, Margaret and her brother had a treehouse in their backyard.

Once, while playing, she had slipped off the top, fell down a distance of seven feet and landed on the grass below with such force that all breath was knocked out of her. Her brother kept yelling her name and asking if she was okay but she was too shocked by the fact that she could fall from a place she knew like the back of her hand.

That was exactly how she was feeling right now.

She had half expected these people to say 'sike! gotcha!' and reveal that she had actually been kidnapped by a bunch of very nice lunatics, and now they would take her home. But this was much more than that.

Being welcomed to the Wizarding World by Albus too-many-middle-names Dumbledore may have been enough for Margaret to scoff and roll her eyes or just simply burst into a fit of guffaws and tears at the same time because this was seriously playing with one's emotions.

Her eyes went back to the glaring Severus Snape, darting to Remus's scarred face that displayed a kind smile, one that was mirrored on Sirius' face as well; before her gaze was drawn back to the raven-haired bespectacled boy who's eyes widened and he looked away quickly.

Margaret was starting to question her sanity.

"Excuse me?" she says, looking back at Dumbledore.

"It must be very confusing, but you have seen for yourself, that magic can exist. I must say, you have done an exceptionally good job at teaching yourself through the years," Dumbledore speaks, sounding genuine and as wise as ever.

"Magic? I can't do magic," she tells him with disbelief, so sure of the fact. There was a much more logical and scientifical explanation for her powers, or at least she thought there was.

"In a world like that of yours, magic does not exist for most people. But ones with great potential such as yourself, are granted with the powers."

"But... I don't use spells?" she asks unsurely.

"That happens to be another reason for you to come to this world. In no way does that mean that whatever you can do, cannot be counted as magic. As well known as wandless magic is, it is just as difficult to perform," the Headmaster briefs. "That all, however, can be spoken about later. For now, how about we all formally introduce ourselves?"

When she does not say anything else, everyone takes that as a cue to introduce themselves.

Sirius Black introduces himself and Remus again and leaves Snape nameless. Harry Potter avoids the abyss of darkness that is Margaret's eyes when he introduces himself causing Sirius to shoot him a teasing look.

The twins grin mischievously and speak their names together and then each other's so that she couldn't tell the two apart but Margaret resorts to calling them Gred and Forge.

"We like her," they declare in unison.

The witch with bubblegum-pink hair threatened Margaret with a hex if she ever called her Nymphadora, but she was smiling playfully when she said that.

By the time they are done, the telekinetic girl was dizzy by the sudden information. It was beyond her why it had just hit her with full force that she was sitting between real-life witches and wizards that were supposedly fictional characters.

Stuffing her hands under the table so that no one would see the threads of red glow emitting from them, Margaret shifted uncomfortably. A moment of silence passed by and Margaret noticed everyone looking at her expectantly and she realized that she hadn't really introduced herself, they just knew her name - as creepy as that was.

"Um, my name is Margaret Adelaide Xenakis, but you all know that already; I'm sixteen and I'm from Canada," she says.

"Canada? Then what in Merlin's name were you doing in that stingy apartment?" Ron asks in disbelief, causing the ones around him to shush him for bringing that up.

"Ronald Weasley, you will not bring it up, do you hear me?" Mrs Weasley scolds, making Ron mutter a small apology.

Dumbledore didn't move his calculating yet friendly eyes from the girl as she stared back at Ron with an empty expression. She had no clue what apartment he was talking about.

"I was talking about the year 2019," she states.

By the manner they all looked at her, she expected them to know already that she was not from their time. If Dumbledore allowed them to perform magic in front of her, then they obviously knew something, right?

Apparently not, with the way Arthur and Molly go wide-eyed in surprise and someone yelled some incoherent string of words while the Weasley children all look at each other as if asking 'What the bloody hell?'; Harry and Hermione share a look of confusion; Remus and Sirius only frown at her.

"Uh... you guys didn't know?"

Remus was the first one to reply, "We had an idea that you weren't from here but..."

"Not that you were so far from the future," Sirius continues.

"Twenty-nineteen but of a world much different than ours," Dumbledore speaks up. "There is a reason though, as to why you were chosen to be brought here. Your mother is an Armstrong, am I correct?"

Margaret nodded, wondering why he was questioning about her mother's maiden last name.

"Armstrong family descends from the Myrrdin family which is an ancient bloodline, moved to different realms during the time period. That, combined with your father's Xenakis bloodline, makes you a potential carrier of magic in your DNA. Most of your father's family tend to have sons, am I correct?"

