Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all affiliated with him are unfortunately not mine. All characters originated with and belong to JKR, I'm just borrowing them for a little while - adding one that has originated in my imagination into their world.

Warning: Eventually this will contain themes of femslash (I can't help myself).

― CHAPTER ONE ―

When words are written a universe is created. But what if this Universe did not simply exist in the imaginations of those eager readers and fans. What if this Universe existed in a physical form? What if you could travel between them?

I can't exactly explain how it happened. However I know for sure that I did not simply fall asleep, after all who would fall asleep at two o'clock in the afternoon? I had taken a break from studying by way of reward. It may seem ridiculous to some that I would put down one literature book to simply pick up another, but between studying English and Classics at Cambridge is it any wonder I would choose a book for a reward?

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire was my book of choice. Not my most favourite of the seven Harry Potter books, but nevertheless I never skip a book in the series when I'm re-reading them all. I had opened the book to where I had placed my bookmark earlier in the day and continued, absorbing myself in the story. Looking back it is possibly quite lucky that I was up to the night of the Yule Ball and not further on, say in the middle of one of the tasks.

"The walls of the Hall had all been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling. The house tables had vanished; instead, there were about a hundred smaller, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people"

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the book. Picturing the Yule Ball in my mind as the Golden Trio (as many fan fiction refers) were getting ready. I could feel the apprehension, the excitement, in my mind's eye I could see myself there – the Great Hall and its Decorations, the students of Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons alike interacting and enjoying the night.

"...conjured a raised platform into existence along the right-hand wall. A set of drums, several guitars, a lute, a cello and some bagpipes were set upon it. The Weird Sisters now trooped up onto the stage to wildly enthusiastic applause"

As I read on I felt absorbed into this world. I could picture the scene so perfectly in front of me, the colours the characters, the dancing. I could almost hear the music.

"Hermione came over and sat down in Parvati's empty chair. She was a bit pink in the face from dancing"

I recalled the feelings of the approaching fight between Ron and Hermione; the first time I had read this it was as if I was sharing the emotions. Thinking beyond just what was written but trying to get a greater understanding.

I followed Ron and Harry out into the Entrance Hall, down the front steps and through the winding paths of the rose bushes. From Karkaroff and Snape to Hagrid and Madame Maxime. The Yule Ball was ending and I knew what was to come – the argument Harry walks into in the common room.

"She gave Ron a very cold look, and swept past him up the marble staircase without speaking"

A stab of pain filled me and I contemplated skipping the next few pages – in some way hesitant to put Hermione through the pain of the argument to come. I wondered what Hermione could be thinking at this point. I became absorbed in the story, ideas flowing through my head of possible subtext. With my imagination peaking I started to envisage myself there, watching from the staircase at the festivities below. Watching students coming and going, laughing amongst themselves, holding hands and making their way towards the rose garden with the fluttering fairy lights. But I am drawn back to Hermione, running up those stairs. It is almost as if I can smell the scent of flowers that are in her hair as she rushes past where I am standing as she ascends the marble staircase.

And then the world went blank...

My life up until that point is of gradually diminishing relevance. What happens from here-on-in will quite possibly change the world as you know it.

I, Jaquenetta Siroun, am not of your world. How I got here I do not know. You may say that it was simply magic – that I simply apparated. This would seem the most logical and reasonable deduction except for two little things. Firstly – no one can apparate in or out of Hogwarts. And, Secondly – It would appear, by your very definition that I am a Muggle... Or at least I thought I was.