DISCLAIMER: THE ENTIRE STORY AND CHARACTERS BELONG TO LADY JO. I DON'T HAVE ANY SORT OF CLAIM ON THEM. I'M JUST AN ADMIRER WHO CAN'T GET THE BLOODY MUSE TO REST!

SUMMARY: ANDREA GETS THROWN BACK FROM 2011 TO 1995. LOADED WITH INFORMATION ABOUT FUTURE, WILL SHE SUCCEED IN HELPING HARRY CHANGE THE HISTORY? HOW WILL SHE HELP THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX? WILL SIRIUS BLACK AND OTHERS TILL DIE? JUST KEEP FOLLOWING THE STORY TO KNOW.

CHAPTER 1: PAST AND FUTURE COLLIDE

YEAR: 2011

DATE: 2ND APRIL

TIME: 5:00 P.M.

PLACE: WOKING, SURREY

Andrea was tired of the TV. All day long it had been blaring, and it had the right to because it was Cricket World Cup. No matter which country was playing for the finals, the Evans' had to watch it.

Every four was shouted at; every third umpire decision was awaited with loud speculations. It was thrilling at first but then with every strenuous hour, it got too much for Andrea to survive.

Picking up her bag, she checked the contents; laptop, ipod, camera, a pair of T-shirt and denims, wallet, tampons, her bag of toiletteries, flip flops. Everything was in its place.

She tried to remember if she was missing something. Looking around her room she found a bookshelf filled with the books she has read since ever. There were Sidney Sheldon paperbacks, Paolo Cohello, Ken Follett, literature pieces like Mansfield Park, Pride and Prejudice, Wuthering Heights, Anthony and Cleopatra, and also some fantasy novels like all seven Harry Potter books, all four Twilight books, she even had the Dan Brown collection.

However, Andrea quickly scanned the bookshelf and then her eyes landed on her writing desk where her things were scattered about. Don't make assumptions, Andrea was only visiting her family for she worked and lived in London. Andrea was home for the weekend but now it was time to go. As much as she missed home, she couldn't part with her work. She worked as an assistant Architect, so all her time was demanded by her boss, which her mother absolutely hated.

She made her way down the stairs and saw the first visible upset face. Hazel, the liver spotted Dalmatian always knew when somebody was about to leave and the constant whining was the proof of that.

She bends and scratched her behind the ears and startled when somebody spoke.

"I see you too have packed."

"Peter. Are you trying to kill me?" she said putting a hand to her wildly beating heart.

Peter was her elder brother who has been forced to come along with her this weekend. Peter being a product designer was far too busy to make it home except for twice a year.

There he stood grinning unrepentantly. Andrea rolled her eyes, and stood up bracing herself for the goodbye. Even though they didn't live that far away but saying goodbyes was always difficult for her.

Her mother being a very strong lady bade them farewell with warnings to behave and keep in touch, without working up any tears.

Her dad winked at her and whispered theatrically

"Hurry up and go or else she will keep on going."

"Richard!"

Andréa smiled at her parent. They both were perfect for each other. How she missed them and their banter.

"Alright. Bye both of you." Andrea said giving one hug to both of them, turned to cross the street where her brother was waiting for her.

"Don't forget to call when you reach there." her mother called. Andrea turned around, exasperated.

"Really ma we kno-" but she stopped mid sentence because a car screeched and she was standing in the middle of the road.

Horns blared, tires screeched, lights flashed and then all went black.

A sharp pain woke her up. It was very painful; the throbbing in her head. Her eyes watered as she woke up. Her eyes blinked at the light and then she realized it was the last of the sunlight.

Several more second of blinking made her aware that she was not confined to a hospital room with an uncovered window with sunlight streaming through.

She sat up, groaning as she did so. She felt her head and indeed there was an egg sized bump on her head. She looked around and saw that she was lying in a field. A field with almost burnt grass it was that dry, a merry go round, a few swings, and an alleyway just beyond.

In her vision line she saw rows of neat little houses, but that was expected. She got up and winced at the soreness of her neck.

Andrea was a very even tempered girl and she had the heart to take everything in stride but this situation was far too much.

She bumped into a car just outside her house and then she woke up in a deserted field.

As much as she tried to control the panic, she felt it coming in huge waves.

She sat down and tried to breathe properly with her head between her knees. Several minutes gone by, she still was unable to take inventory of her emotions.

Her head shot up as she heard the laughter. She narrowed her eyes as she saw a bulky guy bumping fists with other guys. She took deep breaths and tried to suppress her emotions since they were not helping her.