Margaret wordlessly nods again, feeling like the last part was just Dumbledore being polite. He obviously knows what he was talking about. Her uncle made her aunt conceive well after the age of forty and after having seven daughters until he finally got a boy child. Her family was absolutely bonkers.

"It is so that the bloodline would be carried forward. I dare to assume that they do not know the value of your DNA, not anymore. All it takes to trigger the magic in your blood is a little... nudge," the Headmaster explains.

"Nudge? Nudge? You mean that ridiculous bolt of electricity that I had the immense pleasure of getting hit by - not once, but twice - it was a nudge?" she asks incredulously, feeling more insane at the moment than she has ever felt in her lifetime.

"Indeed. The first time to provoke the magic in you. The second time to bring you to this world," Dumbledore replies calmly.

She scoffs in disbelief. Ancient bloodline? Triggering magic?

To be honest, the former didn't sound all that farfetched to her. Her father loved to sit her family down and chatter on about how he had records of his whole entire family leading back to at least the late 19th century. There were some even older than that but they were too ruined to understand. However, they were his most prized possessions and he was proud of himself for being able to inherit it, unlike his older brother.

The one time Margaret had seen them when he had brought them out from his keepsake in his bank, it had been folders upon folders of papers that held the life stories of their ancestors. She knew of the heirlooms passed down in her family, one currently around her neck.

Her father had read his favourite entries from the near-mid of the 20th century in which some unknown details about World War 2 was noted by a member of the Xenakis family.

Her father said that he admired his courage for he could've been killed for not only doing the tasks he did but also writing down stuff like this, but the man - her great grandfather, as she always assumed - was cunning and ambitious enough and played quite a role in the war. However, there were no mentions of his real name in history as he was an insider spy.

As Margaret snapped out of her reverie, she was quick to take note of the quiet room and looked at Dumbledore with a grim expression.

"If... If the bloodline matters so much, why didn't you choose my-" she pauses as her voice catches and she cleared her throat before continuing. "My brother?"

Dumbledore simply replies, "Because your brother was, presumably, a squib. It is quite possible that he did not possess the magical qualities of your DNA. Neither do any of your cousins. In fact, you happen to be the first one in centuries to be a witch capable of handling such powerful magic. Despite the strength of your bloodline, the change of atmosphere that it was brought into in your world caused it to deter.

"Which is why your powers had to be triggered. Had it not been for your mother's equally strong heritage, you wouldn't have inherited it either. However, since both your parents come from strong magical families, your powers happen to be something not many of even our kind would find usual. I believe you know what I am trying to say?"

Margaret exhaled and looked down at her lap, hoping the burn in her eyes would go away. She did not want to cry right now. She will not cry right now. She was stronger than this.

Dumbledore certainly knew what he was talking about.

With her eyes still down, Margaret swallowed thickly and nodded. Unknowingly, her hands had reached up to grasp the edge of the table and she let them stay there. A heartbeat later she looked back up, knowing very well that her irises were red and glowing, even more so than usual.

"What do you want me to do?" she asks him, her voice uncharacteristically small.

"I am most curious about what you can do, Miss Xenakis. If you are feeling up for it, and if this space is enough for you..."

He leaves his sentence hanging and she looked at the elderly man directly in the eyes. For a split second, he seemed taken aback by the glimmering of her eyes, the scarlet in them reminding him briefly on one of his former students, but with practised perfection, his blank but not unkind expression returns. Margaret took that as a cue to knock on his mind.

When he granted the access, she softly asks in his mind, "Can I trust you?"

Nothing. No reply.

And there's a gruff voice resonating through her entire head.

"Yes."

And so she did.

A movement that had been bothering her since Hermione first walked into the kitchen just so happened to be her continuous fiddling with a Rubik's cube. It hadn't been mentioned anywhere in the books but Hermione being the brainiac she was, would've found the puzzle fascinating enough to invest her time in.

When Margaret suddenly scowls at it, the frizzy-haired witch pauses and stares back at her with wide eyes. Margaret softens her expression and points at the unsolved puzzle.

"Do you mind if I solve that for you?" she asks.

Hermione didn't hesitate to nod and reached forward to hand it to the girl. She gasped when it levitated from her hand and floated in front of Margaret's face.

The teens gaped at the cube and then at the strange girl, similar expressions present on the faces of the curious elders as well, despite the fact that they had all seen her little stunt last night.

But Margaret paid no mind.

Instead, she positioned her hands on either side of the cube, the red glowing threads finally escaping through her fingertips. She tilted her head to examine it, the solution quickly clicking into place in her head and she gently flexed her fingers. The cube's sides start turning rapidly along with her movements. She slowed down and controlled her powers, letting them flow through her but a bit slow, not wanting to break the object.

