A/N: Hello, everyone! This is going to be my second long story. My first is Forever Young, and I'll be writing both of these at the same time. They are in no way related and do not share a story arc. This is a story about a Muggle girl thrown into the Wizarding world after a tragic car accident. It'll be shorter than Forever Young and the chapters will be much shorter as well. I hope you all like it!

~Maya

Anomaly

Chapter 1

People were screaming, she knew that. She couldn't see them, but she knew they were screaming. She was moving really, really fast. Or maybe she wasn't moving at all. Her head wasn't a part of her body, or maybe her body wasn't a part of her head. To be honest, she didn't really know anything at all. Except that people were screaming. High-pitched screams, low, commanding screams. It was giving her a headache. Or it would have given her a headache if her head was a part of her body. She didn't really know. So many screams.

"We need a transfusion, NOW! She's type AB negative, so go get the best you can find. She doesn't have long." A doctor was shouting orders at everyone in the room. "Let's get the victim's name down—Melanie Daniels, age fifteen, height is five feet, three inches. Hair color is dark brown, eyes are blue, I think, and weight, just by looking at her I'd say about forty-five to fifty kilos. You've got it?"

The blonde nurse, scribbling frantically on her clipboard, nodded and walked away.

"Should we start the surgery, doc?" another nurse asked.

There was a lot of light and a lot of noise. Her mother was clutching her hand and screaming, and then she was gone. Torn away. That's when there was a lot of light, and that horrible screeching noise. She felt herself thrown from her seat…something in her side really hurt. She didn't know if she was screaming or not, but it really hurt.

"Is she going to be okay?" a woman, with dark brown hair that was hanging out of a ponytail in wild strands, asked frantically.

The doctor nodded and smiled wearily. "Yes, Mrs. Daniels. Please rest, now. You'll see your daughter in a few moments."

Though she nodded to him, Mrs. Daniels didn't stop her pacing.

So many people in blue surrounded her. It was too dark, she decided. She'd like very much to know who these people were, and why they were poking her side, the side that hurt very much. Unfortunately, she couldn't see them because it was too dark. She missed that moment when there had been a lot of light. Then, suddenly, she screamed, and she didn't miss it at all.

"Darling!" her mother gasped, running into the room to clutch her daughter's hand. "Oh, darling, you're okay!"

"Mrs. Daniels, she will be fine now. The transfusion is over, and it was quite easy. She had some glass stuck in her wound, but it's gone now. She's been stitched up really well, so you've nothing to worry about."

The woman nodded breathlessly. "What about my husband?" She turned to the doctor, eyes wide with fear.

Sighing, the doctor responded, "We don't know."

Something was very strange. If she didn't know better, she'd say her blood was boiling. But she had nothing to be angry about, she realized. It didn't, however, seem as though her blood was boiling from anger. It seemed like it was literally boiling, bubbling like tomato sauce in a pot. She was probably only thinking this because she was craving her mother's spaghetti sauce. But no, she could hear the blood moving, almost whispering, changing. Her body felt different, newer and cleaner, and she felt like she was breathing better than she ever had in her life.

The doctor came into her room. "Mrs. Daniels?"

Still stroking her hand, her mother looked up. "Yes?"

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do. The head trauma was simply too severe. We lost him."

Mrs. Daniels screamed, but not at the doctor's news. Behind him, a glass diagram of the human body had exploded, leaving shards of glass all over the table and floor.

"Oh my goodness," the doctor cried. "How on Earth did that happen?"

But Mrs. Daniels was no longer paying attention. She was slumped in her chair, heaving with sobs. Tentatively, the doctor approached her.

"Mrs. Daniels," he said softly, "there are people who can and will help with this. We can give you references, if that would help you." He opened his mouth to list names, but stopped with a look of panic on his face. Gasping, the doctor clutched his throat, mouthing soundlessly. He fell to the floor, and yelled out loudly. With a look of relief, he cried, "Oh, thank God, my voice…"

The whole time, Melanie's hand had been twitching uncontrollably.

"Well, this is certainly an odd case," said Minerva McGonagall, pursing her lips at the messenger before her.

"Headmistress, ma'am, we just received notice of it in our records at the Ministry. We wouldn't have come to the school, but considering that it's a fifteen year old girl, we thought it more appropriate to bring her here rather than to the Ministry's custody," the Ministry official said, bowing his head.

"Of course, of course. What kind of a school would we be if we left a young girl to the government rather than a good, healthy education? You say she's fifteen?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"All right, well, we'll send a representative to speak to her family, explain the situation, and offer a position here," Professor McGonagall said as she waved him out of the room.

Nodding, the official turned away and walked out the door. Professor McGonagall sighed. "Albus," she murmured, speaking to the large portrait behind her. The man in the portrait smiled.

"Yes, Minerva?" he asked, eyes twinkling.

"It looks like we'll have a new student at Hogwarts."

A/N: All right, so that's the beginning. I'll post another chapter soon. That one will also contain mostly introductory stuff, but after that I'll start in with the plot. I'm not really sure where I'm taking this, or where it's taking me, but I'm definitely open to suggestions!

~Maya