2When Adrienne Andrathath is sent on a business trip to the Scottish Highlands, taking over her disgusting boss's role temporarily, she seizes the opportunity to impress and get promoted at work. However, the new project her boss assigns her is far more complicated than she anticipated and maybe more than she bargained for. After a chain of unfortunate events, including encountering a strange blue and silver light, Adrienne finds herself transported back in time to the late 19th century, where she discovers the existence of magic and a goblin rebellion that she must help stop. With the aid of new friends, including an ex-auror potions master, and her newfound ability with magic, this modern-day Muggleborn woman must rely on more than just luck to save the day.
Follows the events of the game with slight changes and canon divergeance.
Prologue
The temperature was unusually cold for the late summer, soon to be fall, as a storm roared and whistled like a high-pitched wail into the night. Rain and hail pelted down with a vengeance against all those unfortunate enough to be out in such weather.
A woman pulled her black velvet cloak of her hood tighter against herself as she stared out into the night, from under a tree, with a slight look of fear on her face. Her breath came out in a white puff and concern was in her eyes. A noise from behind her made her look back and clutch herself tighter as she tensed, but shortly relaxed when a man stepped into the little ring of light from the lantern at her feet.
"Are you alright?" He asked in a whisper as he got closer to her, pulling his own cloak around him. He was carrying a large basket in one of his arms while carrying two large brooms in the other. He briefly set the brooms down to move closer to the woman using his free hand to touch her shoulder reassuringly.
"Were you followed? Did you make it in time?" She said, ignoring his question to ask her own.
"The house is gone. But, yes, I made it just in time." He looked down at the very large basket on his arm.
The woman moved forward and hugged the man tightly before checking the contents of the basket. Relief filled her eyes as she closed the basket lid to protect precious cargo inside from the elements of the raging storm.
"We cannot stay here. We must keep moving, Darling. They could be on our tails as we stand here." The man said to the woman.
She looked back up fear returning to her eyes. "You were followed? Surely, we could just apparate away."
The man shook his head. "It's too risky. They probably put up a ward of some kind to detect those who apparate in and out of the area. And we cannot apparate with… something may happen to... No, it be far easier to fly." He finally said.
"In this weather!?" Her voice now became a little higher.
"Shhh." The man looked about. The rain made it very difficult to hear anything or see anything for that matter, but that didn't ease the man's concerns. His shoulders raised with tension. "We must leave! Now!" Wasting no more time he bent down and picked up the brooms handing one to the woman. He took the basket and tied it about the front end of his broom. He took his wand out and muttered a few charms on the basket to make sure it would stay in place.
They were just mounting their brooms when a jet of red light flew above their heads and struck the tree. They ran out of time. "FLY! TAKE TO THE AIR!" The man yelled as he kicked up hard off the ground speeding high into the sky. The woman wasted no time following.
"After them! They have the key!" A voice yelled into the night that could be barely heard above the raging storm.
Rain and hail pelted down stinging against the man's skin. He held up his arm to block his face from being pelted. He glanced back behind him as more jets of light went into the air barely missing him. The woman was just behind him doing maneuvers in the air to avoid being hit. They sped away into the night sky with the wind and rain pelting and stinging their skin. But they weren't safe yet. They could hear the sound of pursuit behind them.
"Stupefy!"
The man saw a jet of red light heading toward his way and he swerved out of the way to the right, the spell barely missing him. Taking his wand, he pointed behind him aiming as best as he could. "Expelliarmus!"
A red jet flew from the tip of man's wand and against the hand of the pursuer causing the wand in his hand to fall out. The pursuer cursed and tried to move back. But the man wasn't gonna give them the chance to. "DEPULSO!" he yelled, his wand still pointing at the pursuer. The spell hit the pursuer knocking him off the broom. The pursuer yelled as he fell through the void of the night sky back down to the earth below them. Other pursuers took the place of the one that fell
The man scoffed and leaned forward on his broom. The woman had been shouting her own spells behind her one of them striking another pursuer who went up in flames. She stuck as close as possible to her companion as best as possible.
"We need to make it to the castle! We'll be safe there!" The man yelled to her. He glanced down to the dark forest and then at the basket with concern. "Follow me!"
He dove down just as another red light flashed past his head. The woman dove with him. They weaved in and out of the windswept trees at breakneck speed avoiding limbs and branches. The pursuers were hot on their trail. The man extended his arm, pointing his wand, as they passed another large branch. "ACCIO!"
The tree branch moved to follow the man as he sped past. He made sure the woman moved past him before releasing the spell and having the branch whip back into place. Knocking two more pursuers off their brooms. Another pursuer stopped right before he got hit by the branch. But the inhabitant of the tree had become irritated and a large gigantic spider pounced on them making the pursuer scream as he fell to the ground.
The man looked at the woman and nodded and they both moved up above the trees. A castle just beyond the edge of the forest and on the other side of a lake came into view. They were almost there. Warmth and safety lay within those walls. The sound of pursuers behind them have stopped. The storm had started to ease and the clouds were beginning to move to reveal the moon.
"We're almost there!" The man said, focusing his sight on the castle.
The woman glanced at him, starting to relax before her eyes widened. She pulled back on her broom to swerve away. "Look out!" She called.
"DIFFINDO!" A harsh voice called out.
Something powerful that looked like a slice of wind hit the man and front his broom just as they were flying over the lake. The man's broom splintered and broke. He hissed as his hand was sliced and splinters embedded into his arm. He saw the basket as if in slow motion fall to the ground below. His broom was out of control for him to chase after it.
The woman dived for the basket; her arm outstretched as if she could catch the basket in time.
The remaining pursuer, raised his wand at the woman to stop her. His eyes were menacing as blood trickled down his face. But as a last-minute decision he changed the direction of his wand and pointed it at the basket instead.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" The pursuer hissed and a jet of greenlight flew out toward the basket.
"NO!" The man yelled as he tried to regain control of what was remaining of his broom. "DEPULSO!" He flicked his wand at the pursuer knocking the pursuer off his broom.
The jet of green light flew hitting the basket before the woman could get to it, and there was a sudden blinding flash of white light that seemed to have exploded outward as the basket was hit. The sound of anguish screaming and the wail of a cry filled the air before the blinding light dissipated.
Blinking his eyes to clear them the man did what he could to fly back down to the ground safely. He saw the woman on the ground and when he landed, he ran to her passing the man he knocked off his broom, who was dead with the waves of the lake lapping at his body. He fell to his knees beside her and took her into his arms. She was the one crying in anguish. He held her tighter as he stared at the basket floating at the edge of the shoreline of the lake. Anguish passed on his face and a great sense of grief filled him and he began to cry alongside the woman looking away from the sight before him burying his head against her neck and squeezing her even tightly to him as if he could take away her anguish and pain.
The basket had broken and splintered apart almost beyond recognition. Gone was its precious cargo it had carried.
Whelp prologue is done. I've been having this idea in my head for the past few days now. I hope you all will enjoy it. Please leave a comment and review!
I'm not sure why i'm having such issues with formatting but hopefully things stop being a butt.
Also this fic is also being posted on AO3 if you wish to read it there WTF even my spacebar isn't working right now on this site. .net get your site fixed!
~edit FF broke even more so... OH NO. I rewrote the summary of the fic... just to come back to see I can't access the main changes of the story on the website. Well. Boo. Fix your shit ff.