Fifteen seconds later, a fully solved cube landed in the middle of the table. As Margaret leaned back in her chair, Hermione gingerly picked it up and stares at it with awe.

"That," Margaret begins as the red tint from her eyesight lessened, "is the first thing I learnt to do after I got my powers when I was fourteen. However, I don't call it magic. There's more... scientifical, or well, muggle term for it, I guess. Telekinesis. Or moving things with my mind."

"Wicked!" Ron exclaims, impressed. "What else can you do?"

Hermione looked like she's about to scold him for asking that but is interrupted by Margaret's half-hearted chuckle.

"We'll see when the time comes."

"You said you were from the... future," Ginny scrunched up her nose adorably as she says that. "Is that the reason why you knew our names?"

That makes Margaret pause and glance at Dumbledore. Thankfully he understood.

"Miss Xenakis does have knowledge of the future, Miss Weasley. However, no one is to ask her of it," says the Headmaster. "We have brought her away from her home to help us. That alone makes us selfish. Though as a witch, one would say that this is where you belong, Miss Xenakis. Alike us all, you would have a job to do, and we are not to interfere with it. Unless, of course, you warn us of something of importance."

Though he replies to Ginny's question, his gaze travels over everyone in the room. One thing is clear as day to Margaret and to everyone present - she was here to change the future.

It makes the members of the Order of the Phoenix glance at each other worriedly, all except Snape. How bad was the future for Dumbledore to bring in a time traveller amid them to change it?

"This is one of the most crucial things in a time like this. With dark powers at large once again, we need all the help we could get. I can, however, only request for everyone in this room, to understand how important it is to keep Miss Xenakis's past and ultimately, our future, a secret. Not only from the ones outside but in some cases, also from ourselves," says Dumbledore, but this time, there was a heavier meaning behind his words.

Margaret glanced at everyone present and she had a feeling that no one would be asking her about the future, not for now at least. She was grateful for Dumbledore's command and the respect everyone had for him. She did not want to be felt guilty when she'd have to lie to any of them.

"Ah, would you look at the clock. Tricky time has a habit of racing," Dumbledore speaks after a few moments and stands up from his seat, causing everyone to get to their feet as well.

"Miss Xenakis, I hope I will see you at Hogwarts. You will receive your letter tomorrow morning mentioning everything you will be needing. Since you are already of age, you would be put in the seventh year under normal circumstances; however, since you have not yet cleared your O.W.Ls, you have the option to be put in Year 4 or Year 5. Your age on any required documents can be adjusted accordingly by Kingsley Shacklebolt."

The said man nodded and Margaret was well aware of who the senior Auror was. Knowing that Harry and his friends were heading to their fifth year at Hogwarts, her decision was made quickly.

"Year 5," she tells him.

"Very well, then," says Dumbledore. "There is a Gringotts account on the name of Xenakis family and another on the name of Myrrdin family, untouched for centuries. Molly here has volunteered to take you there and to Diagon Alley tomorrow," Dumbledore informs. The red-head woman smiles warmly at the girl and nods in confirmation. "Now, I shall not keep you all away from her delicious food any longer and take my leave."

"Why don't you stay for breakfast, professor?" Mr Weasley asks politely.

"Not this time, Arthur. I have some important matters to attend to," Dumbledore replies apologetically. "Severus?"

The potions master nodded, already up on his feet and beginning to make his way towards the door. Kingsley bid his goodbye too, speaking to several people while making his way outside.

Harry looked like he wanted to say something to Dumbledore but was unintentionally interrupted when Margaret piped up suddenly.

"Excuse me, Professor Dumbledore?"

The man in question paused, standing where he was near the chair as everyone's eyes go back to the girl. Kingsley and Snape paused too, turning to look at Margaret.

"Yes?" asks Dumbledore.

"Harry's disciplinary hearing tomorrow..." she starts, feeling the atmosphere in the room tense. "The time and location have been changed to 8 AM, Courtroom 10."

Dumbledore looks at her for a moment then to Kingsley before looking back at her. "Are you certain?"

"Completely."

"Very well, then. Thank you, Miss Xenakis."

She nodded, going back to fiddling with her hands. She was starting to enjoy Ginny and Hermione's company before this but now all she wanted was to be left alone.

Margaret looked up just in time to see Dumbledore inclining his head towards her as he passes by.

Times were going to change. And they were going to change fast.

as promised, another update. I'm going to try and make these frequent because I've got time to spend on this now, yay! if you come across any mistakes, plot-wise or grammatical, please don't be shy to let me know. it makes editing so much easier. help ya girl out :3