Chapter 1: Transported
A young female sat on her windowsill as she listened to the sound of quiet rain tapping at her window, smiling as she flipped through the famous Harry Potter book. Reading the Chamber of Secrets, she felt a sense of excitement, feeling the hardcover book within her fingers as she flipped to where she had left off the prior night.
"Stella! Can you come down and help me prepare dinner first?" a voice called out from downstairs.
"Must you always call me when I'm about to do something!" Groaning, the female set down her book at the windowsill, leaving her room to assist her mother. A flash of lightning struck through the sky, accidentally exploding a power line nearby and cutting the electricity to the entire block. The young girl tripped on the top of the stairs, causing her to fly down each step with a loud painful thud.
"STELLA!" her mother's voice yelled out in horror as darkness consumed her.
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"You're such a disgrace."
A tall male stood as he watched a young girl get shoved by his teammates, laughing as they kicked and slapped her. She whimpered quietly, not wanting to make any sound as they continued to attack her.
"What kind of Gaunt shrivels the way you do! How did you even become a Slytherin? How did you even make it into Hogwarts?" they mocked as they yanked at her long black hair.
"That's enough Flint." a cold voice called out, walking to the scene with his books wrapped around his arms. "She's still a Gaunt after all."
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Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team shoved the female against the wall one final time, smirking at her bloodied face. The young girl dropped onto her knees, coughing out blood as she felt pain surge throughout her entire body. "I wish I was never born…" she thought to herself as she curled into a ball and passed out from the immense throbbing at her head.
Sound of loud chattering could be heard as the young girl slowly stirred from her slumber, noting the bright white light that burned her eyes as she opened them.
"She's awake." a voice whispered, waving to the nurse who was attending another patient.
"Miss Gaunt how do you feel?" the nurse questioned, helping the female sit up. The girl noticed that she was indeed at the hospital, but for some odd reason the hospital looked more like an olden day infirmary, something straight out of a historical movie.
"Are you talking to me?" she questioned, pointing to herself as she glanced around at the people who looked at her worriedly.
"Yes, Weasley here found you in the back of the Quidditch field." she smiled, waving her wand and scanning the female's temperature. Stella laughed at the nurse, seeing the bright green light emit from the tip of her wand.
"Alright, where did you get that. I have to admit it's absolutely legit." Stella chuckled, grabbing the nurse's wand and scanning it.
"Miss Gaunt!" The nurse exclaimed, snatching her wand back and narrowing her eyes at the younger female lying in bed.
"She doesn't seem right…" a boy whispered, placing his hand on her forehead and checking her temperature. Suddenly the door to the infirmary burst open as a Professor dragged two males by their robes over to the female's bedside.
"Apologize to Miss Gaunt." he hissed, tossing the younger males and making them kneel.
"Sorry." one muttered, looking away.
"Uh, who are you?"
The Professor shoved the male's head down as if bowing to her in apology. "I'm sorry for hurting you Lady Stella." he repeated himself properly this time. 'Lady Stella?' she thought to herself with a chuckle; everything seeming like a cosplay convention of somesort.
"You best hope Miss Gaunt is fine or else."
Stella laughed out loud, tilting the male's head upwards to face her as she stared into his black orbs. "You are?"
"Marcus Flint…" he whispered, his eyes wavering as to why the shy and timid Stella Gaunt would be questioning him back and even daring to look into his eyes.
"Marcus Flint?" For some odd reason that name rung a bell in her head, remembering reading him as the Captain of the Slytherin's Quidditch Team from Harry Potter. She pointed to the male who was still sitting beside her and noted his red hair, cute freckled face and bright blue eyes.
"Weasley...as in...Ronald Weasley?" she questioned to which he nodded slowly. 'Ah everyone has a role in here, I like it.' she smiled inwardly.
"I'll be on my way then…" he whispered, bowing to the Professor and rushing out in a hurry.
"How are you feeling Miss Gaunt?" the tall man questioned, kicking the younger male aside.
"Shoulder length greasy hair, hooked nose, cold and demanding…." The young Gaunt whispered to herself. "Professor Snape?"
The man looked at her with narrowed eyes, nodding his head and not understanding why she had said his name questioningly. Pointing at herself, her eyes scanned between the people in the room, laughing almost maniacally.
"Who am I?" she questioned through tears in her eyes from laughing too hard.
"What do you mean?" Snape retorted, holding out her wand to her. "Stella Gaunt of the Gaunt household."
"She looks physically fine..." the nurse tapped her chin questioningly." How many fingers am I holding up?" putting out eight fingers in front of the patient. Stella pushed the female's finger downwards and narrowed her eyes as if asking her 'are you serious?'
