Chapter 2

I knew I needed to stay calm. But I was in 1947, over 50 years into the past. There weren’t many people I could go to mainly because they haven’t even been born yet. 

Muriel must have noticed my distress as she tries to sooth me with calming words. After a few minutes, I finally wrap my brain around what was happening. I decided that I would need to find someone to confide in and I already know who that person can be. 

“Do you mind, but I need a quill and some paper.” I ask Muriel politely.

“Of course dear.” 

I breath deeply trying to calm my frantic nerves before writing my letter. I smile gratefully as I pick up the quill and dip it into the bottle of ink. 

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I am writing to you asking for an extremely urgent meeting. I am in a dire situation and require your guidance. I find myself in an unfamiliar time with no way of protecting myself for I am a Squib. I beg you for your help.


Kate Hart

I seal the envelope after tucking my letter into it neatly. I write Albus Dumbledore on the front before handing it to Muriel. She doesn’t ask any questions as she instructs her owl to take it to Hogwarts. 

“Why don’t you go up to one of the spare bedrooms and get some rest? You look like you could use some sleep. I will wake you if you receive a letter.” 

I nod and follow her up the narrow staircase to the second floor. I notice she leads me to the room I had been staying in back in 1998. Or Forward?

She gently closes the door behind me giving me my privacy. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m asleep.


I woke up being about to hear people talking downstairs. I sit up, looking around. So I wasn’t dreaming, I really was in 1947. I notice a pile of clothes on  a chair by the door with a note sitting on top.

Thought you would like some clothes since you arrived in your sleepwear. 

I smile, grateful for her thinking. After taking five minutes to change, I make my way downstairs. 

I let out a sigh of relief as I recognize one of the voices to be Albus Dumbledore. 

I find Muriel and Dumbledore talking in the kitchen. 

“Oh good, you’re awake. This is the young woman I was telling you about.” Muriel smiles.

“Thank you, Muriel. If you don’t mind I would like to spend a few minutes alone for us to talk.” Albus asks her with a sweet, polite grin.

I take a seat at the table able patiently wait for Muriel to leave to room.

“Now before you begin, may I go first?” he asks me. 

I nod.

“This morning I have received a letter from my future self explaining who you are. I suggest you go by your middle name Dorothy. Although I can not tell you why, when, or how you return to your time, but I assure you it will happen. I can tell you that you are here for a reason, although the reason is another thing I cannot share with you. I have told Muriel that we shall be leaving. And I advance would like to apologize for the discomfort you may experience in the near future.”

“Wait what?” 

Before I can protest, he apparates the two of us to what appears to be an abandoned building. 

“Where are we? Why have you brought me here?” I ask him frowning.

“Remember, your name is Dorothy Martin. Your family all died in an air-raid during the war. You are here in hopes of drawing someone out of hiding.” he replies.


“His name is Tom. Warning, he had a temper. But know he can’t cause you any harm. Good luck.” he says before he disappears.

Great, just great. I ask for help and I’m left who knows where. 

It’s several minutes before there’s any sign of someone else being there with me. I can hear the sound of footsteps, and something else. 

My eyes widen and I stumble back in fear as a large snake slithers into view. 

Massssster, there’sssss a girl.” the snake hisses. 

I begin to tremble. I shouldn’t be able to understand what the snake just said. 

I look up in the direction the snake had come from. There’s a man, he appears two to three years older than me. He looks about six foot. He has pale skin, and a lean body. His jawline and cheekbones are sharply defined, dark brown hair styled perfectly in neat waves. His gaze was hard, intrusive. I thought his eyes were dark until he stepped out of the shadows letting me see they were more of a grey/green color.

“Who are you?” he demands.

“Dorothy M-mmm-Martin.” I stutter.

“Why are you here?” he growls.

“I don’t know. I’m waiting for someone.” I reply.

“Who?” he asks eyes narrowing.

“His name is Tom.” I reply shyly.

I barely have any time to process as he slams my back against the closest wall. HE stands about an arm-legnth away, his wand raised and pointed directly infant of my face. 

“How do you know that name?” he hisses out in anger.

“Please, I don’t know.” I say trembling.

“Masssssster, thisssss girl hasssss the mark. Yourssssss match.” the snake hisses.

“Where, where do you see this mark?” he asks his snake.

“Near her neck.”

