This is my first shot with fan fiction. I usually don't meddle with original stories since I simply translate but I ran with a translation of HP fanfic which made me give this a try. Comments and criticisms are welcome.

I don't own anything about Harry Potter.

Chapter 1: The Return

"Oof—what the hell?! W-where am I?"

A very disgruntled figure stood in the middle of a musty room with so little lighting. It was difficult to tell what's in the room but eventually she adjusted her eyes with the darkness. She slowly stood from where she fell—did she tumble down? That place looked like a box and a comfy one at that, red velvet covering the thick cushion for the interior and handsome black wood for the outer visage.

That's strange. The last she remembered was the fire exit on the fifth floor. She went out for a quick smoke. She's been running high with caffeine for staying awake in almost forty-eight hours. She hasn't had her lunch or dinner and coffee was her best mate. The perks of being some editor—staff. After that, blank.

She tapped her forehead trying to recall what happened there but there's none. She was alone, smoking and puffing passionately. Hah! Where the hell was she? She observed the room which a bit sparse after the elegant couch. She saw candelabras and veils everywhere and a lone full body size mirror on one wall.

"Do we have a room like this in the company?"

The room was deadly for claustrophobic, she mused. The air even felt stagnant and the cold was seeping from stone walls that surrounded the room. Even though she felt sore moving around she still tried to walk about. She noticed at last the counter attached to the opposite wall.

Walking near it she saw smaller boxes on top of the counter. It was almost hidden in the shadows due to the flickering light from the candelabras. She gave a long look around the gloomy room before deciding to reach them. They were luxurious looking boxes and she can't help her curiosity, who would leave these things in the open? She reached for the closest one and found a single ring inside.

"What's this?" she noted the insignia of an incurved creature trying to reach its tail—a dragon. Sigismund of Luxembourg.

And then memories suddenly assaulted her as if thousand galloping war horses have cantered in her brain. She saw memories, faces and places. It's her ancestry, her life—before.

"Hah! Haah—"

Trying to rein her trembling and still sore body she leaned on the cold wall. After a while little wheezes were left. She stood straight once again and took the ring to her left hand's middle finger. She continued, this time calmer and with more concentration. If she's right, she'll find the partner ring.

Correct. The other box also had a ring, rather simple but a full black ring. She wore it to her ring finger next to the other ring. The other boxes had a crooked stick, then a pouch, a gem that looked like an eye, and empty parchments.

Turning around she found the couch—no, the bed she rested earlier. She has no idea how long she'd been sleeping and even more so why she seemed to have existed in another's body. Did she possess her? No, she remembered her childhood. But she could have possessed her as a baby.

'Father and mother didn't say it's supposed to work that way.'

The memories were dizzying. Too much, she thought. But she realized she's finally home.

She saw the mirror and walked towards it. Peering at her own reflections, she saw the same girl who slept long long ago—not the sleep deprived office staff with bags under her eyes and pale complexions. She's about five feet in height, too slim and very pale; with long black straight hair cascading to her waist, and a small face with small proportions. What really caught her attention was her glowing red—crimson eyes. A bit creepy but she liked red. Her whole family did, too.

She closed her eyes and urged it to stop glowing in the dark. She'd prefer that if she planned to go out this musty room. Things might have not changed yet. After some time, she finally felt she made it. Opening them again, she blinked with her now black eyes. It took her a while than before, though.

Her memories of the past were mostly still blurred lines and even so with using her abilities, it felt unnatural to her. She was thirteen back then, she reminisced. Even now, huh?

She took all items—the coffin, the boxes, candelabras, and veils in the room into her pouch. It's a magical item, she knew. Walking towards the only path at one corner, she didn't realize that she has walked out into the clearing after a while. Even the outside was dark, a little light shining from the moon above. Looking back, she found out that she was in some ruin. This she couldn't remember where. The cave-room she came from was in an inconspicuous area that's yet to be found by any diggers, though. If anyone was to discover the ruins, they won't find traces of her.

"Where to go?"

She breathed and thought she'd check her hauls first. Two rings, the plain black which she remembered to be her mom's and the other cool one to be her dad's. The gem like eye and the parchments rested in the pouch since she can't remember what they're for and then there's the crooked twig. She wondered what's it for. She twirled it on her fingers when suddenly sparks showered from its tip.

BANG!

She almost fell over to her butt in surprise as a triple decker on violently purple bus appeared in thin air. And then a pimply boy in purple uniform started talking to her.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick you're your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike and I will be your conductor this evening. Where would you like to go—?"

'The KNIGHT BUS? You must be joking me!'

PS: Chapters will have inconsistent length.