Stella's eyes landed onto the platinum blonde male behind the nurse who questioned her, liking his similar style to Draco Malfoy written in the book she read. Her eyes shifted onto his robe that had the Slytherin insignia on the left side, she then glanced back at the other's who had the similar emblem on their chest as well.
"Ms. Gaunt, if you're feeling better. You can leave today and carry on with classes." The nurse smiled, jotting something down onto a clipboard before leaving.
"Stella, what's my name?" the boy who looked to be of her age questioned.
"Are you questioning your real name or your character name?" she retorted, rolling her eyes.
"Character name?" the male questioned, not used to her sudden bizarre behavior. "Stella Gaunt what are you blabbering about?"
"Stella Gaunt?" she questioned herself, not ever reading a character named Stella Gaunt before, she didn't even know a Gaunt existed. She remembered reading in a wiki page that the Gaunt family was the oldest line of Pure bloods and that they were direct descendents of Salazar Slytherin, but she never read that Stella Gaunt was also one of the descendents.
"Where's my mother and father? I need to talk to them." she sighed, pushing a strand of stray hair.
"Uh...Miss Gaunt. Your parents have long passed." Professor Snape answered, crinkling his nose at the odd female.
"Oh...then who's my guardian?" she questioned, looking around to see if "Stella Gaunt's" family were lurking around.
"My father is." the young boy stated, tilting his head and finding the entire situation amusing.
"And your father is?" the female questioned
"Lucius Malfoy." he replied, narrowing his eyes and searching for answers within her bright green orbs.
"Let's take her back to the dorms." Snape suggested, holding the wand out to her once again. Stella scrunched her nose and took the wand from the male's hand, feeling an immense amount of power surging throughout her body. Once the door to the infirmary opened, Stella gasped out loud seeing the wide hallway and the people riding on broomsticks. Turning another direction, she saw a few students talking to a headless ghost as if it was totally normal. As the four Slytherins walked up to the dungeons, Snape spoke the password and the stone wall in front of them opened, revealing the large Slytherin common rooms.
"Alright Miss Gaunt, I'll let the headmaster know you'll be skipping the rest of your classes today, rest well." Snape gave a lopsided smile before exiting out of the common room.
"Is this what I look like?" Stella yelled out as she looked at herself through a mirror. She tugged at her long shaggy black hair that looked like she hadn't washed it in ages. She placed a hand on her cheek, smiling at her beautiful shade of pale skin which was sadly covered by long bangs and light scratch marks.
"You've always looked like a filth anyways." Draco Malfoy snarked, rolling his eyes.
"You have got to be kidding me…" Stella glared at her own reflection. The female was indeed her true self, however it was a more disgusting version of herself, if she let loose and didn't care for how she looked.
"I won't repeat myself Stella. Next time, I hope you actually go and kill yourself." the young boy hissed, dropping onto the couch with a loud thump.
"Excuse you." Stella remarked, trying to see what she could do with the wild mane of a hair she had currently. "Malfoy was it? Just because you're an antagonist to Harry Potter doesn't mean you can talk to everyone like they're less than you."
"What was that?" he questioned, lifting his wand and pointing it to the girl. "Serpensortia!"
A green snake sprung out from the male's wand causing the girl to shriek in surprise, not by the snake but by the magic that had actually happened. Putting two and two together, the smart female realized that this wasn't some sort of sick joke her parents were playing on her, but rather she had travelled into the book she was reading.
"Wait!" the girl named Stella Gaunt yelled, picking up the snake and placing it off to the side so it wouldn't slither up her leg. "Okay let me get this straight. You're Draco Malfoy, your father is Lucius Malfoy. You're Marcus Flint, the quidditch captain who cheats a lot in games and I'm Stella Gaunt. To me it sounds like I don't have my parents and your father took me in. Judging by my appearance, I'm some sort of loser but you have to respect me because you called me Lady Stella earlier?" Stella questioned, looking between the two boys who slowly nodded at her questionable behavior. "Uh, this Stella Gaunt, is she some sort of famous person or?"
Flint glanced downwards before pointing to the Slytherin emblem that laid tall and proud in their common room. "You're the last remaining Gaunt bloodline as such you must preserve the last remaining descendant blood of Salazar Slytherin."
"Aah...so I'm some sort of heir to Slytherin?" she smiled, tapping her cheek.
"Tch, you're no heir. You're merely a peasant, a low grade filth that runs from any fight." Draco retorted, snarling at the girl as she chuckled.
"Don't use that tone with me child."
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