeared, with a slithering green snake by his side.

"Hello Tom." I say, looking him dead in the eyes.

"Hello Solvey." He speaks, his voice is shrill but deep, and just as smooth as someone trying to win someone over.

"Well, we might as well get this over with."

"Are you sure you don't wish to say goodbye?"

"These people are nothing to me."

"That's a lie."

"Yeah, because you're the expert in muggle relationships."

His eyes gleam at me, a gleam from the dead soulless eyes that I have grown to know.

Then I notice the muggles, cowering seeing my wand and from this man who appeared out of ash.

"Well, what are you waiting for."

"You to realise one of us is not walking out of this room."

I knew that, he didn't think I did.

"I know that. I guess it's time to find out who it'll be."

And with that an explosion flies out of his wand.

And an explosion ripples the room, one silent curse after another. For what feels like hours.

Then I do it.

I hit Nagini. She flies, and hits the floor, motionless.

I have him weak. Her wounded momentarily weakening her master, who flies backwards.

And I have it with me. The Sword of Gryffindor. I go to pull it out of my backpack. The cold metal feels good in my hand. An artifact given to me by Dumbledore to do this very task.

I walk dangerously close to the object of my trials, only now noticing the screaming of the muggles, which is deafening as I approach the snake.

I do it without looking, I still have feelings, no matter how evil the animal.

I decapitate her. Feel her shudder once and move once and then twitch for the last time.

Then I look towards her owner. The sword is heavy in my hand.

"You won?" He asks from the floor where he lays.

"I guess so, unless you have a trick up your sleeve."

"I never thought it would end like this, with, that. I knew he had it, I just thought he would never be crazy enough, thoughtless enough."

"Dumbledore knows what he is doing."

"But he knows that can't kill me." His voice is soft, and, human. He's trying to let me know something.

"Of course," I can't help but grimace, that will be his final sentence, "but I can."

And with that I plunge my wand into his heart. Twisting it once and reciting the incantation created specifically for this purpose.

"Ejiciam Foras!"

And he shudders, and returns to the ash he came from. Silently screaming in agony as he returns to what he once was.

I couldn't believe it.

I really didn't think I would win.

Like, honestly. I can't help but crumble under the weight of my own success.

"I'm alive?" My voice is weak and shaky as the question dies in mid air.

I still hear their screams, their cries, their sobbing.

"I'm alive!" then the laughter bubbles up inside me.

It escapes, and my laughter fills the room, spinning around and filling the ears of the screaming teenagers and teacher around me.

And I can't stop, the screaming stops, but the nervous giggling doesn't stop, the cackle from the weight of the world being lifted off my shoulders doesn't stop. I can't stop laughing.

Then I see the muggles.

The bubbles all pop.

"So, yeah… I guess I should explain."

"Um...yeah." Lauren says, giving me a scared, and kind of mad look.

"The thing is, I don't really know how much I can tell you guys. You'll just have to wait a little for backup."

They look at me shocked. I do wish I could say I prepared for this part, but I did kind of suspect that we would all be dead by now, so planning was minimal.

"So, how's everyone's day going?"

My question is met with blank stares.

"Solvey, what was that? Who was that? What is going on here?"

"Again, Ms. Brown I really don't know what to say. No, I know what I want to say, I just don't know what I can say. It's kind of complicated, in a few minutes some people should arrive to explain pretty much everything."

More stares. I think that the shock is getting to a few though, their bodies shaking violently and their faces remaining vacant. I realise I should probably do something so I move to the seats behind me, most mushed by magical force, a few students flinch as I move, some are seemingly frozen in place. But this is something I was prepared for.

The calming draught.

When I reach my backpack I take out a large vial which contains a blue glowing liquid. I hear a few gasps but keep moving, towards the students this time.

"This is a potion, it will calm you nerves and make you feel much better."

I move towards one of the motionless students, Ryan, first,I figure they are most likely to not knock it out of my hands. I move the draught up to Ryan's mouth. I pour a little into his mouth and then watch my classmates' faces contort into horror as I tilt back his head and the potion slides down his throat.

Then he crumples to the floor.

Screams insue.

"NO, NO, NO I promise he's okay, just give him a few seconds." I scream before they could attack me or something.

I watch Ryan though, he doesn't seem to be stirring. And I made this draught myself. And I would love to say that potions is my best class at Hogwarts, but it is probably my worst.

But then he stirs.

"Wha...what was that."

"Ryan I gave you a potion to make you calm down, how do you feel?"

"I feel, okay. Actually, I feel pretty great."

"I'm glad, so who's next?"

It took only about five minutes for everyone to have taken the draught and to be feeling better, but still giving me question about what had just happened.

"I just have the feeling that the Ministry, the government that is, is trying to figure out what they are doing about this before they are able to come in. It shouldn't take too much longer."

They look at me a little before shaking their heads.

"That guy was, bad, right? You are the good side, right?" Lauren, oh she of little faith.

"Of course, he was probably the most evil entity in the natural world at the moment, well him and his little sidekick."

"His snake?"

"Yes, Nagini, she's actually kind of a interesting piece of the puzzle, I had to kill her first. It's again something I don't know if I could tell you about. I mean, I should be able to, if I tell you too much we can just erase you memory, But she really might be the most interesting part of the story, and all the pieces that come before her," there are a few gasps, "and if I get my way you'll get your explanation and maybe a little adventure."