Her emotional drama had taken quite some time because the sun was completely set and a few stars were showing.

Andrea grabbed her bag and made her way toward the boy she had seen. She tried to find them but couldn't locate.

Things really weren't showing up, she mused. She would have to have some sort of explanation, but she decided that she would think about it later and started walking towards the road.

She had only moved couple steps when she heard a scream from the alley. She shivered in the cold suddenly, and someone was shouting again.

She started moving towards the alley, which really was idiotic but something compelled her. The alley was far too away so she started to run.

Just as she reached the mouth of the alley she saw a large, distorted bat fly away and disappear.

She shivered unconsciously and looked in the alley which was dimly lit. A boy was crouched over another fat boy and was trying to check his vital signs.

Her breaths were coming in short gasps, but still she hurried forward to help.

"Hey, everything alright?" she asked and was startled when the boy jumped back and brandished a stick at her. Wasn't that too short to hit her with, she mused raising an eyebrow.

"Who the hell are you?" he snarled and Andrea was taken aback. Thin guy, about 5'10, black hair, weird specks was looking at her with blatant suspicion.

"Whoa there buddy, I heard the screams and I came to see if everything was alright" she told raising her hands in surrender. The boy blinked and took in her profile. Black long hair tied in a ponytail, T-shirt and jeans with converse and a backpack; she thought she was fine for traveling in the tube.

Apparently so did the guy, because he blinked owlishly and thrust the stick in his back pocket.

"Right. Err... sorry." he muttered and then bends down to lift the unconscious boy. Andrea heaved a sigh and bend to help as well.

"thanks." the other guy mumbled and Andrea smiled.

"No problem. Damn, he is heavy. What does he eat, stones?" the skinny guy actually cracked a smile.

"More like cakes, candies, and unlimited beef"

"Well, if it goes like this, they'll slaughter him instead of the cattle." she said and earned a grin from the boy.

"Haven't seen you here. Are you visiting someone?" the boy asked. They were crossing the houses now, so the streetlight fell on them and she saw that the boy had piercingly green eyes behind those round spectacles. Why did he look so familiar?

"I don't even know where this is?" she mumbled looking around.

"What did you say?"

"Never mind. I'm from Woking and no I'm not visiting anybody, I just happened to be here." Andréa was looking around so she missed the suspicious stare of the boy.

"What's your name?" the boy asked as her eyes fell on the sign 'PRIVET DRIVE'. She felt a cold feeling in her stomach at the sign.

"Andrea Evans and you?" the boy looked at her speculatively.

"Evans, you say?"

"Um... yes. is there a problem?" but the problem arrived before the boy could say anything a lady appeared to be cantering down towards them with a handbag in hand and was wearing tartan slippers.

"Dear me. Harry, are you alright? What happened to Dudley? Dementors! Merlin, I'm going to kill Mundungus" she said this all in a rush.

"Mrs. Figg?" the boy said faintly, and Andrea felt blood rush in her ears.

Harry? Dudley? Dementors? Mrs. Figg? Oh dear lord, she just hoped she was not where she thinks she is!

She looked at the boy properly and then realized that he had a lighting bolt scar on his forehead.

Mrs. Figg was raving as she moved ahead and then vanished into her house, it seems.

".GOD" Andrea murmured in shock. She was in an imaginary world. A world which only was alive in the books. Books that she have read countless times. This was a world where the characters she loved were real.

"What?" Harry asked

"You won't believe it." Andrea replied still in daze. Harry looked at her funnily and muttered

"Try me" this seemed to snap her out of it and she immediately compartmentalized her thoughts. She just was very organized, and this was her way of working in stressful conditions.

"Ok. Here's the deal. We lug this useless lump to the house and then we sit and I tell you everything. Sounds good?"

"Sounds good to me" he responded and they crossed the remaining six houses until they were at number four.

Never in her dreams did she imagine that this would be happening. Then another thought seemed to crop up unintentionally, if she was at the door of number four then it meant that she had crossed the blood wards safely.

Just as soon as the door opened, chaos ensued. Dudley was snatched and was sat down the couch. Just like the book. Andrea thought as the events unfolded in front of her.

Dudley was rattled and just like the book he pointed at Harry. Andrea was right at the door, unnoticed by all when an owl flew in.

It was bizarre. Imagining the act and seeing it with your own eyes was very different. She was contemplating her next move when the opportunity rose itself.

