-A/N-

I am NOT a Potter Purist, so this story is not going to be COMPLETELY part of JKR's world. Things will be different. I am not JKR and I do not pretend to be.

-M

1

Before we begin, I should probably mention that logically this is one of the stupidest things I could do right now. Hell, it could even get me killed. Let's face it though, in this world I'll probably die soon anyway. I want my story to be heard when something does happen to me. I don't want to be known as another wizard lost in the war. That's not who I am.

Technically, I'm not even a wizard. No, I don't mean I'm muggle-born or whatever racist pureblood shit you expected me to say. I'm saying that I was born in a world without magic, period. Basically everyone is a muggle. The closest thing to magic I've found in my world is the ability some people have to create whole worlds on paper. Take J.R.R. Tolkien; you can't tell me it's not magical that he created a whole universe full of diverse races and different languages through his writing. I won't even pretend to be the writer he is.

I was also into this chick J.K. Rowling's books. I guess that's where it all began. I haven't quite figured out how I got here yet. Dumbledore thinks it's some kind of "extremely dark magic" cast by an "extremely powerful" wizard. Honestly, I think God's just having a laugh.

I suppose I should get to the point. About a month ago, I found myself inside Rowling's fictional world. Cliché; I know it sounds like right out of a bad fanfiction, but it's true.

You can imagine how shocked I was when I woke up in the Come and Go Room without any recollection of how I'd come to be there. At the time I didn't know it was the Room of Requirement, of course. I thought I'd been kidnapped or something along those lines. It was lucky that I was placed in the book at the time I was, because it was summer and I didn't run into any students as I left the room.

It wasn't so lucky that I wound up wandering into the dungeons as I explored the castle. It took me about an hour to get there and by that time I'd pieced together where I was. I was in disbelief, but the tapestries that had the Hogwarts crest plastered all over them were enough to make me question reality.

I opened a door that apparently led to the potion's classroom. A part of me demanded that I get the hell out of there. This was Snape's classroom! He was a huge bag of dicks and would probably kill or seriously injure any unknown intruder wandering his territory! Then that stupid disbelieving part of me chimed in saying that there was no way this was real. Snape's a fictional character for Pete's sake! I should have listened to my urge to leave, because not a half hour after I'd entered the room I was pinned up against the wall with a wand to my throat. Snape towered over me, glaring and suspicious.

"You are obviously not a student wearing those clothes," Snape spat, his eyes gestured to my ACDC shirt and shorts, "but I refuse to believe that a muggle just wandered into Hogwarts. Who are you? What are you doing here?" He never raised his voice, but he didn't have to. I could hear his threat- no, promise- of what he would do if I didn't give him answers right that second.

I wasn't as tactful as I should have been in that situation and I fumbled with my words, my palms sweating. Snape answered my silence by pushing the wand further into my neck. We were so close I was sure he could hear my heart pounding. I watched as my jagged breath shifted a bit of his black hair from shading his face.

"Denny- Denise Louis," finally I managed to speak, though it was a struggle with his wand pushing as hard against my neck as it was. It was then I noticed that he looked younger than I'd expected. Almost my age. Snape's brows raised at my accent, not expecting an American.

"How old are you, Severus?" the words left my mouth before I thought, and his defenses were up once more.

"How do you know my name?" he looked as if he would actually do something to me before-

"Hey, Snivellus! Quit sexually harassing that girl!" I heard chuckles and looked past Snape, my jaw dropping at the sight before me. I immediately recognized two of the four men- wait, boys- in front of me. Sirius Black, albeit a much younger version of himself, and Remus Lupin, also younger than expected. I breathed in sweet relief, my body betraying how scared I truly was.

Snape's cheeks tinted red slightly, but I doubt it was from embarrassment more than anger at the Marauders, "I am doing no such thing! You imbeciles are blind. She's an intruder!"

Who I assumed was James Potter, judging by the glasses and uncanny resemblance to Harry, scoffed, "She looks no older than us. Jumping to conclusions again, Snake!"

"I-I'm not from here," why the hell did I say that? Idiot!

"With that accent, I'd say not," though he had stepped back a bit, Snape refused to remove his wand from my neck.

"Put away your bloody wand! You don't want to kill someone with your lousy aim, Snivellus," Sirius sighed, exasperated. "What are you going to do? Take her out right in Slughorn's class?"

"She doesn't even have a wand on her," Remus pointed out.

"How do you know?" Snape's head swiveled around, black hair slapping against his face.

"Please, just-" I held my hands up in a nonthreatening manner, "Take me to your leader. Sorry! I just always wanted to say that. Take me to Dumbledore." I desperately hoped he was still headmaster during the Marauder era… I didn't really know much about them other than the key plot points.

After bickering some more, the Marauders threatening to throw some spells at Snape if he didn't get his wand out of my face, and some spells actually being thrown (no one was seriously injured) I was being escorted by the Marauders and Snape to Dumbledore. (Snape had refused to let me out of his sight, his suspicions still high.) Which pretty much leaves us at now; a month later. A.K.A. The first day of school. Fucking Dumbledore couldn't do shit to get me back to my world and decided to enroll me after learning that I could do magic. Big shocker, I know. Turns out this is the Marauder's 7th year. Lucky me, getting thrown in when the shit is about to hit the fan.

-A/N-

Hey guys! I'm trying to write again. It's been so long, I know! Missed this, please be nice. Like I said, it's been a while. Don't expect this story to be happy-go-lucky perfect. Probably going to be dark at times. Probably going to suck at times. I'm just trying to get writing again, and I really like the idea I have for this story. Chapters may be quick coming out or slow, because of school/life/whatnot. Haven't completely decided who Denny's going to go for yet, but it will either be Remus or.. Remus. Ok. It's going to be Remus. I love the guy.

-M

EVERYTHING BESIDES DENNY LOUIS BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING. DENNY BELONGS TO ME. ANY REFERENCES TO ANYTHING BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME. THANKS XO.