The man takes a step forward, his free hand gripping the neckline of my sweater pulling it to the side. 

Yes, I do have a mark there. It’s a birthmark on the left side of my collarbone. 

Once he sees it, he jerks back, as if seeing it could cause him harm. Something about my birthmark has rattled him. 

“You’re coming with me.” he says as he harshly grabs me wrist and drags me to follow behind him. 

“Where are you taking me? Look, I don’t know who you are or why I’m here. But at you could tell me your name since you know mine.” I try to say in a confident voice but failing miserably. 

He stops, and I bump into his back. He looks over his shoulder glaring.

“My name is Tom Riddle.”

  • Me on a date: Okay, so I love Frozen, and Elsann-
  • Me: *makes a lute out of breadsticks* ITS TRUE LOVE!!! *whacks them with lute, shoves breadsticks in purse and runs out* THE ONLY FROZEN HEART AROUND HERE IS YOURSSSSSS!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 632


A/N: I owe you guys since I haven’t written in a super long time. This imagine has just been sitting in my drafts for ages and it just clicked tonight.


Listen to “Faithfully” here


It was nearing midnight as the Impala sped down another nameless road as you and Dean made your way back to the bunker, nothing but Dean’s tapes playing through the silent cab.

It was one of Dean’s quieter mixes, the one’s he saved for the long nighttime drives, or after a hunt had gone wrong, when the thought of silence was maddening and AC/DC just didn’t feel right. 

As one song ended, the next began; the soft tappings of a classic 80′s keyboard filling the car. You smile. You were a sucker for corny, romantic, rock songs, and this was one of your favorites. 

As the voice of Steve Perry drifts through the speakers, you hum along, your fingers tapping to the beat along the armrest of the passenger door. 

Highway run
into the midnight sun
Wheels go round and round
You’re on my mind.

You close your eyes, letting the music relax you into the leather seat, ignoring the shooting pain in your lower back from being tossed across a room by a vamp. 

As the guitar picks up, your hand balls into a fist, drumming along in the air to the beats as the tempo quickens. 

They say that the road
Ain’t no place to start a family
Right down the line
It’s been you and me.

As you feel yourself drifting away to the music, your eyes bolt open as another voice accompanies Perry’s.

“Circus life. Under the big top worlddddd. We all need the clowns, to make us smile.”

Your eyes shoot to Dean’s, your gaze pulling his away from the road to meet yours. 

You had never heard Dean sing before. Hum–all the time–but never full out, actually sing like he was now. Your eyes go wide as his voice matches Perry’s note for note, shocked to find badass, legendary hunter, Dean Winchester, has a secret talent; singing. 

A smile spreads across his face, carefree wrinkles forming in the corners of his eyes. 

“Through space and time, always another showwwww!”

As your mouth hangs open, Dean just shrugs at you, his eyebrows raising in a silent, “why not?” 

“Wondering where I am, lost without you.”

Steve Smith bangs on the drummers, bringing the beat back up.

“And being apart ain’t easy on this love affair.” You sing at him. “Two strangers learn to falllllllllllllllllllllll in love again,” you throw your head back. “I get the joy of rediscovering you.” You reach out towards Dean. “Oh, boy, you standddddd by me.” Dean laughs, shaking his head as you keep your arm outstretched towards him. 

“I’m forever yourssssss.” He joins in with you, his eyes jumping back and forth between you and the road. “Faithfully.” You quietly finish, the guitars and keyboards slowly taking you to the end.

“Whooa, oh-oh-ooh.” You sing to each other. 

“Whooa, oh-oh-ooh, oh.” Both of your voices growing louder, competing for the lead vocals. 

“Whooa, oh-oh-oh, oh-whoooooa-oh!” You shout at each other, each of you desperately holding the note as long as you can, your voices cracking as neither of you can hold on for much longer.

Dean breaks first, his chest heaving as he gasps in air. You burst out laughing, falling over yourself as Dean coughs, trying to catch his breath.

I’m still yours

“That was perfect.” You wheeze in between your laughs, unable to remember the last time you were able to enjoy something so simple, but so much fun. 

“You tell Sam about this and your dead.” He warns with a finger pointed in your direction, his lips upturned and his voice holding nothing but this small moment of happiness with you.  

I’m forever yours
Ever yours

“Promise.” You cross your fingers over your heart and his lips purse as he tries not to laugh at you.