"Where do you think you are going? I haven't finished with you"

"Get out of the way" Harry snarled and at the precise moment Errol flew in. Harry quickly read the letter.

Andrea couldn't help but be surprised. There was no book on' what to do when you find yourself in an imaginary world'.

At that point Vernon started shouting more loudly and Andrea had reached her breaking point. One more insult and she would literally blow up. And to think Harry had to stay here for his entire life.

Andrea waited for Harry to do the explaining about dementors and Voldemort. Bloody pea heads, she thought. She wracked her brain what would happen next when Vernon shouted ''OUT''

Typical Dursley mentality. His mid ranting about Marge blowing up was stopped when Andrea stepped forward.

"Shouldn't you really think before you speak?" her cold voice had three heads snap in her direction.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Vernon Dursley indeed was one fat guy.

"Did you even hear what he just said? Do have any idea what kind of danger would you be in if Harry left?" Harry's eyes narrowed while his aunt's grew larger.

"I demand to know what you are doing in my house."

"Oh pathetic! How do you live with them Harry?" Andrea was exasperated but far from done. "Now Dursley, I'll speak only once and you listen. Right, this evening after your son retired from his daily bullying of the neighborhood kids, he decided to bully his own cousin. Unfortunately for them, two dementors i.e. creatures who guard the wizard prison and they make you relive your worst memories showed up and tried to do Harry in. But fortunately Harry knew how to defend him and for that he had to use magic. Since they are not allowed to do magic outside school before seventeen he was sent an official letter. There are things you won't understand but just try and comprehend the severity of the situation. If Harry wouldn't have done magic, you wouldn't have a son sitting here. Understand?"

All three of them just stared at her.

"Who are you?" Vernon said looking her up and down wondering how she didn't look weird and knew all the weird facts.

"I'm Andrea Evans and an architect. I work for Blacks & Browns, happy?"

"How do you-" Harry was looking up inquisitively

"Know so much, since I'm an architect? That's for you and me to discuss. Now, listen" she addressed Dursley and narrowed her eyes "I know everything about you and your pretences. Try not to fool me. Now get your son in bed and don't disturb us while we talk. Harry, if you please?"

Harry, looked at his uncle who looked about to explode.

"Not one word Vernon if you don't want the director of Grunnings to know how you abuse a minor in your household." that left him white and gave Harry and Andrea a chance to escape.

Harry led the way and Andrea couldn't help but look around. It was all so different from the movies.

They reached his room and Andrea only had a moment to look at majestic Hedwig before a wand was shoved in her jaw.

"Look I know what you are thinking but-"

"Tell me the truth or else I'll…" Andréa couldn't help but snort. Harry really shouldn't make such threats. He was far too gentle to act but considering the recent developments in his life he might just act.

Andrea heaved a huge and painful sigh.

"Ok, I'll tell you everything only if I can move my jaw. You are making it pretty hard."

"Fine, sit and talk." Harry shoved her at the bed and kept his wand trained at her head. Andrea rubbed her jaw and glared at him.

"Couldn't be more polite?" she winced and moved her jaw while taking in the room. There were two single beds lined up on two walls with a writing desk in between, an armoire near the door with Harry's trunk and Hedwig's perch on the other side of the door. Strange! There was supposed to be only one bed.

"Ahem!"

"Jeez, alright! What do you want to know?" Harry was looking positively threatening with his eyes flashing like swords.

"Ok. I'm Andrea Evans like I said before and I'm an architect. Well technically I'm an assistant architect but soon I was going to lead a project that would have given me the promotion I've been working my arse off for."

"What the hell are you doing here? How do you know me?" boy, was he paranoid! Well she could definitely give him the benefit of doubt.

"Fine. Now please don't interrupt me once I start. I will answer all your questions but let me finish first, okay?" Andrea asked and was awarded with a nod.

"Okay. I live in London but my parent live in Woking. I was home this weekend for the Cricket World Cup-"

"But the world cup is next year!" he looked like she was barking mad.

"Harry, let me speak, yeah?" after his nod she continued.

"Yes, I was visiting home for watching the World cup but since we had to go to work next day my brother and I, packed and left for London. I was crossing the road when a car came screeching and I guess I was hit. When I woke up, it was in the field near the alley."

"That doesn't explain how you know me or the stuff you just said downstairs." His hand was not wavering one bit as he held his wand between her eyes.

"Well, how to explain…" she groaned trying to get grips on her headache.