"What do you mean, 'adventure?'"

"If you're lucky you might just see."

With that I look back at my watch, it's been ten minutes with no word from anyone.I start to wonder if they are even keeping an eye on me at all.

Just as that thought enters my head there is a sharp knock on the window.

I look over and on the windowsill sits a young barn owl, with a letter pitched in its beak.

"Ah, here we are."

I open the window and pop out the screen, then reach out and take the letter from the owl.

"Thank you!" I tell the owl, who nips my hand kindly and bows his head lightly. Then he turns and flies off.

I see the wax seal and now immediately it is from the Minister of Magic. I break the seal and open the envelope to read the letter inside.

Dear Ms. Pederson,

There will be members of the ministry to support you shortly. Please reveal nothing to the muggles.

Kingsley Shacklebolt

Minister of Magic

I smile, "Sorry guys, looks like you won't know anything until the ministry gets here, and they won't apparate because it's too obvious, they will probably arrive on foot, which means that it'll take awhile. Unless there's a portkey they're using, which I guess is kind of likely."

As if on cue there is a flash through the room and while the muggles scream I just shield my eyes and wait until I can see the multiple members of the ministry in the room, all with their hands on a coat hanger.

I can see a few of the faces looking in wonder at the scene around them. Including the face of my mother, who has her mouth contorted in a look of pride and horror.

"Well Ms. Pederson, it would appear as though you've done rather well for yourself here." Kingsley sounds almost surprised when he says it, like he can't believe it himself.

Well, I don't blame him, I can't either.

"I would hope so, with all the trouble I went through, to have no payoff?" I feel my mom sighing at my sarcasm.

"Yes, so what now?" The question comes from someone I don't know, probably an auror, none of which I actually know the names of, though meeting them multiple times.

"I feel like I owe them an explanation. Even if we are just going to go right to erasing their memories." I smile at my friends while I say it, not really knowing how to say that without sounding condescending.

"Yeah, I think so too." Ms. Brown's voice is shrill, like she normally sounds but a little higher, like she doesn't know what is going on or what to do about it.

Like I know.

"Ok, a simple explanation is in order I guess."

Well, what started as a simple explanation ended in a two hour long lecktor about the entire wizarding history.

I have a feeling that the muggles were more confused now than when we started.

So was I honestly, History of Magic was another one of those classes I was not the greatest in.

But I wanted something out of this too.

I wanted to take them to Hogwarts. And I know it sounds like a stupid idea, but it was very close to the beginning of the magical school year, one week exactly actually, and I wanted to know how it felt to be noticed at Hogwarts, for something crazier than being known as the girl that has the accent and is an unofficial member of the Order. And the girl that is dating Oliver Woods, who for some reason has boosted her social status to levels she never thought possible, but even so, the popular girls three years above me still just call me Sol because they can't say my full name.

But I digress. And my attention is focused back on the people in front of me, who are now all staring at me.

"Solvey, where'd you just go?" My mother's voice is concerned, she knew the effects certain spells could put on you.

"Nowhere, just a crazy thought."

I looked back at Kingsley and gave him my best award winning smile.

"Oh no, what do you want now?"

"Nothing big."

"Why do I think you're lying."

"Because I am."

"What is it.":

"I want to take them to Hogwarts next Tuesday."

The request was met by stares by muggles and wizards alike.

"I'm not kidding."

"Ms. Pederson you know how the Minister would take that request."

"Yes, but I still think it would be an interesting opportunity for the Muggle Studies students." I know how my request sounds, but I really want to head this up.

"Ms. Pederson, the Muggle Studies classes could always just go to London."

"But what is the chance Dumbledore would allow that?"

Kingsley sighs, and in that moment, I know I have him. I know that I have the power of persuasion on my side.

I did just kill Lord Voldemort after all.

"You are sure that this will not affect your school work or prefect duties?"

"Never sir, when was the last time I got distracted?"

My mother gives me a blank stare, "are we forgetting the great Fluffy incident of last year?"

"Ok, but it wasn't my fault that he got away, how was I supposed to know that Fluffy could bite through his leash."

"Have you seen him, and really, distracted by a chocolate frog?"

"I'm sorry but Cedric paid good money for it and I was going to chase it."

At this point the muggles' looks were just blank.

"Look I'll contact Dumbledore tonight just to formally get his blessing, though I believe that he will look at it more as a curiosity and interesting experience anyway. As such, I will have to take the muggles home with me."

Kingsley at this point just sighs, "And why is that Ms. Pederson."

"The barrier, as of now the entire world has forgotten about the people in this room, you have to formally pass through the barrier for everyone to remember again, the muggles that is, every wizard knows about us still. But unless the muggles stay in here until next week we will have to apparate them out of here."

Kingsley looked half impressed, "And you created this magical barrier?"

I looked at him, "Yeah, and I think you're doubting my potion skills."

"I one hundred percent am."

"Well, then take them home with you. But you will have to deal with their memories if they have to go back. Or, you will Mrs. Pederson."

"Of course Kingsley, you know what I can do."

"I don't doubt you for a second, now, let's move out."

And with that, they suck us into the vortex, and I am back home.