"Look, there is no way of telling this politely. I was born in 1987 and I was 24 when I left in 2011. From where I come there is this author who started writing fantasy books for children and released all total seven books. These books were very popular. Every kid and adult knew of them making the fantasy world look real. The books all had one main character; Harry Potter."

Andrea looked and found Harry looking at her with wide eyes. Then he blinked, and blinked once more and again.

"Prove it." Came the hoarse reply.

"Let's see; first year went to Hogwarts and saved the Philosopher's stone. Second year, with basilisk and Chamber of Secrets you saved Ginny. Third year with Peter Pettigrew revealed you had fun with time-turner and saved Sirius Black. Fourth year with Tri-Wizard Tournament you were portkeyed to the graveyard and fought resurrected Voldemort. How am I going so far?"

She saw Harry gulp and then took his wand away.

"Bloody hell!"

"You got that right buddy!" she said and leaned back on the wall massaging her temples. The hit her head had taken throbbed much worse.

"Why? How could the author know about me? And how did you end up here?" he said in a confused voice.

"I did read all the books and watched the movies but I wasn't that much into reading everything related to the author. So, no clue how she knew about you. Now, as for me being here… I don't even know."

"What happened this year?" he asked suddenly, his eyes intent. "You do know, right? You can tell me when this all finishes, yeah? When can I go back to being normal?"

"Harry, if all what I read in the books is true then you will be far from normal. Things did end up and Voldemort was defeated but many lives were lost. So many people didn't make it through. I know all of this and some other things too but I don't know what to do. Its 1995, yes?"

"Yes. So Voldemort dies along with many others? Do I want to know who?" at her negative shake he looked thoughtful.

"You can stay here." Andrea looked up warily.

"What?" Harry's eyes gleamed suddenly.

"Yes. You could stay here, with me and tell me what happened in future so we could reverse it."

"Umm…. I don't think that's a good idea. What would happen to the original plotline?" Harry gave her an incredulous look that made her think hard.

"Original plotline? Are you freaking kidding me? Here you have a chance at saving people and you don't think it's a good idea!"

"Ok. Relax. Sheesh! It's not like I have any place to go but tell me how could a person from future survive in the past? And what about the things that will unravel? I didn't want anyone of them to die either but how I could simply change things, I'm not even magical!"

"Listen Andrea. I love my friends. They are all I've got and I really don't want any one of them to sacrifice their own lives for me. I couldn't survive with the guilt that they died trying to defend me. I haven't really asked anybody but I really need your help. Help save these people Andréa." Harry said this with such emotion and feeling that Andrea had to blink back tears.

How could she not help him? Hadn't she cursed the author many a times for killing the people she loved? Didn't she cry when she read about them? But this was not a book, this was reality. Harry Potter was real and she was here in this reality and she held the key to help him.

"Right. I will stay but what will I say? To the others I mean. I don't think people should know where I'm from." She said chewing her bottom lip and her breath escaped as she was caught in a fierce hug from the-Boy-Who-Lived. But more than her restricted airway was the jolt of pure an unadulterated energy that went through her.

"Can't… breathe" she wheezed and Harry let go of her smiling from ear to ear. She looked at him weirdly and then tried to talk.

"I can't believe it! I'm staying in Harry Potter's bedroom. What will the world say?" she said rubbing her head and smirked when she saw his pink cheeks.

"Lighten up. I'm 24, ten years you're senior. You could call me your fairy Godmother." They both chuckled at it.

"You know you don't look English" Harry observed. Andrea rolled her eyes.

"French mother."

"Ah. That explains the looks and name. But who will we say to the others who you are?" Harry said worrying too much.

"Relax. I guess we'll have to improvise. Hmmm….. Let's see. I could be your third cousin or something seeing your mum and I have the same maiden names."

"Freaking awesome"

"So, what happens this year?" he asked after next breath.

"Hmm… lets see you'll go to the ministry for your hearing and you'll-"she cutoff and her eyes widened as this year came into her mind.

"Mind. You'll have to close your mind. Harry, something big is going on. You'll have to learn how to close your mind because Voldemort has the connection to you through that scar."

"WHAT?"

"Yes, listen. Keep your voice down. Oh bloody hell! Harry, Voldemort is now in his corporeal form. He is so much more powerful than the last time and this time he will exploit his resources. There is something going on, and until you learn to close your mind to Voldemort I'm afraid I can't tell you anything.

Harry opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off.

"Listen Harry. I'm not saying I won't tell you. I will tell you when you try to cut off that connection because anything I tell you can be accessed by Voldemort making this plotline much more complex. What will you do, if Voldemort came to knew about me abducted me, took the information out and killed me. Don't you think that things will get much more complicated?" she implored trying to make him see the exact reason.

"Well, you sound right but how do I clear my mind? I don't even know how he got that connection?"

"Well, he used your blood didn't he? And more importantly, didn't he give you that scar?"

She knew Harry was intelligent in books but in actuality he was much more than intelligent.

"Bloody bastard."

"Listen; in the books you saw something which prompted Dumbledore to make Snape give you lessons to close your mind. I'm sure you don't want that?"

"Snape?" he whispered in horror.

"Yeah, so if you don't want him to teach you then you better start practicing from now on." Harry nodded his head then frowned.

"Andrea, what did I see?"

"Not right now Harry."

"Alright. Just tell me it helped or not?"

"It did." Andrea frowned not sure at what he was getting at.

"But if it helped don't you think that I should not cut off the connection immediately." He asked worry showing in his eyes. He looked so lost that she smiled sadly.

"Fortunately for you Harry, you have me and I'm hell lot better than Trelawney." He looked at her and then they both burst out laughing. After sometime he spoke.

"So how will I close my mind?"

"Hmm… Snape didn't teach you properly because he had some bad blood with your dad and it sort of continues with you. Snape, like Voldemort and Dumbledore can read minds-"

"WHAT?"

"Yeah, just let me finish already, hmmm? Snape can read a mind that is how he knows what's going in that brain of yours. Now never maintain eye contact, keep blinking but when you want a message to deliver, look deep in eyes and think about it. So far how good?"

"Makes sense. Go on."

"Now to keep you mind closed; try and relax and empty you mind. Now I will give you one advice from personal experience. Try and compartmentalize your thought. Think of you mind as a jumble up drawer with everything scattered about. Now try and cleaning that drawer. The only way to move forward is to review the past. Take inventory of each and every thought, arrange them and shut the drawer closely."

"Whoa! Looks like you have your mind shut and organized." Andrea waited and pondered over it. Sure she was messy in life and did funny things but her mind was indeed one arranged place.

"I guess. So this art of closing your mind is called Occlumency and reading is called Legilimency. To practice Occlumency, you have to keep your mind clear of all the emotions and feelings when looking into one's eyes. That would be Snape and Dumbledore. Now, I'll tell you this, both are very brave and powerful wizards. They both are on the right side. Get that in your mind."

"Dumbledore, I believe. But Snape?"

"I know hard to take in but looks could be deceptive. Now Voldemort could access your mind anytime. When you are awake you can be able to deflect it but while sleeping you are vulnerable. He can access your thoughts and plant false images making you act rashly."

"Do I even want to know about the last part?" Andrea smiled at the boy in front of her. He reminded her of Peter when he used to come to Andrea for help. She remembered talking to him about being only kids and wanted to have more siblings. Unfortunately, their parents believed in small families.

"No. and this time I will be here to help. So where was I? Yeah sleeping could be most difficult, so before sleeping clear you head of all thoughts and feelings."

"Clear head of thoughts and feelings. Arrange mind like a neat drawer and shut it. That's it?"

"Easy to say, mate." They both were quiet and the silence was broken by a stomach grumbling.

Andrea looked sheepishly at Harry and he grinned.

"I'll see if the Dursley's have left something for us. Blimey! It's ten."

"Talking does that." With that Harry left and Andrea got up and stretched her arms above her. She saw Hedwig and smiled and went to her.

"Wow Hedwig, you are so pretty!" the owl hooted and ruffled her feathers importantly. Andrea gently stroked her wings.

Harry entered the door and winced.

"What happened?"

"You t-shirt is stained. Did you hit your head?" Andrea realized that indeed the hit was pretty bad.

"Here, I could only scavenge these." He said thrusting a pack of crackers and apple in her hand saving the same for him.

"My, aren't they petty. Tell you what, tomorrow we'll go shopping because I don't think I'll live in this world with two pair of denims and tees. We'll get things, a book or two on meditation and mind calming exercises and have a huge breakfast. What say?"

Harry grinned at her.

"Did I say I'm very glad you are here?"

"Oh Harry. That's so sweet. Lets finish this and I'll tell you about my life since I already know about yours."

As her head touched her pillow finally at twelve after telling Harry her entire life, she thought maybe this was all just a dream that would end when she would wake up in the morning.

If only she knew how wrong she was!

TO BE CONTINUED…

NEXT UPDATE: BETWEEN 7TH AND 15TH OF APRIL

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